Peter Cushing In The Zombie Horror Movie? Or Maybe This Is Wilhuff Tarkin In The Midst Of The Hunt Somewhere

My exam is in an hour

Wish me luck <33

Oh I feel that omg

Me seeing any dominant men :

"I want to top him"

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.

“Bedtime story” or Sevika is telling about her past

Part 2, completed pages

MASTERLIST

Here you'll find every thing that I've writted !

All my fandoms/rules

Star Wars:

Enric Pryde :

Imagine Pryde catching feelings for his assistant

Dooku :

NSFW alphabet

Imagine Count Dooku being your sugar daddy

Mace Windu :

NSFW ALPHABET (Jedi reader)

Harry Potter:

Alastor Moody:

Imagine Alastor Moody realizing that you have feelings for him (and finally accepting them)

Imagine someone entering the room when you and Alastor are making out

Imagine having a date with Alastor Moody

Moody with a reader who have self doubts leading to bad thoughts

NSFW alphabet

Imagine giving a head to Alastor Moody

SFW alphabet

Imagine telling Alastor Moody that you can't have children

Alastor Moody x reader who have piercings and/or tattoos

Random Alastor Moody NSFW headcanons

Married life with Alastor Moody would include

Imagine Alastor Moody proposing in front of a crowd

Moody's reaction to a drunk, flirty and touchy reader

Lord of the rings/The hobbit:

Saruman :

Imagine Saruman being jealous

The Walking Dead :

Merle :

Fluff relationship headcanons

Spiderman :

Hobie :

Drabble : 3am

What do you think of the headcanon that Mad Eye was a hufflepuff?

Ooooh that is a good question

I think I really like it ! It does make sense.

Mad Eye is usually someone who never shows emotion, who is really closed, who's also bitter and rough. But it's due to all his years as an Auror. But even with that his personality matches Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff traits are :

Loyalty : Moody is a loyal man. The bro went to TWO WAR for a man who is known for keeping things for him. He always stayed loyal tu Dumbledore and to the light side. Even when it literally destroyed his life, and physical and mental health.

Just : I think that justice is the thing that leads him go dedicate his whole life to help ppl

Hard-working : Do I have to explain this part ??

Patience : This one is tough but I think that his patience has decreased with the years

Fairness : The bro is an Auror. That's my fucking point

Some people argue with saying that Moody is a Gryffindor. But the traits are : daring, nerve, chivalry, courage, bravery and determination.

But that's doesn't match at all. He didn't dedicated his life to protect the magic world as an act of chivalry I think. But for helping people. I think his thoughts were utterly towards other people, and not about him bragging to "doing what's good" or looking cool.

So yeah. I love this hc (who's canon for me lol)

she's my wife, for real

Salo out here playing checkers while Ambessa came straight from Game of Thrones LOL

she does look good in Lannister colors…

Obi-Wan, walking into his quarters: Hello, people who do not live here.

Anakin: Hey.

Ahsoka: Hi.

Rex: Hello.

Fives: Hey!

Obi-Wan: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Anakin: We were out of Doritos !