INFORMATION:
Character: Alastor Moody
Faceclaim: Joe Manganiello
World: Harry Potter
Verse: Marauders Era
Trigger Warnings: Smut, Death, War
Authorās Notes: Ā A song prompt/oneshot written for an old RP.
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I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain, the only thing thatās real
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting
Flashes of light rushed past Moodyās head as his agile body twisted to deflect the blast. The rush around him, the commotion of others entirely overwhelming. Throwing up defensive spells and flinging out counter curses were second nature to him now, and not just because of his work in the ministry. Ever since he and Albus had started the Order of the Pheonix, the world became a hell of a lot more gruesome.
Working the Orderās missions took him deeper into the rebellion than heād ever thought heād go. When the red tape is lifted and all bets were off, you saw the ugly side of evil front and center. Images of pain and turmoil, of injured women and children, of Death Eaterās wretched actions burned into your brain so profoundly and your own actions to protect the muggles and civilians so horrible, there was no way to ever cleanse your soul. No hope for retribution. Ā
When the firefight was done, the enemy having retreated from a lone Auror who dared face off against them- there was nothing left but the smoke and ashes. The landscape before him utterly barren, except for one shape. Laying haphazard across the ground, casting shadows against the light of the moon. With a rush, Alastor sunk to his knees beside the body, taking a moment to steel himself away before rolling it overā¦.
Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything
What have I become, my sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away, in the end
Lifeless eyes met his own, the white haze that arrived only when death had turned a body cold clouded what was once such a brilliant blue. A sob choked out of him, pain filling his chest and blinding him to his surroundings. To anything other than the young man who lay dead beside him. Moody had failed his mission, failed to protect the innocent muggle-born wizard who had been captured.
Blood streaked his pale face, the skin brutalized to a level that made him almost unrecognizable. Heād been tasked to find him, to save himā¦.and instead, heād failed. The Death Eaterās doing more to his body than what was required of standard Rebellion Questioning. More than spells had been used, his fingernails missing, cuts and bruises distorting his features, ugly words etched into him marring skinā¦The choking intensified until it became a scream, echoing through the night, deafening to his own ears.
Clinging the boyās body to himself so tightly, Alastor could no longer feel a thing. So numb to his own pain, he didnāt hear the crack that rang out against the void around him. He didnāt see Kingsley take the boy from his arms and disappear, didnāt feel Minervaās dainty figure as she wrapped him in a soft embrace. Not until the world shifted in a blur and his eyes opened to his safe house. The one separate from the Orderās Head Quarters, the one few knew about at allā¦
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt
I will let you down, I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liarās chair
When the fog thick in his mind lifted, and he realized who had brought him home, his heart threatened to break all over again. He couldnāt let her see him like this, he tried to walk away, to run and hide like the coward he had become. A man didnāt break in front of another, especially not in front of her. Pain tore through him, cut deep into his soul as he stumbled backward, only for Minerva to follow him, to hold him in place. Trapping him on the spot, stuck between how he felt and how he should act.
āThere are no walls here, Alastor.ā Her voice was grave, heavy with the weight of the war, of what theyād seen. Closing his eyes, he tried to will it all away, to change the course of events that brought them to this moment. āHow did you find me?ā He finally asked. His voice so unlike his own. Ruined, not broken. āI will always find you.ā The words a promise, a vowā¦and he didnāt doubt them, but that scared him even moreā¦
āI canāt do this anymoreā
And by this, he meant so much more than the fight against the Dark Lord. He couldnāt do this, with her, he couldnāt love her. He could lose her. The way she looked at him, with warriors eyes along with the gravity of their situation weighing so hard on him, he feared he may fall and never get back up again. āI knowā she replied, and the Auror knew that she understood all of it. Understood why heād never committed himself to her in the way a couple should. Because Minerva felt the same, and thatās why they worked. āI will not love you either, Alastor.ā Her reply to his unspoken thoughts solidified their link furtherā¦the truth was, they were both lying- it was too late.
Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear
You are someone else, I am still right here
Without another word, like she knew what he needed like she always did, her hands tugged his face down to her level. Soft lips pressed against him in a hard surge, as if she was giving him permission to let go, to release the pain and take it out of her willing body. Alastor wasted no time, he clicked his fingers and her robes had vanished, leaving behind the supply body of his greatest love. His own, tooā¦ and suddenly, primal need took over. His primary instinct was to bury himself in what she was offering himā¦and god help him, he would.
When their bodies met once more, it was with intense force. His large hands slid down her sides and locked on her thighs, picking her up and cradling that petite form against his chest. Minervaās legs wrapped around his torso, heels digging into his lower back as he surged forward, not stopping until her back hit the wall and hard. His cock was already hard, immediately awoken by her courage and it was the work of a moment for him to find home; deep inside her.
Her screams replaced the sound that still rang in his ears, a different kind of white noise as his hips thrust against her own. Fucking her with a kind of raw desire that no woman had ever been able to elicit from him before. Fingers locked tight in his hair as she begged him to move harder, faster, deeperā¦and he so willingly obliged. Her sex tight around him as he moved.
If I could start again, a million miles away
I would keep myself, I would find a way
When they orgasmed, it was together. The kind that rocked the ship, that made them blind to the world afterward. Their skin slick from the exertion, breathing ragged as he gazed at her, still deep inside. The connection was what he needed the most, she was what grounded him to this earth, what kept him alive on the harshest of nights. He needed her in the way fire needed oxygen to stabilize and gain ground.
āStayā¦ā she whispered, almost pleading as she bit her lower lip. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed pink from their efforts and in that moment, he loved her even more. He was still hard inside her and with legs still wrapped around him, Alastor moved from the wall leaving behind a crack on its surfaceā¦not stopping until legs hit the bed and he collapsed on top of it, on top of her, before he began to move once more. Hips rocking between her own, taking the wild beauty with long and slow strokes. A deeper desire to pour his h e a r t into her, rather than the pain of his mind.
And as she moaned, the sound breathed life into his chest. Nails raking down his back, leaving deep red marks that bled into his soul. The stain of who they were something he hoped would never be removed. Lips locked onto her own, and his thick arms moved either side of her head, caging her against him, closing her off to the world, to anything other than the way their bodies moved as oneā¦
If only he could say it, just once. If only he could tell her what she meant to him, how she made him feelā¦if only he could find a way.
