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asunshinepuff · 4 years ago

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Azkaban Can't Keep Us Apart

🌙 Hello! Well, this is a fic I'm very excited to be posting. We're back in the Marauder's Era today with some key future events, however, there's a twist.

This fic was inspired by a TikTok that my friend Hex sent to the discord and it just would not leave my head so, I'll link it here for you to watch if you want to see inspiration!

It's a little angsty at first, but don't worry, there's fluff! I promise!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! You can also find this fic on Ao3! here’s the link if you prefer to read there 🌙

Yorkshire, England. 1982.

Ultimately, the plan was simple in theory.

Break into Azkaban unnoticed.

Find Sirius’ cell and destroy the lock.

Avoid the Dementors.

Escape the prison in the middle of the sea.

And find a safe place to hide until proof of Sirius’ innocence is uncovered.

Executing this plan, however, is much more complicated.

Even though breaking an inmate free from his cell is incredibly illegal, he was also attempting to break in and escape what was considered an inescapable prison. Not to mention, any word that a werewolf accomplished this— would practically lead to his execution.

Consequences be damned, Remus didn’t care. He was not going to let Sirius grow mad inside those dreary walls. It wasn’t fair for him, neither was it fair for Harry. James wouldn’t have wanted his brother locked away.

It’s been three days. Three full days since Halloween. Without hearing the joyful laughter of the Marauders altogether. Without Sirius by his side. Some said that the Marauder’s friendship was unbreakable, that not even death could surpass it. In hindsight, it seemed almost a foolish belief.

There was still something that didn’t sit right with Remus, as there was no way the man he loved would have betrayed their old friends. It just doesn’t seem logical. Sirius was loyal to his friends, their found family. Especially James.

Was this the catalyst that led to Remus spending these past two days, when not caring for Harry, researching and planning a perfect escape?

He wouldn’t deny it.

Sooner than he would’ve liked, nightfall was upon him. And as Remus tucked Harry into his crib, keeping the nightlight on since the toddler was afraid of the dark, he only hoped that Harry wouldn’t be plagued by nightmares while he’s gone.

Mentally running through the detailed plan for the fiftieth time in what seemed to be the past hour, then subconsciously casting the necessary—albeit slightly altered— silencing and invisibility spells, and taking hold of the bag he packed in case of emergency, Remus knew he was ready. Now was the time.

With a crack and a pop, the warm cottage that he called home disappeared, and the cliffs of the North Sea were before him.

Azkaban, North Sea.

There was nothing warm or welcoming about where he now resided.

Three days had passed, at least that’s what he thought.

Today would be his birthday. And he wasn’t ever going to celebrate again.

Two of his best friends were dead, one of which was practically his brother, his godson —merlin he cannot even call the boy that anymore— will never have his parents, and the man he loved, now forever stuck alone with the living knowledge of his “betrayal” and forced to transform into a wolf every full moon.

Remus John Lupin, His Moony. Even thinking about what he must be feeling and has been going through the past three days makes his heart clench in longing. At least he has Harry now, but would the little boy be enough? He wished he could see him again, wished he could explain, maybe Remus doubted what happened, maybe he could’ve found out the truth.

But no. There’s no way…

Remus’ name echoes like a soft mantra within his head, in an effort for him to stay alive. To stay sane. To be a motivation for escape.

Rem

Remus

Moony

Moons

Lupin

Remus

Rem

For the first time in three days, he breaks down in silent tears, rather than the maniacal laughter that had graced the dreary walls of the prison. The sudden echoing sound of metal colliding harshly against the walls causes his head to snap up with a gasp.

There was nothing warm or welcoming about where Sirius now resided.

The exact opposite of Sirius himself, Remus noted.

Azkaban’s inner workings had been warded off against apparition, which was one particularly bothersome factor. And so, the rocky cliffs trembled beneath his feet from the sheer force of the dark precarious waves. Cascading amongst the sides of the triangular prison in a torrential storm. Ice-cold walls lined the dark and gloomy residence, whilst the broken desperate cries of inmates could be heard. The sweet release of death was coveted by many, but given to few.

Remus' heart sinks at the thought of Sirius being imprisoned for so long that he joins the cries. He could only imagine what sort of cruel memories the dementors would leave him with. How much happiness would be forever stolen, the light of it snuffed out into eternal darkness.

Time seemed endless, as he walked through the grim building— doing his best to ignore the sharpness in his ears, the dark magic seemingly etching to his skin. Through faint scent alone he tries to find Sirius’ cell. Until at last, he spots him. Crying near silent tears, it was heartbreaking to see the man he loved in this state. If only there was more he could’ve done three— no. He will not go down the path of guilt again.

This was it, he had to make it count.

Raising his wand, he quietly whispers silencio bombarda and casts in the direction of the cell door. The door slams open, the echoing sound of metal colliding harshly against the stone walls reverberating throughout the halls.

He watches Sirius’ head snap up, his mouth parting in a silent gasp of surprise. Despite the painful few days, he still looked the same. Medium length raven black hair, pale skin, and bright grey-blue eyes which shimmered with the lining of tears.

Sirius slowly stands, peeking out into the hall, “Who’s there..?”

Remus quickly removes the invisibility spell that has kept him hidden, and amber eyes meet wide grey-blue.

“...Remus?”

Remus smiles, and as if pulled by an invisible string, he finds himself enveloped in Sirius’ warmth. Familiar soft hands cup his cheeks, a thumb whipping away the tears he hadn’t realized had begun to fall.

“You’re real?! This isn’t a dream?!” Sirius whispers in shock.

Remus nods, unable to stop smiling, “I’m getting you out of here.” He chuckles quietly, “I’m sorry it took so long.”

Sirius shakes his head, touching his forehead to Remus’, “You’re here… you believe me? I swear Remus I- I wouldn’t ever betray our friends. I-”

Shushing him quietly, Remus briefly closes his eyes, unable to let this be a dream any further. This is reality. “I know, I know.”

Tensing, Remus catches the approaching sound of a dementor. So with great reluctance, he pulls away in favor of casting the invisibility spell again— when a hand covers his own.

“Don’t, I want to see you…”

Remus sighs softly, giving Sirius a comforting smile, “I’ll be right beside you.” He squeezes Sirius’ hand still in his own for emphasis.

With a pause, Sirius reluctantly nods, and suddenly he can no longer see himself nor Remus. A squeeze of his hand and pull of his arm, tying him back to reality. Time seemed endless, as they walked through the grim building. Each other’s presence is the only form of comfort.

When they reach the apparition point, Remus holds him close. Both reluctant to ever let go again. With a crack and a pop, the cliffs of the North Sea disappeared, and the warm cottage that he called home was before him.

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partlystiles · 3 years ago

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I Trust You - Remus Lupin

remus lupin x fem!oc (smut)

summary; Elladora (OC) has been to hell and back but finally it was all over, she had gotten to safety with the help of her best friends and secret lover. She loves Remus, they know that as they’ve been living together ever since they left school but never did she ever think she’d trust someone enough to go to the next level after the incident.

word count; 6,136

warning: NSFW, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of non-consensual sex, small mention of self harm, small mention of suicide/suicide attempt, mentions of death

Guys, I-

So i have a fanfic on wattpad of Elladora but I was never going to post any smut chapter in there and I wasn’t even going to write up to Halloween 1981 but my friend and I were talking about this moment of trust so I made this imagine and...just wow.

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The minute hand ticked slowly around the circumference of the clock on the wall it was encased in. Every tick was a slow beat of Elladora’s hand as she sat at the dinner table, a cup of hot chocolate cupped in her left hand as her right hand tapped against the wooden table anxiously; her eyes flitted from the table, to the clock, to the door of the cottage and that sequence repeated over and over again until her brain had become fried with the effort and she settled on staring down at the table with her teeth biting down on her bottom lip nervously.

Remus had been sent out on Order business and despite her pact back in sixth year of never joining the Order as long as it was under Dumbledore’s rule, she couldn’t exactly stop Remus from being in it. Though that’s not to say that she wasn’t interested in what the Order was doing, it was actually nice to hear about who had been apprehended and were locked away for good. If it were anyone else in charge of The Order than Elladora would’ve been more than happy to join but since it was Dumbledore, A.K.A the murderer of her brother, she didn’t want to step a foot into any of his headquarters.

Her friends had understood...eventually, after everything had been revealed and explained at the end of their sixth-year at Hogwarts. How she didn’t have a choice to become a Death Eater, how she had killed someone, how she had almost taken an Unbreakable Vow but managed to narrowly escape it, how she had been lying to all of them, how she had been lying to the other Death Eaters, how Dumbledore had murdered her brother which is what had tempted her to try and kill him. But she hadn’t, instead she had accepted defeat and against her better judgement, accepted the murderer’s help.

Once and never again; she was okay now, she lived with her official boyfriend of 4 years (them having gotten together in the summer between sixth-year and seventh-year and having told their friends who just stared at them for a moment before shrugging it off) and they all kept in touch with each other...well, they did.

A lot of things were a mess with the Order at the moment. There was a traitor among them, Sirius had suspected Remus which had angered him and in turn made him suspect Sirius so they weren’t speaking to each other. Someone from the Order had said that they thought Elladora was the rat since she was a former Death Eater and was with Remus but although arguing at the time, all boys were quick to her defence. Remus had come home and told her, comforting her straight after when she became slightly put out by the fact that she will always just be seen as a bad person.

Oh, and there was a prophecy. A prophecy that said a baby born at the end of July would be the one to vanquish the Dark Lord and coincidentally, Lily and James’ baby Harry had been born at the end of July and the two were sent into hiding with Sirius as their secret-keeper so Elladora wasn’t worried too much about their safety.

She didn’t do well with children but with Harry, she could tolerate him. She remembered holding him for the first time and looking down at his green eyes thinking ‘I named you’ as she smirked at James who had previously denied naming his son such a thing.

Elladora just wanted the whole war to be over, it was so much pressure and it seemed like everything she did or said reminded her of the dark times she went through in her final years of Hogwarts. Her anxiety attacks had calmed down significantly with the help of Remus but sometimes, especially when she sees the mark on her arm with a scar going through it from where she had dragged the knife, the memories can’t help but come flooding back.

Remus was her rock, if he wasn’t with her she had no idea what she’d do because he had helped her so much. From when they were 16 to today, when she was turning 22. 31st October 1981 and she was waiting for her boyfriend to come back home from an Order mission. Her fingers tapped against the table, it was the evening and she had received phone calls from both the Potter family, Sirius, Peter, Mary and the rest of the people close to her that weren’t dead which wasn’t a lot.

A knocking at the door made her head jerk up from where it was staring down at the table and she stood, making her way quickly over to the door and looking through the small peephole they had installed to know exactly who was out there. She was delighted to see Remus stood there looking unharmed.

“Hi.” She breathed out happily as she opened the door and hugged him with one arm as he walked into the house and they shut the door behind them and locked it quickly.

Whenever he came home, she would be filled with unmistakable joy of seeing him alive and breathing.

“Evening, love.” He kissed the top of her head as his arm pulled her into his chest for a moment and she smiled into the hug, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and holding him close as they stayed in the hallway for a small moment; Elladora had grown in the past four years so she wasn’t as small as she previously had been but Remus was still a giant

“How was it today?” She pulled away from the hug first but stayed close with her arms wrapped around him as she looked up at his slightly tensed jaw. “Bad?”

“Not the best.” He admitted and took one arm away from her to run through his hair messily. “Podmore got out okay, Mad-eye too, Penny’s...hurt-”

“Badly?” She asked anxiously; Penny Pettigrew was the only parent left of the marauders. Euphemia and Fleamont Potter had died of Dragon Pox the year after they left school which had caused a blanket of sadness to wash over them; Hope Lupin had died in the Easter holidays of their sixth year and Elladora remembered wrapping her arms around Remus and comforting him as best he could whilst he cried into her shoulder.

Lyall Lupin succumbed to his own grief just last year, Remus and his dad barely ever spoke much after Hope’s death in comparison to how they were before but Remus was still distraught when he got the call.

