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A VOW WITHOUT HONOR

Cold touched her cheeks, a light kiss that quickly faded. She glanced up, catching sight of tiny dots of white dancing about in the air. They were few and would quickly melt, even before they hit the ground, but they were there.

The first snow of the coming winter.

And as she looked upon King’s Landing one last time, Myra knew in her heart that she would return once more.

The capital was not done with her, nor she with it.

...

BUCKSHOT & WOLFSBANE

I think it’s a good thing,” Remus said after a while. “That you believed I was a werewolf, that is.”

“How is that possibly a good thing?”

She could feel him shrug beside her. “It means you have a fascinating and open mind, and you’re willing to believe something even if it defies what you’ve been told. You’re willing to accept something even if you’ve been told it’s wrong to, even if it’s dangerous…even if…”

Isabeau had a feeling this was leading to something, or at least it was trying to. Remus was a boy with many secrets. She was starting to believe being a werewolf was just the tip of the iceberg, and she was eager to learn more. But she could also wait, whatever it was.

“It’s okay, Remus,” she said when he trailed off. “Whatever you want to say, it’s okay.”

...

CRITICAL MASS

“I spaced the boy as soon as I entered the system. You won’t find him here, and neither will your troops. Searching for him will undoubtedly bring the station’s gangs down on you, and that is a complication that you do not need. So, you can either take my word for it, or you can return with less than half of the company you were assigned.”

Gunner sighed. “You always did think of everything, Commander.”

“I am not your commander.”

She stood then, hoping she had bought Galen and the pilot enough time. They had not been trained for stalling either. Waiting, yes, but not forcing a situation to be extended at their discretion. Few things were left to their discretion, outside of how they chose to dispatch of an enemy. Forcing herself to choose a path not already laid out for her was agony.

“They’ll torture you for information,” Gunner replied. His voice was just above her. He had stood as well.

“I was trained for that,” she said, taking one last sweep over the crowd.

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There she is!! Thank you so much for doing this! You are too good to us!! ❤❤❤

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BUCKSHOT & WOLFSBANE by: @poe-tato-dameron

In the summer of 1977, just shy of his final year at Hogwarts, Remus Lupin fell in love with a muggle. How he even came to know this muggle was quite the tale itself: she’d shot him.

