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VOLLY NINE-NINE ( part one )

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unyielding-black:

If there was any child in the world that could convince her to never aspire to dreams of having one of her own, it was – well, 99% of them, really. But Percy Weasley’s particular brand of suffocating neediness was as clear a reminder as any as to why birth control was mankind’s single greatest invention yet. Though she admired Molly’s knack for mixing the constraints of motherhood with the turbulence of a job in the drug business, never losing as so much of an ounce of her grit along the way, Bellatrix felt no impulse to follow her in adopted sister’s footsteps.

Fabian was enough of an infant for her to feel as though she’d dipped her toe into that pool of experience, anyway. Speaking of…

“He’s off discussing the finer points of ‘yeet’ as a modern form of self-expression with whichever one of his twat friends learned how to string more than two syllables together this week,” Bellatrix replied, squinting her eyes at the screen. “So, the mutilation’s on pause until I can lull him into a false sense of security back at the flat. Seven defaults? Oh, that won’t do at all, Molls.”

She rose on her feet, polishing off the rest of her beer with an affectedness that proved that perhaps her mafia princess upbringing wasn’t too far in the past, and gestured over at Molly. “Right. It’s time to remind them who’s got their balls in a vise grip: Molly fuckin’ Prewett. I’ll drive; the tools are in my trunk.” The beer bottle flew into a bewildered Percy’s clumsy grip while she turned over her shoulder to bark at a nearby employee to cover her shift at the bar. “Do me a favor, Percy, and go fill that up with tears. Don’t imagine it’d take you that long.”

He was off Molly’s lap in an instant, disappearing upstairs with another wail. Bellatrix pulled a face at Molly. “He must get that from Arthur.”

“Yeet?” Molly stared blankly at Bellatrix as she tried to wrap her head around the word, shifting Percy in her lap and a frown coming to her face. “The fuck is yeet? That makes no sense whatsoever. If he starts shouting that within ten feet of either of us, do everyone a favor and cut his tongue out, will you?” Her frown turned into a smirk; out of everything she knew about Bellatrix, mutilation of Fabian Prewett was what she thought to be her sister’s favorite hobby. Molly tried to defend him as much as possible -- it was bad for business if there was interfamily fighting -- but if Fabian thought using useless and idiotic slang was a good direction to go in, Molly would simply look the other way.

Lord knew she looked the other way with just about everything else in her life. She wouldn’t survive if she did otherwise.

“I knew I could count on you, Bella.” Molly grinned and finished off her drink, eyebrows raising as Percy caught Bellatrix’s beer bottle and ran off with a cry. She sighed and stood up, taking a few moments to send the rest of her demon children to the flat above the bar before she even thought about leaving.

“You know, I’m starting to think scaring Percy into being a proper Prewett just won’t cut it,” she said slowly, following her out the bar and to the car. “He certainly doesn’t get that soft side from me, but please try not to send my child to an early grave. I’d appreciate it.”

#t: bellatrix #v: mafia #bb&mw #my brother constantly says yeet and it kills me slowly

thegcldenage:

Teacup was set aside, Edgar’s forehead furrowing as he picked at the paint drying on his skin and debated whether or not he was ready to have this conversation. It had been months, certainly, months to deliberate over every lie — months to wonder precisely how much of the past year had been fabricated by his sister and the people she had chosen to align herself with. How much of his time and effort had been put into the Order and a campaign that had been sabotaged from within.

How could he face the knowledge that an entire year had been spent fighting a masked enemy hiding his own family?

“I miss you too,” he found himself agreeing, reaching absently for the paintbrush he’d set aside only minutes ago and dipping it slowly, methodically into an open tin of paint. “Or at least, I miss the you I thought I knew. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to talk to you, Ames?”

He frowned, swirling the brush quietly through the paint, over and over and over again, “I’d be making food to take over to Molly and Arthur or sending an owl to Minerva to check in on how she’s recovering and I’d stop and think to myself that the one person I wanted to make sense of all of this, I couldn’t talk to, because I wasn’t sure how much of her existed anymore.”

A quiet huff left his lips as he stared blankly up at the patches of paint smeared across his bright yellow wall. It seemed childish to him now, a relic of an optimist who’d had the sun stolen out of his sky and now couldn’t bear to see a reminder of it. “Was it worth it? All of the sneaking around and lying to us all. Did you accomplish anything more than we did in the end?”

It was naive of her to feel even a vague semblance of hope when Edgar said he missed her too, but Amelia felt the spark anyway at even the smallest probability that they could get past all of this. The hope, however, died when Edgar continued talking, and despite how much Amelia wanted to protest against everything he said, she knew she had no leverage in this sort of situation. She had been the one playing her brother for well over a year. She had been the one who lied through her teeth whenever Edgar would talk to her about the Order, only half-hardheartedly going along with whatever plots the Order managed to make up. Edgar was well within his right to react however he deemed necessary.

Even if that meant coldly toward her. Amelia had seen her brother act this way before, even though the situation was rare, but it had never been toward her. She had never thought it would be.