Walburga and Orion Black had been dealt with a long time ago, disowning Sirius and therefore never becoming someone important to the rest of them. And Elladora’s parents...they had been her final kill. After she had been saved from dooming the wizarding world forever and killing Dumbledore, she had sought them out.

Dangerous, she knew, but needed.

Paul Pettigrew had left his wife and son for reasons unknown, Peter had been bothered but not sad, more angry. But he still let Elladora hug him and comfort him afterwards because Penny had gone to Molly Weasley’s house at invitation. His hug was unlike anything, his grip was tight and his hand clenched into a fist with the back of her shirt inside his grip. She knew back then when she and Remus came clean that his heart would be broken as he had confessed just before the school year ended and she had said...

I don’t believe I will ever marry. I’m happy as I am and I like being myself surrounded by my friends...

And he had responded with...

You will care for somebody. And you’ll love him so much and live and die for him. I know you will and I will have to stand and watch whilst you do!

He was right and Elladora hated herself almost every day for that but when they found out about her and Remus, she watched him nervously but all he did was clench his jaw and nod acceptingly. But the guilt is still there to this day.

“Not badly, just a small gash.” He reassured her, moving his hand up to the side of her face to push a stray strand of hair back behind her ear.

“And Sirius?”

Remus took a small breath in, the harm of Sirius’ accusations and their arguments hitting him slightly but he knew she needed to hear it. “He’s okay, he got out, Lily, James and Harry are safe.”

“Okay.” Elladora sighed out and rubbed her hands up and down his arms whilst he was cupping her cheeks tenderly. “Okay, I think we should go to bed. It’s late.”

“I have something for you first.” He took a hand off of her cheek and held up a finger before walking away from her and towards their kitchen. Her eyes followed him as he walked, frowning at the tensed muscles in his shoulders.

His hands went routing through the kitchen drawers and she furrowed her eyebrows at him, walking into the kitchen herself and standing beside him whilst he rifled through the drawers. Elladora didn’t often know what was in the drawers as she can’t cook and counts on Remus to cook when he can.

He’d been trying to teach her but they always get distracted because he finds her so beautiful with her hair tied up into a messy ponytail and flour on her face whilst she buzzes around different ingredients that he can’t help but pop some music on and dance around with her like they had many years ago in the kitchen of her parents house that was currently empty and being sold for a large sum of money that Elladora would use to buy her and Remus a flat that properly suited their needs as he struggles to get a job due to the horrible prejudice against werewolves.

“Here.” He murmured and turned around with a small box in his hand, her eyes widened and she looked at him with her eyebrows raised but he quickly went frantic and shook his head. “I’m not proposing, it’s not a ring, don’t worry.”

With a small breath of relief and a small laugh, she took the box from him and opened it up to see a nice necklace with multiple stars on it. She took the chain in her fingers and held it up with a bright smile; she was happy it wasn’t a ring, marriage wasn’t something she could think of ever since she’d seen her parents. Not to mention the fact that the person she was meant to marry through force had died in 1979 when in a cave for...some reason. She and Regulus had been friends, a forge bonded of blood and tears and she had to find out his death from Remus when he came home after an Order meeting one night.

“A gift sent from heaven.” Remus muttered quietly as he looked at the necklace in her hand and took it softly from her before moving around to stand behind her and clasp it around her neck. “One who is filled with light.”

“You remembered.” She laughed, her fingers touching the stars on the chain as she thought back to the time on the Quidditch Pitch where she was telling the boys their name meanings and then her own.

“Of course I did.” He chuckled quietly and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind as she smiled and put her hands on his. A small kiss was planted on her cheek. “Happy birthday, my love.”

“Thank you, Remus.” She turned and hugged him properly, kissing his cheek after she had let go. “Now, bed, you have an interview tomorrow.”

“I’m not gonna get it.” He grumbled as he took his coat off and went to hang it on the hooks on the wall next to their door. “I’m too scary.”

“You are the least intimidating person I know.” She laughed as she walked the short distance to their bedroom, already in her pyjamas from waiting up for Remus. “Remember when you squirted orange juice out of your nose?”

“That’s not fair, you scared me.”

“I sat next to you.”

“You were scary back then and I hadn’t seen you for two weeks and that was when...” He trailed off, walking into the room and starting to unbutton his shirt. His shoes had been left at the door and Elladora could tell that he was desperate to be in comfortable clothes rather than the stuff he was in.

“Yeah, I know.” She mumbled in remembrance of what had happened before those two weeks, the first time they had talked on the top of the astronomy tower when she was about to jump off.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He frowned, shedding his shirt and throwing it in the direction of the laundry basket. It went in and he smiled slightly at his success.

“You didn’t.” She reassured as she climbed onto their bed and went under the covers, turning on her side to watch him grab some sweatpants out of his drawers and unbuckle his belt, pulling his trousers down. As usual, she looked away when his actual underwear went down and waited for the feeling of his weight next to her.

The bed dipped as the covers on his side dipped up and he climbed into the bed. She turned back around, expecting to see him lay next to her but instead she came to look at his back as he sat up and put his head in his hands.

“What’s up?” She frowned as she sat up and shuffled closer to him. Her hands touched the bare skin of his shoulders and he just sighed, leaning his head back and letting it fall onto her shoulder as he looked up at her.

Her stomach fluttered, it always did when he did stuff like this. They’d been dating for four years, they’d obviously hugged, kissed and just been generally close to each other for a while but they hadn’t...done it for a want of better phrasing. When he did this in the day, she didn’t feel as nervous as she did when it was at night, lay in bed with his shirt off and no underwear under her own pyjamas. It was...more intimate. He’d said he was fine with it when she had expressed her troubles of doing stuff like that and he said he didn’t care but despite Elladora’s past experiences with that type of stuff, she felt some sort of craving to be closer if even possible.

“Just tired.” He smiled up at her and she smiled back, though he could tell her own thoughts were preoccupied as she had that look in her eye that told him she was paying attention to him but something else was clouding her mind at the same time. “What’s up with you?”

“Just thinking.” She whispered.

“Thinking about what?” He whispered back to her softly, gazing into her brown eyes that he had been infatuated with from the moment that they met.

“You.” She admitted, shrugging her shoulders, they had made an agreement to never keep a secret from one another again after what had happened in their sixth-year which almost cost them their relationship after the large argument they had near the end of the year. “Us.”

“What about us?” He asked, taking his head off of her shoulder and sitting up straight again but turning his head to face her as she inhaled softly.

“I love you.” She said and he smiled with a slightly confused furrow in his eyebrows, he murmured back an ‘I love you too’ and went to lean in for a kiss but she said something else before their lips met. “I trust you.”

Remus pulled back, shocked but smiling; he knew she cared but she had never said it, he didn’t think she was ready to trust again after what she’d been through but hoped that with him it was different. But now she actually said it and the smile that lit up his face and the small crinkle in his eye made Elladora realise that she should have said it sooner but she also knew that she wasn’t sure before tonight.

“You trust me?” He asked softly.

“I do.” She nodded. “And now that you’re coming home later and I’m staying up, it’s making me scared that one day you’re just not gonna come home and I should tell you every minute of every day that I’m in love with you and I trust you so much. So much.”

“I’m always gonna come home.” He reassured and tried not to let his eyes sting as he leaned forward and their lips touched softly and he pulled away after a short one, Elladora moving slightly forward in chase of his touch. “I am not lying to you, I would never lie to you. I will always come home and if I knew that there was a chance I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t even go. Because I love and trust you so much too, and even the thought of leaving you makes my heart break in two.”

“Then don’t leave me.” Her words brushed his lips as they sat close together, almost close to tears now at how sentimental it had gotten. But they weren’t going to cry, not going to waste their tears on something neither of them would let happen.

“Never will.” He mumbled, touching their lips together again but this one had a deeper meaning, they stayed touching for longer and pressed desperately against each other.

His arm wrapped around her waist, securing her to him as he laid back down on the mattress, pulling her with him so she was almost on top of him as they kissed. He wouldn’t go any further as to make her lay on top of him or straddle him in any way because he knew that she didn’t want to do all that stuff at the moment. And he felt guilty because the way they were kissing had his pulse rising and his temperature sky-rocketing.

She couldn’t remember when she opened her mouth but she had at some point and once again, the feeling of Remus’ tongue made her feel all fuzzy inside as their mouths worked against each other. It was some kind of amplified bliss when they kissed like this at night, a break from the dark world outside the confines of the small cottage they were lay inside. Elladora felt a pull towards Remus even though they were practically glued together already, she wanted to be closer.

Her hand cupped his cheek as they kissed more passionately and he inhaled sharply, pulling away slightly with a small grunt. She froze, frowning, as he looked away and breathed heavily.

“We have to stop.” He panted slightly and although he desperately felt like pulling her closely back into him, he couldn’t afford for his stupid male hormones to make her uncomfortable when he knew she wasn’t ready. “I don’t want to start something that I know you don’t want.”

They stared at each other, his chest heaving and his plumped lips in a dazed smile as he looked up at each other. Elladora raised a hand to his cheek and rubbed it softly wither her thumb.

“I trust you.” She said, smiling and his eyes widened slightly. “I’m not that clueless little girl anymore who doesn’t know what a condom is. I’ve seen stuff, I’ve read stuff, Sirius is far too open about what he does on Saturday nights. I know what it means to love someone and I know we don’t have to do this to love, we’ve been loving for the past four years without this but I’m happier now, safer, I have more knowledge of things in the real world. I trust you...and I’m ready.”

“But...” He trailed off and she became slightly nervous, did he not want this? “Macnair...what he did to you...”

“You’re not him.” She cut across him, shaking her head and her hand that was on his cheek froze in it’s movements as she looked into his eyes. “You’re not him and will never be him. He’s a horrible man who used manipulation to ruin me, we’ve gone four years and not once have you pressured me into anything. I trust you, Remus, and that is one of the many things that makes you different from him.”

“I just want you to be sure.” He took the hand that was on his cheek and into his, planting a kiss on the back of it as she smiled at him and nodded her head. He raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“I’m sure.” She murmured and kissed his cheek as the arm around her waist puller her flush against him and they laughed after she had yelped loudly.

His lips brushed her ear and she bit her lip to keep a grin down as her hands touched his shoulders softly. “We’re not going all the way, okay?”

“Okay.” She whispered back, kissing his cheek quickly out of excitement. Although it was slightly nerve-wracking to be doing this for the first time (that she counted), her stomach was quickly starting to flutter with excited butterflies. The feeling that the main character gets when described in books is pleasurable to read, she gets butterflies from that too but the thought of it happening to her increased the excitement but at the same nausea.

“Is this going to be like the books?” She asked quietly as he rolled them over so she was on her back and he was hovering over her; Remus knew what books she was talking about, they had read all the same ones. When she reads one, she gives it to him afterwards and when he reads one, he passes it to her.

“Better.” He grinned down at her and she exhaled softly in preparation but he didn’t do anything, just stared at her. “Are you sure you’re sure?”

“I’m sure...promise.” She held up a pinky finger, he chuckled and linked his pinky finger with hers. “Okay, just...just tell me when you’re...wait, have you done this before?”

“Fifth year.” He admitted quietly, pushing her hair behind her ears as she lay beneath him, smiling. “Biggest mistake ever, really thought she was the one. Now I know that wasn’t true. But then again, I’m in a dorm with Sirius and James so yes, I know what to do.”

“Okay.” She sighed, nodding her head. “Proceed.”

He laughed, his head dropping down onto her shoulder as he did so and she managed a small chuckle too, shaking her head. “What?”

“You’re so cute.” He picked his head up, laughing slightly at the fact she had just said ‘proceed’ before sex. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep her smile down as he calmed himself down and looked down at her again. “Ready?” His voice had turned softer.

“Yeah.”

He leaned down towards her, softly kissing her but he broke the kiss with a wide grin when he felt her smothered laugh against his lips. “Stop laughing.” He said against her mouth, his own laugh betraying him as she giggled and turned her head away so she wasn’t laughing into him. “Fine.” He shrugged his shoulders before starting to kiss at her neck which is what he could reach with her head turned away.

