Belle

They/them

[ask-meme]

tarot card asks

[goodbyedearfriends-deactivated2]

fool: what’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?

magician: list 3 of your talents

high priestess: do you pay more attention to your heart or your mind?

empress: how dependent are you on others?

emperor: describe your relationship with your father

hierophant: do you value tradition?

lovers: does someone need to share your values for you to pursue a relationship?

chariot: in what situations are you most assertive?

strength: how impulsive are you?

hermit: what are you like when you’re alone?

wheel of fortune: how’s your luck?

justice: do you value fairness over mercy?

hanged man: how do you feel about martyrs?

death: do you like change?

temperance: do you tend to focus on the past, present, or future?

devil: is there anything you’re addicted to?

tower: what do you most want to change about yourself?

star: what religious beliefs do you have?

moon: do you have any recurrent dreams?

sun: do you believe optimism is always good?

judgement: how confident are you in yourself?

world: what do you hope to accomplish before you die?

[moonwane-wolfsbane]

God/Goddess Asks!

[theqveenofthornsarchive]

Anubis: How do you feel about death?

Atum: What are your greatest imperfections?

Bastet: Do you have any cats?

Hathor: What brings you joy?

Horus: What is one thing you’ve had to fight for in your life?

Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld?

Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance?

Thoth: Do you like to read/write?

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done?

Bran: How is your health?

Brighid: Tell us about your relationship with your father.

Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal?

Danu: What is your relationship with your mother?

Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?

Olwen: What is your favorite flower?

Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed?

Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to?

Freya: Have you ever been in love?

Freyr: Do you have any children?

Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person?

Iounn: How old are you?

Loki: What is the best trick you’ve ever pulled on someone?

Odin: What is your family like?

Thor: Would you consider yourself pretty powerful?

Tree: What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it?

Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?

Ares: Are you an easy person to anger?

Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist?

Apollo: Do you play any instruments?

Dionysus: Do you drink?

Hades: Do you have a bad reputation?

Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

Poseidon: Are you a moody person?

Zeus: Are you a confident person?

Jupiter: Would people say that you are intimidating or fairly approachable?

Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die?

Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night?

Mars: Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Minerva: Do you generally give good advice?

Proserpine: Have you ever felt trapped?

Plutus: Do you have a job?

Venus: Have you ever had your heart broken?

Vesta: Do you like being home or do you try to get out whenever you can?

Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?

[bonepriestess]

Pleaaaaase 🖤

[woodsbeyond]

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[belle-thephoenixrp]

thewrong-alice​:

—

Alice had to admit that the moment she saw Frank, she was wondering why she had stayed away for so long. Of course, there was the grief, and the pain that had come with their break up. But, Frank had been a good friend of hers for many years, and she was realising that she potentially had put those years of friendship on the line by avoiding him. It might have felt like it was the easiest way at the time, but it was making it worse now.

“Be careful….” The girl laughed, momentarily forgetting how awkward she was feeling as she stepped into the room, ready to catch his files if they started to fall. “Hi….” She murmured, a little smile on her face. She had missed him.

“Oh…..” Was she surprised? She didn’t know. Maybe part of her had been worried that he would turn her down. But she should have known better. Frank was too kind to do that. “Great…..” That made her feel a lot more at ease now.

“Cool….. “ And now she didn’t really know what to say. “We could head to the pub down the road?”

“Oh, sod it,” he cursed, as the folders slipped to the floor, “Hold on!” Frank crouched to gather them, silently berating himself. He rose back to his feet awkwardly. 

“Uh, yeah, the pub sounds great!” he said, perhaps a little to enthousiastically. The pub was great, though. It was familiar territory. They’d spent many a night there, even before they tried their hand at the dating thing. Either with other aurors or colleagues or by themselves. It’d be nice to be there again. 

As soon as he had the folders sorted, he grabbed his jacket and gestured at the door. “After you.” 

Frank stuck his hands in his pockets as they walked, looking for the rhythm between them and trying to be okay with not finding it immediately. 

“So, er- how’ve you been?” 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

thewrong-alice​:

If she had been at all honest, Alice hadn’t really been feeling herself lately. She’d taken her break up with Frank pretty hard, which had confused her a little, because they hadn’t really been all that serious. But, when she’d really thought about it, and reflected on why, it had become clear that she had been worried about losing Frank altogether. He’d been her friend for so long, and the thought of not having him around hurt. It had meant that since their break up she hadn’t really approached him, apart from what was required at work. She had no idea if he even want to spend time with her outside of work anymore. But Alice knew she was getting too lost in her own head, and she had to make a change.

