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You know I ran into my ex-husband last week. He’s actually a good guy, but he was with his new fiance.

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mxndungus‌:

Reaching for the bourbon without a moment’s pause his nose wrinkled, rolling the lowball between forefinger and thumb before replying decisively with another bright flash of a salesman’s smile, “I don’t see why I can’t want both.”  

Raising the glass in a toast he sunk the bourbon in one smooth mouthful, rolling it across his tongue like it might somehow mimic a long sought-after burn, before setting the glass down again with a thunk. A glance over his shoulder in the direction of the cluster of orange children drew another, more pronounced, wrinkle of his nose. Mundungus had never particularly cared for children.  “That’s awful careless of you to lose three whole siblings in one go, Prewett — did you check where you left them? Between the couch cushions?”

His head tilted thoughtfully before tipping back in the general vicinity of her impressionable children with a carefully contained twitch at the corners of his lips. “Maybe your spawn ate them.”

“Because one is a completely unrealistic expectation for you to hold, and the other is an unrealistic expectation for me to hold,” she said with an eye roll, automatically refilling Mundungus’ glass after he knocked back his first one: the habit of an experienced (and well-liked) bar tender. She didn’t trust the demon as far as she could throw him, so how could she really trust him to either help out, let alone with her soul?

Her body tensed slightly when he fixed his gaze on her spawn, eyes flickering between him and the knife Bill kept playing with a little too close to Charlie’s hands. Molly slowly exhaled and filled another customer’s order, taking the time to recompose herself for further conversation. “Believe it or not, I’m not my siblings’ keeper. Think my idiot twin brothers would be fucking demons if I were? Not that Bella is much better.” 

She glanced back at her kids and felt a bemused smile cross her face. “Careful, Fletcher. For all you know, my children do have a taste for flesh. Bill in particular likes to skin the assholes that piss me off.”

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unyielding--black‌:

“What, no family discount?”

If there’s a sense of purpose in her stride and a few specks of blood dotting the inside of her shirt collar, it can only mean that Bellatrix Prewett’s had a good day at work. Sparing the Wyvern’s usual state of havoc only a cursory glance, she took an empty seat at the bar Molly was stationed behind, flinging her (heavy) duffel bag into Bill’s arms with a brisk, “Take that up to my room, will you, ponytail?”

She didn’t need eyes in the back of her head to know the eldest of the Weasley litter was mentally eviscerating her, the grip on his pocketknife vise-like. “I told you not to call me that.”

“And I told you not to put your sticky little hands anywhere near my dagger collection. So I suppose we’re both hard of hearing then. Must be ear mites.”

There came the loud scrape of a chair being dragged across wooden floorboards by its leg, followed shortly thereafter by a set of angry footsteps trailing up the back stairwell with all the cumbersome effort of someone trying to milk the sullen teen act for all it’s worth. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and snatched a bottle of elfish wine by its neck. It was Fabian, The Early Years, all over again. “You know what the key is to you getting a bigger room, Molls?” she prompted, popping the cork off with a sharp wrench of her fingers, voice lowering itself into a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned forward. “Thinning out the herd. At this rate I’ll have him out of your hair by the time he hits fifteen, maybe even earlier though don’t quote me on that just yet.”

“Auntie Bella I’m coloring a Horntail!”

In spite of herself, the corner of Bellatrix’s mouth twitched. “Come show me when you’re done, Charlie. We’ll put it up on the fridge next to Fabian’s autopsy report.” Her attentions returned to Molly and she gave a half-shrug. “That one might be worth keeping.”

She had to hold back a laugh at Bill’s moodiness toward his aunt as he practically stomped up toward the loft above the Wyvern, his heavy step sending thumps through the tavern and making a few customers look up curiously. Molly waved them off and gave Bellatrix a pointed look as she suggested ridding the family of Bill; she was an awful mother, really, if she had to fight a smirk from showing because of the idea. Three children were a handful, especially as Percy grew older and more curious, but Arthur had come from a big family and Molly was fond of kids for the most part. It wasn’t like she wasn’t asking for it, really.