Her laughs trailed off, going quieter with every kiss Remus planted underneath her jaw before going further down her neck, his lips touching places she didn’t even know would be a spot that could make you feel so nice. His lips were closed but soft as they travelled down the side of her neck, but then she felt his parted lips going back up and closed her eyes at the relaxing feeling of his kisses. A certain spot that he kissed on her neck made her breath hitch slightly before she breathed out slowly and he went back down her neck.

He pulled back, making her open her eyes and smile at up at him with a nod of reassurance at his questioning eyes. A small new tenseness in his shoulders seemed to relax with that and he leant back down to press closed-mouth kisses to her neck again until she felt the collar of her pyjama shirt rustle slightly as he got closer. She glanced down to see his chin nudging it slightly as he kissed the lower region of her neck.

One of his hands that was next to her head came away from that place and went to the collar of her shirt, tugging it slightly. “Can I take this off?”

She hesitated but nodded slowly and watched as his fingers worked steadily down the buttons of her shirt, undoing them and making it looser with every one undone. Once they were all undone, the shirt slid away from her chest but the sleeves stayed on. Elladora looked down at her breasts nervously, he’d seen her in a bikini but having them out was different. What if they were odd?

“You’re beautiful.” He told her and went back up to connect their lips in a soft and tender kiss, her hand cupped the back of his neck to keep him with her as their lips moved against each others. “Are you still okay?”

She nodded her head.

“Tell me to stop if you want to or if I hurt you in any way, promise me?” He asked her and she nodded again, speaking her answer softly before they kissed shortly once more and he went down to kiss her neck once more, travelling down until he was kissing dangerously close to the top of her breasts with an open mouth.

Her breathing became slightly louder than usual, still slow and steady but just the slightest bit heavier as his lips dragged against her bare skin in such a slow and intimate way. He went further down, his mouth now in between her breasts as he kissed his way lower and she breathed shakily at the stimulation of those butterflies in her stomach.

His hands moved from beside her as his body travelled further down the bed, his hands softly finding a place to hold her. Either side of her waist is where he put them as his head hovered over the bit of her body below her breasts, and he kissed open-mouth kisses down her stomach and his hands began to explore new territory, settling at her waist.

She flinched, remembering the feeling of someone’s else's rough hands there years ago and the bruises afterwards. Remus pulled away immediately after her legs had jerked the smallest bit at his hands on her waist and her breath had hitched, he moved away from where he was and back up to where she had her eyes closed further up on the bed.

“No, it’s okay, carry on.” She mumbled softly when she opened her eyes and saw him hovering next to her again; he looked conflicted, his eyes searching her face for any sign of resistance but all he saw was the aftershock. “Just...put your hands somewhere else please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Remus, I’m sure.”

He nodded slowly and went back down, his hands rubbing at her arms comfortingly until he couldn’t reach them anywhere and he was back down at her stomach. His hands were back on the mattress either side of her as he went back to the valley of her breasts and went down again, wanting to restore the pleasure she had before the flinch. It seemed to work as her breath got a bit heavier again and he smirked slightly against her skin as he went down.

The tingling on her skin that his kisses left behind was unlike anything she had ever felt before and the feeling...down there...was much more pleasurable now than it had been reading the books. She felt him stop and against her will, let out a small and quiet yet still embarrassing whine. He didn’t seem to hear it when she glanced up but she couldn’t exactly get a full view of his expression of his face.

He definitely heard it but since was the first time they had ever done this and the fact that she had gone silent straight after it happened, he decided not to mention it though he couldn’t deny the feeling that ran through it when he had heard it. The reason he had stopped was because he had gotten to the waistband of her pyjama shorts, her breath got caught in her throat was once more as his finger went under the elastic and the back of it skimmed over her skin slightly as he looked up at her.

“Still good?”

“Yes.” She said, a little bit breathless.

Remus smirked to himself, muttering an ‘alright’ as he put another finger in the waistband and slowly started to pull the shorts off of her hips, slowly down her thighs and then finally towards her ankles before he took them off of her legs completely and put them on the bed beside them.

She felt even more exposed now, feeling her shorts gone and her bare body on show for her boyfriend to see with just her unbuttoned shirt on which didn’t really cover much except for her shoulders. Although this was a whole new thing and anxiety mixed with pleasure in her stomach, she didn’t find herself wanting to tell him to stop.

“Is this okay?” Remus asked softly as his hands came to rest on her thighs, he looked up to see her nodding but also looking at her hands awkwardly. He smiled and lifted one of his hands off of her thigh, reaching up and taking one of hers in his. “There you go.”

“What do I do with the other one?”

“Anything you want.” He shrugged and she nodded, putting it slightly awkwardly by her side for the time being. “Ready to carry on?”

She hummed in confirmation, holding his hand in hers as her chest rose and fell softly as she waited for whatever he was going to do. A small and soft gasp left her lips when his mouth made contact with her inner thigh in an open-mouthed kiss, her hand squeezed his slightly and he squeezed back in reassurance whilst continuing to kiss at her thighs, going higher and higher up until his mouth was pressing against the bit of her thigh closest to the part of her that begged for him most.

His warm breath fanned against her thigh, making her squirm the slightest bit underneath his hold as she squeezed his hand. A low chuckle sounded from him below as his thumb brushed against the back of her hand and his other one caressed her thigh.

“This is gonna feel good, okay? The bit that I was talking about before when you told me to tell you I was gonna do it.” He murmured, head between her legs and mouth against her thigh which had her chest rising and falling with small pants. A thin layer of sweat had managed to work it’s way through to her hairline with all of the things he had done to her.

“Okay.” She mumbled through her breath, trying to make it steady.

Her body jerked slightly and then went still for a moment as she felt his kisses transfer from her inner thigh to her main space of need and a large gasp came from her, a small breathy moan coming straight after as her back arched off of the bed the slightest bit before going back down again. Their joined hands squeezed tightly as he began to kiss around down there and fill her with tons upon tons of pleasure.

Her other hand grabbed the single one of his that wasn’t holding her thigh and she grabbed onto him whilst his face rested down there and his mouth worked against her skilfully. She breathed heavily, chest going up and down and when she felt his tongue poke out from his lips and stimulate that area, an actual moan rather than a breathy one came out and although slightly embarrassed by the noise that came out of her, Remus’ groan into her was worth it.

His tongue worked miracles, circling around her gleefully and pulling all sorts of obscene noises from them both. She made one in response to the feeling he was giving her and he replied with his own, amplifying her pleasure even more.

Her hands tugged and played with his hand as he stimulated her and flattened his tongue against her, licking upwards and pulling a moan from her again. His own excitement was benefitting from this, the sound of her and the feeling of her hands grabbing at his was enough to cause his erection grow in his pants and now the loose pants were feeling a little bit tighter. Just as he was about to start grinding himself against the mattress for his own relief, his tongue must’ve flicked over something right as she moaned the loudest she had yet and her head had slammed against the pillow.

He focused on that spot again, flicking and circling his tongue as she writhed around under his hold and her breath grew quicker, chest heaving faster. Her hands left his be, going somewhere else that he couldn’t see since his head was in between her legs but he let his own hand come down to her other thigh and he put her legs over his shoulders so he could get a better angle and she moaned again, her hands pulling at the material of her shirt to give her something to grip onto which wasn’t his hand in fear that she may accidentally hurt it.

“Remus-” She tried, cutting herself off with a whimper as her back arched; he had the feeling she was close to finishing as her breath was quicker, her moans were louder, her back was arching more and her legs were beginning to shake slightly. “Remus, I-”

“I know.” He said into her, grinding is erection against their mattress and grunting as she whimpered. “Just let go, it’s okay.”

With one final circling of his tongue in that one spot, she moaned loudly and her back arched before slamming back down against the bed, her hands pulled the material of her shirt harder and her legs shook on his shoulders. Remus carried on his movements whilst she calmed down from her first ever orgasm and then when he felt himself getting close, he used his own hand to pull his sweatpants down quickly and pump himself for the last few moments so he didn’t finish in his pants.

He groaned as he finished, taking his hand away from himself and keeping it by his side until he washed it off as he leaned his forehead against his girlfriend’s leg that was still on his shoulder. He kissed where he could on her leg and at her small breathy whimper, slowly and carefully lowered both of them from his shoulder and walked over to his bedside table, taking the tissue box out of the drawer and pulling some out.

He cleaned himself first, giving her time to calm down and so he could give her a kiss with a clean face and touch her face with clean hands. Making sure she was okay, he looked over at her and smiled when he saw her watching him.

“You okay, my love?” He asked, stepping out of his sweatpants and throwing them over to the laundry basket before walking over to her. She nodded with a smile and leaned up, cupping his cheek as he leaned down and they pulled one another into a sweet kiss.

“Thank you, Remus.” She mumbled against him and he grinned, a red hue heating his cheeks. “I heard Lily and Marlene saying you needed to go to the toilet after?” She then mumbled and flipped the covers over, getting out of bed.

“Yeah and then shower, okay?” He said after her, walking across the room to the dresser where he grabbed another pair of sweatpants to wear until it was his turn to shower.

“Okay.” She called back from the hallway and he smiled as he heard the bathroom door close behind her; what a great way to end her birthday.

Tomorrow was a day that would come with bad news, very bad news. Whilst they had been loving one another on the 31st October 1981, someone else had been betraying them.

#remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x oc #the marauders #the marauders imagine #marauders smut #smut #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine

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spacestationdaedalus · 4 years ago

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stay with me, my darling

Jon nods. Conversation, right. "Tim said- he asked, if there was anything we wanted to tell our future selves. And the- the Gertrude tape I played for you. I was just...thinking."

"That's not a good sign." Martin replies, and it could have had humor in it, another day, another time. But now it's mostly truth.

or: reminiscing, and hope for the future during the apocalypse

thank you @entitynumber5 for this prompt!! I love it and you to bits

ao3 link here!

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There are moments, right before the nightmares and right after them, when Martin can sleep. There has to be space to breathe, between the fear and dread. How else will you really know what you've lost, know how afraid you are? Or maybe, even now, the fears are bound by the limits of human physiology, the nature of REM sleep and dreams. It's something Jon can't Know, but even if he could. It doesn't matter.

But there is something he could Know, if he wanted to. With Martin within arms reach in the bed next to him, Knowing if he was awake would be as easy as breathing. Maybe easier, now - a reflex, poised and ready just beneath the surface of his skin, just behind his eyes that don't blink as much as they used to.

He doesn't. He owes it to Martin. That sense of normalcy, however small.

Jon takes a breath, holding the compulsion at bay, locked tight in the back of his throat. He'd already slipped up, forced more than one answer out of Martin since they fled from London. Like hell he'll do it again.

"Are you asleep?"

It's no more than a whisper, ragged and sad sounding even to Jon's own ears. But it might as well be a scream compared to the muted terror outside, the solemn creaking of the boards beneath and around them.

It's quiet for a beat, then Martin shifts. He makes a little noise of coming to awareness - the same one he'd made every morning, when there were still mornings to wake up to. Jon didn't think it was possible to feel nostalgia for something that happened so recently. But the pang, the loss of soft morning sunlight and warm blankets and clumsy, sleep-mused hair and hellos sinks deep into his stomach, and he lowercase-k knows he's wrong.

"J'n?" Oh, but his voice still has that quality to it. When he's just woken up, unguarded, a smile when his eyes find Jon. The sound eases just a bit of the awful tightness in his chest. Not much, though, because Martin doesn't smile as he blinks away the sleep from his eyes. He fumbles for his glasses as he sits up, brow furrowed. Jon can't blame him.

"Is something wrong?" Technically a question, but not phrased like one. Martin’s voice matches Jon’s for pitch, quiet and soft.

Jon looks down at his hands, flexes his fingers. His mouth is dry. He feels guilty, for waking Martin up from the only rest he can get for something so silly . But it's hard to distinguish between shades of guilt these days, carved out of his chest and curled up where his lungs should be.

