#moody march

[practicecourts]

day 8 Moody March Jily micro has turned into a @jilymicro-oops (ca 1050 words) || Uneasy

Read of Rats and Men on ao3 or under the cut.

Of Rats and Men

Lily did not need a man in her life, never mind what her sister might say and think about the matter.  She had her own place, a nice job, three good friends that made her feel appreciated, respected and loved. So really, what could a man possibly add to all that? For her physical needs she was also well set, the satisfyer pro 2 had never let her down. In fact, ever since she’d gifted it to herself her highs had reached peaks no boyfriend had ever managed.  So, no man needed.  Lily was not afraid to be alone, she also didn’t fear the dark. She didn’t like spiders, but they too provided no need for rescue, nor did a leaking tap. Over the years she’d learned a thing or two about the odd job around the house.

She’d just finished rewatching Pride and Prejudice, which always put her in a good satisfied mood. She wasn't a hater of romance, she just didn't believe in it much, outside of fiction.  Indulging herself, she found the part where Mr Darcy hands Elisabeth into the carriage, and watched it, again and again and again. She relished the tension that seemed to crackle from the screen. All fictional, of course, in real life a touch could never be so loaded.

With a sigh, she got up from the couch, the cold of the night air brushing her bare legs. Then she froze.  A dark something was in her room.  It didn’t move so she didn’t either, she held her breath. She clapped her hand in front of her mouth and her other over her heart that beated as if she was racing instead of standing stock still.

A rat. A rat in her house. She could make out its body, the long tail must be curled around it. Just thinking about its tail made her gag. It wasn’t rational. She might be small, but there was not a rat big enough in the world to really hurt her. That wasn’t the point. It was a bloody rat. With teeth and diseases and wriggly feet and a naked scaly tail and it was in her room.  With a scream she turned, fled through the door and rushed outside. She didn’t feel the cold, all she could think of was that she needed someone to help her. This late the streets were empty, some rooms in the street still had lights on, but before she could decide which doorbell to ring, a man appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, into the beam of the streetlight. 

He was tall, a mop of untamed black curls adding to his towering presence. He wore glasses that gave him a trustworthy look, and the way he moved was all confidence. Lily was so relieved to see someone oozing strength and confidence that she nearly jumped him, without a second thought she grabbed him by his arm.  “You’ve got to help me, there’s a rat in my house. Please, can you get rid of it for me?” she said with hardly a pause between her words, and then she was pulling him along. At first he didn’t move, he just opened and closed his mouth.

She never gave him a chance to say anything before she tugged at his arm again and said, “Please, help me. It’s in my living room and I can’t go to bed because I’m too scared to walk past it. I'll get you a broom or something, but can you please, please just come and chase it away?”

Rigidly the man started to move alongside her and once inside she pushed him into her living room, grabbed a broom from the cupboard and handed it to him. She pointed to where the rat still sat and whispered, “There, it’s right there. It hasn’t moved. Please can you kill it?” To his credit the man nodded in understanding and carefully took the broom out of her hands. He shrugged off his coat and loosened his tie as he stepped into her living room. Lily stared at his back, forgetting about the rat for a moment because he looked rather good in his perfectly fitted shirt. She wondered if he had just come from some kind of fancy dinner, when he started to shake. 

She frowned. Was he afraid? The man stepped closer to the rat, poked with the stick end of the broom and proceeded to lift something from the floor.  “I think you’re safe to come in now,” he said, and she could hear the laughter in his voice. Warily, she stepped closer and peered over his broad shoulder, when he turned around she gasped.  At the broom’s end one of her black espadrilles was dangling in the air.  Right now would she'd give anything to be able to scroll back in time, to before she had grabbed a stranger from the street dressed in nothing more than an oversized t-shirt to save her from her footwear. Her sister was right, she was a freak.

