#artweasley

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

Arthur Weasley, just hell yes. I love Arthur as much as I love Molly, and that’s a lot. The Weasleys in general have always been some of my favorite characters? They’re just so fun, and Arthur’s fascination with everything makes me grin. Not to mention his obvious love for his family, friends, and wife. God, Koko writes him so brilliantly and every thread we have makes me swoon.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Molly x Arthur (duh), Gideon x Arthur, Sad Dad Club

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

The above aside, I really do love both Gideon x Arthur and Sungmin x Arthur as platonic OTPs. My loves.

A headcanon with my character:

Lowkey Molly and Arthur actually do have a funeral for the ghoul after all, because for some odd reason Percy loved that ghoul and now it’s gone/presumed dead. Que distraught Percy Weasley and a fake burial in the garden to try and help Percy get past it. Rest in peace, ghoul.

My OTP:

Molly x Arthur forever

My OT3:

Arthur x Molly x Sungmin :*

22 May 1982

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Molly couldn’t believe this was happening.

She should have, because the past few days had had her more tense than usual, completely on edge and staying closer to her family now more than ever. Her children, her husband, her brother leaving her sight made her want to run after them, take them by the hand and say, Don’t leave, not yet. It was easier with her children and with Arthur, but any time she saw Gideon, his leaving left her uneasy for hours afterward. It was only comfort from her husband that made her eventually relax. They put wards up around the Burrow once they were sure something was going to happen, and she was there when Dorcas and Benjy delivered medical supplies to their home (as well as being attacked by their gnomes). She set everything up, had it all ready and the basement locked up tight. The Burrow was, and hopefully always would be, a safe house for the Order. Whatever was going to happen tonight, Molly was sure that whoever came here would be healed and safe.

That, unfortunately, was a nice thought, but ultimately a rather naive one. 

It was the tunnel in their basement that started it all. What was another battle raged on at Lestrange Manor, but Molly stayed home with Arthur and, occasionally, Sungmin. Then a thud came from the basement, and she grabbed her wand at once, standing and ushering her kids behind her. A pause showed that it was nothing but a thud, however this was disproved a moment later as the smell of dirt and rotting flesh wafted up and through the door, said door breaking open and hundreds of Inferi beginning to swarm their home as she turned to tell Arthur that they had to go, now. And oh, there were so many, with recognizable and unfamiliar faces alike. She had to ignore her kids’ screams though, had to focus on getting them out and away from the home, a safe distance so she and Arthur could grab them and go to Hogwarts–

“Uncle Bean!”

No.

Charlie had slipped out from behind her and was running, and Molly turned to come face-to-face with the disfigured corpse of her brother. Fabian was there, for the first time in seven months, and Molly felt frozen, unable to move. It was in that moment that he reached down and grabbed Charlie, his now-scared screams breaking her out of her small trance. “Charlie!” she yelled, but Arthur was there at once, getting him away from her undead brother before anything worse than a mere injury could happen to her child. With that the Weasleys were gone from there home, Molly catching one last glance of Fabian before her vision was filled with the image of Hogwarts. She got Charlie looked at the moment they arrived, visibly shaking but brushing off anyone who asked if she was alright. No, she wasn’t, but there were more important things to handle at the moment. Take care of the injured, keep the kids away from danger, and wait for Arthur and Gideon to get back safe and sound.

That was the thing with war, she supposed. Nothing could ever turn out happy in the end, and there would always be loss. Molly should have expected a lot of things tonight, but it was like she flashed back to October 22 the moment she saw Arthur’s face. Her heart beat fast, and she wasn’t quite sure that she wasn’t hyperventilating. No, don’t be dead, please be good news. He said he wouldn’t die, he promised.

The Burrow

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Alice had finally been found. It had been weeks, nearly a month if she wasn’t mistaken, but Alice was finally found. Molly had been relieved, of course, but only slightly. The past few weeks had brought nothing but stress as the kidnapped victims returned one by one, some staying in hospitals, some turning out worse for wear but otherwise okay (she thought of her visit to James and shivered, heartbroken once again). She was found though, safe in the hospital, but Frank was apparently alive and everything was not what it seemed.

Still, Molly stayed the last few weeks back home finally, and with Alice found the remaining Order members that lingered and used their home as a headquarters vanished, leaving it empty save for Arthur and the boys. Her stress was slightly relieved, but not by much. She’d meant to talk to Arthur weeks ago, but with all the kidnappings it just never seemed like the right time. This morning, however, she walked into the kitchen to the smell of breakfast, watching in mild surprise when she found him there. Molly had never been able to imagine her husband cooking until that moment, and after a few tense, silent seconds she forced herself to walk over and ask:

“...mind if I help?”

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation Probably Arthur, but Molly wouldn’t complain about it.who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them Definitely Molly.who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy Both of them.who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them Honestly Molly would pick out the movie just so she could cling to him tbhwho is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them Molly would always distract Arthur in school from his work, though I wouldn’t say he was innocent either. Mostly her though.who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated Whoever gets to their phone first.who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do Molly storms out and they both cry.who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows Arthur. It’s rather annoying some days.who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky Arthur, and Molly loves it.who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car Arthur, because he knows she hates it (mostly).who has more fun decorating the house during holidays Arthur takes care of the decorations, and Molly takes care of the cooking and baking.who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other Molly. It’s not very healthy.who plays with the others’ hair more Molly likes to run her hand through Arthur’s hair when they’re relaxing on the couch or in bed. It’s very soft.who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored I’d have to say Arthur on this one. Molly kind of just sits around when she’s bored.who tries to kiss the other as often as they can It’s a close call, but I’d say Arthur.who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up They don’t really say that to be honest? But I’d say it’s a tie (so the other will kiss the pout away).who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up Both and both.who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one Molly forgets the umbrella but Arthur always remembers, and he holds it over them both just as it begins to rain.who demands showering first in the mornings Molly, always.who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings Arthur.who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games Arthur loves both equally, and Molly normally goes along because it makes her husband light up like a child. It’s adorable, really.who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond Arthur, normally when he discovers something he just has to share.who always forgets to charge their phone overnight Molly. Arthur scolds her a bit because of it.who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets Molly loves doing this.who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can Both do.who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet Arthur is definitely louder, followed by Molly hissing, “Quiet down!”

Hogwarts after the Order disaster meeting

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The meeting had been, frankly, a disaster. Edgar might have meant well, but did he really expect them to all be civil? Yes, they’d gotten things done...sort of...but in the end there was mostly fighting and, in general, a train wreck of people meeting in an abandoned school at midnight. There was no way it could have gone well, and the whole time Molly had been uncomfortable and just wanted to go home.

Then Sirius mentioned Fabian being killed, suggested (figuratively) that he had been the one to do it, and, well... If Molly was shaking from there on out, could anyone blame her?

Gideon had left without a word, and while Molly had expected it--she had torn up his flat only days ago, after all--it still stung, and she stared at the leftover muffins Edgar had brought as the rest of the Order had left to go their own separate ways. Order? What order? They had none, and more often than not Molly wondered why she was still part of this group at all. They would never get anything done. It was useless.

Taking a shaky breath, she stood from her seat and reached out to grab her husband’s hands, holding onto them tightly as if they were an anchor, the only things to keep her from slipping away. “Can we go home, Arthur? I just... I can’t be here right now.”

She just wanted to curl up and sleep (or cry, whichever came first).

“Arthur, Arthur, Arthur, my love. Please calm down, it’s okay! How could I ever forget you, forget our kids? Never worry about that. I’m here.”