He almost says nevermind, go back to sleep, but that would be worse, waking him up for nothing. And Jon is nothing if not stubborn. Words are hard, but he gets them out.

"I was- I was thinking about the tape, that I...about what Tim said."

Martin sighs. It's not annoyed, or sad. Maybe fond? Jon isn't sure - you could be sure, you could pluck every thought from his head like grapes from a vine. The thing that only watches trills at the thought, buzzing anticipation and thirst filling his skull and he digs his fingernails into his palm until it hurts, stop stop stop-

"Jon?"

"Hm?" He comes back, with the extra volume and concern Martin adds to his name. Had he really drifted that easily, that far, that quickly?

Martin takes one of his hands, unfurling the fingers that he'd clenched. His nails leave crescent moons in the skin of his palm. Martin delicately runs a finger along them as they fade, and it tickles just enough to be both pleasant and distracting. "I said, the one at your birthday? The tape?"

Jon nods. Conversation, right. "Tim said- he asked, if there was anything we wanted to tell our future selves. And the- the Gertrude tape I played for you. I was just...thinking."

"That's not a good sign." Martin replies, and it could have had humor in it, another day, another time. But now it's mostly truth. "Jon-"

Jon shifts to face him. It's not a sudden movement, but it's lightning quick compared to his syrup-thick movements of the last few so-called-days. "I know, I know it's not- it's not healthy to dwell on it, on… It's just… there's so much I would, would tell myself if I could."

"Even if we couldn't avoid all of it. Maybe it could have been easier."

"Jon…"

"Martin, please ." It's the most emotion he's been able to get out of his voice since he stopped sobbing after the statement that got them here. It hurts. It hurts and he knows it's what he deserves.

Just let me have this , he wants to say, but can't bring himself to. He leans forward instead, just barely. Not for any reason other than his head is tired , but Martin pulls him further, touch gentle but firm. He wraps his arms around him, so easily, so Jon's head is resting on his shoulder, eyelashes brushing like butterflies against the crook of his neck.

"Alright, alright. It's okay."

Martin whispers into his hair, and for all Jon can See, he can’t imagine anything that would take the comfort of it away. They stay like that for a moment, a while. There’s a lot that Jon wants to say, and even though he started the conversation he doesn’t know where to begin. Everything is tangled like overgrown weeds in his mind, like boxes of cords with no purpose that sit in jumbled piles, wrapped around the things he’s trying not to Know and the things he wants to forget and the things that hurt to remember. But then Martin breaks the silence for him.

“For one thing, I wouldn’t…" Martin seems hesitant, like he's not sure he should say what he's about to say. "I wouldn't have let Biscuit into the archives.”

Jon stops. It's quiet for a moment, in a way he forgot it could be. Martin stills next to him, anticipating.

“Wh...what?”

Marin breathes out a small chuckle, almost with a nervous edge to it. “Y’know, the dog I let in? On my first day?”

Jon is something close to comfortable against Martin's shoulder. But he can't stop himself from pulling back far enough to see his face.

"You named the dog?”

“Oh,! No, that was on his nametag. Had a phone number too, that’s - that’s how I got him back to his owner."

I love you I love you I-

That might as well have been a decade ago. Jon can’t stop the quirk of lip, however small, at the ridiculousness of it. “I never knew that.”

Martin cocks his head, hint of a wry smile playing at his lips. "Well, yeah, it’s not like I was going to bring it up to you again. You looked like you were going to fire me on sight for weeks.” His face falls, slightly. “Although, I guess you wouldn’t have been able to, even back then."

Jon sighs, heavy as it's dragged out of his lungs. “I would have, though, if I could. All of you.”

The silence is thick, but not unbreakable. So Jon does just that.

"Maybe we could have ended up at a normal office job."

"What, like a...bank, or something?"

Jon smiles, wider, even though it feels like his face forgot how. Like riding a bike, maybe. "Yes, something… dreadfully boring."

"A boring job does sound pretty appealing."

"At least, them, I wouldn't have had to tell myself to stop pushing the whole, skeptic thing." Jon can't help but recall the conversation, in the storage closet with the man in front of him and what should have been certain death waiting outside. Even that seems so much simpler, now.

Martin makes a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. "Maybe I would have told myself to confront you sooner. A-about the statements, I mean. Could have had that whole-"

Martin deepens his voice in what Jon realizes is an imitation "- heart to heart thing sooner."

"I'm not sure if it would have gone over well.” Jon can't help but be honest. Old and new shame bubbles up in his throat, and he has to say something. "Martin, I'm- I'm sorry for the way I acted, back then. I was… god, I was such a prick to you. It wasn't fair, or- or right ."

Martin barely lets him finish before he's saying, "Yeah, you were pretty… prick-ish? I forgive you though. I don't really think about it much anymore, if it means anything.” He breathes out a quiet laugh. “It's kind of funny, actually. In hindsight."

Jon can't stop the look of disbelief. "Really."

Martin smiles. "I mean, yeah? And gosh , you should have heard the things I used to say to Tim and Sasha about you. It wasn't completely one sided."

That catches Jon's attention. "Oh?"

The look on Martin's face isn't quite regret, but it's close. " Any ways-"

"No no, Martin, please , I'd love to know.'' Jon is careful not to phrase it as a question. His voice is quiet, still, but coy. His curiosity is all his own and no one, nothing , else's. He revels in the feeling.

Their hands are entwined on the bed between them. Martin looks down at them as to not meet Jon's eye, but he's smiling, still. "I think I described you as a cactus with twice the spines and half the emotional capacity, once.”

Jon's laugh, soft and brittle as it is, surprises even himself.

Martin looks up at him, encouraged. "Heh- Tim got a kick out of that one."

Tim's laugh, faded like an old photograph in his mind. It hurts to remember, but it would hurt worse to forget. He wish he had that luxury for Sasha. The real Sasha, the stranger who was friends with Tim, friends with him . At least, he hoped she had been. She sounded so lovely.

But, back to Martin. "Yes, well, I can't say you're wrong about that."

Martin sucks in a breath, and Jon freezes under the possibility of upsetting him. But then.

" Oh , Jon- that’s the complete opposite of the truth."

Jon laughs, with less humor. "Martin-"

"No, no, let me finish." Martin takes one of Jon's hands, the burned one, in both of his. "You put up a great front, I'll admit it. But you care so much, even… even though things haven't been easy, or good, or… or fair. You never stopped caring, this whole time. It's obvious now, at least - at least, to me. Even if you don't always say it.”

"You care so, so much and it's - god , it's one of my favorite things about you, Jon."

Something about the way Martin says his name chisels something open in Jon's chest. And not for the first time. Being known, existing to someone else that actually wants him to. There's a reverence to it, the way Martin says it, that Jon knows he doesn't deserve. But he tries to move past that thought and let the sound warm him from the inside out.

Jon whispers Martin's name, quiet and strangled. He hopes it carries the same depth, the same love.

Martin keeps going. "And I - that's why this is so hard for you. I mean - well, of course it's hard, it's pretty fucking terrible, actually - but," Martin sighs. "I know that's why you want to blame yourself for all of this-"

Jon finds his voice, stronger. He's not sure where the sudden energy comes from, but it probably has to do with the knot that's made a home in his ribcage.

"It's not about want , Martin, it's- it's the truth. What else am I supposed to do? I ended the world -"

"Jonah fucking Magnus ended the world, Jon. Not you. He used you."

"I don't really see the difference."

The burst of energy leaves him, water spilling down a drain. This isn't the first time they've talked about this, and it probably won't be the last.

Martin sighs. "I know. But I'll keep telling you, as many times as it takes. Because it's true. And it- it hurts, seeing you like this."

Jon looks at Martin, really looks for the first time in too long. His eyes, tinged grey from his time in the Lonely, dark circles under his eyes, tight lines at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm sorry." He doesn't know what else to say, other than, "I love you."

"No, it's-" Martin shakes his head, just a bit. "I love you, too."

It's quiet for a long moment. Martin lays back down on the bed and gestures for Jon to follow him. Which is easy, for Jon to do. The bed isn't warm, but it isn't cold either, in the strange way that things are and aren't right now. But Martin is warm, Jon can feel, with their legs tangled together and foreheads touching.

Jon won't, can't sleep, but laying next to Martin still feels like rest. In a way.

"Martin." Jon doesn't know why he needs to say Martin's name. It's not like there's anyone else he could be talking to, with less than centimeters between them. But the thing he's about to say is so deeply important to him, and it feels like he needs to.

"I'm… glad," God, his vocabulary always escapes him when he has to speak out loud. Talk about his feelings. "That I got to spend time, with you. Time here."

They haven't left. The cabin still stands, doors and windows, squeaky hinges and leaky faucets intact. But it's not the same, never will be as far as Jon can tell. "The weeks that we had, before- I...I don't think I'm lying when I say it's the first time in a long time that I-"

Felt loved? Felt like a person, again?

"...was happy."

Martin smiles, but it shakes like a leaf in the wind. A tear slips from his eye, dripping slowly over the bridge of his nose.

"Me too."

Jon brushes a kiss, feather light between Martin's eyes, catching the tears and hopefully some, any tiny amount of the sorrow that lives in the lines of his face.

"I could have stayed here forever, like that. With- with you. Just…"

"Living?"

"Yes. Living."

It's not the first time Jon's treated himself to the thought, however far fetched, however foolish. A life, a normal, mundane life in the countryside. Maybe with boring jobs, but not a boring life. Not with Martin here. Not with Martin to wake up next to, to fall asleep with, to walk with to the village. Talking about nothing important but committing every detail to memory. That Martin prefers vanilla over chocolate, that he had a pet goldfish named Larry when he was seven, that he loves dandelions even though they're classified as a weed, who gets to decide what a weed is, anyway, right, Jon?

"The walk to the village is a bit much, but we could manage." Martin's voice is thick. "The shopkeeper already recognizes us."

The mention of a person outside their wooden refuge pulls knowledge unprompted from Jon's mind. He doesn't have the heart to tell Martin she's currently walking through endless identical corridors with identical doors leading nowhere. The lights above her flicker just so, and she swears she sees something out of the corner of her eye, but she turns and there's only off-white walls and beige doors and the sound of footsteps quickening in threatening cadence towards her-

Jon doesn't mean to drift again. But Martin's voice brings him back. Like it always will.

"Plus, we get to see good cows on the way, so it's worth it."

Jon pushes the thoughts away, and smiles. "I suppose you're right." After a breath, he goes on. "Less food to carry from the store if we have a garden."

"Jonathan Sims, a green thumb?"

Jon bristles at the not-quite accusation, but it doesn't quite reach his voice. Too much energy that he doesn't have. "Well, no, not yet. But I always thought it would be nice, to have a garden. I can learn."

"It would be." Martin slips into sincerity so easily. "I'm sure you would grow lovely vegetables."

"And spices, for cooking."

"Of course." Martin sighs, quiet, fond. "A man that can garden and cook, what could I possibly bring to the table?"

"Everything." Jon blurts out without thinking, and stands by it like a beach umbrella buried in the sand. "You're… you're better with your hands, than I am. Like, the door hinge you fixed when we first got here."

"That's not exactly master carpentry, Jon-"

"It doesn't need to be." Jon doesn't give him time to retort. "And your embroidery. It's- it's good, we'll hang it up on the walls and you can teach me how to do it."

Jon already learned embroidery once, technically, from his grandmother. But she had always grown impatient with his impatience, quick to scold him for fidgeting and rushing his stitches. Like it was an exam he was actively failing instead of something you do for fun. It wasn't all bad, not really, but Jon imagines relearning long-forgotten movements under Martin's hand and smile, and it makes him want to buy every spool of thread, every needle he can get his hands on.

"Of course." Martin replies. "We could put up other pictures, too. I've actually- I've, uh, always wanted to get into photography."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Not for any, real reason, I suppose. Just… seems like it would be fun."

I love you I love you I-

"That sounds like a reason to me."

