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tonksgalaxy​:

Andromeda was’t sure how Dora ended up charming and enchanting everything around. She sore the changes on her daughter were more than just physical and the little rascal was starting to use exterior magic to convey things she wasn’t used to conveying with words. Maybe she was too prideful or she was like her and repressed things to deal with them her own way, but it had Andromeda going to the Ministry; of all places; to find a familiar place to help her with her predicament.

“Yes,” she replied to Arthur Weasley, someone she had become sort of a friend after finding her daughter and one of his sons were the same age in a trip to Diagon Alley. “Nymphadora put a hex on them to attack her classmates. I think she was throwing a tantrum, but they are muggle.” she explained as briefly as she could, knowing that Arthur must be a busy man. “I need to return them to school, but at this point I think I’ll have to buy new ones.”

He picked up one of the slinkies and passed it between his hands, the coil unfurling and furling back and forth between his fingers as a smile curved across his features. It truly was astounding, the little things that muggles came up with to keep themselves occupied. Arthur couldn’t help but feel like he had missed out on something by growing up with magic, and he had always been grateful for the time he spent with his muggle friends when he was younger. It kept him humble.

Arthur put the slinky back and nodded. “I’m afraid it seems like the magic is pretty deep in there. You said Dora did this?” He let out a low whistle. “She’s not going to be one to mess with when she’s of age,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he looked down into the box of slinkies. “I can take these over to the ministry, get them un-enchanted. It might take a while, though, and there’s no guarantees, so it might be best just to get some new ones.

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     Xenophilius had hardly been paying attention; the three boys playing in the grass had his full attention. This seemed to happen almost anytime he came over for a visit. After four days of straight work, Pandora had put her foot down and boarded him out of the house for the afternoon; a much needed break Xeno was too stubborn to accept. Unlike Arthur, Xeno was still sitting up, legs crossed as he nursed a cup of tea that had long gone cold in his lap.

He quickly snapped his neck in Arthur’s direction hearing him speak,”Huh?” he asked aloud at first, taking a moment to process what Arthur had said, “And yet you’ve decided to have another? The boys could easily pull a successful revolution against you and Molly in their current numbers.” Xeno spoke with a smile. He looked down at the cup in his hand before looking up at the other man. 

Arthur couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that, shaking his head to himself as he dropped his hands from his face and sat back up in the half-reclined position he had occupied before so he could keep a proper eye on the boys. “What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment,” he said with a huff of laughter. Something glazed over in his eyes as he watched the boys running around the field and he was suddenly thinking of all the birthdays and graduations and weddings and craziness that was to come, and he was suddenly overcome with the feeling that he could blink and miss it all if he didn’t keep paying careful attention. 

“And, I mean, I wouldn’t trade it for anythin’, mate,” he said, a crooked, fond expression on his features as he watched Bill and Charlie rolling around in the grass as they roughhoused. It reminded him of summers with his own siblings, with his grandparents in Cornwall. It was a memory he was glad to have been able to recreate in some capacity for his sons. “But, you’re right, mutiny is just around the corner. It’s a dangerous game we’re playing.” 

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For Arthur, going to work was like pulling teeth these days.

It was awful. Something that used to give him a lot of joy—tinkering around with muggle doodads, spending his days cataloging all the various artifacts that came in and learning all sorts of new things along the way should have been the perfect job for him. Instead, he had people breathing down his neck at all times, calling him blood traitor and making fun of the way he was enamored with muggle items. The only thing that kept him safe was his connection, if distant, with the Black family—despite being a blood traitor, spilling Arthur’s pure blood was not on the Death Eater agenda.

The only thing that kept him at that job was knowing that Molly and the boys depended on that income. Arthur couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else, and being second-in-command (even if it was a department of only two) meant that he was paid enough to put food on the table and shoes on his sons’ feet. That was all that mattered to him. Especially now that they had the baby on the way, the Weasley clan had to make every penny count.

Arthur was out on a routine inspection of recently seized goods, and while it was mind-numbingly boring, he made sure to do his job with vigor. “So, these are…” He paused, leaning down and squinting into the box of strange, brightly colored coils. “Enchanted slinkies?”

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@harmonious-joy​ !!

Afternoons in the fields that sprawled out behind their homes was exactly what Arthur needed. Seeing his children run through the grass reminded him of everything that he was fighting for, everything bright that could exist in the future, and it made some deep reserve of resolve replenish itself. He was sprawled out on the grass, propped up on his elbows as he watched Bill, Charlie and Percy playing tag as they darted across the open space. Bill, ever the caring big brother, always slowed down for Percy to catch up. Charlie, the competitive one, never did. 

He looked over into the small, rocking cot the twins shared next to him, shaded by the tree over them, and, satisfied that they were fully asleep, finally relaxed fully against the grass with a sigh of utter exhaustion. He thought he had known fatigue, then he had become a father. “These children are goin’ to be the bloody death of me,” he said, though Xeno and Arthur both knew that he didn’t mean it—there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Arthur would do absolutely anything for his children. 

