constant vigilance

I don't care about your bullshit

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Rare and Beautiful// Macmoody

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macmarymac:

His crutch clattered to the floor as she kissed him. It felt better than she remembered. Mary wasn’t certain how that could be but she didn’t question it. Instead, she just kissed him a few moments longer. She had fallen so desperately in love with this person Mary wasn’t even certain who she was before him. 

He pulled away and she stared up at Al. “You were frightened, we all say horrible things when we’re scared. I was no treasure either. I was being selfish and thinking this was only about me. I think I understand now,” She still held herself close to him as she spoke. “I won’t do it, I won’t put my name on that list.”  Mary waited a moment for his reaction hopeful that it would be good. 

“I’ll be a real outlaw.” She pressed one more small kiss onto Moody’s lips. “I’ll help the Order full time.” 

He took her face between his hands, staring at her in astonishment. “I- are you sure, lass?” he asked, uncertain. He’d been about to say he understood her registration was her choice, not his. He never expected...

A smile broke through Alastor’s face. “Mary, you don’t know how happy it makes me to hear that!” He kissed her again, still smiling. Now, at least, she wouldn’t be an easy target for the deatheaters. The ministry he could handle, but the thought of loosing her to one of those extremist freakshows was unthinkable.

“We’ll have to get you a leather jacket or something,” he joked, “Or a particularly dramatic cloak.”

“But you can do what you think is right,” he said, for good measure, “I’m just glad you’re home.” He hugged her to him tightly until he became aware of the doorpost digging into his back and looked down at the fallen crutch. “Er. Darlin’, as much as I love holdin’ on to ya...” he said, nodding to the floor, “If you would.”

[anna-thecourageous]

Open for Business/Open

Anna drank a pint behind the bar, she was off tonight letting one of her other employees close shop tonight. She was here for the live music and to enjoy herself. She finished the pint before making herself another one in a fresh glass and leaving to sit down somewhere. She smiled slightly watching the crowd, it was nice to have her friends here- it seemed the darker wizards stayed away tonight.

[vigilant-moody]

“Anna!” Alastor said, leaning on his crutch not far from where the pubowner had sat down. He had obviously just come in, and looked pleased to see the blonde girl. 

“D’ya mind?” he asked, motioning to the vacant chair next to her. 

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Rare and Beautiful// Macmoody

[vigilant-moody]

macmarymac:

“Pretty shitty if I’m honest,” Mary said with a little laugh. 

“I just…” Mary trailed off form a moment. The distance between them was painful and Mary had waited for as long as she could. “I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry.” She the words came out so fast she was sure Al hardly understood them. Quickly she threw herself against him not worrying about his leg or if the may fall. Mary kissed like the first time. She missed his lips on hers and the feel of his heartbeat.

Alastor caught her with one arm, miraculously managing to stag upright as she threw herself at him. A sigh of relief escaped him right before she kissed him, knocking him back against the doorframe. 

His crutch hit the floor as he raised his other arm to wrap around her, too, pulling her close as he kissed her back.

“You ain’t got nothing to be sorry for, darling,” Alastor said, once they managed to break away from each other, “I was a right bastard to you, I shouldn’t have said any of the shit I did.”

He pulled back to look at her, “I was so scared of loosin’ ya that I ended up almost loosing us. I’m so sorry.”

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cleonaodempsey:

She tilts her head back against his shoulder and smiles just this side of adoringly at him.

“Me too.”

He bends to touch their lips together and she has just closed her eyes into the kiss when a sharp hiss makes them break apart.

Madam Pince stares at the two of them through narrowed eyes from her desk at the end of the stacks. Unimpressed with authority figures in general, particularly pointless ones, and perturbed by the rather pointless interruption, Cleona gently turns Alastor’s face back to hers with a hand on his cheek and, without breaking eye contact with the librarian, properly kisses her boyfriend.

“Five points from Gryffindor, Miss O’Dempsey!” Madam Pince rage-whispers as only a librarian can, her face now a deep shade of puce.

“Worth it,” Cleona mutters against his lips before breaking away to dump their things in her bag and take his hand. 