They go on a bit longer, about pets ( at least one cat, and apparently a species of lizard that Martin is particularly fond of) and colors to paint the bedroom ( something bright but lively, a light blue, maybe) and mugs to buy from the second hand store ( Martin collects novelty mugs, and Jon files that away for later ). Jon knows it’s terrible of him, selfish to revel in this while the world suffers under the weight of its own choking fear.

Later, they'll talk again. A few times. Later, aching sorrow becomes burning anger and drive and they leave with the bags Martin's already packed. But for now, Jon holds Martin's face, and Martin wraps his arms around Jon's waist. Pulling him close, like a ship docked in harbor. And it feels safe.

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #tma fics #my writing

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casualmaraudering · 4 years ago

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im easy to enable and some people have spoken so have my Slytherin Remus and Lily headcanons:

- first of all fuck the idea that everyone in Slytherin is evil, there’s a few bad apples there but we just don’t talk about them ever

- Lily very easily fits in there - she’s an extremely hard working, ambitious wizard, it works out

- Remus I could honestly see in any house? but also Slytherin in particular cause I do think he’s career oriented, ambitious, and introverted (yes introverted isn’t technically a slytherin trait but i like to imagine it’s like. a sub trait or something)

- Lily and Remus befriending Regulus (let’s just say him and Sirius are twins for the sake of my ultimate fantasy), and the three of them immediately becoming an unbreakable trio. like between the three of them i’m pretty sure they’ve read all the books in the Hogwarts’ library

- Lily and Reg try so hard to teach Remus potions. he’s a lost cause tho, it’s like he’s immune to it

- Regulus has to forcibly drag Remus out of bed 4 out of 7 days a week. the bitch is sleepy but Reg is ruthless and will use force and or water if needed

- also hello Reg and Lily becoming animagi instead of James and Sirius?????

- they manage halfway through third year because hello that slytherin determination. also they have braincells unlike certain boys. meditation comes super easy to them

- Reg is a cat and Lily is a doe, ofc

- Regulus getting over prejudices so quick. he’s ready to stab a bitch when his parents talk shit about werewolves during dinner

- also I refuse to believe the dorm was cold and slimy or whatever other bullshit the book said. it’s cute and cosy and those dorks have their own corner with fairy lights and beanbags where they just sit and read books together (it’s like a blanket fort??? there’s blankets hanging so they can charm it so it’s quiet and they can read in peace)

- sometimes they’ll sit in the common room late at night and stare at the glass dome, counting fish or making up stupid facts about said fish. They caught a mermaid two times, and once Remus swears he saw the Squid

- James and Sirius, the two Gryffindor mischief makers, of course still playing pranks on Slytherins

- that is until, in fifth year, Sirius notices his brother and his friends. said friends being, of course, Lily and Remus. Sirius proceeds to drag James with him to stalk them in the library because gay disaster Sirius O Black is in love with Remus. and James is smitten with Lily

- and hereby begins the great quest to conquer Slytherin (or so James calls it)

- Regulus outright refuses to introduce them because he knows his dumbass brother, and there’s no way he’s gonna contribute in any way. plus Remus is his friend and, as much as Reg loves Sirius, he thinks Rem can do much better

- bold of him to assume that would stop Sirius and James

- they try so many things. so. many. things

- of course eventually, in like 7th year, they succeed. Reg is devastated, Lily and Remus are lowkey like ‘rip to ambitions of having husbands with braincells’ but they’re all happy

- Sirius and James getting over their house prejudices. yes they make jokes about slytherins and snakes sometimes but there’s zero malice behind those

- Sirius lowkey being like “why did I have to be the only Black not to be in Slytherin?? Remus would’ve fallen in love with me so much quicker!!!”

- swapping ties by accident.

- Sirius decided Remus in a Gryffindor Quidditch jersey is the hottest thing in this universe, the sight kills him

- James making lame “i guess green isn’t so bad huh” jokes in reference to both Slytherin and Lily’s eye colour

- the t e n s i o n of Quidditch matches. Remus doesn’t even care about Quidditch that much but it’s about the principle of the thing ok, they all gotta root for their own house

- Slytherin wins the House Cup every year. the power of Remus Lily and Reg combined? no one stands a chance

#my best friend is a slytherin so therefore this is important #to me #remus lupin #lily evans #regulus black #the black brothers #wolfstar #jily #slytherin lily #slytherin remus #my tag #headcanon tag #here yall go #some very important headcanons

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thebadgerclan · 4 years ago

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The Rest Of Your Life

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader (Marauders Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Graduation’s almost here...

Remus lay in your arms, his head on your chest, arms wound around your middle, a warm blanket over him as a fire crackled in the hearth. The common room was empty except for you and your boyfriend, the normally hectic room now silent and calm. You ran your fingers through Remus’ sandy hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp. Graduation was only a few weeks away, and everyone in your year’s thoughts were on the future.

“I can’t wait for the future with you,” Remus said, cuddling closer to you. “The rest of my life, I don’t care what it brings, you’re gonna be by my side.” Remus was a sappy and affectionate man, and in his opinion, a day in which he did not profess his love for you multiple times was a day wasted. “I’m gonna marry you, Y/N, you’re gonna be my wife.” The thought of calling yourself Mrs. Y/N Lupin sent butterflies loose in your stomach, and you smiled.

“I wanna marry you too, Rem. Merlin, I want to be your wife.” Remus shifted so he could look at you, his eyes brimming with adoration. “Our wedding’s gonna be great,” Remus elaborated, twisting a strand of your hair around his finger. “Somewhere outside, bright, happy.” You nodded, a smile forming on your face at the thought. “Would you want to make an Unbreakable Vow?”

“Of course I do,” Remus said at once. “You’re forever, Y/N, there’s no one else for me.” “Me too, Rem. You’re my forever.” “So somewhere outside, Unbreakable Vow, what else do we want?” “Ooh, chocolate cake at the reception?” “Darling, it’s me you’re talking to, of course there’ll be chocolate.” You laughed, kissing Remus’ forehead. “Where do you wanna live?” he asked, resting his head back on your chest.

“Somewhere in the country,” you said. “A big yard, gardens. Can we get a dog?!” Remus laughed, a laugh that made your heart swell. “Well, Sirius won’t be happy, but yes, we can get a dog.” “Yes!” You lapsed into silence for a while, content to be in each other’s embrace. “What about kids?” Remus asked, and you smiled. “What about them?” “Do you want kids?”

You’d never considered it before, but the thought of Remus cradling a baby in his arms sparked something in you. Another image swam before your eyes: Remus chasing a toddler through a yard, the child squealing with glee. “Yeah, I think I do,” you said, in that moment, wanting nothing more than to have Remus’ children. “How many?” Remus seemed to have thought this through, as he answered almost instantly.

“2, a boy and a girl. But if you want more or less, then we’ll have more or less.” You smiled, pulling him to kiss you. “I swear, Y/N, as soon as I can, I’m putting a ring on your finger, getting you down that aisle to become my wife, getting us a nice house and having a family with you. That’s all I want, that’s all I’ll ever need for the rest of my life.” You nodded, too overcome with love for the man in your arms. You felt the same, he was all you needed for the rest of your life.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert

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starlocked01 · 4 years ago

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Suspended in a Defenseless Test

AO3 @tsshipmonth2020

Masterpost- Previous- Next

Summary- Patton never had a soul bond. He thought he was okay with God's tumultuous plan for his life- until he met Remus.

Day 7 Intruality- A red thread only you can see connects you to your soulmate

There's a red string that joins you and your true love. You all know this. It's not some fairy tale. No matter the distance, you are connected by an unbreakable soulbond. The non-believers and sinners like to lie and say they have red strings too but I know God only gives them to the faithful, not the homose-

Patton switched off the radio, shutting down the emphatic pastor's voice. He couldn't comprehend how a God that creates invisible soulbonds to lead his children to their complement would punish those who hadn't found him yet. He had plenty of queer friends gush about finding their soulmate because of the red strings. Why would they lie about the fear they felt as children that they would hate the person on the other end, or that the other person would hate them for being queer?

Then again, Patton had no reason to complain. He never had a red string. And according to the lastest radio prophet, that meant he wasn't of the true faith.

There's no way that man knew what he was talking about. Patton had been a priest. He knew the Lord. But did the Lord claim him?

Patton sighed, eyes on the road. Most days he didn't feel broken or incomplete without a string, but Sundays usually did their best to bring him down. God had a plan for his life, apparently it just didn't involve a soulmate. He could be okay with that.

Until he met Remus.

The man was wild and loved to do fun things unplanned, especially if they were gross. He'd show up and drag Patton out to a public park to go on a hike in the pouring rain or bring over buckets of glitter and glue to make slime. He told crass jokes that made Patton blush and always found ways to cheer him up. Even on Sundays.

Patton loved his company and secretly feared the day Remus found his soulmate and left Patton behind.

He pulled the car into the apartment complex where Remus roomed with his brother Roman and Roman’s soulmate. Patton couldn't imagine how awkward that must get, but Remus loved the arrangement. He parked and was gathering his stuff from the back seat when he felt a presence behind him.

Patton blushed, already guessing what Remus was up to and was not surprised when he looked over his shoulder to find Remus mimicking anal behind him. Remus grinned at having been caught and wrapped Patton into a tight hug around the waist.

"Remus…" Patton gave his friend a withering half-smile.

"It's been too long, Daddy. I missed you!" Remus let Patton twist around to hug him back. Patton let his head rest on Remus' shoulder a moment before pulling back with a nearly genuine smile on his face.

"The correct term is 'Father' and you know I'm not ordained anymore, Rem," Patton reached behind his back and grabbed a bag that he held up to Remus, "how have you been? I brought you this."

It wasn't possible for Remus' eyes to gleam any brighter. He took a hand off of Patton's waist to take the gift but instead of opening it right away, he took a step back and gently grabbed Patton's hand.

"Hey, can we take a walk? RoLo kicked me out for the afternoon because they're being all squishy couple-y today. And I need to tell you something."

Patton couldn't stop the flash of fear in his eyes. So today was the day. His closest friend had found his soulmate and whatever kind of dynamic they had would have to change.

Remus saw the fear and winced, "no no it's not bad, Pattycake, come on let’s walk. I won't be able to explain it standing still." Remus bounced on his toes and swung Patton's hand back and forth almost as if to prove his point. Patton gulped and nodded, closing the car door and locking it behind him before letting Remus lead him off down the road.

They walked in uncharacteristic silence for a few minutes, still hand in hand. It felt like the Mariana Trench had opened between them, horrible dark secrets waiting to come to light.

That was pattonly ridiculous to think but nonetheless Patton could not stop worrying. Remus squeezed his hand tighter and led him down a path off the main road.

"Oh, I know where we're going."

"You remember? After two years I didn't think you would," Remus smiled warmly, leading him to a clearing by a large pond surrounded by trees.

"How could I forget that day?" Patton chuckled and shook his head, "I still don't know how you caught a goldfish with a condom."

"I am a man of many talents, few of them useful, " Remus led Patton to the edge of the pond where a blanket and picnic basket were set up.

Patton gasped, "Remus, what is this?"

Remus gestured for Patton to sit down, "Patton, I have a confession to make. Do you still take those?"

Patton chuckled, sat down on the blanket, and pulled Remus down with him.

"Okay, but only for you, kiddo."

"Did you seriously call all the parishioners that? Is that why they kicked you out?" Remus' grin faltered quickly as the joke was met with sad eyes filled with regret. "Damn it. Damn me, right? I'm sorry Patton. But I do have a bit of a confession to make," Remus took a deep breath and looked in Patton's expectant eyes, "I really… really want to make us official."

Patton blinked in surprise, "but, surely I'm not your soulmate. Aren't you waiting for them?"

Remus deflated but tried to keep the energy up, "I know I'm not your soulmate, Pat, but hear me out. I understand if you don't want to because I'm not your soulmate but what I had in mind was a bit different. I want you to be my queerplatonic partner, not a romantic partner."

"Queerplatonic? I've never heard of that before," Patton mused over the word. He'd always assumed romance and love with a soulmate was the most important kind of relationship the Lord had given humans, but the most important man in his life wanted something different. And specifically not a romantic relationship.