“No matter how much he might remind you of Fabian, I’m not gonna off one of my spawn because he annoys you,” she lightly scolded, pouring Bellatrix a drink and passing it over without a thought before making her own. Maybe it wasn’t the most professional thing in the world to drink the merchandise while on the clock, but she didn’t really give a shit. “They’d be with their father like Percy is if he hadn’t been called into work. I’m surprised they didn’t make him drop Percy off here before he went in.”

Another wave of customers entered the tavern and Molly bit back a groan, shooting Bellatrix a pleading look. “I know you were out working already, but if you could give me a hand until these drunkards finally leave you’ll be my favorite sister. Please?”

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♫ the blewetts (individually, altogether, whatever floats your boat)

rocky — the white buffalo ( fabian )

Now he’s got two feet in the graveHe dug himself too deep a holeNo dragons left to slayDevil squeezed out all the hopeOnly one God to obeyReaches down and takes a holdNow he can’t get away

albatross - foals  ( @unyielding–black )

You got an albatross around your neckAround your neckYou got a pile of broken wishbones under your bedAnd you got a hungry green eyed monster that you keep fedAnd it keeps on coming over it wants you dead

the funeral — band of horses ( all )

I’m coming up only to hold you underI’m coming up only to show you wrongAnd to know you is hard, we wonderTo know you, all wrong we were

beggin’ for thread — banks ( @entrepreneur-prewett )

Stooped down and out, you got me beggin’ for threadTo sew this hole up that you ripped in my headStupidly think you had it under controlStrapped down to something that you don’t understandDon’t know what you were getting yourself intoYou should have known, secretly I think you knew

 souls a’fire — matt corby ( gideon )

Oh he got poison in his lungsAnd it will become undoneSome sort of freak that feels no painWalk through the fire like it feels like rain

the great escape — woodkid ( gideon & fabian )

Now we’re finally standing up to the skyLook at me, boy, so what is fate to sayHow things are gonna turn out now?Can’t you see that we’re dead until we wake up

i of the storm — of monsters and men ( @unyielding–black & @entrepreneur-prewett )

If I could face themIf I could make amends with all my shadowsI’d bow my head and welcome themBut I feel it burningLike when the winter windStops my breathingAre you really gonna love me when I’m gone?I fear you won’tI fear you don’t

diggin’ up the heart — brandon flowers ( gideon & @entrepreneur-prewett )

His little sister hugs the tin manTony, she’s grownAnd she’s pretty, in her little black dressHe’s digging up the heartTo know the price he paid

loyal like sid and nancy — foster the people ( gideon & @unyielding–black )

Yeah, you’re walking in stilettos, but your nose is bleeding outI’ve been running from the devil, but the devil’s on my backI’m decreasing, took a leave of absence from the warIf the wall is coming down, then we gotta press the pedalGot my hands up in the air, I’m saying I can’t breathe

family — noah gunderson ( fabian & @entrepreneur-prewett )

And someone lies bleedingSomeone got violent and did not think twiceAnd I watched you my brotherMaking a fool of the moon tonight

the comeback kid — lindi ortega ( fabian & @unyielding–black​ )

When you see my face you’ll think you’re staring at a ghostWell you better be scared if you see that I’m getting close‘Cause I’m comin’ back around and there’s justice to be servedAnd baby what you get is exactly what you deserve  

judgement day — stealth ( all )

Of all the love I have takenAll the hearts I’ve turned to hateHearts are easily broken when you’ve been made in the shadeCrossed every line, broken every boundaryAnd now it’s retribution time ‘cause the church that I went toIt ain’t that holy

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mxndungus‌:

A whiff of hellfire could quite easily be mistaken for the smoke off a bottom-shelf pour of firewhiskey around these parts, here where demons were a dime a dozen and witches like her were the anomaly. The novelty. Mundungus’s fondness for the White Wyvern was born of many things: of community and the ratio of sticky floors to probable bar fights on any given afternoon, of the proximity to the betting shop and the lowered inhibitions of it’s heavily inebriated customers — but there was nothing he liked more about the place than the eternal whiff of opportunity that lingered about it.

Mundungus had always had a keen nose for opportunity.

