Curiosity Kills

Arthur Weasley. DILF-Dad you'd like to Friend. For just pennies a day you can mind your own business

[arthurlovesmolly]

mollymotherofweasels​:

“Nothing,” she says, when she knows he can see right through that, and even though she is always of the opinion to be honest, she can’t help but say the thing her mother always said to her father when her mind was drifting in places she did not want him to go.

But Molly finds herself wanting to bring Arthur with her along the journey of her mind. She hopes it doesn’t scare him. 

“You’re with me too,” she replies gently. “Yes. We’re together. That sounds…sounds brilliant, doesn’t it?” Molly’s spine begins to tingle when Arthur inadvertently puts pressure there, and she adds moments like this to the list of things she would always be grateful for but could never fully explain.

“I think we’ll have a garden. And a great big house. And I’ll study Herbology and gnomes and you can read me poetry under the stars.” Her mind begins to wander. “We could have a huge library, full of books on everything, and every morning I’ll read you a chapter of a book before you go to work. I’d imagine you’d be a very good wandmaker, Mr. Weasley,” she giggles, knowing it would be true. He was always very particular about everything, and very easily experimented with everything they learned together. She could see it. “Rival Ollivander, I think.” 

He laughs, ignoring the surge of panic that shoots through his stomach at the thought of undertaking something like that for the rest of his life.

“I dunno know about that, but erm, I like all the other stuff. It almost sounds like you’re proposing, Miss Prewett. Thought that was supposed to be my ob, I mean I’ve got a plan for it and-”

Arthur stops, the tips of his ears burning as he audibly snaps his mouth shut. 

“Erm, nevermind.” He raises his eyebrows at Molly and lets out a nervous giggle before turning back around in his chair and staring uselessly at the words on the parchment in front of him.

“So....gnomes?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

alice-in-aurorland​:

“Maaaybe leave the cooking to Molly?”

“Well, its the wash, but er, that sort of proves you point even more.”

He extinguishes the fire with a wave of his wand and crosses around the counter to give Alice a quick hug.

“Taking a break from your Very Important Aurorly duties to come see us simple folk? I have several ginger criminals out back if you’re interested.” He gestures towards the window that overlooks the back garden where the three older boys are chasing the chickens.

“How are you?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

frank-cj-longbottom​:

”Oi, it’s not that bad!” Frank replies defensively, “Go ask Cleona if you want nice handwriting.” He sticks out his tongue at Arthur.

“And you should really eat more, Arthur,” he continues, rummaging through his bag to find the chocolate frog he’d stashed for later. He does a quick scan of their surroundings before sliding it over. “And don’t tell me I sound like my mum, not eating’s bad for the brain.” 

“I wasn’t gonna say you sound like your mum, I was gonna say you sound like my mum.” Arthur grins and undoes the wrapping on the frog, catching it after its first jump and shoving the full thing in his mouth.

“Bit morbid, innit? Eating fake alive frogs?” 

Arthur scratches the side of his neck and writes down some of Frank’s essay.

“Wanna remind me why I took potions this year?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

mollymotherofweasels​:

She laughs at his posture. Or lack thereof. 

“Ten minutes,” she relents. “And no more.”

Molly hands over her parchment willingly and absent-mindedly curls a rogue Arthur hair behind his ear. As she watches him look at her notes, she finds herself drifting into what she liked to call Future Land, where her mind could wander and she could think about the things she and Arthur hadn’t yet discussed, the things they were far too young to discuss (or so her mother told her). 

She thought of marrying Arthur Weasley, despite what her mother might say. And what would be wrong with that? He made her happy. She’s convinced she’s not smiled this much ever in her life. No one ever held her like he did. No one ever tried, to be fair, so the competition was lacking. But the prospect of giving up Arthur Weasley for someone whose last name her mother would approve of sent a heavy feeling into her chest. 

“Arthur,” Molly asks, leaning her head against her hand. “What do you want to do after Hogwarts?”

“Nap.” He says instantly, looking back up at her and grinning. His grin slides off his face when he notices the serious little wrinkle between her eyes.