"Okay, confession number two. I don't have a soulmate. In fact, I'm aromantic. I've never had a red string and frankly at this point I never want one. But I still want to be your partner, just not in a romantic way. You mean the world to me, Patton. I know coming to terms with queer stuff hasn't been easy for you but, well, what do you say?" Remus looked hopefully at Patton who stared straight ahead at the water rippling in the light breeze.

"What… what does aromantic actually mean then? I suppose I was wrong to assume it meant 'without love'..." Patton's voice hitched. He looked over to Remus and smiled to reassure him.

"Not experiencing romantic attraction to others, like not wanting to date them or do romantic-y bull shit with them," Remus looked away, heart crumbling as his best friend continued to avoid the big question.

"Oh. Wow…" Patton took a deep breath, "Remus, I have my own confession to make," Remus looked back to Patton, intrigued, "I don't have a soulmate either. And though I've heard of the aromantic community before, I never realized that being aromantic did not mean being resigned to never loving someone else in a deep and fulfilling way. Queer platonic partners, is that similar to dating but without the romance?" Remus nodded silently, hope reblossoming in his chest, "I think I could like that. You are so important to me, Remus. I was terrified you were going to tell me you found your soulmate and had to leave me behind."

"I could never leave you behind, pops!" Remus cried, "just imagine the catholic guilt I'd have for abandoning you!"

Patton giggled and grabbed Remus' hand, "so, I guess… yes! I want to be your partner, Remus."

Remus grinned broadly and tackle hugged Patton. They both rolled off the blanket and ended up laying in the grass and laughing with joy.

Remus sat up suddenly, "did you hear that?"

"What?"

"I'm gonna catch that frog!"

"What??" Patton watched as Remus jumped up and dove straight into the pond, holding a hand up to shield his face as mud splashed everywhere around him.

Remus resurfaced, pulling himself out of the mud with his elbows because his hands were full with a giant bullfrog who looked perturbed at having been pulled from his spot.

Patton squealed with joy, "oh, let's name him Lilypad!"

Remus chuckled, "that sounds like Little Pat, I like it!" He set the frog down in the grass, futility wiping mud from his face and slicking his hair back out of his face while Patton tried to restrain himself from immediately poking the poor animal.

Remus laid spread out on the grass, drying in the sun while Patton grabbed a stick and blades of grass to play with Lillypadton (he liked the flow of that name better). They talked for hours and shared the snacks Remus had set up before Patton arrived. Remus opened the gift Patton had brought and was ecstatic, playing with the neon green tangle toy and admiring the hand-decorated picture frame.

Something welled up deep in Patton's heart, looking at his brand new partner. They weren't soulmates but he was confident the Lord wanted them to find each other and be together this way.

After a while, Patton stood and picked Lilypadton up, returning the frog to the edge of the pond while Remus gathered up the picnic in the blanket like a giant sack that he threw over his shoulder. Patton took his other hand with a smile and they walked back to the apartment.

Remus dropped the blanket by the front door and they could hear the tv playing in the living room.

"Roro, we're back! Y'all better be decent," Remus yelled from the kitchen as he washed the worst of the dried mud from his arms.

"Yeesh! Yes, you can come in," Roman shouted back from the living room. Patton peeked his head around the corner to see Roman and Logan cuddled on the couch watching Netflix. It looked dark and potentially gory so Patton slipped right back into the kitchen with Remus.

"Hey, Pat, I'm gonna go shower off. I've got mud up my ass and it's getting kinda nasty. Make yourself at home," Remus smiled and kissed his forehead. Patton blushed and nodded.

As Remus headed off to get cleaned up, Patton sat himself down in the kitchen, preferring to leave the others alone with their movie.

"Hello, Father," Patton looked up from his phone to Logan who was standing awkwardly next to him.

"You can just call me 'Patton', Lo. I actually prefer it…"

"My apologies. How are you?" Logan asked stiffly, shifting from foot to foot.

"I'm doing pretty well. Thank you for asking. How are you today?" Patton smiled, trying to put the other man at ease.

Logan adjusted his glasses, "I am doing adequately-"

"Lo, just get the drinks. Pat's fine," Roman called from the couch.

Logan bristled, "I apologize for his lack of manners. Do you want anything to drink?"

"No thanks. And thank you, I'm sorry for intruding on your movie date," Patton sighed.

Logan moved to the kitchen to get the drinks but kept glancing at Patton. Patton did his best to ignore the looks, praying Remus would finish up quickly.

Logan cleared his throat, "Patton, are you and Remus dating? He was acting weirder than usual before you got here today."

Patton blushed at the directness of the question, "not like you and Roman are," Patton wasn't sure how to explain it to the two soulmates- if Remus even wanted to tell them.

Roman had stopped watching the television and had his arms crossed over the back of the couch, "I told you, Lo, Remus doesn't have a soulmate. He was just excited to see Pat, nothing more to it."

"Roman, he had a whole picnic planned. That's hardly something you do for just a friend."

"Guys, I-"

"Patton is my Zucchini and you two are just jealous," Remus announced loudly from the hallway. All three turned to look at him and he grinned, "come on Pat, let's leave the lovebirds alone."

Patton jumped up, eager to get away from Logan and Roman’s questions and confusion. He was also more than a little curious about being called a 'zucchini'. He could hear Logan and Roman whispering as Remus led him off down the hall to the bedroom.

"What the hell is a zucchini?"

"I don't know, Roman. Just let it go. We can ask Remus to explain later."

Patton was grateful as the door shut behind him, cutting off the rest of the conversation. He turned to give Remus a quizzical look to find him wearing the tangle toy in his hair like a crown.

"That's adorable. What's a zucchini?" Patton grinned, genuinely this time.

"Ah, sorry. I probably should have asked you first. It's like an alternative to 'boyfriend' for queerplatonic partners. We can go by something else if you don't like it," Remus grinned, patting the bed next to him to offer Patton the seat.

Patton's eyes were shining as he sat down, "oh my goodness, that's adorable! I love it! So do you want to be called my zucchini too?"

"Ehh, Nah it doesn't sound right for me," Remus frowned, laying back on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

"Well," Patton swung his legs back and forth, "what about my squish?" He poked Remus in the stomach, causing a fit of giggles.

Remus sat back up and grinned at Patton, "that sounds perfect! You'll be my zucchini, I'll be your squish, and everyone else will be confused as hell!"

Patton leaned his head against Remus' shoulder, imagining the looks of confusion when they told others.

"Oh hey, I thought of something!" Remus bounced up from the bed and went straight to the closet, rummaging around for something which he quickly found, "since we don't have soulmates, let's make this official ourselves," he held up a variegated ball of blue and green yarn.

"Okay!" We'll have to untie it before I leave but that's such a sweet idea!" Patton couldn't help but think back to when friends on the playground would do something similar, using red yarn during games of pretend to mark their friends and crushes as "soulmates".

Remus cut a decent length of yarn and gently took Patton's hand in his. He tied one end of the yarn around Patton's wrist and held out his for Patton to do the same. Patton tied the other end of the yarn with a small bow and held Remus' hand in his, smiling at his squish.

Patton felt a mild itchy burning on his wrist and looked back down at the yarn. Remus looked too, pulling his hand away from Patton's. As they watched, the blue-green yarn sparked for a minute before returning to normal.

"Well that was odd," Patton was the first to speak.

Remus looked weirded out and tried to untie the bow but found that no matter how hard he pulled, the knot stayed tied. He grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and tried to cut the loop around his wrist but the yarn passed right through the blades without being severed.

Patton gasped and pulled the thread between them taut before taking another step back. The thread lengthened, magically longer than it had been cut. When he stepped closer it shrunk shorter, much like how other's had described their red threads acting.

"Does this mean-?" Patton asked quietly.

Remus grabbed Patton's hand and dragged him out to the living room, walking right between the couch and the television much to Roman’s displeasure.

Remus held up their bound together wrists, "can you guys see this?"

"You're holding hands and blocking the tv. Yes, we can see that," Roman grumbled at them.

"Is there something we should be seeing?" Logan asked with an edge of curiosity in his voice.

Patton held up the string, "you guys can't see the string?"

Roman and Logan shared a look and Roman answered, "I thought you didn't have a soul thread, Remus. We can't see any string. What's going on?"

Remus turned to Patton with a large happy smile, "we created our own soul bond!"

Logan sat forward immediately, "tell me exactly what happened. Don't leave out any details."

Roman sighed and paused the movie, a smile on his face seeing his brother happy. He had no clue what was going on but he could be happy for the pair and could forgive them for the intrusion.

Patton picked up Remus in a hug and twirled him around, tears of joy spilling down his cheek. They both sat down next to Logan and started explaining the thread and the sparks and the scissors. This led to Logan asking several questions about the nature of their relationship, with Roman interjecting with questions of his own.

When Patton left that evening to drive home, the string magically stretched with him over the miles. He thanked God for Remus and for blessing their unconventional relationship with confirmation they were meant to be together in the way that made sense to them.

#tsshipmonth2020 #Soulmate September 2020 #soulmate au #red thread #qpr #queerplatonic intruality #intruality #logince #religious themes #cussing

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cardest · 4 years ago

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Atlanta/Georgia playlist

Grab a peach and git up, git on down to this Atlanta/Georgia playlist. As you sing a long with the blues on your way to Zesto, watch out for the walking dead! Hope you love this playlist.

Any songs or bands I forgot, let me know! Add you songs! Make Diamond Dallas Page and play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC18ZGfZ0xdhww0W7tFmuboS8