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June 02 in Music History

1608 FP of Monteverdi's "L'Idropica" Lost, Montua.

1614 Birth of composer Benjamin Rogers.

1713 FP of Handel's "Silla" London.

1715 Birth of composer Herman-François Delange.

1751 Birth of composer Antoni Weinert.

1771 FP of Salieri's "Armida"

1785 Death of German composer Gottfried August Homilius.

1802 FP of Baker's "The Caffres, or Buried Alove" Covent Garden, London.

1806 Birth of composer Isaac Strauss.

1807 Birth of composer Robert Führer.

1819 Birth of bass Jules-Bernard Belval in La Fere Aisne. 

1828 Birth of American composer James Cutler Dunn Parker. 

1830 Birth of composer Olivier Metra.

1831 Birth of composer Jan G Palm, Curaçao.

1834 Birth of Bohemian soprano Teresa Stolz in Kosteletz.

1835 Birth of pianist and conductor Nicolas Rubinstein. 1855 FP of Auber's "Jenny Bell" Paris.

1857 Birth of English composer and conductor Sir Edward William Elgar.

1863 Birth of Austrian composer and conductor Felix Weingartner.

1864 Birth of German composer August von Othegraven in Cologne. 

1876 Birth of composer Hakon Borresen.

1883 Death of German mezzo-soprano Hedwig Reicher-Kindermann. 

1884 Birth of Finnish soprano Hanna Granfelt in Sakkola. 

1886 Birth of German bass Karl Braun in Meisenheim. 

1888 Birth of Russian soprano Ellena Katulskaya in Odessa. 

1891 FP of Fibich's "Smir Tantaluv" Prague.

1891 Birth of composer Ernst Kunz.

1900 Birth of Welsh composer David Wynne.

1908 FP of Mascagni's "Isabeau" 

1909 Birth of German mezzo-soprano Martha Rohs in Saarbruecken. 

1909 Birth of British composer Robin Orr in Brechin, Scotland.

1915 Birth of German baritone Josef Metternich nr. Cologne. 

1927 Birth of conductor  Andre Vandernoot.

1929 Birth of Canadian tenor Alan Crofoot in East York, Ontario. 

1929 Birth of Belgian composer and conductor Frédéric Devreese.

1929 Birth of Canadian-Argentine pianist, conductor and composer Alcides Lanza in Rosario.

1930 Death of Italian baritone Angelo Scandiani. 

1935 Birth of American composer Samuel Jones in Mississippi. 1937 Death of French organist and composer Louis Vierne.

1937 FP of first and second acts of Alban Berg's opera Lulu at the Stadtstheater in Zürich. 

1938 FP of Giannini's "The Scarlet Letter" 

1938 Amy Beach begins work on her Piano Trio based on her earlier works at the MacDowell Colony in Peterborough, NH.  1939 Death of Spanish composer, violinist, and conductor Enrique Arbos.

1940 Birth of Spanish tenor Eduardo Gimenez in Barcelona. 

1944 Birth of American composer Marvin Hamlisch. 1946 Birth of Danish soprano Inge Nielsen in Holboeke. 

1947 Birth of English conductor Mark Elder. 1949 Birth of American tenor Neil Shicoff in Brooklyn, NY. 

1953 FP Sir William Walton's Coronation Te Deum, Composed for the coronation of 27-year-old Queen Elizabeth II, in London. 

1953 FP of Sir Arthur Bliss' Processional in London.

1953 FP of Alberto Ginastera's Variaciones Concertantes in Buenos Aires. 

1954 FP of Leroy Anderson's Bugler's Holiday with Anderson conducting at a Decca recording session in NYC. 

1955 Birth of British composer Stephen Watson in Chester, England.

1955 Birth of French pianist Michel Dalberto.

1956 Birth of American composer Jeffrey Quick.

1956 Birth of Chinese composer Pei Lu.

1968 Death of Canadian pianist Andre Mathieu in Montreal, Quebec. 

1983 FP of H. W. Henze's opera The English Cat at the Schlosstheater in Schwetzingen, Germany.

1987 Death of Spanish guitarist Andres Segovia at age 94. 

2004 Death of Bulgarian bass Nicolai Ghiaurov.

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Chapter Five Rational Fears

"I'm just glad you're here," he finished with a sigh.

He continued to stare resolutely away from her, that was until he felt her gently take hold of his hand again. In awe, he watched her fingers interlace with his. Her grip was strong and solid, even though her hand was so much smaller. Everything about it simply fascinated him.

And when he finally managed to turn to her again, the look in her eyes made his pain vanish.

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Buckshot and Wolfsbane A Marauder Era Fanfiction

In the summer of 1977, just shy of his final year at Hogwarts, Remus Lupin fell in love with a muggle. How he even came to know this muggle was quite the tale itself.

She’d shot him.

During the full moon in the month of June, Isabeau “Bo” Dunn heard strange noises outside her family’s farm. Upon investigating, she discovered what she thought was a wolf, and took her father’s shotgun to the creature when it tried to attack. Then the sun rose, and the wolf was very much not a wolf anymore. In sheer panic over the possibility of murdering someone, Bo didn’t even consider the impossible event she had just witnessed and instead focused on keeping the stranger alive. 

And that was that. They spoke to one another, they laughed, and hardly spent a day apart over the summer. He’d found someone willing to accept him without a second thought, and she’d found an inquisitive spirit that her small hometown sorely lacked. 

But his world was on the brink of war, and no one was safe. Not a wizard, not a werewolf, and certainly not the woman who loved him. 

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Chapter Four Growing Pains

They sat there for a moment, silent. Remus was painfully aware that Isabeau's hand was still on his knee, warm to the touch. She did that a lot, he realized. Gentle, friendly touches, things that reminded him that she was indeed there and not some figment of his imagination. He didn't know if she did it for his benefit, or if that's just how she was as a person, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

"What does it feel like?" she asked quietly, her gaze remaining on the blanket.

He sighed. "Like something wants out."

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In the summer of 1977, just shy of his final year at Hogwarts, Remus Lupin fell in love with a muggle. How he even came to know this muggle was quite the tale itself.

