#p:frank

[a-force-of-alice]

Alice stared in the mirror, her hand pressed against her stomach. She swallowed the thoughts of fear that ran through her head with no signs of slowing down. She was pulled away from her thoughts at the sound of her husbands voice, he called her down it was time to leave. Alice grabbed her backpack, making sure her last minute gift was tucked away safe and sound. “Coming!” She called out. One last look in the mirror, it wasn’t like she had seen anything yet but it made itself known. Her light headness and most recently the sickness, ugh that was the worst. She had to be so careful, getting up without waking Frank because she knew he would worry. But it did give her glimpse of what it was like to do this without his help and she never wanted to imagine that. She had been crying on the floor the first few nights and all she wanted to do was to wake Frank, but she didn’t. Speaking of sickness. “Oh fuck.” Alice ran into the bathroom sticking her head in the toilet. “Ugh. Okay. Okay.” Getting up Alice fixed herself back up and nodded, she just needed to get there, wherever they were going. “Coming, coming.” She called down, not wanting Frank to come up. “Sorry, I thought I lost my necklace. But I found it. I’m ready when you are.” She tried to be as cheerful as possible, plastering a smile on her face.

[a-force-of-alice]

get on the road||fralice

alice hated silence. It suffocated her, noiseless enemy crushing her chest with a mighty weight. hands clawing at the very thought hoping to gain that needed breath before an unspeakable madness settled in. she twisted and turned fighting with every inch of her being to simply breathe, to never let that darkness pull her down with unwavering relentlessness. 

inhale

expect she wasn’t. sitting so still on her couch the brunette woman stared out into the fireplace, waiting for any sign that her husband would come home. she was not good at sitting still, fingers tapped at knees that were pulled up to her chest, chin resting on knees. if her sixteen year old self saw in her in such a state there would be never ending taunts, mockery of a weakness that didn’t exist. her younger self was bitingly brutal. but she was smarter and older now she knew that letting others in, letting herself fall in love and believing she deserved such a luxory was not a weakness but rather a strength. a team like frank and alice was balance. someone had to be the opposite, and they filled their roles with ease it was perfect. until something shook their core. 

the death of his best friend changed something in frank. the storm began brewing in his head, clouds over his head, wind pushing him further and further away. alice growing more and more concerned because this was not frank at all. when her parents died alice could have descended into that obsession, so easily she could have but frank held her back and she could not do the same for him. and she watched and watched and hoped that maybe he would find his way out but despite everything he could not. 

she’d have to get him. one storm has to win. let her own. she was a raging storm but she was used to that chaos because she was born with it. born with thunderous will. 

the clock chimed

it broke her thoughts and she narrowed her eyes. she’d have to take care of this. grabbing her coat the woman stepped into the fire place, flooing to the ministry. how empty and silent it was, once more invisible hands at her neck but she pushed her through. when first starting alice often stayed late, she knew how empty it would be but with frank it was never silent. her footsteps echoed until she reached her destination. the auror office was empty, lights on, so some people had to be around but she didn’t care about those lights, her focus on one office. with a hand reached out she unlocked frank’s door and marched right in. but the sight slapped her, struck her like lightening. “Frank!” she shouted, standing in the door way, she was the grey sky, before the rain fell.

@franklongbottxm

[au-force-of-alice]

alice walked through the muggle terminal, wobbly legged and a little disoriented. they had to fly on the airplanes and she was not the most excited about it. the small woman always loved to try new things but the whole flying thing, ten plus hours, not a fan. but it’s what the trip entailed and she dealt with it. she looked around taking in the sights and sounds, it reminded her diagon alley right before school, everyone bustling about. it was about 5 in the afternoon, planned just right so they could adjust to the time quickly and it was still busy.  alice clung to frank’s arm in her need to steady herself. she could always rely on him. the pair looked slightly out of place, but she giggled in excitement and looked up at her husband. “we’re here. but where do we go now, we have to get our luggage right but where.” alice was still not as confident in the muggle world as frank was. so she followed his lead but she had the tendency to get distracted. “look at the shops, i love a shop. oh look it’s like an inn, it’s got little hotel rooms. i guess that makes sense if you can’t apperate everywhere, or floo.” alice was so amused by everything, the escalators reminded her of the moving stairs and the tram was like a mini train so she felt right at home but trying to get everywhere was daunting. still she smiled, through yawns but she was cheerful. “I keep smelling cinnamon rolls but we’re catching a bus soon right?”