ATLANTA/GEORGIA

001 Mastodon - Where Strides The Behemoth 002 Sevendust - T.o.a.b. 003 Kylesa - Drop Out 004 Weird Al Yankovic - Gump 005 B-52s - 52 Girls 006 The Walking Dead Original Soundtrack - Theme Song 007 R.E.M. - Orange Crush 008 James Brown - Get Up Offa That Thing 009 Boz Scaggs - Georgia 010 Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down To Georgia 011 Ray Charles - X-Ray_Blues with Milt_Jackson 012 Baroness - Seasons 013 Royal Thunder - South Of Somewhere 014 Tom Johnston - Savannah Nights 015 Mighty River by Railroad Earth 016 Red Ryders - Savannah Slow Down 017 Alice in Chains - A Looking in View 018 Larkin Poe - Bleach Blonde Bottle Blues 019 Gladys Knight & The Pips - Midnight Train to Georgia 020 Dionne Farris - I Know 021 Primate - March of the Curmudgeon 022 The Keyboys - Savannah 023 Predator - No Face 024 GEORGIA SATELLITES - Keep Your Hands To Yourself 025 Vicki Lawrence - The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia 026 Wheeler Walker Jr. - Redneck Shit 027 Mastodon - Workhorse 028 Hard Times - Dr. Buzzards Original Savannah Band 029 The Pazant Brothers & The Beaufort Express - Back to Beaufort 030 King Hobo - Hobo ride 031 Kylesa - Tired Climb 032 Sevendust - Praise 033 Giraffe Tongue Orchestra - No-One Is Innocent 034 Daughters - Sweet Georgia brown 035 Lynyrd Skynyrd - Georgia Peaches 036 Baroness - Jake Leg 037 Yvonne Elliman - Savannah 038 Arbor Labor Union - Radiant Mountain Road 039 Johnny Paycheck - Georgia In A Jug 040 Silver Machine - Color of the Sun 041 The Coathangers - Parasite 042 Marshall Chapman - Somewhere South of Macon 043 Little Richard - Rip It Up 044 Royal Thunder - Floor 045 Stuck Mojo - Rising 046 Sadistic Ritual - Visionaire of Death 047 Zac Brown Band - Heavy Is The Head ft. Chris Cornell 048 James Brown - There Was A Time 049 JJ Cale w Eric Claptron - Heads In Georgia 050 Iggy Pop - Candy 051 Billy Joe Shaver - I Been To Georgia On A Fast Train 052 Bambara - Serafina 053 Larkin Poe - Trouble In Mind 054 Death of Kings - Shadow of the Reaper 055 The Allman Brothers Band - Hot Lanta 056 Steve Miller Band - Rock N Me 057 Talking Heads - Once in a Lifetime 058 The Charlie Daniels Band - Georgia 059 Paul Weller - Moonshine 060 Clarence Reid - Living Together is Keeping Us Apart 061 Tommy Bolin - Savannah Woman 062 Gram Parsons International - Millers Cave 063 O.M.D - Georgia 064 Whores - playing poor 065 Johnny Cash - They Killed Him 066 Fabulous Wailers - Driftwood 067 Calvin Arnold - You Got To Live For Yourself 068 Soundgarden - Ty Cobb 069 Zoroaster - Black Hole 070 Harvey Milk - I Just Want To Go Home 071 The Allman Brothers - Whipping Post 072 Clutch - Gullah 073 Mastodon feat. Gibby Haynes - Atlanta 074 Neon Christ - The Knife That Cuts So Deep 075 Father Befouled - Mortal Awakening 076 Allen Toussaint - Southern Nights 077 B52-s - Butterbean 078 Captain Clegg And The Night Creatures - Macon County Morgue 079 Elton John - Georgia 080 Tony Joe White - Roosevelt and Ira Lee 081 Whiplash - Burning Of Atlanta 082 Hank Williams Jnr - All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight 083 Killer Be Killed - Wings Of Feather And Wax 084 Ray Charles - Georgia On My Mind 085 Joe South - Hush 086 Collective Soul - Shine 087 James Brown - Cold Sweat 088 Order of the Owl - Class War 089 Bad Company - 0h Atlanta 090 Ben E King- Moon River 091 The Group Atlanta - Atlanta Burned Again Last Night 092 The Spirit of Atlanta - Peachtree Street 093 Dickey Betts & Great Southern - Atlantas Burning Down 094 Dr. Buzzards Original Savannah Band - Sunshowers 095 Jucifer - Work Will Make Us Free - Throned In Blood 096 Cloak - To Venomous Depths / Where No Light Shines 097 Prince & the Revolution - Annie Christian 098 Tilly and the Wall - Bad Education 099 Eartha Kitt - Atlanta Blues 100 B-52s - Love Shack 101 Atlanta Rhythm Section - Doraville 102 Withered - Extinguished with the Weary 103 Zack Brown Band - Chicken Fried 104 West End Motel - Bite 105 Unpersons - Number 106 REM - Burning Down 107 Marty Balin - Atlanta Lady Something About Your Love 108 The Extra Lens - Communicating Doors 109 Dangerfeel Newbies - New Dawn 110 Palaces - One 111 Otis Redding - Hard To Handle 112 The Fabulous Freebirds - Badstreet USA 113 Baroness - March to the Sea 114 Sevendust - Crucified 115 Stevie Wonder - Happy Birthday 116 PRIMATE - Pride 117 Deliverance OST - Dueling Banjos 118 Otis Redding & Carla Thomas - Tramp 119 FOZZY - Wanderlust (feat. Zakk Wylde) 120 Duke Pearson - Los Ojos Alegres 121 The Doobie Brothers - Rockin Down the Highway 122 The Black Crowes - Remedy 123 Zesto Atlanta Promo 124 Johnny Mercer - Jeepers Creepers 125 Giraffe Tongue Orchestra - Everyone Gets Everything They Really Want 126 Europe - Cherokee 127 Climate Change - Jo Zav 128 Brian Fallon - Georgia 129 Motherfucker - Confetti 130 Johnny Paycheck - Im_the Only Hell Mama Ever Raised 131 Linda Ronstadt - Life Is Like a Mountain Railway 132 Merle Haggard - Cherokee Maiden 133 Herbie Mann - Rainy Night in Georgia 134 Outkast - SpottieOttieDopaliscious 135 Marion Brown - Maimoun 136 The Bee Gees - Down The Road 137 Hoagy Carmichael - Georgia on My Mind 138 Jamie N. Commons - Lead Me Home (The Walking Dead OST/ Season 3) 139 Black Tusk - Snake Charmer 140 Stone Temple Pilots - Atlanta 141 Curtis Mayfield - I Mo Git U Sucka 142 Combichrist - Every Day Is War 143 Widespread Panic - Up All Night 144 Millie Jackson - All i want is a fighting chance 145 Cat Power - Cross Bones Style 146 Abner Jay - My Middle Name is the Blues 147 Deerhunter - Helicopter 148 Gone Is Gone - Gift 149 Frankie Miller - High Life 150 Mastodon - Stargasm 151 James Brown - Super Bad, Pts. 1, 2 & 3 (Mono Version) 152 Little Richard - Keep A Knockin' 153 Rage Against the Machine - Wake Up 154 QUEEN - One Vision 155 Tetrarch - I'm not right 156 Jimi Hendrix - Mannish Boy 157 Kylesa - Scapegoat 158 Sevendust - Enemy 159 Comes With The Fall - Unbreakable 160 The Black Crowes - Twice as hard 161 Georgia Satellites - Battleship chains 162 Demonic Christ - Nocturnal Empire 163 Florida Georgia Line - Anything Goes 164 Larkin Poe - Mad as a hatter 165 Misfits - Land of the dead 666 Otis Redding - Ole Man Trouble

Thanks for listening!

#atlanta #Atlanta Playlist #Georgia playlist #atlanta bands #music from georgia #sevendust #mastodon #larkin poe #railroad earth #the walking dead #baroness #little richard #tetrarch #kylesa #martin luther jr #little five points

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 7 years ago

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I’ll Meet You At The Bottom Part 32

Since my birthday is tomorrow I may or may not put another chapter out that day. Like Imma try, but I make no promises.

Azula had to laugh, at least to herself. She had left the Ash Pit with intentions to never go back and there she was brining it home with her. Fair was fair though, she had to deal with Sokka’s stupid friends now he’d have to deal with her sketchy companions. “Just pick one already.” She sighed at Bo-Rem.

“I don’t like any of them.” The girl grumbled. “And the one’s I do are too small.” She held up another shirt that had no room to accommodate her muscles. “Ya know what, I’m just going to check the men’s section.”

“What’re we doin’ here?” Yoko barked as he gestured about the marketplace. “Taeyul needs help ‘n you need to fix yer priorities.”

“I do have my priorities straight.” Azula argued. “If you actually want to make it into the palace, you all are going to have to looked respectable.” She looked at the sorry lot. “Or at least, presentable.” Azula entertained herself by picking through a few articles of clothing. She looked up from it to see Yoko still loitering about. “The sooner you pick something, the sooner we can leave. He plucked something from a hanger without looking and handed it to her. “Are you sure that you want that one?”

Without looking at it he nodded.

“Alright, fine.” She rolled her eyes. Whether he liked it or not, he would be wearing it. It was the most childish looking dress attire she’d ever seen in the men’s section. Boryuk found something remotely quick, while Yoona was off in the back fumbling with a particularly elaborate, multipiece kimono. The girl had no idea how to wear it properly and was lost in a forest of fine fabric. “How about we try something a little easier.” Azula suggested, leading her over to the once piece dresses.

“Why don’t Taeyul have to do this?” Yoko complained.

Azula blinked, this question she wouldn’t dignify with a response. Instead she turned to Kohza. He, unlike the rest of them, seemed to be relishing in the experience. This was part of the higher life he had been longing to part take in and was eagerly sifting through each robe he could spy. He seemed to love each and every one for a different reason. Which was almost as bad as detesting them all. He was taking just as long as Bo-Rem but for a completely opposite reason.

Chan, unaspiringly, picked out something with ease and took to glaring at Sokka who glared back; an unbreakable display of no-contact testosterone. Azula had an unweaving suspicion that Sokka had started this ridiculous staring contest. She made a point of directly standing in the incorporeal line their strong eye contact was creating. She could practically feel the tension beaming through her soul, but it was worth it to have ended their little pissing contest. “Chan, go help Kohza pick his favorite.”

He shoved himself off of the shelf he had been leaning on and sulked over to Kohza.

“What about me, what do I get to do?” Sokka asked.

“You can keep an eye on Taeyul or go help Bo-Rem, your pick.”

“Is, ‘keep standing right over here’ an option?” Sokka replied.

“It was until you asked for something to do.” Azula shrugged.

She watched him—equally as cross as his newfound rival—make his way towards Taeyul. That left her, was there ever any doubt, to Bo-Rem. It took much longer than it should have, but at last Azula found something that Bo-Rem could tolerate. From there it was remotely easy. Despite so, the princess found herself growing antsy; she was itching to finally get back to her training. Bo-Rem’s prior commentary might have hit a little closer to home than she was willing to admit. Even without, Azula missed going through the rigorous motions of firebending. With Zuko well on his way to Ember Island—she didn’t believe that he actually would until the boat was actually on its way with him in it—there would be no hassle at all in getting the group into the palace. She was, after all, their temporary Fire Lord, if she wanted to bring in a bunch of shady ruffians, they’d have to let her. “Now, if everybody except Chan and Khoza keeps quiet, everything should go smoothly. Azula settled her gaze on Yoona and her constant stream of almost intangible babble. She went blissfully undaunted by Azula’s stare.

“See that tree, Chan?” Sokka asked as he pointed to the dragon maple. “That’s our spot, mine and Azula’s. It has been for a while now.”

“Good to finally be informed.” Azula muttered.

“So?” Chan asked.

“So, you can’t go under it.”

“I don’t want to go under your stupid tree!” Chan threw his hands up. “I don’t even like trees!”

“Who doesn’t like trees?” Sokka shouted. This was more pointless than any argument Azula had ever tried to start with him. She made sure to stomp it out before they finished crossing the courtyard. Once inside the palace they were greeted by Aang. It didn’t take long for the other two to appear.

“Idiots of Sokka, meet my, probably bigger, idiots.” Azula introduced. “I’ll let you all get to know each other.”

“I like her.” Toph pointed at Bo-Rem.

“Wait, where are you going?” Sokka asked.

“I have to work on my firebending. I’m sure Chan can handle…”

“No he can’t.” Sokka whispered.

“You’re right, he doesn’t know who to ask.” Azula resigned to wasting another few moments. “Katara, that’s Taeyul. You can help him, yes?”

“I think that I can.” She nodded. And after inspecting him for a few moments, backtracked some. “I hope that I can. He’s…he’s not in good shape.”

“If you can help me, I’m sure you can help him.” Azula assured.

“Azula, you were never that close to death.”

Azula shuddered at the possibility that she was close at all and wondered exactly which time that had been.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Mind if I come train with you?” Chan asked.

The idea of him watching her when her skills were so rusty…so neglected sent a new kind of dread radiating through her. He was one of the few who still had a mostly polished, untainted version of her. No, she planned on training alone—her firebending was one area where everyone still had a pristine impression. If not, they had high expectations; not quite at the altitude of her own, but still high. “I train alone.”

“Since when?” He asked.

Since you asked, the retort was on the tip of her tongue. “Since I decided that I need to focus.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Besides, you have some bonding to do.”

Chan looked reluctantly at the gang.

It didn’t take long, not at all. In fact, she had taken only a few steps into the adjoining hall when she heard footsteps padding along behind her. Sokka had a very distinct step sound, heavy but in a soft sort of way that she couldn’t explain with certainty. It might have been that he still liked to wear fur boots that suffocated the brunt of the noise. She knew it would drive Chan up the wall, but she let him tag along. Somehow she didn’t really mind if he watched her fail miserably, he already has multiple times. “You can come along, but don’t do anything distracting.” She tossed back at him.

“I was just gonna grab my canvas and paint while you do you your fire thing.” Sokka replied.

“I’ll meet you there.” She replied. While he split off to fetch his supplies from his room, she stopped for a change of clothes. Something with a lesser excess of sleeves. Something a little easier to move in and a little less flammable.

