Silco Is Definitely A Better Dad Than Mine But The Difference Between Him And My Dad Is That I Would

Tonks: Does he look like a killer to you?

Moody: Everyone looks like a killer to me. It’s a job requirement.

Tonks: Do I look like a killer to you?

Moody: Yes, you kill my patience.

hey so uhhh, could you write some fluff Mad Eye x wolfstar's daughter, age gap but she's not a minor, if it's not a problem of course😊😊

Heyyy

It's been a while and I kinda drifted from the original ask (maybe too much lmao).

But I'll probably make a part two to this !

Sooo, I hope you'll still enjoy.

You are the adoptive child of Remus. You were a troubled teen that he met and get attached to. He didn't planned to become a father figure at 30, but he did. And he was pretty good at it, always listening and caring.

When Sirius came back in his life, you welcomed him into yours very quickly. You three became a happy little family, even if you weren't a teen anymore.

And you met Moody quickly after meeting Sirius. Then order has been formed again and you insisted on being a part of it, even if your father(s) weren't thrilled about it. You were an adult, and a brilliant wizard/witch who could use their numerous talent to help the order.

The first time you met Alastor, he wasn't thrilled to see you there, thinking that you were too weak and that you could only weakened Remus.

But you were resilient and brave. You're clever, often helping them with interesting points of view when they were making plans. And having studied to become a healer, you were always a great help.

He started to get more and more interested in you. In you witty sense of humour, your kindness, your bravery but also your devotion in helping people. You weren't the weak and shy "kid" he thought you were.

(Yes, at first he got the habit of calling you kid, even if you were a grown adult. And quickly, you made him stop. He respected the way you stood up for yourself.)

But obviously, he stayed away from you. He wasn't one for making friends, or being nice towards people. And obviously, you didn't care at all. You often found yourself laughing with him, and quietly helping with his leg when he needed it. Often he found potions on his nightstand for the pain of his leg, or in his muscles. You two had this sort of friendship, a quiet and mostly unspoken one.

For a few months, Alastor and you didn't even realize your own feelings. He was older then you, even older than your dads, and you were at war. Not an ideal time to flirt. And so, you only realized your feelings when, at the battle of the Potters, you saved his life. He still got hurt, but he was alive. He tried to get out of your fussing about his wounds, but one good scream was all he needed to shut his mouth and let you tend to him. You two were silent, him not even looking and you and you focused on keeping his alive and painless. Until you spoke.

" You could've died. You almost died."

"But I didn't.", he answered

"Because I saved your goddamned life!" , you shouted back.

We both got awfully quiet as you finished your duty. As you got up to leave, you felt his hand on my wrist, stopping me.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You smiled softly at the use of your name in this specific tone. It was warm, and had an hint of something you did not totally understood. But in his mouth it sounded good, it sounded right. Turning your head, you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter when you looked him in the eyes.

"You're welcome, Alastor.."

His hand slowly drifted from my wrist, to my palm and held my hand for a few seconds before letting it go. He then mumbled something about me leaving him alone, needing his old body to rest. You chuckled and left the room, only to find yourself longing for his warm touch again. And that's the exact moment you realised. You are in love with Alastor Moody.

Your dads were going to kill you.

Fuck

I think I have autism

Too Good to Be True

“Mad-Eye” Moody was lying in bed, his body fully relaxed, same as his mind. His only eye leisurely wandered the walls of the room, dimly lit by the light of a new day breaking through the curtains, while his thoughts drifted further. He wondered if all this could turn out to be just a dream? After all, can a person feel so happy outside of a dream? And if this wasn’t a dream, how on Earth then did he deserve to draw such a lucky ticket?

He ran his hand over the creased sheets on the other side of the bed and smiled, listening to the quiet splashing of water coming from the bathroom.

He no longer felt lonely. Since the moment he met her, she had never let him feel lonely again. She accepted him with all his scars and rough edges, with all his oddities and weird traits, and - as she insisted - with numerous virtues. Although Moody thought she was exaggerating, he chose not to dissuade her. The tenderness her eyes emitted as she listed his strong points, trying to prove there were plenty of reasons to love him, disarmed him. If she wanted to consider him a hero, so be it.

The door creaked open, and a neat silhouette of a woman appeared in the semi-darkness. She seemed even more slender in his large shirt that she borrowed. The old Auror’s heart raced. Still a little rumpled after sleep, with crumpled curls carelessly sticking out of the mane of her hair, she didn’t need to look flawless for him to consider her a goddess.

She gave him a gentle smile, so familiar, intended only for him, and he returned it gratefully. They needed no words to tell how much they loved each other - their looks, gestures and touches spoke for them.

With a soft fluttering of affection spreading in his chest, Moody watched her approach the window. She drew the curtains open to let some light in, and, leaning on the windowsill, as she usually did, took a moment to look out on the street.

When she turned around, her face lit up with a wide smile.

“How’s the weather?” he stretched out his hand, inviting her back into his embrace. “Seems fine.”

“It’s perfect!”

With a playful smirk she stepped over his wooden leg - only Merlin knows how it ended up in that corner after the previous night - and returned to bed. She crawled under the blanket, and sank into the hold of a man. He stroked her shoulder, that was left uncovered, and pulled the blanket up, squeezing her tighter. She snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and absorbing the warmth of his body. She had never known a safer place than the grasp of his strong arms.

“I feel so good with you, Alastor,” she whispered.

It would never stop astounding him, how it had happened, but he knew she meant it.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he whispered back, planting a kiss on her forehead.