“Hey.”

Arthur sets Molly’s parchment down next to his and takes both of her hands in his own, twisted 3/4 of the way around in his chair. 

“What’s up? Talk to me. But it better not cut into my ten minutes.”

He laughs and then meets her eyes, heat coloring his cheeks.

“Erm...well, I haven’t thought too much about ‘what’ I’m doing but I kind of...I dunno. You’re there with me. Is that okay?”

[benvcliomontague]

arthur weasley || father and head of misuse of muggle artifacts 

                His smile was one of those rare smiles     that you may come across four or five times in life.             It seem to understand you and believe in you    just as you would love to be understood and believed in.“

@arthurlovesmolly

[arthurlovesmolly]

frank-cj-longbottom​:

Frank watches the wad as it flies by and then scoots the essay over with a laugh. “Anytime, mate.” After all Arthur’d done for him in their first couple of years, he could copy all he liked as far as Frank was concerned. 

“Hey if you need some help, we could talk it over and I could quiz you down at dinner? We’ve been holed up in here pretty much all day. Did you even have lunch?” 

“Pfft, what’s lunch? I haven’t had lunch since I was....however old I was yesterday.” He laughs, squinting at Frank’s notes.

“Darling dear-quick question.” Arthur dramatically, turning Frank’s paper back to his with a dramatic flourish.

“How the bloody hell do you read ANY of this?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

mollymotherofweasels​:

Molly smiles. “Not this time. You paid attention in class, didn’t you? I saw your eyes on the board at least once.”

But without speaking, she slides her parchment over to him, covertly trying to look the other way. She pushes away some hair on Arthur’s head.

“Fine, but you only get ten minutes,” she playfully whispers in his ear.

“I shouldn’t have taken history of magic as an OWL.” He moans, smiling and leaning into Molly’s touch.

“Only ten minutes? Please, Molls, be merciful. Aren’t I being pathetic enough?” 

He tilts his head back so he’s looking at her fully, upside down.

“Aren’t I being cute enough?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

Wonder Of You || Molthur

[arthurlovesmolly]

mollymotherofweasels‌:

Molly’s eyes widen with excitement as she sees the balloon eclipsing the horizon with such splendor she isn’t sure whether or not it’s real. But it has to be. 

“Arthur Weasley,” she breathes, squeezing his hand. “You’re…wow.”

As they approach the balloon, Molly is continuously blown away by what she’s seeing. How Muggles are able to construct their own magic never ceases to amaze her, even after all these years of being married to the biggest Muggle nerd that has walked the Wizarding World. It’s a balloon with a gorgeous floral pattern that is colored like her boys’ hair, with a flame equally as bright. The tightly-woven basket attached at the bottom has a complete dinner set within it, complete with a bottle of wine in an ice bucket, and two dinner sets.

“Madam,” says a man that seemingly comes out of nowhere. He’s wearing a suit, and offers his hand to Molly to help her into the basket. Expectantly looking at Arthur for approval, she gets into the basket without issue, seating herself opposite her husband.

“Dinner will be ready shortly,” the man says, vanishing again.

“Arthur,” Molly says after a few silent minutes of awe. “Where did you find this? How…this in incredible.”

He chuckles, reaching for her hand under the table-a habit he still hasn’t broken from their school days.

“Called in a favor-made a few phone calls on the telephone, it was really quite something but I’ll spare you the details.”

Try nearly twenty, it took him three calls to realize he didn’t have to shout. He’d recruited one of the muggleborn interns to help him figure out how to pay-since he didn’t have a credit card (whatever the bloody hell that was) he’d popped over a few days ago and very carefully counted out the money he’d needed, they’d certainly thought he was odd, but it didn’t matter; not when Molly’s smiling back at him like that.

“Given how shit I am at flying, I thought this might be a good way to get off the ground together.”

Arthur grabs the bottle of wine and covertly taps the side of the bottle with his wand, before catching himself and picking up the muggle contraption and mimicking what he thinks one is supposed to do before pouring them two glasses. 

“You like it, yeah? I dunno, Molls. I’m not you know, the best at talking about how I feel about you but...”