Suddenly feeling very uneasy, she tugged at the edge of her shirt, which did exactly nothing, except draw attention to her state of undress. “I'm so, so sorry. You must think I’m a complete lunatic for…well… thinking there was a rat.”   “It's alright,” he said and stepped a little closer. With a solemn face he held out her shoe. “Here, best to face your fears head-on.”  Lily stared at him and when she saw his lips twitch began to giggle uncontrollably; she simply couldn't stop herself.

Her cheeks still burned with embarrassment, but she was now doubled over laughing with a complete stranger in her room.

Feeling still foolish but somewhat better she took her shoe, and her fingers brushed his hand. She looked into his eyes, still crinkling from laughing but she knew he felt the same shift in the air around them. The room was full with something like anticipation. She held her breath, not sure what was going on, not sure what it was she was waiting for. 

He ruffled his hair and cleared his throat. Then he stuck out his hand.

“Hi, my name's James, and if it’s not too forward of me, I would like to give you my number. Just so you can call me in case you need help, erm,  should you find the other one," he pointed at the shoe that was pressed against her chest, "scurrying around.”

Lily took his hand, “Hi, I’m Lily, and I’d like that very much.”

It was never wrong to reconsider the things you thought you could well do without, such as rats and men, after all.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Diamond

@jegulus-microfic March 30 Word count 992

Previous part First part

Peter cowered in the middle of the cell. James and Sirius stood in front of him, glaring down at the pitiful man. 

Evan had put a block on Peters's magic while he’d been unconscious so he couldn’t transform into his animagus form. 

Sirius twirled Peters's wand in his hand, looking eerily like Regulus. Peter didn’t stand a chance. 

They’d decided, in case anything went wrong, that it was best if only the two of them were seen by Peter. Remus was supposed to be with the werewolves. Regulus, the Rosier twins and Barty were supposed to support Voldemort. If Peter somehow wormed his way out of this, he could potentially ruin everything they had so far accomplished and put them all in danger.  

“James, please!” Peter begged from the ground. “I was scared. I didn’t know what I was doing.” James clenched his jaw. Peter was lying to him. He caught the back of Sirius’s robes to stop him from leaping on Peter. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing, Peter when you got me to reveal that Sirius was still alive. You took me out to lunch and wheedled it out of me, and then you went straight to your master and spilled your guts. How could you betray me? How could you betray Sirius?” He was spitting by the end of his tirade.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The Dark Lord he—he threatened my life if I didn’t do as he said.” Peter was crying now. Fat tears dripped down his face and turned the stones beneath him black.

“And Sirius would die if Voldemort decides to send someone after him because of the information you fed him.” He had to stop as his voice began to feel thick. 

“We were your brothers, Peter! We would have done anything for you! We would have died for you. You could have come to us if you were scared. But you know what? I don’t think you were sacred. I don’t think he did threaten you. I think you went to him yourself. You always were a little rat.” Sirius pounced, his hands curling into claws as he attacked the screaming Peter. 

James dragged his friend off the quivering mess on the floor. 

“Sirius, calm down. We need to find out what he knows.” James whispered harshly into Sirius’s ear. Sirius growled and spat on the floor beside Peter. 

“Then, let’s hurry up and do it, James. I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from turning into Padfoot and using my teeth.” Sirius gnashed his teeth together as though Padfoot was already trying to break through. James ran a calming hand down Sirius’s back, and his friend immediately unpuffed his chest and backed away from Peter a step. 

“Come on then, Peter. What else have you told Voldemort?” James’s voice was cold. He’d never been betrayed like this before. Even Regulus had never hidden his intention to join the Death Eaters, though, with Regulus, it was because his mother had given him no other choice. Peter had had many options, and he still chose Voldemort. 

“N-n-nothing. I haven’t told him anything else.” Peter whimpered. 

“Liar,” Sirius snarled. His eyes twitched as he stared at Peter. It took James a second to realise Sirius was performing legimency on Peter. 

After a few minutes, Sirius turned away and strode out of the cell. James conjured heavy manacles and chained Peter to the wall. He found Sirius curled up in Remus’s lap. He looked up when James walked in. His eyes were dull. The usual diamond gleam and sparkle that resided there had been ripped away by whatever he’d seen inside Peter’s head. 