Alastor, being prefect and therefore expected to be a good example for his fellow students, has to hide his laughter at Cleona’s petty actions as his hastily grabs his own things. 

“You are a menace, O’Dempsey,” he says, as she grabs his hands and his dragging him out of the library. He waves at Madam Pince half apologetically, half sarcastically and she stares after them venomously. 

Once outside, he tugs her towards him, and kisses her properly, just because he can. “I love ya, you mad woman,” he stage whispers, with a smear of her lipstick on his upper lip. He got it for her for her birthday at his sister’s recommendation and it tastes a bit like artificial cherries.

[edgar-j-bones]

Boxing Gloves

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edgar-j-bones:

Edgar jumped when he heard the bag drop.  At least Moody knew better than to try and sneak up on him.  The man nodded quietly.  “Yeah.  Haven’t… punched anything in a while,” he replied, letting out a chuckle at how absurdly stupid those words sounded coming from his mouth.  

“It actually… feels pretty good.”

Alastor nodded, knowing the feeling all too well. “Sometimes you just gotta get it out of yer system, mate,” he comments sympathetically.  

He binds his own hands and throws some punches at his own bag. His balance is still off because of the damn leg, but he clenches his jaw and keeps going. 

“Punching anyone in particular?” he asks semi-casually.

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sirius-mischief-black:

“Then speak to Dumbledore!” Sirius exclaimed. “It seems like the man refuses to give orders at this point.” After a moment of silence between the two, Sirius pushed the paper to the side and picked his own coffee up and before taking a sip he suggested, “Or you could start giving Orders?” 

Originally posted by teacupears

“I have,” Moody snaps back, ”He doesn’t want to risk lives unnecessarily. Says we can’t afford it.” He looks away. “And he’s right. We gotta be smart if we want to win this.” Though he privately feared Albus was so preoccupied with winning the war, he forgot about the smaller battles.

He shot Sirius a sharp glance. “I’ll talk to him again,” he said noncommittally.

[edgar-j-bones]

Boxing Gloves

Edgar was tired.  Edgar was weak.

Edgar was tired of being tired and weak.

That’s what brought him into the gym that evening.  Most of the Aurors had gone home and Edgar needed to feel like he had some sort of control over something.  He set his cane off to the side and walked over to one of the punching bags.  After wrapping his hands, he started punching the inanimate object as if it were the man that tortured him.  He needed to get this out of his system.

[vigilant-moody]

With Mary gone, Alastor had been staying late at the office, not feeling like going to an empty home - no offense to the dogs. It had been another stressful day and he figured releasing some stress by punching shit would help. He was, evidently, not the only one.

Alastor dropped his bag, to signal he was there so he wouldn’t startle Ed, and walked over to the punching bag close to his friend.  

“Good night for some punchin’ aye?”

[macmarymac-blog]

Rare and Beautiful// Macmoody

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macmarymac:

The little cottage that felt like home now was hardly lit as she walked through the door. She tried to enter quietly but Bruiser and Rosie hand other plans. The dogs greeted her cheerfully as if they had no memory of her ever being gone. Kneeling down Mary greeted them both still somber and nervous. Mary knew what would come next and apologize was never easy. The clumping of his crutch had Mary rising to her feet.

“Hi love,” She said in a tone that spoke to what she had come here to do. “how’s your leg?” Mary figured smaller topics were the best place to start. They’d get into the heavier shit soon enough. 

@vigilantmoody

Alastor had not suspected her to come back so soon or, if he was entirely honest with himself, at all. He’d been such a dick to her, after all. He figured she might have realized she deserved so much better than a crippled bastard like him. Yet, here she was, home again, petting the dogs. Alastor swallowed against a lump in his throat. 

 Because he hadn’t expected her he was dressed in ratty sweatpants and an old sweater, crutch underneath his arm.

“Hi,” he managed, before clearing his throat, “Hello darlin’.” He looked down at his leg and back up at her, unsure. “It’s, er, alright. How’ve you been?”