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@fxtesaligned​ !!

When Molly needed an afternoon of rest, all she had to do was wave her hand and Arthur was bundling the children out of the home. Generally, that happened more often the further along she got, and Arthur didn’t mind in the slightest—he always came back with tales of his afternoons with his boys. Bill and Charlie, thankfully, were old enough to be trusted to stick together and stay close, which left Arthur with the other three to wrangle. Percy was holding his hand and toddling alongside Arthur, who had one of the twins strapped to his chest and the other against his back in color-coded carriers (Fred couldn’t stand being in the back) as they approached Peter’s flat, lunch in hand, jammed into the diaper bag along with all the kids’ needs. At least there was a failsafe Sunday afternoon activity that Arthur could fall back on when he had all the kids like this that wouldn’t leave them exposed somewhere. 

Even the quiet fields of Ottery St. Catchpole felt unsafe these days. 

Oi, Uncle Pete! Charlie and Bill were both pummeling the door with their fists, with Percy already half-hiding behind Arthur’s leg at the noise. Arthur couldn’t help but wince. He’d have to make his conversation a little more polite around the boys from now on—they were picking up a little too accurately on Arthur’s own rough-and-tumble speech patterns. “Boys,” he admonished, shaking his head at them with a fatherly look of disapproval as Peter opened the door. Of course, Arthur’s discipline was forgotten in favor of bombarding Peter with questions about his plants. “I swear, it’s like raising a horde of beasts,” he said, shaking his head as he walked in, putting down the bag and taking out the lunch that Molly had packed for them before they left. “As promised, energy to get you through the afternoon,” he joked with a crooked smirk. 

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@dxadlysinnxrs​ !!

Arthur was fairly certain that their children could outlast a dragon in a test of stamina. By the time the boys had been worn out enough to actually go to bed, Arthur himself was dragging his feet. Still, he wouldn’t trade the early mornings or hectic days for anything—it was a good thing, in times like these, that he was naturally good-tempered and high spirited. Still, he wasn’t getting any younger, and there was no mistaking the ache in his back as he settled into bed next to Molly. He shifted over so he could drop his head to her shoulder. “Percy was telling me about how he took a little tumble earlier. The way he told it, sounded like he nearly died,” he said with a fond smile. 

Every day, Arthur found something new about his family that he loved. Every day brought something unexpected, something new that made him remember why he was doing all of this, even in the middle of a war. Their children reminded Arthur that it wasn’t just the present that was at stake. It was the future, too. He brought a hand up so that he could gently run his hand across Molly’s stomach, humming softly at the familiar warmth of potential in the gesture. After all this time, it still hadn’t lost its intangible power, the ability to raise his heart rate while still soothing him. 

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spike here again w goofy boy arthur. info under the cut!!

{ manny jacinto / cismale / he/him } – ♦ The war is here. The realization hit { ARTHUR WEASLEY } as they stood alone on the streets of London. They are a { THIRTY-THREE } year old { PUREBLOOD } { MISUSE OF MUGGLE ARTEFACTS OFFICE INVESTIGATOR } who can be described as { + FUNNY } and  { + PROTECTIVE }. But be wary for they are also { - FOOLHARDY } and { - INDECISIVE }. Currently they are siding with { THE ORDER }.  – ♦

full name: arthur septimus weasley nicknames: art, artie  former school/house: hogwarts / gryffindor fc: manny jacinto dob: feb 6, 1947 age: 33 gender: cismale orientation: bisexual blood status: pureblood patronus: weasel side: the order

> arthur grew up in a house of perpetual chaos. not only did he have his two younger siblings, bilius and christopher, but he also had a gaggle of foster children constantly coming through the home from the group home where his mother worked

> they never had a lot, but what they had, they shared, and arthur spent a happy childhood running through the alleys of east london, surrounded by a swarm of both muggle and magical children

> as the eldest of all the children, responsibility often fell to arthur’s shoulders for the wellbeing of the others, and he stepped into this role easily. he didn’t mind rocking babies to sleep. he didn’t mind patching up scraped knees. he liked the chaos. 

> even at hogwarts, he was always the one holding crying first-years’ hands as they waited for letters from home or comfort muggleborn students who had suffered the latest cruelty at the hands of death-eaters-in-training

> during his years at hogwarts, arthur realized that what he missed most of all when he was away from home was being around all the muggles who had colored his childhood. he made his mind up to find a way to marry the two parts of himself. 

> it was also during this time he met molly. he asked her to marry him the minute she left hogwarts. he didn’t care that they were young, that there was a war on. he wanted to live his life with only her name on his lips, only her bullets in his gun, and this whole town laid waste at their feet. 

> arthur grew up in a big family and now he has a big family and everything feels like it’s falling into place. if he were god and he had the chance to remake the world he would make it just so and no different. 

> and yes, that includes the war. 

> he’s never been a fighter, but he’ll fight for them. 

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                    —    good  things  happen

                    —    love  is  real

                    —    we  will  be  okay

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