So, after work one evening she grabbed her denim jacket, and found herself outside of Frank’s office. The girl too a deep breath, before sticking her head around his door. “Oh….. hey Frank….” She murmured, suddenly feeling nervous. She honestly didn’t know what she would say if he said no, or if he asked why she had been avoiding him. “I wondered if you fancied getting a pint or something?” Why did this feel so awkward. Alice groaned internally, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. “You know….. if you aren’t too busy…”

@frank-cj-longbottom​

Frank was having one of those days that was mostly filled with paperwork and frustrating attempts at making sense of witness statements. To say he hadn’t spent some of it aimlessly scrolling through apps on his phone would be a lie. 

He wasn’t beating himself up about it or anything, but he was aware that days like these had been more frequent recently. He hadn’t been feeling wholly himself. It wasn’t without reason - as good as he was at dealing with other people’s troubles, his own were much, much harder. 

To say he was surprised when Alice stuck her head around the door was a bit of an understatement, but it wasn’t an unpleasant surprise. 

“Alice!” he said, rising awkwardly from his chair and nearly knocking over the stack of records in front of him, “Hi!”

He hadn’t seen her in ages and he didn’t blame her for avoiding him and taking her time. In a way he was grateful, because he’d needed time to process. Now, though, he was just happy to see her and the nervous smile on her face. 

“Never too busy for a pint with a friend,” he said, smiling back at her. 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

k-shacklebolt​:

Kingsley’s brow furrowed at the mention of another child.

There was no record of another child. Not then, not now. 

“I suppose there could be a mistake,” Kingsley added, “but there’s no mention of her having another child. I would…I would be wary if that kid is actually theirs, or isn’t…a different part of this. Like if this kid came from another household altogether.”

He shuddered to think of the implications of another child being brought into this monstrosity, but he had to triple-check. He was that kind of guy: couldn’t leave well enough alone, which typically worked well for his career, but sometimes it became obsessive. Not-sleeping-at-night kind of obsessive.

“Oh.” He checked the medical records obtained from a previous arrest of Mrs. Banks, dated four years ago. “Shoplifting. Got into a tussle with the store clerk, based on the looks of it, and almost got away. She was caught on camera and her records were subpoenaed by the court.” Kingsley paused for dramatic effect. “She had a hysterectomy a year prior to the shoplifting charge. Which means that…well, that child might not be hers, but I suppose it depends on the age of the child…look, it’s just better to look into it. I’m probably assuming way too much. But if the child isn’t hers, like I think, then Weasley should probably know. I can look into it, if you want, while you’re looking for Mr. Banks.”

Frank stares at Kingsley for what feels like a small eternity, though it’s probably more like 30 solid seconds. 

“You’re joking, right?” he asks, despite himself. Just in case.

When Kingsley remains quiet, he quietly reaches for the files. “Shit. The girl isn’t theirs. How could we have missed this?” Frank slaps the folder shut. “I’m going to kick this bitch’s arse to jail, I swear to god.” 

The people they put away are usually douchebags, but this is the grimiest Frank has felt in quite a while. Not since the churchyard case. “Yeah, you’re right. You’re definitely right, Weasley should know.” 

His thoughts are running a mile a minute. Why was she with these people? How is the Euphoria involved? Who knows the girl and what do they know about the Banks? 

He knows a good few people he could ask these questions to, but it has to be fast. The court hearing is in a few days and he’ll have to provide evidence. 

He looks up at Kingsley, as he slaps the folder shut. “Shit, man, I hate to ask you this, but I’m going to need you to tell Weasley for me.” That’s not a conversation he even wants to imagine. “I’ve got to get Moody on this, I know he has contacts that’ll know something. You’ll know what I know about the girl as soon as I know it, keep your eyes peeled for a Beagle patronus.” 

Frank makes for the door and pauses, “Thank you, really, Kingsley. I owe you one.” 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

k-shacklebolt​:

“Remind me to get my nametag changed,” Kingsley chuckles. He grabs the files in question and hands them over to Frank gingerly.

“Here are the marriage certificates. Both. Apparently LaBrae and her weren’t married for very long. Fifteen months? Barely enough time to have their son, Charles, and then to divorce. Conveniently, LaBrae died four weeks later. Apparent broom accident.”