She’d shot him.

Chapter One An Introduction to Werewolves

The stranger was still staring at her, one arm barely keeping her jacket in place, the other still very much bleeding. He was trembling and pale, and looked ready to fall over with the slightest breeze. 

And Isabeau did not know what to say to him.

What does one say to a naked, bleeding man covering up his nethers with their jacket?

She decided to start with the basics.

“Um…hi.”

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Chapter Two Questions of the Awkward Variety

There were those blue eyes again, attached to that head of sandy brown hair. Remus Lupin was standing there in the library with her, holding her book, eyes wide as saucers. A red tinge began to crawl up his neck and into his cheeks, while Isabeau felt all the color leave hers.

He chanced a look at the book separating them.

Never Cry Wolf by Farley Mowat.

The instant his eyes met hers again, Isabeau tore the book from his grasp, nearly tripping as she bent down to pick up the others.

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Chapter Three Interview with a Werewolf

He watched her briefly – not transfixed just…well he didn't bloody well know what he was at this point – when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a picture in the living room – his mother and father on their wedding day to be exact – which normally he wouldn't have given a second thought to. But with Isabeau mumbling about the rain again beside him, Remus became painfully aware that moving pictures were, in fact, not considered normal in the muggle world.

While Isabeau was distracted with drying herself, Remus took the opportunity to sneak away and quietly flip the picture down.

He then did so with four others in view.

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On the second of June 1977, Isabeau Dunn shot her future husband, Remus Lupin. Of course, at the time, she was not aware that she was indeed shooting her husband-to-be, or that she was even interacting with a human being. It was the night of the full moon, after all, and a werewolf is hardly the chatting sort.

Opening lines to Buckshot and Wolfsbane

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Isabeau + 🤬

My baby girl will shout FUCK when she sees anyone who mildly inconveniences her. Actually, pretty sure Sirius thinks his name is Fuck.

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“ you’re always apologizing. ” for remus x bo!

Remus was late that afternoon, which was not entirely unusual. The full moon had been just two days prior, and the poor boy still needed his sleep. Isabeau could remember mornings after shearing the sheep when her body couldn’t be bothered to move at all, and she certainly hadn’t turned into a werewolf. 

Eventually, she heard the sound of his footfalls in the grass and smiled to herself, keeping her eyes closed. That was until she felt a weight against her ankles and the sound of Remus panicking. 

She opened her eyes to him falling in the grass beside her, having tripped over her legs. 

“Remus!” she shouted, sitting up and reaching for him. 

Red-faced and properly embarrassed, Remus stood up promptly, dusting himself off and looking around the area. Fortunately, the were just in one of the grazing fields, the off season one, so not even the sheep had been witness to his incident. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” he stammered, mouth twitching rapidly between a frown and smile. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Well, of course you didn’t,” Isabeau said, standing. “You just couldn’t see me in the grass. No harm done.”

He smiled at her briefly, but didn’t meet her gaze. 

Isabeau sighed. “You’re always apologizing.”

“I’m so-”

She pushed a finger to his lips before he could finish. 

“Stop that.”

Waiting until she was certain he wouldn’t try apologizing again, Isabeau slowly released him. Remus had taken on a more somber mood, sighing heavily. 

“When you grow up like I did, always on the move, it’s hard to get friends,” he said quietly. “And when by some miracle you do, you want to hold onto them no matter what.

“The idea of losing the others because I’d angered them somehow terrified me. It still does. So, I’m always the first to say sorry.”

She hadn’t expected his explanation to break her heart, but Isabeau was starting to realize that everything about Remus was set to do that.

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“ the pain will always be there. ” Remus x Bo

Isabeau never slept during a full moon anymore. She would find herself wrapped up in a blanket, watching that cursed thing as it slowly passed across the night sky, willing it to disappear faster than it could.

Her ears were trained for the telltale sound of a wolf’s howl, even when he had the Wolfsbane potion. The concoction was so volatile, so easily ruined, that his chances of coming through the transformation as himself were lower than any of them liked. It was how they met the first time, a bad batch. And she could not help but wonder if he’d run into someone less likely to miss...