He smiles at her, raising his glass.“You deserve this and more. To you, my love.”

[frank-cj-longbottom-phoenix-dea]

Concentration efforts | open

“Please leave me out of your brilliant plan, I’ve forms to fill in.”

“I’m not going to be tempted this time.”

[arthurlovesmolly]

“Frankie, Dinner is hardly a brilliant plan.”

“Come on, mate. I’ll buy. You can bring your forms and I’ll talk at you and we can pretend like it’s a conversation.”

[arthurlovesmolly]

Library-6th Year-1966

“Oi!” He whispers, throwing a wadding up ball of paper and missing spectacularly.

“Can I please look at your essay? I promise I won’t copy it I just...” He laughs. “I have no bloody clue what any of this means.”

[phoenixscrapbook]

Class of 1967

Top Row:  Amelia Bones, Arthur Weasley, Cleona O’Dempsey

Bottom Row: Frank Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Molly Prewett

[xenolovegood]

Hole || Xeno & Athur

[arthurlovesmolly]

xenolovegood‌:

“America was amazing, full of like minded Wizards,” he remarks with a smile.

He led Arthur towards the hole and pointed down at a piece of rusted metal that was protruding up out of the dirt. Crossing his arms he faced Arthur with a smile. 

“The trip was amazing and I have loads of fresh idea’s. Thinking he starting a magazine full of amazing facts and some research from other wizards that I met on my journey. That is why it took so long, as there were so many interesting people and idea’s,” he states excitedly. 

“Anyway back to the hole. I got this seed from a guy in Brazil who said I had to dig about 4 ft down for it grow nicely, weird plant with amazing flowers,” he smiles fondly remembering the bright flora he saw. “Got about 3 ft down and hit this. What do you think it is?” 

“A...magazine. Huh.” Arthur’s mind fills with questions about logistics, funding and content, but the prospects of each are more and more terrifying. He nods awkwardly, hating that he can feel his own inability to say the right thing in his smile. 

“That’ll be interesting. You’ll have to send me a copy.”

He pictures a night with Molly, getting tossed after the kids go to bed, and exchanging dramatic readings. For the time being however, he cracks his knuckles and bends to examine the metal sheet, squinting because he left his glasses in the house.

“Er...it’s most certainly metal.”

Arthur gives it an experimental tug and it barely budges.

“Give me a hand?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

Attempts || Open

[arthurlovesmolly]

alastorismoody‌:

“NO!” He dashed towards the stove, wand out. “Merlin… fuck! Help me, will yeh? It looks like to explode!” 

“Al, calm down, it’s just the wash.”

Still he gets out of his friend’s way, standing on his tiptoes to try to look into the pot.

“You pop round for a reason other than to save my knickers from imminent doom?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

Charlie’s Bitten Finger || Arthur and Ted

[arthurlovesmolly]

tptonks‌:

Ted listens carefully as Arthur speaks, reading some of the backtracking that is happening in his voice. His brain stacks everything up that he’s said and thinks of the best way to approach Charlie. “No need for the apologies– I appreciate that getting information isn’t like pulling teeth.” 

He leans down again so that he’s eye and eye with Charlie again, who’s finished his fudge fly. Ted looks him in the eye before speaking. “So, Mr. Weasley, Have you ever heard of Babbity Rabbity?” Charlie nods enthusiastically. “Would you be able to help me, then? I have never heard the story of Babbity Rabbity, and would love to know what happens to her– would you mind telling me?”

He leans quickly over to Arthur. “This is going to s-t-i-n-g, but it will be quick.”

As Charlie excitedly tells Ted about Babbity’s cackling stump, Ted walks over to the cabinet, grabbing some gauze, a small cleansing potion and his wand. Ted asks several leading questions as Charlie talks, sitting so that the bite is right in front of him. “Now Charlie–” Ted interrupts him gently. “Do you know how to count to three?” 

Yes.” 