She looked up at him. Without that magical eye his features seemed so much softer. She reached out to caress his face, streaked with cobwebs of wrinkles and scars, but still attractive to her eyes, and he caught his breath at the tenderness of her touch. She was proud to have the privilege of seeing him in a plain and honest way - caring, delicate, sensitive. The warmth of his glance wrenched something inside of her - every time - and she felt the urge to assure him how much he was needed, how much he was loved - over and over again. She smiled fondly and leaned closer. Her lips covered his with sincerity and devotion, and he responded eagerly, just as tender, savoring her taste, her warmth, her love.

The longer it lasted, the more they needed. The sparks of passion twirling in intermingled flows of their hot breathing kept flaring with growing intensity.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit the window with a loud clatter. They both flinched.

“So, the weather’s perfect?” Moody rasped suspiciously, displeased it made them break apart.

“It is,” she grinned, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Perfect for staying in bed the whole day!” She rolled over onto her back, drawing him along.

He laughed, doing justice to her successful attempt to outwit him.

“And what do we do then?” quite aware of her answer, he asked suggestively, looming over her.

Her arms wrapped around his nape, she pulled him closer, forcing him to press her to bed with the weight of his body. “Proceed with what we started last night?”

“I thought we left no unfinished business,” he whispered teasingly into her ear, slowly covering her neck with soft kisses, and she let out a sigh of enjoyment.

Fingers tangled into his hair, she held him close, guiding him up to face her. “You sure?”

“Well, I guess, there might be a few more different ways to do this,” he mumbled into her mouth before their lips merged together.

His grip tightened, and she gasped in desperate anticipation.

If this was a dream, “Mad-Eye” Moody wished he would never wake up.

Friends or more? Sentence Starters

aka “sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?” type of things

(send a name and a sentence)

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

“We always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too.”

“Your lips are getting really close to mine.”

“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

“No, go on the Ferris Wheel with me, not them.”

“You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.”

“Why is your hand on my ass?”

“Cuddle with me.”

“I just kissed your forehead, chill.”

“Shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”

“Are you trying to turn me on?”

“Let’s hang out, but I’ll pay for everything, and we can go to this fancy restaurant– No, not a date.”

“Okay, I guess this is a date, actually.”

“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”

“I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits, but I do want something more, I just can’t figure out what.”

“When did you get so beautiful?”

“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”

“No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”

“I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, alright?  It’s a… Terrifying… Rom-com… ….. .”

“Why’d you let go of me?”

“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.”

“I kissed you because we were drunk.”

“I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Could you not talk to him/her, please?  I think they’re trying to date you.”

“I wish we could stay like this forever…”

“I had this dream where we were dating.”

“I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”

“Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?”

“No, I can’t hang out, I’m on a date and you know that.” 

“Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.”

“Just remember, he/she’s not the one who taught you how to kiss.”

“It’s weird how we’ve been friends for so long, but never went through that ‘crushing’ phase.”

“Maybe I want to kiss you because it’s cold and about to be cuddle season.”

“I say this a lot, but, look, they’re not good enough for you.”

“You’re always wrapping your arms around me in lines.”

“I was listening to that love song, and you came to mind.  Weird, right?”

“You know this voucher only works for couples, right?”

“Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re blushing so hard, all I did was say “I love you” in French.”

“I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.”

“Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that…”

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”

“We would make a pretty good couple.”

“The date didn’t go well.  Yeah, she/he didn’t like how I kept mentioning all of our adventures.”

“How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”

“Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”

Random Alastor Moody NSFW headcanons

I tried a different format (something more chill and kinda funny)

Lmk if you liked it !

!I don't own HP and don't support jkr the terf!

Infos : afab reader, smut and fluff

Warnings: smut: MINORS DENIED

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- so tender. Like really omg would be so gentle with you that you'll cry

- veeeery vocal. This man can't help himself but groaning and moaning during the act. He was shy about until you told him how much you liked it

- doesn't really likes lingerie. Of course you're breathtaking in it, but he prefers when you're totally naked (or naked with one of his shirts)

- about that! Would go totally FERAL if he discovers that you're naked under your clothes. Won't be able to hold his desire long, so be prepared sweetie

- also : this man is your poor victim when you decide to dirty talk and/or tease. He's just at your mercy (be kind, he deserves it)

- PLEASE PRAISE THIS MAN. He'll never admit it out loud but omg he just loves when you tell him how good he is and how good he makes you feel.

- would eat you for hours if you asked. Eat it like a pro fr ! Would be so classy about it ? Not messy at all just a perfect thong choreography ? Alastor "cunt eater" Moody fr

That last picture is just um...Sevika having cute chubby cheeks thats all (go check twitter)

Finally painted + These Assholes +

Arcane main characters' order in a coffee shop

I used to be a barista and had to stop bc of my studies, so here's my impression of what these Arcane characters would order in a coffee shop. (Tell me if you'd like this with other fandom/characters !)

And yes, I used to judge people on what they'll order lol

Jinx : a strawberry milkshake with a lot of whipped cream

Vi : a latte bc she's a cool grown up, but regrets it immediately and go ask the barista to put some chocolate syrup inside because it taste like shit (she promise herself that she'll ask for a mocha or just a hot cocoa next time)

Caitlyn : a latte with almond milk and some caramel syrup

Jaycee : a hot cocoa with a lot of whip cream and some caramel on top

Viktor : a cold brew, something to stay up and that won't get cold, since it's already cold, if he forgets it while focusing on his work

Mel : a matcha latte with coconut milk, she has good tastes

Silco : a double ristretto bc he's a psycho and needs some energy to deal with Jinx

Sevika : a long coffee in a large cup (the biggest one) and ask to add 6 expresso shot inside. She'll mix this atrocity with 6 sugar packs and drink it in 2 minutes. She's a menace and knows it.