“I have nothing but time,” he replied at what felt more like an interrogation than a taking of orders, rocking back onto the heels of his shoes and eyeing the veritable onslaught of chaos around him fondly with a lazily tilt of his chin. “And here I was going to ask for a bourbon, neat, when the better question seems to be what is it that I can do for you.” 

She recognized the voice before she looked up to recognize the face. Mundungus Fletcher was a common patron for the White Wyvern, the demon never one to waste the chance to grab opportunity by the lapels and sweet talk his way into a deal, and it took barely a moment after he spouted off his order for Molly to grab a glass and start making his drink. In the corner of the tavern the few patrons that lingered this early in the day were singing a sailor’s song, the lyrics muffled by the kegs of beer they insisted on drinking from for aesthetic purposes.

Molly rolled her eyes and set the bourbon down in front of Mundungus.

“Well, if you could find either of my brothers or my dearest sister, I’d appreciate it,” she said sarcastically. “But if you don’t know their whereabouts, you could be a dear and keep those drunkards away from my children while my back is turned.” Molly plastered on the tightest, most sarcastic grin she could manage. “You really want to help me out still, Fletcher? Or are you here for my soul?”

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The White Wyvern was always booming with foot traffic, but never was it more annoying than when Molly was left to fend for herself against the rampaging customers while her brothers and sister were out doing work. It probably didn’t help that she hadn’t entirely forgiven her brothers for going and becoming fucking demons while she and Bella tended the tavern, but Molly Prewett held a grudge well. Normally she wished them away, but now, while the tavern was getting slammed with both regular patrons wanting to get smashed and... special patrons that wanted something a little extra, she would’ve killed for the extra hands.

Not to mention that she had Bill and Charlie lingering in the corner of the tavern, Charlie coloring and Bill whittling at the wooden table with her pocket knife. The bell at the door let her know someone else had entered the tavern, and she sighed loudly before saying, “You’ll have to be bloody patient if you want some good service, got it? Now what do you need?”

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unyielding-black:

Bellatrix scoffed loudly into her drink. “Remember last Thanksgiving? When I taught them all to pull out handguns at the table before saying grace? If that didn’t cost anyone an eye, I’d say we’re good on the hospital front for now, Molls. Just relax. A Pokemon toy’s not going to fracture any spines.”

She shot Percy a withering glare from over the rim of her beer and watched as he squirmed on his mother’s lap. “Besides — you can’t break what you don’t have.”

Percy sputtered something whiny and high pitched at this that fell on deaf ears when Bellatrix, as was her custom when dealing with the second to last lowest ranked Prewett on her list, ignored him completely in favor of shifting her seat so as to catch a glimpse of Molly’s work load. The half a dozen open tabs of Excel worksheets on the screen threatened to stamp out her curiosity altogether when she took notice of a few familiar names amongst the blur of numbers. She looked up eagerly at Molly.

“Keeping track of who’s defaulted on what? Wonderful. I’ve a new nail gun I haven’t gotten to try out on Fabian yet, if you need any help.”

“I still consider that event luck of its own,” she retorted, shaking her head and remembering both the shock and the pride when she saw her boys with their own guns. The motherly part of her, though, knew that one of them would likely shoot their eye out either by accident (Percy) or on purpose (Charlie), which resulted in the scolding that evening toward both her children and toward Bellatrix. Not that any of that scolding worked, though; that sort of stuff more often than not fell on deaf ears. 

Molly sighed when Percy started whining and shifted him in her lap, wrapping an arm around his middle and pressing a kiss to his head. While a bit of violence and some threats worked with the other children, Percy needed old fashioned love and gentleness, both of which Molly had had a hard time getting the hang of until Arthur and Percy both came along.  The thought of Arthur brought a sad smile to her lips for a moment, but Molly quickly shook it away with a swig of her drink.

“I’m surprised Fabian hasn’t been tested with it yet. Normally you go to him the moment you get a new toy.” She snorted and shifted the screen so Bellatrix could see it better. “Quite a handful defaulted, actually, not that I know why they’d think that’s a good idea. I didn’t get where I am by playing nice.” She paused and glanced at her sister. “Actually, you’d be a good help. I haven’t done a personal visit to any clients in a long while. Might as well shake it up a bit.”

