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moonsfilledup asked: FRANK LONGBOTTOM. DORCAS MEADOWES. ALICE LONGBOTTOM. HEAD CANON FOR FRALICE (THAT'S TOTALLY A CHARACTER, STFU). ALCAS (THAT'S ALSO A CHARACTER DORCAS/ALICE FRIENDSHIP FTW). GO GO GO.

jsdgdsdsf. awsnap. HERE WE GO.

frank longbottom

dorcas meadowes

alice longbottom

fralice (frank/alice)

alcas (alice/dorcas friendship)

uh. sorry. it ended up being really long. x:

His mother says that he’s wasting his time with a girl like Alice Prewett, a girl who doesn’t want to get married any time soon. She doesn’t want to get hitched, tie the knot, wear the ring, say her vows, etc, etc. She doesn’t want to be Mrs. Alice Longbottom. His mother says that he should give up and find another girl who wants the same things. His mother just doesn’t understand though. She doesn’t see what he sees.  She’s perfect without being anywhere near perfect. Her flaws are fascinating. She’s fascinating. There’s something about her that draws him in. There’s something about her that makes it hard to look away. She’s funny, in a way, with how she’s so tiny but she acts like she can do anything (not that he thinks she can’t). She’s so confident. She seems so sure of herself. She’s funny without trying to be funny, with the way she calls him Longarse and the way she seems so giddy and languid when she’s drunk and throwing herself at him. He thinks it’s funny when she hangs around someone like Dorcas, who is probably her exact opposite. He thinks it’s wonderful, that she’s wonderful. His mother says that he’s blinded by some strange infatuation. His mother says that there are girls who are willing to get married to him, who are smarter and sensible and feminine and not violent.Frank doesn’t care. He wanted to be with Alice. There was so much blood, sweat and tears, just to get to that girl and he’d be damned if he was going to make it seem like a complete waste of time. She was worth all of the trouble, even if his mother didn’t agree. He could see the disapproval in his mother’s eyes. He doesn’t care. He’s going to ask Alice to marry him again and again because he loves her. Aw, he’s so sappy. He just wants to be her knight in shining armour or something. When they’re just randomly lying in bed (after sex because she distracts him with that a lot), he turns to her. Straight face. No emotions. Not a hint of what he wants to do or say or what he’s thinking. He just turns himself, his entire body, and looks right at her. She raises an eyebrow. He tries his hardest not to crack a smile.“Marry me.” “No.” She’s so quick to answer, he’s almost hurt. But he’s not. He’s getting used to her refusal. He expects them. Her answer is predictable. He’s not offended by this rejected. She’s rejected him time and time again. That doesn’t mean he’ll give up. He just rolls his eyes, slides a hand over her stomach and pulls her close.“Come on, pretty lady. Marry me.”“No.” Again, again, again. He sighs in frustration.“Come on –” He doesn’t get to say much after that because she’s distracting him and he doesn’t know what else to say. He’ll try again later, when they’re half-asleep and he’s half-convinced that he can convince her to say yes, for once. It seems like a long shot, but anything (aside from sex) with Alice seems like a long shot. But he asks again, when she’s drowsy and he’s wide awake and staring at her. “I want to marry you.” He says, trying to sound confident but he wants to hug her and laugh. He wants to scoop her into his arms and pull her into his lap, to kiss her and hold her and pretend that they’re married. He wants forever with her. She says that marriage doesn’t mean they’ll be together forever. He says that marriage seals the deal. He wants to stake his claim on her, to tell everyone that Alice is Frank’s and Frank is Alice’s. “ShutupFrank.” She mumbles, burying her face in the pillow. Her eyes are closed. She can’t see the look on his face, that sad puppy dog expression that he can’t help but make. It’s like she’s denying him sex (except she wouldn’t). “Letmesleep.”“I’m going to buy you an engagement ring and I’m going to glue it to your finger. It’s going to be beautiful and tiny, just like you. It might be plastic. It might be a real diamond. Maybe I’ll get you a ruby or an emerald or some other kind of jewel.” He says innocently, propping himself up on his elbows and staring down at her. She’s lying on her stomach, partially covered by the blankets on the bed. He grins down at her as his fingers lightly skim over the bare skin of her back. “No.” Damn it. Next time, he says to himself. Next time, I’ll get her. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Maybe he should try that. He isn’t actually seriously about that, but if it works, it works, right? No, no, he wouldn’t. Would he?

ALCAS LIKE ALPACAS?

you’re an idiot.

She is an idiot and Frank would just like to tell her that, an endless loop of ‘you’re an idiot, Als’, until she finally comes to her senses. Someone needed to tell her that.Some people were too cowardly to try though. Teeny tiny Alice – he can’t imagine how anyone could be afraid of her. He isn’t afraid of her. He’s never been afraid of her. He had always found her amusing. It wasn’t that she was just some big joke to him. It wasn’t even that she was funny, not intentionally. It was just her – the way she was, the acted she acted, those expressions that she could make. He couldn’t take her seriously when people asked her if she liked him and she acted so defensively. He should have gone along with it, like it was a game of pretend and they were both playing. She wasn’t, though. She was serious – or just confused. He didn’t know. He didn’t care. She would always be Alice and he would always find it difficult to not smile whenever she did or said something. Even when she was angry or annoyed with him, he’d just stand there, arms crossed with a grin on his face.

“What the hell are you grinning about?” She’d ask. He should have stopped. He should have held in all that amusement and the laughter that was threatening to burst from him like air in a balloon. But he just stands there, just for a second. Then he walks forward, closer and closer to her. He had always been curious to see how she would react if he backed her into a corner, trapped her there, leaning over her with some cocky expression. Frank had never been arrogant. He very rarely acted like some egotistical prat. His mum always said that a girl always wanted prince charming, not the evil wizard.

“Nothing,” he’d say. In comparison to her, he’s a giant. She is tiny, almost like a doll but not sweet and innocent enough to actually be one. While Alice had the appearance of this adorable little creature, most people wouldn’t have called her ‘adorable’, would they? It seemed unlikely. Frank liked to see her as this adorable creature, though. Perhaps she wasn’t as adorable as some other people, but she still was. Or he was biased. A bias towards her seemed possible – most likely, highly probably.

“Right then. Well, bugger off, all right? You’re freaking me out.” She pushed him aside, swatting away the hands that tried to reach for her. His finger tips brushed against her palms. Once her hands were away from his, he put a palm to her waist. Anyone who was watching them would have been confused. Keep your hands off of her, Frank. They were all thinking it. He just knew it. She doesn’t want you to touch her. No, no, just look at her. She’s holding back. She’s trying to escape from what’s real and what she could have. The possibility of them being together was never going to go away and he wanted her to know that. Just leave her alone. No, no, he couldn’t do that. If he stopped, she might forget. He couldn’t forget her and he was going to make sure that she couldn’t forget about him. She always, always slipped away from him though. She always wriggled away from him or swatted him away. Like he was a fly, a bug that buzzed around her ear, a nuisance.

“You’re such a creep, mate.” His friends would say.

“She loves it.” He’d simply state with a shrug. She’ll get used to it. She’ll come around. She’ll be his one day. He’ll wait. He’ll take the avoiding. He’ll take the insults. He’ll let her punch him and push him. He’ll just wait. She’ll come around. She was being an idiot and she’d realize it sooner or later. Pushing him away wasn’t going to stop him. He wasn’t about to give up.

little heart.