[a-force-of-alice]

alice laid lazily on her giant teddy bear waiting for frank to tell her what was going on. she absently twirled a strand of hair but thought back to her encounter with bellatrix. she realized the woman was egging her on but whenever frank was involved she couldn’t stand down but she ended up winning and that moment was in the past. well of course they were going to go on a date for valentine’s day it was expected. she was thinking the usual dinner, maybe something fun, walk around town and stay up to watch the sunrise. that’s what they did but frank mentioned he had something up his sleeve and the woman was left wondering what on earth it was. it was early morning, the sun just rising and she honestly had no idea but the few days were taken off from work anyways. boredom kicked in as she waited for frank. “ugh.” she groaned. she was so impatient, but it was also valentine’s day, if she was going to be up this early she either needed to be eating chocolate, snogging her husband or sleeping. but she was not doing any of those. “FRANK! come on, what is takin’ so fuckin’ long. i’m hungry and if i have tae wait longer i will die on this bear and you will have tae bury with the bear!”

@franklongbottxm

[thelivingbreathingbicep]

“Hey man.” Colin clapped Frank on the back in greeting as he approached the other boy. “Rena said you know a lot about religions. I was wondering if we could talk about that?” It had been something he had been thinking about since the second attack on Hogsmeade when he had stepped between a younger student and a Death Eater’s curse. How it could have easily been the last of him. The afterlife hadn’t been something he’d thought much about. But it had been in the back of his mind a lot more after that. 

@frankxlcngbcttcm

[weatherwonder]

Lethal Force//Ororo & Frank

Ororo leaned against the cracking wooden wall of the bar. Rather it was more like a shack in her eyes. The building looked as if it would collapse at any minute, but somehow was still standing tall. Welcoming all those who wish to drown their sorrows in alcohol. However tonight she wasn’t there to join in on their gathering of depressed souls. Though she had taken to her second beer that night.

A little on edge, Ororo knew that her actions could cause for more harm for the X-Men. Yet with the bill lingering over all of them. She was sure, the professor would rather have them all keeping their heads low, way low. Mutants were still on the naughty list when it came to the government. It really didn’t matter how hard they tried to prove that peaceful coexistence was possible. It was as if every heroic act they committed, every speech fell on deaf ears. Quite honestly she was sick and tired of being silenced. After finding that AIM had been experimenting on mutants, she had had enough. No more lying and waiting to be rolled over by some anti-mutant hating bigots.

So there she was, pool stick in hand, beer in the other, following a lead, and hoping that she could do some good.           

“’bout time the gov did something about those super freaks.”

Her less than savvy, pool partner commented. The small staticy television in the far right corner of the bar had been playing the news for hours on end, and she had been forced to listen to the large burly man complain every second. It was a wonder how he had not figured out she was one of those freaks he disliked so much. If it wasn’t for the fact she needed information out of the man, she surely would have broken one of the cue balls over his empty head. Yet so far through sheer will power, Ororo had kept her mouth shut for most of the conversation. Her company didn’t seem bothered by her lack of interaction, more concern with trying to seduce her into sleeping with him. The occasional brush against her arm, holding her hips, and breathing down her neck. It nearly made her shake with violent intent.  

Instead she took her frustration out on beating him through the game.

Analyzing the position of the balls, she moved to the left to strike. Entering two, but missing her third. Having finished her bottle. Ororo went back to the bar to retrieve another, stopping in her strand upon seeing the man dressed in all black.

