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[minervaisobel-blog]

just breathe | arthur & minnie

May 14th Order Safehouse     @arthurs-weasley

    There wasn’t a moment to breathe. 

    After the Ministry fell, Minerva naively believed they were free from further assault. Thus far the world had given them horror, pause, horror, pause - but this came fast, brutal, and unwarned. It left them little room to find their families, their friends, their children. The wounded became just as expansive as the dead. And just after one charge there came another, mere days later, on St. Mungo’s. 

    And she hadn’t been able to help. 

    Guilt was heavy in the waking hours after the last horror show, her memories flooded with anguish as she recalled getting there too late. Always too late. Towards the end of the Ministry, watching people die and being unable to stand protection, and towards the end of the hospital, too. She despised having gotten intel too late, she despised knowing that she could have saved some of them - or died trying. 

    Her hours, presently, were spent guiding innocent people to the castle. It was the only thing she could do until they were being healed, where she found she couldn’t help much, and was turned away. Not with aggression, of course, it was just that Minerva McGonagall was in the way - a feeling she despised more than Aversio themselves. It was for this reason that she was making her way through the castle, learning of its corridors, careful to make a mental note of those she cared about. Some safe, some missing - who would she find out had not been so lucky?

    But when she spotted that familiar ginger hair, Minerva felt her heart jump into her throat. “Arthur!” She gasped, knowing her composure was easy to slip around her old friend. “I’ve never been so happy to see you safe.” And with that she took the strides forward, pulling him into a much-needed hug, uncaring if he didn’t want it.

[mistress-reina-durante]

i’m chained to your side // arthur & reina

@kingofvalencia-arthur

She had thought that everything would be easier away from the castle, she thought it would do her a lot of good to be away from Arthur. It had not worked out the way she wanted it to. The anger turned into bitterness and her loneliness only grew. The King had been the only one who she had really let get close to her heart. It only made the betrayal worse but she had grown dependent on having someone by her side. Whenever she went to sleep, the empty bed brought tears to her eyes at night but her pride stood in the way of admitting that. There were several times where she had been close to visiting the castle, but she always stopped when she came to the village. As soon as she saw the brothel, she could do nothing but think of the women working there warming his bed and so she turned back every time.

Reina spent her days reading and taking long walks. Things had gotten so messy and complicated, she knew the hole she had dug was deep and it seemed impossible to crawl up from it. She was stuck in a limbo where she both wanted to be at Arthur’s side but she also feared seeing him again. She had gotten so angry with his betrayal, she was almost afraid what her reaction would be when she saw him again. She wanted to stay angry and she could have with anyone else than Arthur, no matter what he was always her weakness. Somehow his words always seduced her back to his side and back to his bed. Before meeting Arthur, she was sure it was impossible to hate and love someone at the same time, but now she knew it was entirely possible and incredibly frustrating.

She sat in her uncle’s chair in the small library her family now owned in the estate giving to them by the King. She worried in the back of her mind that he would storm in and take everything from them. That was the power that he had. He could grant wishes and fulfill dreams, but he could easily take them away again. Reina pushed the thoughts away as she focused on the book in her hands. She had read for hours when she heard the sound of horses outside in the small courtyard. Not many people came to visit the Durante family especially not if they were uninvited. She put down the book and went over to the window. She immediately recognized one of the horses and quickly took a step back from the window before he could spot her. Reina could feel her heart beating so fast that she almost felt dizzy. A large part of her wanted to run away and hide as a child would. She knew that she was in trouble. He could either push her away for good or he could haul her back to his side, both possibilities frightened her. Something in her told her to keep her head high and to keep her heart guarded, she would not let Arthur see how scared she was – not of his power as a King but as someone who could break her heart. She straightened her back and walked out of the library, standing in the doorway overlooking the entrance hall. Reina quickly found the right composure, she looked cold and dignified but all the while her heart was racing away and her mind were filled with a million thoughts.

[mistress-reina-durante]

the destruction of our love // arthur & reina

@kingofvalencia-arthur

Miranda Jane, niece to Lord Jane, was to marry the King.

The rumor spread like wildfire and the preparations for the wedding had already begun. Reina refused to believe it at first, wanting to find Arthur in order to sort out the mess. When the proclamation was officially made, she felt her heart break, a dark part of her suspected he had not even fought for the two of them. The betrayal of this felt like a stab to her heart, the knife kept turning and eventually transformed into uncontrollable rage. She stormed past the servants who quickly got out of her way, not daring to cross the mistress who would never be queen. Everyone would know how the niece of Lord Jane had won, how she had simply swept in and claimed the right to be the wife of the King. A right that belonged to Reina, she was the one who loved him, the one who held his heart in her hands as he held hers. If there truly was a God, she thought him to be undeniably cruel. How could he hand her such a chance and then brutally rip it out of her grasp? She had been so close to everything she wanted - and then this stranger simply walked in and took away her rightful place next to Arthur, her rightful title as his fiancée.

When she finally reached the doors to her chambers, she stormed in. The rage had grown into a wildfire, filling her every vein with hate and hurt. She saw red and started tearing down all the books on the shelves, finding a small satisfaction in being able to destroy. She let herself get carried away, she tore down the curtains in her rage. She swept everything off the table, hearing glass break and seeing ink stain the wooden floor. The tears spilled from her eyes, the fact that she was crying only made her angrier. She tore down the paintings, not caring about art or their value. After a moment more of raging, her chambers were unrecognisable as a hurricane had swept in and destroyed everything in its path. She felt like a hurricane, wild and unpredictable. The hurt was fuelling her anger, it made her adrenaline pump in her veins. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, she turned around and observed herself in the mirror. She looked like a wild animal, one who was on the edge of going rabid. She picked up a goblet from the ground and flung it at the mirror as she let out a scream of frustration. The sound of the shards of glass falling to the ground, snapped her out of her trance of rage and destruction. She looked around the room, seeing how she had completely wrecked it. Reina took deep breaths to try and slow down herself down, she had to try and pull herself together. She heard the door open behind her, not even bothering to look at who had interrupted her in her rage.