Kingsley then brought forth another packet of papers. “Now, Banks came in shortly after. I can only assume to support the grieving widow, which is a lovely sentiment. But he supported her in more ways than one: they got married within six months of LaBrae’s death, and have been married ever since. Six years? Her son must only be…just a kid.”

He rubbed his face in his hands. “And to have his parents suspected of trafficking…Merlin, I can’t even imagine…”

“If this is the breakthrough I’ve been looking for, I’ll buy you a new nametag myself.” Frank reaches for the files eagerly. “Can’t believe you found these on such short notice.” 

“No kiddin’,” he comments absently, as he leaves through the files. “Convenient indeed. Especially since he was a keeper for his house team.” He holds op an old picture of a smiling young man, holding a quaffle in celebration. “How many quidditch players do you know that can’t handle a trans-city flight?” 

“He got a sister too. At least, they found two kids at the bust. It was rough.” Frank shakes his head. “Arthur’s been assigned to their case. He said they already seem pretty traumatized by the whole ordeal, so it’d be nice if they didn’t have to testify. Poor sods.” 

He closes the file. “Thank you, Kingsley. Seriously, this confirms almost all the suspicions I’ve been having about her.” 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

Euphoria | Frank & Kingsley

To say Frank speedwalked through the corridors of the Ministry to get to Kingsley’s office was a bit of an understatement. He was more like the guy in the first modern Star Trek movie barreling through the hallway screaming ‘I can do zat!’. No way Marion Banks had been married to another drug trafficking bastard before this one, without being involved. 

He skid to a stop at his destination and rapped his knuckles over wood. 

“’Sup Shacklebolt, you mad, investigative genius slash potentially my favourite person in the world right now.” 

@k-shacklebolt​ 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

Archive dive | Amos & Frank

It’d been a while since Frank had gone to the archives, but he’d needed some files a couple of days ago and he’d spotted Amos working in the back. He realized he hadn’t really talked to Amos much and had felt a little guilty about that.  So, when lunch had arrived today, he put away his files and took the elevator down again, heading through a familiar path flanked with filing cabinets. He managed to sneeze only twice. 

Frank rapped his knuckles on the door of Amos’ office. “Amos? It’s Frank,” he said, opening the door just a bit, “I’m gonna guess you’ve been in here all day? Wanna go get some air?”

@amosd​ 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

To: Kingsley

Kingsley: Longbottom, you're never going to believe this.

Kingsley: I looked into Mr. Banks' history. Not much there, except that his father had been a part of a street gang years and years back. He went to Azkaban right after Robin was born, but it's a possibility that there's a connection to that gang - the Oxford Oceans. Oceans for short.

Kingsley: and since that didn't get me much of any evidence, I then looked up the wife. Robin wasn't her first husband. Her first husband was a man named Gino LaBrae. Hogwarts grad, significantly older than her. 54 to her 25.

Kingsley: Guess what he's been arrested for?

Kingsley: Euphoria trafficking.

Frank: No way

Frank: No fucking way

Frank: Sorry

Frank: I'm speedwalking to your office RIGHT NOW

[belle-thephoenixrp]

To: Kingsley

Kingsley: Euphoria? Shit, that stuff is nasty.

Kingsley: Yeah, well Mr. Banks has stuff in here from other run-ins with us. Loitering, public indecency. He's even got a restraining order in here from ten years ago...a Miss Daphne Lovegood?

Kingsley: Nothing on her tho, just that she's listed as bailing him out on two of the three indecency charges from two and three years ago.

Frank: Don't I know it, we've already got Banks on 2 muggle deaths related to the Euphoria he was selling them.

Frank: Fuck

Frank: Sorry, I just can't figure out if she's a criminal genius or just unfortunate in her choice of partner. Ugh.

[belle-thephoenixrp]

To: Kingsley

Kingsley: Uhhh yeah several hang on...

Kingsley: drugs to muggles. any specific drugs? muggle love 'em.

Kingsley: also just ran a hit on that banks chick...does she happen to still be married to one robin banks?

Frank: It's the super condensed Euphoria pills. The ones that cause heart failure.

Frank: Yeah, that's the husband! You got something on her?

[belle-thephoenixrp]

To: Kingsley

Frank: Hey Quick Q, do you have any files on magical-to-muggle drug operations?

Frank: As in, magical drugs being sold to muggles

Frank: Also anything on someone called Marion Banks?? Would be v helpful!