“He told them everything.” He croaked. “Everything we’ve ever said about our assignments, everything from the meetings.” He let out a sob. “James, he was planning to help death eaters get into your parent’s house.” James felt the blood drain from his face and Regulus’s arms wrapping around him. 

“How—how far along was his plan?” He choked out, looking back at the door he’d just come through. 

“Not very. He hadn’t even mentioned it to Voldemort yet. I think they’re safe.” Sirius still looked panicked. They were his parents as much as James’s. 

“Anything else?” James asked, not sure if he wanted to hear anymore. 

“I was right. He joined them voluntarily.” James felt any loyalty he felt for Peter slip away. That man wasn’t his friend, and he couldn’t believe he’d ever trusted him. 

“What do you want to do?” Regulus asked, holding him close. James bit back the pain. He’d deal with it later. 

“We need to give him to Moody and make sure he knows he can’t make a deal with him.” 

It took some juggling, but they eventually managed to get Peter to one of the Order safe houses, and Moody appeared moments later, wand raised. 

“What are you doing here without permission?” He barked, still not lowering his wand. 

“We caught your spy. You’re welcome.” Sirius growled at him. 

“That wasn’t the plan, Black.” They were glaring at each other. 

“Yeah, well. He was planning on killing the Potters, among other things. He went to Voldemort and asked to join them. It’s time he was caught.” Moody didn’t argue. Effie and Monty Potter were loved by all, and even the grizzled Alastor Moody didn’t want to see anything bad happen to them. 

“Fine, I’ll get the rest of the information out of him and find somewhere to keep him.” He grabbed Peter’s shoulder and began shoving him further into the house. 

“No deals, Mad-Eye.” James’s tone was a warning. Moody scrutinised James from head to toe and snorted through his nose. 

“Fine, no deals.” 

James and Sirius went to the Potters house, needing to see they were safe and hug them. James had a quick conversation with Regulus, explaining what had happened between them and Moody, and then he was in Effie’s arms. 

Final part

[nicholask-la]

From March, 2023

[kit-williams]

Mjod wench

@moodymisty I blame you

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

tw: harrassment? she kinda likes it? dubcon? I don't know

You stank of mjod that had spilt on you but you hardly had time to change... as it was a celebration and the king of the russ had demanded a drink for everyone involved... and then he said another round... then another... and it's devolved from that. Like it always does as you were drinking as much water as you could to keep the fumes of the mjod from killing you.

"By the ancestors fuck me." You muttered as you pull your top off wringing it of the excess mjod. You couldn't work with it soaking through your robes... your sports bra was fine right? You grabbed another tray as someone gave you a weird look and you just shouted. "Top got soaked just grab me a new one."

You rush past tables as you dance past hands trying to grab off of your tray but you slap a hand that missed a tray and grabbed a handful of your breast instead. You ignored it at first until there was the ass grabbing. You move a little bit faster as you can't say you don't dislike the touching and the hands... it just must be that time of the month that.

You finally slide the tray of mjod onto the table before one tankard tips back and once again you're soaked. You shut your eyes and hold your breath as the stuff is poisonous to you. You feel hands on you as your moved you feel your face being dried. "Don't open your eyes yet lass." You whimper out a confirmation as you feel so very done with tonight's festivities.

Your sports bra is soaked as your tits are erect from the cold mjod against them maybe you could say your tears are just mjod as your braided hair is soaked. You hear a sucking noise like someone is sucking fluid through a cloth and then you feel the tug on your hair as which ever wolf is holding you is drinking the mjod out of your hair.

Broad tongue strokes move over your breasts and your eyes nearly snap open till a hand grabs your chin and another growl, "Remember lass eyes closed? Wouldn't want your pretty eyes going blind?" He growls before pushing against your cheek and moaning, "Such fat tits... oh lassy your the poor thing that got soaked earlier... a repeated incident too..."

