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[anna-thefierce-blog]

Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked|| Closed

@edgar-j-bones

A week she had been off work for a week and she was exhausted already, it was even a half day for her. Working the night shift always drained her because- nine times out of then the female had to find things to entertain herself with. A cup in hand filled to the brim with black coffee she was barely ready to face the shift let alone half of her coworkers.

Sleep was not coming easy once more, it was the third night in a row she had been awoken by nightmares. The closer it drew to the day she actually ran away from him the darker her dreams got, she sighed openly. “Kill me now,” she muttered turning around. Her eyes went wide seeing her boss. “Oh.. sorry Ed, I- I’m gonna go.”

[arthurlovesmolly]

Hardwood || Molthur

A few days later, Arthur wakes himself up with a jolt. The clock tells him it’s 3 am. The empty space beside him tells him he’s not going to be going to bed any time soon. He pulls on his dressing gown and starts the all too familiar methodical search of the rooms, continuing even after he notices the lights on in the kitchen. 

All the boys are in bed, his mother is asleep in the guest room and Arthur has a sinking suspicion he knows where his wife is.

The rug he summoned is gone, Molly is bent over a bucket of suds, scrubbing the floor with a brush. Scrubbing the blood stain with a brush. It’s just as dark as it was that horrible day he found it. Arthur doesn’t have to look at Molly’s face to know she’s been crying, but he does anyway, just so she can see some kindness, just so she can know she isn’t alone. 

Wordlessly, Arthur summons a brush of his own and joins her. They scrub in silence for a long time and finally, Arthur is starting to see a small bit of it fading away.

“Molly-”

He hears her stop scrubbing, but he doesn’t look up or stop.

“I-I have to tell you something.”

@mollymotherofweasels

[finestfenwick]

Begin Again || Octifox Flashback April 1978

“Hi I’d-”

He stops short when he sees the woman behind the counter. Goddess behind the counter.

“Hi.” 

“I totally forgot what I was about to say.”

@cleonaodempsey

[mayazabini]

Breakfast at 2pm || Open

“Hi, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you aren’t welcome here.”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

[regulus--a--black]

“I’m not sure if I can help you...” Regulus said quietly as he looked down at the book he just bought.  “You might want to ask someone else.”

[callousnbrash-blog]

I Don’t Like My Mind Right Now/Open

Tick, tick, tick, tick

It sounded like the clock but it was inside his head- he couldn’t really hear the ticking over the noise of the bar he was sitting in. It was owned by the O’Brien family. It was the one neutral bar in London and the young Crouch despite his alliance to the Dark Lord needed a place to think without his mates or his enemies staring him down.

[sirius-mischief-black]

After walking around London for two hours, Sirius jogged up the steps to the house before him and knocked on the door as he stated, “Oi, anyone up? I know it’s three in the morning but I’m bored.”

[lilys-evan-blog]

“Hey, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” Lily smiled at the other. “How’ve you been?”