[belle-thephoenixrp]

Blame | 4 days after

The hardest part? There was nobody to blame. Frank wondered if that would've made it easier. If either of them had cheated. Maybe if he'd had an anger problem or if she'd hated his mum or- well, lots of things. But there wasn't. Not him, not Alice. They just... broke up.

Frank walked, aimlessly, through the quiet, streetlamp-lit streets and alleys around the apartment block. Something he'd taken to doing a lot in the last few days.

In the end, they simply realized that they hadn't seen each other in a week. Time constraints. Unwillingness to let any resentment come into it, it festering, hurting each other. It was better to just call it off. Stay friends, eventually. Take a break. They both agreed. And yet...

And yet, Frank felt emptier than he had in a long while. Not since- well, that time. It felt almost sacrilegious to compare a break up to... that, but he'd taken such care since then. To surround himself with love and friendship and people and laughter and constant jokes and company and fuck. It sucked.

He felt like an arse, but he also felt bruised. And a little like he didn't deserve it to feel either of those things. It was mutual, after all, and they could still be friends, nothing was irreparably hurt. He felt confused and unwilling to address and feel the emotions toiling inside of him. As much as he was perfectly aware the only way out was through, he couldn't bring himself to open up to those feelings of sadness, of loneliness, of loss. Because he'd lost her in a way, lost them- something that could have been.

He shoved his hands deeper in his pockets. He was just wearing a hoodie, in the brisk early April evening. He deserved it, honestly.

There's nobody to blame. But Frank blamed himself. Maybe if he'd made more time. If he'd put something above his job and his friends, for once. Maybe.

In a moment of angry sadness, he lashed out and kicked at the nearest thing, loudly toppling over a bin. There was a small pang of satisfaction at the loud clang reverberating through the alley and then he felt even more like an arse.

"Should've just cried on the couch with some ice-cream like a normal person," Frank muttered, as he kneeled down and shoved at the trash bag, righting the bin. He sat there, then, on the cold concrete, back against the dingy wall, and cried for the first time since the night itself. Tears that chilled on his cheeks and dripped on to his hoodie. For the first time in years, Frank felt truly, horribly lonely.

[belle-thephoenixrp]

thearthurweasley​:

“Ah right. Fucking hell, mate, this case.” He sighs, picking at his chips. 

“I dunno. Guess its good in a way that they can still get to me-but seriously, if we don’t have to pull Anna-Mary in again, we absolutely shouldn’t. I know I’m repeating myself but….” Arthur blows air out of his cheeks, exasperated. “You’re one of the only ones I trust with cases like this, thank god you got assigned. I swear half the people in your department think removing themselves from empathy is going to fast track them towards a raise.”

“Still pissed that you and I are friends, frankly, makes it easier to be salty when you’re all one nameless, faceless, law enforcement blob.” He smiles half heatedly. “Almost like I myself am lacking cross departmental empathy. Probably going to end up being a lecture from HR.” He’d already been spoken to about his ‘perceived temperament” once-he’d asked the representative if she was familiar how little funding his department got compared to the aurory. When she didn’t he told her that if she wanted to slip him an extra hundred thousand pounds, he would gladly address his attitude problem-he has not gotten spoken to since. 

“Even still, glad you lot are getting those people put away-and if I can help at all beyond this, you bet your arse I’m there.” 

He checks his watch and sighs. “Gotta head back up. You?”

Frank appreciates it, deeply, the way Arthur cares about his cases. About the people they’re trying to help. Yeah they want to put away the bad guys, but what good is that when you still traumatize a little girl? 

“I’ll do everything I can to keep her off the stands,” Frank promises, “Might mean you gotta go on in her stead, but I’ve a feeling you’re good with that.” He smiles crookedly. 

“I wouldn’t even blame you if you hated me on principle,” he agrees, almost thoughtfully, “I’ve my doubts and grievances myself. Hey, maybe I’ll be the one getting the promotion and I’ll change it all around, who knows.” He’ll definitely take some notes from Arthur if it comes to that. 

“Yeah I should probably head back to my desk.” He sighs, as he starts gathering Arthur’s folders back into a neat pile. “Could you get the trays?” 

Frank holds the folders against his chest. “Thank you again, it’s going to be a massive help. I’ll let you know how it goes!” 