"Yes she is the poor unlucky sod... maybe you need a small break... there's plenty of serfs serving... when did you get off?" The first voice says.

"In... in half an hour... I think." You tell him how long you were scheduled to for tonight.

"That was five minutes ago." The third at the table says quietly and you feel a heaviness in your throat.

"Then we get to play without consequences." The one holding you says darkly as the one licking your breasts snaps the soaked sports bra before his mouth latches to your tits licking up the mjod on your skin.

You jump at the hot breath suddenly under your skirt... there were only three wolves at the table... which means the quiet one. You whimper as the one holding you growls happily, "Oh we're going to have fun tonight lassie."

[silly-cheese-rat]

Pinder (& co) doodles from a few months ago

[thefutilevisions]

jo march aesthetic

[moodyhaaze]

i desperately miss color guard. i miss the feeling of being on the football fields and the crowds. i miss the feeling of nailing a new toss and finally committing to memory a new routine. i miss the bus rides and the traveling.

i practice with my equipment and learn routines just to perform them to a captive audience of cats and that’s as far as it goes. i mean, i still love practicing but i wish i could do more with what i’ve taught myself since leaving high school.

i wish so badly that there was an independent guard close enough to me that i could join.

[arachnidiots]

“so this janet girl…”

“janet sucks!” her head pokes out from her room, “we HATE janet!” there’s a huff, but her head has already disappeared out of view. she’s never been happier than this moment in all honesty— packing up her self described ‘semi shit-hole room’.

there’s still glass all over the floor and its in complete disarray from the events of the month before, but packing is good. packing means they’re finally getting out of the motel and moving somewhere real, with a mailbox. it’s not home. she’s not sure any place will quite ever be home, but at least she won’t have to stare at a portrait of a creepy dog hung up across from her bed at the motel. progress.

from within the room holly continues, “you never answered my question. how much would it cost?” she’s entirely unserious, although her tone doesn’t indicate that in the slightest. “you don’t have to do anything crazy to her, just scare her a little or something.” pausing with a record album in hand, she runs her hand over the unopened plastic packaging. it’s a rod stewart album, one that she doesn’t recall ever getting. “i can pay by the way! i have savings, y’know.” she drops the album in one of the emptier boxes.

@detmarch sent ✍️ + holly march to try my hand at writing as them !

[cherrylacroix]

museum with friends

[calinameloda]

March of the Tropes

Day 23: Exes

"You look well." "I look like shit."

Paglth'an is the first time she sees Aymeric since she rejected his proposal the night before the Ghimlyt Dark. Her time on the First turned her into someone harder, almost unrecognizable, but one look told her all she needed to know: her feelings hadn't diminished in the slightest.

[practicecourts]

Day 2 Infatuated on ao3 || ~ 200 words || @jilymicrofics

Infatuated: Marked by foolish or unreasoning fondness

Sirius is the first to notice it. James makes a mistake. Lily recovers their near failure, because if there’s one student who can salvage a potion from an accidental overdose of Trickle-seed it’s Evans. That’s nothing noteworthy, the fact she does it without scolding her inattentive partner, is.

Remus catches on at the same time Camilla does. They watch Lily stare out of the window, vaguely in the direction of the Quidditch pitch during Ancient Runes. Her parchment remains empty, apart from some vague doodles that look like the letters P and J.

Penelope is next. For as long as she has known her dormmate, she’s never cared to understand the rules and tactics that make Quidditch the brilliant sport it is. Today, as they watch the Gryffindor captain deftly pass the Quaffle to Penelope’s younger brother who scores, she patiently explains the Robertson’s maneuver for the fourth time that day.