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cleonaodempsey:

In Love at Sixteen || Cleona x Moody Flashback to December 1969

The two of them are sitting in the library studying for the final exams before Christmas. Actually it’s more Alastor studying and Cleona trying to catch his attention with crude doodles in the margins of her Charms notes.

“So the theory behind a nonverbal Levitating Charm is this, yes?” She shoves over his notes to gesture at some random bulletpoint on her own. Right where two stick figures are snogging against her curly script.

Alastor looks at her, unimpressed, and shoves her notes back over and picks up where he left off on his own.

With a heavy sigh, Cleona slumps over onto his shoulder.

“Pleeeeeease, Allie! I can’t take it anymore! You already know all this and I’m just—well, I’ll just wing it like always, but fucking Merlin, can we please leave this godforsaken place?”

@vigilantmoody

‘... will increase the scattered and multi-faceted aspects of this enchantment leading to unpredictable, yet not immediately negative outcomes.’ 

Alastor finishes the sentence in his own charms book before looking up. He’s trying very hard not to smile at the stupid drawing on her notes. “Ah’ve got to get good marks, if I wanna make the auror selection, Cleo,” he says, despite the fact that it’s already quite late and he’d been entertaining the thought of quitting for a while. 

He presses a kiss to her hair. “For fuck’s sake, woman, fine,” he sighs, without bite, “Besides, if I've got to read about the importance of wand safety any more I’ll go batters.” 

He turns to wrap an arm around her, kissing her cheek this time. “Not that I’m not already.”

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sirius-mischief-black:

Sirius sighed loudly. According to the Daily Prophet, that sat on the table in front of him, more people had gone missing in the pass week. He ran his hands over his face before peaking through his fingers at the person across from him. 

“They’re doing a crappy job of searching.”

“There’s just not enough eyes to look everywhere,” Moody sighed, after taking  asip from his coffee, “We were horribly understaffed as it was... With this-” he waved with the newspaper for a second, “We’re in over our heads. Crouch just doesn’t want to admit it.” 

Moody sniffed disapprovingly, “Which is why we need the Order and its members now more than ever. Especially with the Registration Act.”

[vigilant-moody]

Walk and talk | Open

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amelie-lejuste:

“You know I wouldn’t if I didn’t believe the sons of bitches were guilty.” She pulls the files in her hands, opening one and tilting it towards Moody. “Marian Travers. I know a woman is less likely, but I don’t think she’s marked. She’s a Shafiq now, but she’s been married for decades so almost no one is aware of her origins. She’s been incredibly outspoken regarding the Non-Human legislation that’s been circulating, and it turns out she’s the godmother of Joeseph Travers, acclaimed death eater.” She looked at him intently. “I would bet my left arm that she’s feeding him information about what’s happening inside the chamber.”

Moody examines the file while she talks, frowning deeper the more he reads. “These goddamn family ties are going to give me an ulcer some day,” he grumbles, “They’ve always got some cousin or aunt somewhere. Godmother, for fuck’s sake.” 

He looks up at her. “I haven’t heard anything solid, yet, though. I can’t do much based only on family relations, as much as I’d want to.” He slides the file back, “Not that I don’t believe you. Travers has a tendency to speak in favour of accused. Especially if they’re pureblooded.”

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Walk and talk | Open

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edgar-j-bones:

Ed shrugged slowly as he looked over at his closest friend.  “They’re letting me move home next week,” he replied slowly.  “Not without all of the protection and shielding charms.. but my own place again, Al.  No more… feeling misplaced and babysat.”

“Sounds good, mate. Remind me to drop by with all the actual protection and shielding charms.” He nodded, understanding completely. He’d been sick of that two days into his own recovery. “The fam must be happy to have you back.”

[vigilant-moody]

Alastor Moody - July 1978

Yeah well, life’s tough, wear a fucking helmet.

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Walk and talk | Open

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finestfenwick:

“I’m just grateful there’s some to send my way.”

He’s also grateful to his boss, and that he works for someone who resists against the wrong laws while enforcing the right ones. But he doesn’t want to get too mushy on Moody.