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which kid would you leave in the clutches of a man-eating clown who lurks in nearby sewers if you had the chance? hypothetically.

This sounds in no way hypothetical, but... Charlie. His aunt and uncles would get him out of there before the clown could salt his skin for flavor.

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if you could cook one brother into your stew, who would it be?

Probably Gideon. He’s more of a pain in my ass than Fabian on any given day.

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unyielding-black:

A rogue Charizard toy rolled to a clunky stop upon meeting the toe of a grimy combat boot. Its owner, momentarily torn between snapping the thing in two or allowing it to see another day, found the question of whether to crush or not to crush promptly satisfied with the appearance of the toy’s owner — and the only child Bellatrix Prewett had ever had the stomach to tolerate.

“Think you dropped something, Charlie.” she called out, resting the crate of beers in her arms atop the bar table to snatch up his toy. A bolt of red hair rushed over to her with a cry of “bella!” before she swiftly plucked the toy dragon away from his reach. “Give it here!” he cried.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Bellatrix chided, raising it over her head. “What have I told you before about throwing dragons at your brother?”

“Always aim for the eyes?”

“Or mouth if you’re looking to draw blood. Tilt it on its side to get better distance, yeah?”

She saw him off with a playful ruffle of his hair as Charlie charged at Percy with renewed vigor and an animalistic cry designed to shatter eardrums everywhere, the twins in close pursuit. Bellatrix casually sidestepped a wailing Percy, snatching two beer bottles by their necks and dropping into the seat next to Molly, cheerfully oblivious to the attempted mutilation going on behind them. “You look like you could do with a stiff drink, Molls.”

Perhaps she should’ve begged for divine intervention outside of her adoptive sister after all.

Molly’s relief was short lived when Bellatrix started giving her son tips on how to torment Percy, and she felt Percy’s grip on her leg tighten as he heard his aunt talk. The animalistic screams that came from three of her boys were enough to give her a splitting headache, and Molly was quick to scoop down and bring Percy onto her lap before Charlie and the twins ended up causing a trip to the hospital.

“Boys, if you draw blood you have to clean it up,” she said sternly. “And I’m not telling you how to best clean it up until you’re older. Grandpa won’t like it if there’s blood stains on his nice wooden floor.”

“But mum, we’re just playing!” Charlie whined. Molly just shook her head and shifted Percy on her lap.

“Play without maiming your brothers, Charlie. At least while I’m working.” She watched as the three ran off to cause havoc for the customers loitering in the bar instead, wrapping an arm around Percy’s middle and pressing a kiss to his head before she went back to her sheets. Of course, Bellatrix ignored the whole thing, and Molly reached to snatch a beer bottle from her hand. “More like ten stiff drinks. If there really is a hospital visit, you’re taking them Bella. I’ve got too much shit to do to worry about my children getting injured.”

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@unyielding-black​  mafia au the shade

It would have been easier to leave the children up in the flat, but life didn’t seem to agree. Bill was in one of his moods and refused to watch his siblings for five seconds, instead pouting in his room with the door locked. Charlie insisted on being at Molly’s side, which resulted in him, Percy, and the twins running around the bar while Molly sat and tried to do work. The excel sheets she had were off, but the numbers that were off were being difficult to find. She should’ve sorted the sheets by last name, not just added people as they got into her ring. She really had to fix that.

She pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to keep herself in a relative state of calm, zooming in on the sheet and looking through the profits. Whoever hadn’t paid her would get an earful, if she was feeling merciful. If not--

“Mum!” A small body crashed into her leg, and Molly groaned audibly, looking down to Percy’s curly hair. Behind him, Fred and George were snickering, and Charlie was no where to be seen.

“Mummy is working, children. What could possibly be the matter now?”

“Charlie keeps throwing his dragons at me!” Percy complained. “It hit my nose!”

Molly sighed and closed her eyes, praying for some sort of divine intervention--Arthur, her brothers, Bellatrix, even her father, so long as someone distracted her children and let her work in peace.