“I wanted to talk to you too,” she whispered, avoiding eye contact with him as she made her way to the edge of his sofa and sat down. Everything she’d taught herself on how to behave in confrontations was gone when it came to Edgar. “I just didn’t think you’d want to. Didn’t blame you for that either. You have every right.”

Was it worth it? She’d asked herself that question every day since joining with Janus, and Amelia was never entirely sure. “The Order never went anywhere, Ed. We all just stood there and bickered amongst ourselves while the Death Eaters took more and more of our world for themselves. I -- “ Regulus flashed in her mind, undead and kept locked up, a dirty secret from the rest of the world. Amelia swallowed thickly and picked at a loose thread on her shirt.

“... I don’t know if it was worth it. Not anymore. I’m sorry I betrayed your trust, Edgar. I really am.”

#t: edgar #v: fn #eb&ab #merry christmas kiwi #we went from joy to pain in a matter of seconds : )

wrongedxones-deactivated2019070

the LOST fancast no one asked for: (7/10)

molly weasley as sun-hwa kwon

“Yes, I understand, you idiot — but if you think I’m going to help you destroy our only way off this island, you’re insane! I came here to find my husband so I could bring him home, not so I could save the damn world! She says I’m important. If that’s true, you need me! So, “understand” this… I’m not going anywhere!

@baddestandthebrightest

#c: molly #god i love this!

sleeplessinnottinghill

Practical Magic (1998)

“She put the lime in the coconut, she drank ‘em bot’ up She put the lime in the coconut, she call the doctor, woke ‘I’m up And said “doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?” I said “doctor, to relieve this belly ache”

emmvxnity

@baddestandthebrightest + @thegcldenage + @emmvxnity

#c: sabrina #r: quidditch gals #v: legends

An Ode to Slytherdaddy

Horace Slughorn... How do I begin to explain Horace Slughorn?

Horace Slughorn is flawless.

He has two vials of Felix Felicis and a personal supply cuboard.

I hear his hair’s insured for £10,000.

I hear he does cauldron commercials... in Japan.

His favorite form is the shape of a couch.

One time he met Tom Riddle in his classroom, and he told him he was pretty.

One time he punched me in the face - it was awesome.

@thegcldenage

#secret santa #merry christmas kiwi!#an ode to slytherdaddy #horace slughorn

katiefindlaynews

#mirror: rita skeeter #i'm doing it fuck it

wrongedxones replied to your post: △ (molly - mafia verse) Do you think Bellatrix...

molly prewett owns my life

#wrongedxones #ooc

△ (molly - mafia verse) Do you think Bellatrix would ever betray you?

“I think she’s more likely to betray Fabian before she ever betrays me or Gideon. We’re too close, honestly. We’re family, and I trust her with my life. That, and she knows that if she did betray me I’d go after her--she may have her guns, but I’m no rose just sitting on the throne.”

#c: molly #v: mafia #she'll fight you bella but she loves you #wrongedxones

△ (molly) Would you sacrifice one of your children if it meant ensuring the safety of the Wizarding World?

“The fact that you’d even ask me that question means you know nothing about me. How about I sacrifice you instead? It’ll certainly make my part of the wizarding world happier.”

“Maybe Percy.”

#c: molly #don't mess with her kids #wrongedxones

△ - (amelia) Would you betray Ed if it meant you got to live?

“My actions certainly say otherwise, but no. I don’t think I considered any of this as true betrayal until Ed found out my involvement with Janus. I don’t want to see that expression on his face again.”

#c: amelia #v: fn #meme response #jfc let her l i v e #wrongedxones

brcntides:

Hand outstretched, Sirius caught the sliding glass, nodding in thanks. Taking a sip, he cast a covert glance in the woman’s direction, eyebrows raising in surprise when he recognised her. Fuck. It had been years since he had last seen her - no doubt it was back at Hogwarts. But still, his father - Orion - knew Mr Zabini well, and Sirius had memories, fuzzy from years locked away in the back of his mind, of being thrown together at events, as was quite often the case for the children of the well-to-do.

“I never do.” Not on his own, at least. Drinking always held more appeal when the rest of the lads were present but that hadn’t been the case for a long time now. After all, it was not exactly easy to be constantly coming and going between the wizarding and muggle worlds.

His eyes trailed around the pub once more. Where was Tom? He always turned a blind eye during Sirius’ trips, and Sirius very much doubted the same could be said for…. whatever her name is. “Not to be rude or anything, but where’s ol’ Tom slithered off to?”

She wasn’t sure if she should consider Beanie’s response sad or not, frankly, so Sabrina did what she did best and didn’t consider it at all. Most people who came into pubs to drink alone, she’d found, were already sad as it was, herself included. Not that she’d say anything about that in front of Beanie himself; if she drove a customer away because of her big mouth (again), Tom would definitely fire her.

Sabrina let the silence go on between them for a few moments, taking to wash up a few glasses until Beanie spoke again. She snorted and glanced over at him. “Mate, that’s far from the rudest thing I’ve heard. Tom had to go out, something about making sure Prewett didn’t get caught drunk by the headmaster. Don’t reckon a professor being seen smashed is good for publicity and whatnot, not that it matters anymore.”