She had never meet him in person. Yet word got around quickly in underground connections. He was in the latter terms, dangerous. In which a person in their right mind would avoid him at all cost.

The weather manipulator took the stool next to him.

“If you are thinking of starting trouble. Could it wait until after I’m done here.” She kept her eyes straight, waving over the bartender to set a cold bottle before her. Black painted nails grabbed the bottle, and she took a quick sip. “Then you can settle whatever score with whoever the heck you want. But I’ve been chasing this lead for a while, and if you screw this up for me I swear you will deeply regret it.”

[porcelaindagger]

January 1, 1982 3:00 AM Ministry of Magic @cloakedlongbottom

For a moment, she thought of the color. A deep violet, cut through the middle with a thicker indigo, where the smoke was heavier, less permeable. It was a beautiful color for just a moment, the thick hue like something borne of velvet, or silk, sprinkled with stardust. Alice could hardly remember who it was on her arm for a moment, or the fact that she could feel James and Gideon at her right pulling away from the crowd. She could feel Bellatrix at her left, Alastor at her front; they all seemed far less disillusioned with the color than she. 

They had all managed to escape the first blast relatively unscathed; she had little time to think of the others, of hoping that perhaps they had gotten out in time. And she certainly hadn’t had time to stop and watch the other cloud. Maybe she should have; maybe then she would have known that the deepness of the color was not as inviting as she might have thought.

And then she felt it. 

The cloud touched her skin, and immediately it began to burn, pricking at her skin and coating her eyes; she could hear the scream emitting from her own throat before she could feel the rawness of her throat. And quite suddenly, she couldn’t see a thing; the air before her had turned from indigo to pure black, laced at the edges with screaming crimson-- was that blood? Was she seeing blood? The pain was intolerable; Alice lost her grip on Bellatrix’s arm as she felt bodies shuffle past her, around her, as if they, too, had lost their sense of direction. Her screams mingled with others as she clawed at her eyes, desperate to free them of the black shroud that had covered them. 

Her knees buckled, then, and she was on the floor, hunching over, nails biting at the skin around her eyes as she cried out, sobbing for relief, all thoughts of finishing her task lost. She could feel bodies near her, around her, at her head and at her back. But all she could feel was the pain-- blinding and all encompassing. 

[lilselizabeth-blog]

Lily had spent countless hours wandering around Hogsmeade by herself. To those on the outside it perhaps looked a little lonely. Like the head girl had been ditched by her friends, but the truth of the matter was that Lily sometimes liked to be alone. She liked to be left with her thoughts. Especially on such as day as this, where snow blanketed the small village. It was really a sight to behold. Dainty icicles hung from the door frames and windowsills of the shops, there were small patches of snow undisturbed by human footprints, and trees  nearly buckled under the weight of the white blanket covering their branches.

She had been on her own for the better part of half an hour now, having parted from her group of friends once their shopping had been completed. She’d told them that she’d forgotten something in one of the shops, leaving them to continue on to the Hogs Head without her. Of course she felt bad for lying, she usually wasn’t the one to do such a thing, but as much as she loved for friends Lily just felt liked she needed a break. A break from the noise, the constant prodding about her and James’s relationship, and the giggling. What she needed right now was silence. 

Her little trek had taken her out to the Shrieking Shack, a village tourist attraction she hadn’t visited since first year. Back then she had found it absolutely fascinated, a actual haunted house! Now that she had been part of this magical world for almost seven years she had become desensitised to such things. After all, what was a haunted house compared to a unicorn (she’d seen an actual unicorn!) or a friendly half-giant. 

When she entered the clearing, eyes dancing over the Christmas card image in front of her, she was surprised to see another body in the landscape. One that seemed oddly familiar to her. “Didn’t know you were a fan of haunted houses.” She teased, coming to a stop beside the person.