"Leave me alone!”

[illicitvanity-blog]

Childish; Arthur + Emma

What pains Emma worse than the sparks of addiction trying to speak sweet nothings to her in the quiet moments is the knowledge that someone--likely Alastor himself--had blacklisted her from all the major and many of the minor apothecaries within the U.K. and several she’d frequently done business with in other countries on the mainland. It rankles that they had gone to such lengths to keep her from brewing her own potion, despite the good it will do her not to have access to the temptation whatsoever.

Rubbing at her temple, Emma makes her way through a rather derelict town. It seemed the Order had a rather specific mission for her. Aiding a supporter in a time of need. No further details, no initials given but the telltale sign that it had in fact been a member of the Order was there. So she was here in this rather hovel-like area, headed for The Burrow. It had been a place tossed around by other members in meetings but she’d never known its origins or who it belonged to.

Now she steps up to the front stoop, eyeing the crooked structure warily before knocking at the door. 

@arthurweasel

[xadriannaxelite]

music to my ears // arthur & adrianna // private

Apart from the day she saw Blair sitting in the music room, continuously hitting the same not over and over again, Adrianna had yet to set foot in room that was filled to the brim with instruments. Though the room did serve a good hiding place for when she skipped classes, she knew that it wasn't worth it. Hiding wasn't worth possibly running into Arthur and she knew it. Though today, she had his sweatpants folded in her bag and a small mission to possibly bump into Arthur---- not to try to get back together with him, but to hopefully say a few apologies, give him back the sweats, and make a graceful exit. And it was because of that reason that Adrianna dared to set foot in his territory, slowly creeping into the room that once held two young adults playing piano. 

As the young brunette entered the room, she could remember the first time Arthur had taken her there, nostalgia slowly taking over. Her face softened from the usual flat line to a small smile as she approached the piano and set her bag down on the edge of the bench. At first she was only sitting at the bench, elbow propped up against the piano but soon, she had opened it up, revealing the black and white keys. Physically, Arthur wasn't there. But it was almost as though his illusion kept going as Adrianna visualized the keys lighting up as they once had before. She took that as an invitation, lifting her hands to the keys and slowly beginning to play. Though it wasn't perfect just yet, it was a hell of a lot better than when she was with Arthur.

[affable-mister-tonks-blog]

Lean on Me || Arthur & Ted || November 12th, 1978

“Da’ how come Mrs. Frisby knew the rats could help her?”

They’d cuddled up in the window seat in the front parlor and he’d been reading Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh (a muggle book that one of her cousins had recommended) when she stopped him with her question. Tilting his head, he considered the book and then shifted her enough in his lap so that he could see her. “She didn’t. Going to see the rats, that was a big risk. All the other animals left them alone right? But she knew they were smart, and if anyone could help her, it would be them. So she what?”

Her little face scrunched up as she considered the word-lined page before she looked up at him. “She had ta’ be brave.”

Ted smiled faintly, nodding his head. “Not all heroes look big and strong.”

“Like Alice?”

He chuckled. “Yes, just like Alice.” He snuggled her close to his chest, turning his face into her silken curls as he relished the moment. Impatient with his cuddling, Dora started to wriggle from his lap, and then paused at the sound of Andy’s voice. “Sounds like its time for you go get dressed.”

“For shopping.” Dora made a face.

Ted tickled her. “Yes poppet, for shopping, but not for you. For people you care about. So you have to think extra hard, but not with this.” He tapped her head, then grabbed her hand and pressed it over her heart. “With this.” She made another face and he growled playfully. “I know that face. You’re not one of Moody’s minions yet.” He exclaimed tickling her ferociously before pushing her gently toward the door.  “Go take care of your mother little auror.”

“I will!”

The moment she was gone, he bent forward, pressing his face into his hands. It was getting harder and harder to let them leave. They were safe here. Moody had warded the house himself. But when they went out…after the kidnappings, diagon alley…Halloween. Merlin he was loosing track of all the ways he could loose them. Forcing himself to remain calm, he stood and wandered toward the door, catching Andy long enough to press a kiss to her lips and warn her to be careful before the two women that made his life worth living bustled out the door and left him the silence of the suddenly too big house.

A nose pressed into his shin and he glanced down with a faint smile. “Hey boy.” He murmured, squatting down to ruffle a hand through the pup’s fur before scooping him up and heading toward his little office. “You may have been a random drop-off, but I’m glad you’re here buddy.” He said, smiling faintly when he was licked for the comment. In his office he moved straight to his desk and grabbed up his quill to jot a note for Arthur.

Hey Art,

The women are off. Come over whenever you’re ready.

Ted

Once he’d sent the note off, he slipped back down the stairs and out into the back yard. It was clear the yard had been abandoned for more than a few years, but it was a decent size. If all worked out, by the time March rolled around, he’d have a sizeable little garden plowed up. Moving to the little overhanging by the back door, he picked up the gloves he’d bought on the way home earlier in the week and tugged them on before heading toward the small pile of abandoned lumber. They were gray and weathered, but they’d serve his purpose well enough. Bending forward, he hefted up the first long spindly log and headed toward the left corner of the big yard. He’d outline a vegetable garden on one side, and then set up an area for a greenhouse for Andy. Assuming he found enough natural ingredients, the transfiguration spells would be relatively simple…for him anyway.