With that, he starts making his way back to the aurory. 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

k-shacklebolt​:

Kingsley feels the top of his head as he sits at a table across from Frank. “Ah, yes, the product that retracts hair into your head…that my favorite one, Longbottom. Could do with a bit yourself: you’ve got a bloody mop on there and you’ve got no shame.”

Truthfully, Frank had the kind of hair that people loved to rake their fingers through. There was a strange moment the other week where Kingsley wondered what it would be like. He swallowed that thought and continued raking through paperwork until his eyes crossed each other.

The match is getting intense, and Kingsley sips his beer while he watches super-fans in the corner throwing themselves into each other at the sight of a goal. Drinks get sloshed around and one of the women - who he assumes is being forced to be there by a romantic partner whose vigor for Quidditch does not match the vigor of their relationship - gets up abruptly and walks outside into the cold. 

“Not a problem. I’ve been wanting to go to literally any other building other than the Ministry for days.” Lately, Kingsley feels like he’s been trekking back and forth to the office with little variation. 

“And how’s your workload? Getting time to leave the office for places other than home?”

Frank tugs at the frunt of his hair, cross-eyed. “Yeah, mum keeps telling me I need a hearcut, but I’m kinda digging it. Maybe I’ll go for a man-bun.” He makes a quizzical face at Kingsley, laughing. 

He cheers loudly when the Wasps score another goal and gasps loudly as, unsurprisingly, Fenwick is the first to spot the Snitch and makes a dive for it. The Puddlemere seeker immediately follows and knocks Fenwick out of the way. Frank groans along with the rest of the pub. 

“That’s unfortunate,” he says, only mildly worried, “It’s still early game, though, could go either way still.” 

He returns his focus to the conversation they’re having. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Kings, but you work too much.” He knows not to say it but Kingsley remidns him so much of Amelia in that sense. "And that’s coming from Mr. ‘married to the job’, so...” 

 Frank takes another sip of his drink, shrugging. “Same as usual, really - I’m picking up a lot of Moody’s paperwork, though. Paid, of course, he’s a fair man. Going out’s never really been a problem for me, shit like this-” he gestures to the room in general, “-it gives me energy. Classic extrovert, me.” 

[belle-thephoenixrp]

thearthurweasley​:

“Still have ‘em-cut better than anything else I’ve ever owned. Perhaps I missed out on my calling, being the partner of a knife hawker, but I think finding Molly is better.”

Arthur snorts at Frank’s story. 

“Without the cheapskates though it must be kind of nice going out with a bloke, cause then the patriarchy doesn’t demand that you automatically pay. Though I suppose there are probably other benefits to it.” He wiggles his eyebrows at him friend, grinning. He’d thought about dating men before-but came to the conclusion that he was, as his brother Bram put it, tragically heterosexual. 

“I didn’t care much for tinder-got stood up too many times. My guess is they showed up saw that I am, in fact a gangly ginger monster and then ran away as fast as they could.”

“Now I’ve got to figure out how to plan a wedding. I’m actually quite excited about it, apparently we get to try a lot of food. And Mol’s got great ideas, like always.”

He takes another bite of his taco. 

“Also-sorry for making you pay for lunch, mate. Don’t want to come off like a shitty tinder date.”

Frank nods, impressed. “Remind me to come round and accidentally drop them in my bag sometime. Also, Molly is definitely better than an anonymous knife-fairy - sounds very unreliable, if you ask me.” 

He smiles, glad Arthur is one of the supportive ones. “Yeah, it’s usually very chill. Surprisingly, the main difference is the heels. Most of the dates I’ve had with women there’s been an issue with the heels.” He pauses, considers, “Well- it’s actually happened on a date with a bloke as well. Looks great on all of them, though.” It’d been a good time, though. They went to see Kinky Boots in the West End and the broken heel had been in-theme. 

“You forgot awkward,” he adds to Arthur’s list, jokingly, through a mouthful of taco. “But hey, it only needs to click once, right?” 

Arthur and Molly are lovely together, too. He’s quite excited for their wedding, given Molly’s taste in things. 

“If they give you something with shrimp and cracker, say no - it’s easy to prepare in advance but it gets dry real fast,” Frank advises, remembering a friend’s recent wedding, “And really taste the shit out of the champagne.” 

He waves his hand in the air, nearly smacking over the glass of water on his tray. “It’s fine, mate. You got covered pizza last time, plus I owe you for the files.” He’s already not looking forward to spitting through them, but they’re nearing the end of their stack of tacos- and his lunch break.