“Can you count to three for me and squeeze your dad’s hand really tight? I have to use some magic to make you feel better.” Charlie suddenly looks a bit fearful. “Trust me, it will only last for a second and I think I might have some more fudge flies in my pocket.” He counts down with Charlie, moving quickly to pour the potion into the wound and wipe it clean– he tries to move with efficiency, spelling the skin to begin it’s closing process, finishing it with even more gauze. 

“Well, Mr. Weasley, I think you might’ve survived.” 

“Merlin, I see why they say you’re the best.” Arthur says, throwing Ted a smile before bending down at Charlie’s level. His son had used his full strength but hadn’t cried at all-far less traumatic than even his last check up had been.

“You alright there, Mr. Weasley?” Arthur says to Charlie, grinning back when Charlie gives him a watery smile.

“Looks like you’re alright.”

“Think so.”

Arthur musses his hair. 

“You think so? Do you think you should thank Auror Tonks?”

Charlie nods and looks past his father.

“Thank you.”

Arthur glances at Ted too as he stands back up, still holding Charlie’s hand.

“Erm, was there a reason it looked like that? Is it something we need to be worried about or watch in the future?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

Wonder Of You || Molthur

[arthurlovesmolly]

mollymotherofweasels‌:

Something familiar and youthful rises up in her. She married Arthur partially because she was attractive to him, but it’s in these moments that Molly Weasley is reminded of days long past - before the boys, even before the Burrow - where they took midnight adventures through Hogwarts to discover one another under the cloak of moonlight.

As she kisses him, she puts a bookmark in a conversation she wants to have later where she asks Arthur if there are still parts of the Burrow where they haven’t had sex, and is hoping that he’s creative enough to think of a place.

“Mmmm.”

Their sons groan, and Arthur has never spoken a truer statement.

“Lads. Thank you ever so much for your opinions, however, your mum and I don’t care.”

As she reaches down to say goodbye to their sons, she’s still holding one hand to the small of Arthur’s back as if there’s a possibility that he’ll fall over if she lets go. As Lily takes the kids, Molly and Arthur make their way to the front of their home.

She reaches for his hand.

“Ready when you are, Mr. Weasley.”

“Excellent.”

He summons cloaks for them both and helps her into hers as they make their way into the yard.

“Don’t let go, yeah?”

Molly’s fingers laced in his always feels so right. With a final wave to the boys he can see in the windows.

Arthur’s feet leave the ground and his stomach lurches like it always does when he apparates, but he catches Molly’s eye as they fly through the air, landing solidly on his feet and catching her out of the air in a kiss. 

“We’ve got a bit of a walk, but I couldn’t resist.”

He takes her hand again and sets off, leading Molly towards the muggle village.

“So erm, I’ve been doing a bit research-stick with me, don’t fall asleep yet.” He chuckles, swinging her arm with their linked hands.

“Muggles-you know, they don’t have brooms or floo or anything like that so they’ve invented different types of machines that help them fly and get places faster. And the coolest, I think is, well-”

He nods at the hot air balloon as it comes into view, cresting over the hill.

“Well, the second coolest, the first is called a blimp but they don’t quite let you rent those out so-”

He grins at her.

“They’ll let us eat dinner up there when we’re still tethered down, and after they’ll get someone up there with us and they’ll fly us around.”

Arthur glances from the rainbow colored balloon back to his wife, nervous suddenly.

“What’d you think?”

[amelie-lejuste]

Open Starter

[arthurlovesmolly]

amelie-lejuste‌:

“Perhaps they think that diplomacy is overrated– Moody’s gt the brawn to convince them.” She downs a large portion of her soda, burping quietly into the back of her hand. “Though I’m pretty sure Crouch is also terrified of women.” 

She laces her fingers together nervously. “Yeah– I mean, the higher you are the more change you have control over, right? It’s not about the being in charge stuff as much as it is about getting shit done. Having an impenetrable pocket that no amount of blood money can get through.”

“How terribly boring if he is. You ever met his wife? I’ve seen her from a distance at a few things but we’re hardly social. He called me Bernard once, not to brag.”

“No amount of blood money, eh? Who’d you think is taking that now?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

Attempts || Open

“Erm...this probably shouldn’t be popping like that huh?”