To absolutely no one's surprise, the two Head Students spend the next Hogsmeade weekend together in the Three Broomsticks, though neither will call it a date. There’s no need, everyone knows.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Mountain

@jegulus-microfic March 22 Word count 854

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James was fretting. It couldn’t be a good thing that both Black parents were at Grimmauld Place. He worried when Regulus was at Death Eater meetings as Voldemort was liberal with his use of the Cruciatus curse when his followers displeased him, but at least Regulus had a house to go to and didn’t have to keep up the facade for long. But with Orion and Walburga, he would always have to be on guard. Then there was also the selfish side that James tried not to think about too much. With Lord and Lady Black in residence, Regulus would never be able to slip away and see him, and James had gotten used to seeing him on a regular basis, what with all their adventures and Thestral meetings. 

Sirius, on the other hand, was trying to convince himself that everything was absolutely fine because if he didn’t, he was going to end up breaking the door down of number 12 and yank his boyfriend and his brother out.

For now, though, James had to calm himself as they had an order meeting. No one else in the order knew about their true mission apart from Dumbledore and Mad-Eye. 

Most of the Order was already sitting at the long table of whoever’s house they were using. James knew better than to ask. He and Sirius took their seats and chattered with the members they were friendly with. Frank and his new wife Alice sat quietly, whispering to each other and by the blush that kept creeping across Frank's cheeks, James didn’t want to disturb them. Mary had no such qualms. 

“Oi, Alice, stop telling Frank what you’re going to do to him after the meeting and say hello.” It was Alice’s turn to blush. 

“Sorry, honeymoon period.” She giggled sweetly. “How is everyone?”

James had to grit his jaw as Peter greeted him, chatting happily about his promotion within the Ministry. Sirius kept a tight hold of his arm under the table to keep him from ripping Pettigrew apart. They had to keep that secret. They’d deal with him in the end. 

Lily wandered in just as Mary finished telling everybody about the disastrous cake she’d tried to make.

“Nearly burnt the flat down. I don’t know how Mum does it.”

James slipped her a note as she settled herself into her seat. He didn’t think anyone had seen as they were still enraptured in Mary’s description of the insanely fit fireman who turned up after she panicked and forgot she was a witch.

“Right, can we get started then?” Mad-Eye grunted, stopping all talk of the way the fireman’s biceps stretched his t-shirt so much that Mary was surprised it didn’t just rip apart. “So, I’ve gathered you all here because—” He was interrupted by Marlene banging the door off the wall as she entered late.

“You’ve got exactly 20 minutes of my time, Mad-Eye. Dorcas is waiting for me, and she’s said she’ll start without me if I’m not back on time.” James watched as Alastor Moody closed his eye and took a few deep breaths before he confronted Marlene. 

“McKinnon, you’re late. Sit down and listen up.” His growling words were barely audible, but everyone in the room heard them. Marlene hurried over to Mary and took her place around the table. “Right as I was saying.” He glared at Marlene, who wasn’t embarrassed in the least. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a spy.” The room went silent. 

Dumbledore had already told him they needed to alert the others that there was a spy. They needed the other members to be more careful with what information they told whom and more secretive with where they were talking. Dumbledore didn’t want to reveal that they knew it was Peter, but he wanted to limit what true information he was able to glean from the others. 

James watched as Peter squirmed in his seat. He wanted so badly to just out him now and let the order have at him. But he knew how much Dumbledore wanted to use him. It made his blood boil.

Moody had a list of new rules that had to be followed in the letter. They were now under strict instructions not to tell even other order members what any of their assignments involved. “Now get out,” Moody ordered once the meeting was over. “I’ve got a mountain of paperwork to get through, and you’re all keeping me from it."  

“I wish we could go to Evan’s.”James huffed at Sirius once they’d left the meeting, “I need Barty to describe his plan on how to deal with Peter.” The bubbling anger was still just beneath the surface, and he was having trouble keeping it in. If Sirius had had his dog ears at that moment, they would have perked up. He suddenly apparated, leaving James standing alone in the alleyway entrance. 

A few moments later, Sirius’s dog patronus appeared. It opened its mouth, and Sirius’s voice called out. “Come on, loser, we’re waiting.” James felt the smile spread across his face as he apparated to Rosier House.       

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It's 8pm and it's pitch black

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