The loud whoosh of a successful apparition into her home roused Isabeau from sleep. She saw Sirius standing in the kitchen, amidst flying papers that had been disturbed upon his entrance, holding onto a pale and sickly Remus. He half-dragged his friend out of the room, quickly guiding him to the bathroom, knowing the layout of her home all too well. 

Isabeau jumped up to join them, never mind the pain in her bones from sleeping at the window, but Sirius put up a hand to stop her.

“Give him time,” he said quietly, shutting the door and escorting her back to the living room. 

She hated when Sirius was this way. She wanted him to make a crude joke or scare her with a bit of magic as he was fond of doing. Instead, he was somber, glancing at the bathroom on occasion as if waiting for it to catch fire. 

“Bad night?” she asked, watching the door as well. 

“And then some,” Sirius replied, rubbing his temple. It was bleeding. “Nothing we couldn’t handle, but...”

“But what, Sirius?”

He sighed, leveling his gaze on her. “It’s getting harder to keep him here, Bo. People are starting to notice. We can’t obliviate every muggle in the area.”

She bit her lip. This had been a discussion she’d had with Remus before. He wasn’t used to staying somewhere for long periods of time, and always knew a move was on the horizon. To have her abandon her childhood home, he wouldn’t have her do that, but she wouldn’t have him alone either. 

His hand rested on her shoulder. “Take care of him.”

“Always.”

Isabeau had moved on to the bedroom by the time Remus reappeared. Some of the color had returned to his face, but he was no less haggard. He was aging right before her eyes, and it hurt her every time. 

As he had so many times before, Remus crawled onto their bed, burying his face in her abdomen as Isabeau pulled the covers over him. She felt his arms wrap around her and heard a shaking sigh escape, his body going still. 

Isabeau ran a hand through his sandy hair, taking a moment to check him for injury. More often than not, scuffles involved him hurting the other Marauders, but sometimes he took hits too, but not that night it seemed. 

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” she asked before she could stop herself. After confirming he was a werewolf, Isabeau hadn’t bothered him much on the subject. It had always felt like that one thing she needed to leave alone. 

“Every time,” he whispered. She didn’t think he had the strength for much more than that. “There’s no way to stop it. There’s not getting used to it. The pain will always be there.”

He fell asleep not long after, her fingers rubbing circles into his back. Even under his shirt, she could feel the bumps of his old scars. How had he coped before, she wondered. She couldn’t stand the thought of him being alone while in such pain and misery. How could he have kept going after all of that? 

Her Remus was far stronger than he gave himself credit for. 

“Then so will I,” she whispered back to him.

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Isabeau & Remus + Love Ship questions

1. Who said “I love you” first?

I’d say Isabeau. Although I feel Remus loved her long before she ever said it, he was probably too scared to. They had a good thing going and he didn’t want to lose that. 

2. What are their primary love languages?

Physical touch and words of affirmation

3. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

How often are they together? When they’re in a room together, they’re usually touching each other in some way. Cuddle time is all the time, and Isabeau loves starting PDA. She likes to kiss him randomly when they’re out, because he’s stunned every time.

4. What are their favorite things to do together?

They like to read to one another and fly on his broom together.

5. Who’s better at comforting the other?

Oh, Isabeau, obviously. Poor Remus needs constant comfort, and she’s there to give him that. All that werewolf angst, you know?

6. Who’s more protective?

I think Remus, although it’s a close race. But obviously with the war and his knowledge of all these things that could harm Isabeau, Remus does a lot to make sure she is safe. She’s a muggle in a world not made for her after all. 

7. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

I think physical. They could just sit there, holding each other quietly and be content for hours.

8. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, because duh. Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, The Unclouded Day by Audra Mae (not so much for the lyrics, but the feel of the song is very much them). 

9. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

I think that Isabeau tries any and all dog/wolf related nicknames at some point, though nothing really sticks. And Remus played around with call her Bo Peep  because her family owns sheep. I don’t think they have any pet names though.

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🎬 for Bo!

Picture if you will a scene which proves that while magic is nice and fancy and all, Death Eaters at not as fast as Bo’s trigger finger. 

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Flipped spoilers: Bo physically fights Dumbledore for custody of Harry

If she could get away with it, she'd suplex his ancient ass into the dirt.

That said, it wouldn't look very good at the adoption hearing.