“Glasgow? I suppose that’s need to know information.But as long as Knaggs doesn’t bleed all over the papers, they’ll be a great help, thanks.”

He lets out a a soft chuckle at Moody’s last remark, and decides to test his luck just a little bit.

“Are you saying I should borrow something of yours, sir?”

“Watch it,” Moody grumbled, without much bite. Benjy reminded him a little of Mary’s puppy, right in that moment.

“Just get me some results on those cases - I’d like to give Crouch some good news for a change.”

“And just don’t mention toasters around Knaggs, will you?” he added, absently, as he opened the door to his office, at which they’d arrived. “Now, unless there’s anything else?”

[macmarymac-blog]

Cold World//Macmoody

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macmarymac:

“Oh because that isn’t common knowledge!” Mary was seething now. “They’ve already done it to me.”

Bruiser retreated away from the pair now, hiding from the yelling. “Mulciber knows who I am, this registry doesn’t change anything. I’ve been living on borrowed time for years. But I won’t drag you down with me.” It was too late Mary already knew she wouldn’t win this fight. Yet she couldn’t quite give up even now. 

It was only when he pulled away from her that she started crying. 

“I’ll stay with Doe and Sirius tonight.” She said turning her back on him now. They need time to settle, she didn’t want to hear him yell again. 

He closed his eyes when she mentioned Mulciber. It wasn’t that he had forgotten or that he saw her as one of those damn kids that had no idea what they were getting into.. It was just that she was so young. Young and, to him, the kind of breakable that made fine china extra precious.  

“I-” Alastor wanted to apologize, but couldn’t find the words and was left to helplessly watch the tears roll onto and over her face, suddenly stripped of the ability to wipe them with a kiss. 

“That’s -”  probably for the best, he thought, “Yeah. Okay.” 

I’d be honoured to go down with you, is what he wanted to say. But didn’t. That was, a small voice in his head argued, her choice, after all.

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Cold World//Macmoody

[vigilant-moody]

macmarymac:

“I’m not giving anything up that they didn’t already have Al! They know me, they know you took me in.” Mary moved quickly from where she stood to close the space between them. “If you think for one second that my address and name, which they already have, are more important than having someone like you as the head of the auror department you’re delusional.” 

Her voice softened a bit when he spoke next. “I haven’t thought this clearly in years, I know what I’m doing.” Looking him in the eye she took his face in her hands. “You look at me right now Alastor Moody, I hear you, alright? I’m not giving in. Not when life is finally getting good for me. But I also won’t let your need to protect me blind us to what the world needs from us.”

“It’s not the name and address I’m worried about! It’s the big, fat, ‘muggleborn’ stamp right over it!” 

Bruiser whined softly at the distress in his voice, but it didn’t register. “Those deatheater nutcases, do you know what they do to people like you? Because I do! I’m not the one that’s delusional if you think I’m going to give them any sort of chance to do that to you!”

Alastor huffed, pulling his face away from her hands - as much as it pained him, looking at her was more painful right now. 

“No, Mary, you don’t know,” he said, “You’re eighteen, for fuck’s sake! You don’t know these bastards like I do.” He turned again, clenching his teeth to keep from saying more. “But by all means, it’s your life.” 

[macmarymac-blog]

Cold World//Macmoody

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macmarymac:

Looking at him she didn’t speak for a moment just glad that he returned the statement. She held Bruiser tightly who seemed rather fond of the gesture. 

“I’m not giving up Al, I’m trying to be smart.” She called up to him, able to really let it go despite his walking away. “this is the only way for now.” Mary looked at him sternly. “There is more to this war than my life, I’m not even a dot.” 

“And smart is what? Givin’ up and handin’ yerself over without a fight? Belly up?!” Alastor snaps, not quite able to find kinder words, when she keeps insisting on giving up. She can’t. He can’t let her. He can’t loose anyone  like that again.

He turns, jaw clenched. “Don’t. Don’t say that, don’t you dare!” he tells her. Or perhaps pleads with her, is a better definition. “There is no one, not one life tha’s unimportant - especially not yours. Not in this war, not ever! Do you hear me?”