Azula began before Sokka arrived, a quick warmup that went relatively smoothly. She also worked through the first set of stances in her normal routine. A task that proved to her that her skills had been so horribly neglected. She supposed that she should be thankful; even at her lowest she could still probably get the better of the average firebender. But that wasn’t good enough, not at all. The one thing she had prided herself for, she no longer had complete mastery over. She was slower, slightly off balance, her muscles weaker from such a prolonged lack of use. She was nearly frustrated to tears, these things should be coming naturally to her. But they weren’t, she knew that she shouldn’t have expected them too. And so it was that Sokka’s sudden presence was once again uncomfortable and unwelcomed, no matter how much he’d already seen. She didn’t want him to see her stumble, not at this.

“Why do you go paint outside?” She asked.

“I always paint outside.” Sokka shrugged. “Besides, I want to watch you firebend. It always looked so…powerful. It’ll be nice to see it without you trying to kill me while doing it.”

“Say the wrong thing and I will definitely kill you, Sokka.” Azula promised.

“Are you stalling?”

“What? No. I’m taking a break.”

“Already?”

She sent a tiny bolt of lightning at his feet and he lifted his arms in surrender. “That’s a good start, now keep that up.” He grinned stupidly. Azula hated that goofy grin. She waited until he began fishing out his paints to resume her own task. At first, the firebender mostly dabbled with her lightning, she’d never truly lost her touch there. It brought a sense of comfort to know so. By the time she decided to go back to bending fire, Sokka was mostly engrossed in his art. Enough so that Azula felt less observed as she conjured up a whirling pinwheel of fire. This earned her a sharp, “hey careful, working with delicate material here.”

“I’m sure your ego will hold up.” Azula rolled her eyes. “Besides, it wasn’t even close to you.”

She moved onto something more elaborate, a form that involved a rapid barrage of fire and a few midair kicks. The first few went smoothly but she was tiring much faster than she would have liked. She paused for a minute or two and then resumed. In due time she found herself decently satisfied with that set and threw in something new; an old favorite technique. Something that required a bit of a running start. A running start that burst into a jump and brining her leg down in an arc of fire and then a repetition of the motion but instead of an arc she would go for a somersault of fire. This didn’t go quite so smoothly. Her first arc was rather impressive, but the somersault ended with a harsh thud. One loud enough to catch Sokka’s attention and add the first tinge of pink to her cheeks. She blew her bangs from her face and tried a second time. And a third, each seemed to be progressively getting worse. She found herself growing increasingly more embarrassed, and therefore, irritated with every blunder. She looked ridiculous. She tried for another somersault of flames, but she had put too much force into it, bringing her down without a scrap of grace. Azula stumbled to keep her balance. She could practically see her father leering at her. She tried it a third time, that one ending more tragically than the time before it. That time she hadn’t even landed on her feet. Sokka’s eyes seemed practically glued to her by then and she was making a fool of herself. By then her face was completely flushed with both humiliation and simmering agitation. She went for it once more, this time not even succeeding with the first arc.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Sokka spoke gently, he put his brush down. “You bend better when you’re not angry. Isn’t that why you were so good at firebending before? Because you were so calm.”

Azula brushed her hair out of her face; when had it gotten so long? He had a solid point, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything but exasperation, not when this should be coming so naturally to her.

“Here.” He came to stand behind her, first massaging the tension out of her shoulders and then out of her back. After doing so, he lifted her arm and extended it, mimicking the stances he’d so often seen her utilize. Some time into it she took the lead and let him follow her through the motions. His hold restricted her from producing any fire at all. Though it was about structure at that point, structure and stance. She could incorporate fire again later. For the time being, Azula was content with the intimacy. Content with his interest in bending with her, even if he could ever hope to produce a spark. She could feel his muscles rippling and contorting against her back. Could smell the tinge of sea-salt on his body. He must have recently taken a saltwater bath. He borrowed her pine soap, from the smell of it. His aroma soothed her some. And then he let go, his touch lingering only for one more brief moment.

.oOo.

Upon leaving her side, Azula added fire to the movements that they had just worked through. Her movements were simpler, less bold than he recalled. Speed seemed to be sidelined for perfecting the motions themselves. But she was as elegant as he was used to, despite the occasional falter. She was frighteningly powerful as ever and he hoped that she knew that. He watched slid from one stance to the next in fluid motions. She seemed more relaxed. Sokka couldn’t bring himself to pick up the brush again, he’d rather watch the real Azula.

Perhaps he would join her some time, his swordsmanship was getting a bit rusty and he wouldn’t mind making a few slashes and slices, especially after spying some of the expensive training equipment scattered about the room.

After some time had gone by, she tried for the somersaults again, her landings were still shaky or on her back altogether. He feared that she was hurting herself and wondered how many bruises would line the length of her back. She seemed undaunted by that though. By the end of it all, she was a little red faced and breathing hard.

He had to admire her dedication.

.oOo.

Sokka extended a hand and pulled her up. “You’ve been at this for hours now, I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Azula wanted to protest, but even she knew there was no sense in draining herself on the first day. She hadn’t even trained that relentlessly during her prime. Hesitantly she let him lead her back to the springs so she could freshen herself up. She was a bit of a wreck but she didn’t need to look the part.

A quick sweep of the dinner table confirmed that everyone still had yet to warm up to one another. Toph and Bo-Rem were the oddities, they connected right away. Not that Azula hadn’t predicted such. Bo-Rem was speaking fondly of The Rumble and Toph was insisting that she should part take. Listening to all of the awkward and forced conversation, Azula couldn’t wait to add dear Zu-Zu to the mix. The look on his face would be precious.

This became a sort of routine. In between checking on Teayul and keeping tabs on both groups of idiots, the princess would retreat to go through her techniques. Eventually her touch would have come back to her, she supposed that she just needed to get used to going through the motions again. Sokka was always there working on either the painting of her. Eventually that came to a halt, in a fit of annoyance—during a particularly taxing firebending form—Azula carelessly kicked a ball of sapphire flame in Sokka’s direction. It both had him facedown on the ground after a spectacularly dramatic dive and nearly scorched the canvas. After dusting himself off Sokka cradled his portrait as if it were some precious gem. After that he wouldn’t let her near it at all claiming that such dangerous activities did not create a safe and healthy environment for a growing portrait. He no longer brought that canvas into the training room, instead he would bring a simple brush and ink and would create careless doodles. Sometimes she would pause her own training and watch him draw until she felt ready to begin again.

The days had a new sense of normalcy to them.

And on most of them the Ruby Tears hadn’t crossed her mind.

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Unbreakable

by: P. Pineda

It was a Sunday rainy evening when Sister Elizabeth, found a baby in front of the church. And that’s me! Ava. I am always thankful for Sister Elizabeth for keeping me and taking care of me. Because of her, I had friends here in the orphan like Athena. She is my best friend or more like my sister. We are always together and some even say that we are inseparable, which is true because Athena is such a loner but she is very kind and caring. I am now 12 years old turning 13 this year on the month of March. While Athena on the other hand, is turning 12 on July. When I first met Athena, I had this feeling that we will not get along. She had this aura of hers that makes you want to just stay away if you don’t want to be in trouble. And I noticed that she doesn’t talk to everyone. She is always in the corner looking at us playing, eating, and talking.

As time passes I became interested in her so I asked my friends why she is not playing with them.

“Hey, who is that girl in the corner? Why is she not joining us?” I asked. “You mean Athena?” Nicolai responded.

“Don’t talk to her Ava.” said Rem. “Yeah she talks to cats”. Luna added.

They all started laughing. Because of that I wanted to get to know her more. I wanted to be friends with her. So every day, I would always follow her everywhere she go and invited her to join us when we play and whenever we eat. I would always talk to her even if she was not responding. For the times where I would always watch her, I noticed that it is true she talks to cats. Every Christmas Eve, we always exchanged gifts as part of celebration together with the sisters. I wanted to make Athena happy by giving her a gift. But the problem is that I didn’t know Athena, her likes, interest and hobbies are a complete question mark to me. But I realized that the only thing that she talked to were cats. So I thought of giving her a cat stuff toy for Christmas. I was so nervous to see her open the gift. But that feeling was immediately replaced with happiness and satisfaction when I saw her smile for the first time she got into the orphan. She was so happy she came to me without hesitation and thanked me. She’s not weird, she just love cats! That was the day where we became friends up until now. Everything changed ever since that night. She is now joining us eating and playing but she is still shy and still doesn’t talk much. That’s how we became friends. At the day of my birthday, Sister Elizabeth prepared a

party and we had so much fun. It was all going well when the sisters began panicking and kept everyone inside the church. We were so scared because that was the first time in our lives where we saw them scared, unable to know what to do and they kept on praying.

“What’s wrong Sister Elizabeth?” we asked.

“We heard that there has been an unknown virus outbreak that’s killing a lot of people. The government doesn’t know the cause of this but they do know is that it is not safe to go outside so we must stay inside until there is an answer to this outbreak”. Sister replied.

It had been only few weeks when we stopped playing outside but I already miss it. I miss playing in the swing together with my friends. I miss running in the green grass and playing with the mud. It was a bright morning when we had visitors covered in a white thick plastic-like clothes. It’s funny because they looked like astronauts. We saw them talk with the sisters and I spied on them. I saw the Sisters face went cold. The sister told us that they are scientist and they need our help in order for us to be able to play outside again. My friends were so happy because they think that they would be like superhero that saves everyone from the virus. But for me, I know there is something wrong. I had this feeling that we were in trouble. So they took us. And when we got there, the place looked so dull it’s scary. The scientist put some collars in our neck that has numbers on it. They fed us delicious foods that we have never tasted in the orphan and we had some good sleep. Little do we know that is the start of our suffering. The collars were actually powered with electricity. So every time they want us to wake up, if we every oppose them or fight them, the collar will get activated. We actually became a test subjects for the possible cure that they created for the virus. Day by day, we lost someone. Athena was furious because of the sufferings that she experienced and was traumatized because of the experiments and she wanted to get revenge. Every day, I would always cheer up Athena for her to be strong and fight this battle with me. I don’t want to lose her so I will do everything to protect her. Many years passed, they finally had the cure for the virus. The collars were finally removed and we were set free by the scientists. As a reward, they gave us privilege to get anything we want in the whole world. I got a big mansion for me and Athena filled with cats because I knew that she loved them. But Athena is not the same anymore. She became extremely quiet and she’s like dead inside but I know for myself that she loves me and I love her. Life became easier because of the privilege but she’s not the same as before. We have a mansion but it’s like no one was ever home. Athena is

always locked at her room and barely talks to me. Until one day, I found out that I could move things at my will. It sounded strange but I talked to Athena about this. And she said the same, however her power is different. I could move things and Athena could control actions and minds of a living thing. We talked to our friends who survived the experiment and they also had powers. So we have concluded that this is because of the experiments that were performed in our body. I noticed that Athena is now always outside and barely even go home. I just let her do her thing because I thought that she was just exploring new things. But as soon as I saw the news where the scientist who tortured us started killing each other, I knew that was Athena’s doing. I remembered the days where she always told me that she would get revenge for making us suffer. I started to look for her but she was nowhere to be found. But as soon as I remembered that she was mad at everyone, I remembered Sister Elizabeth. I know that she would come to the orphan so I immediately went there and stayed. And I was right. I didn’t want to fight Athena because she is like a sister to me. But Athena is filled with so much anger. I had no other choices so we fought. But Athena is so much powerful than me. I got defeated. I was about to lose it when she started crying. I know how much she was hurt and how she suffered. I moved closer to her and I hugged her so tight to make her feel that I am here and that I love her so much. We may not have a family but we have each other. When Athena calmed down, she told everyone that she was sorry. We agreed to hide our powers so that we will be safe from everyone and to not use our powers.

“I know it’s hard to overcome and to move on from what we went through, but I am here Athena, you have me.” I said.

“I know Ava, I’m sorry, I didn’t want this to happen at all. I just don’t want them to hurt us again.” Athena talked back.

“I know, they won’t be. I will not let that happen to you anymore” I responded.

I know what we went through is too much but I believe that time heals. We will soon be genuinely happy again. And when that time comes, I want it to be with Athena.

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