#proudtodefy

[chasingxprongs]

@proudtodefy wanted some modified DE James 

The Order Meeting was a boring one, a pointless one. It seemed, anytime the conversation was about to get interesting, Alice Longbottom would interrupt with something inane. Something they already fucking knew, information James could do absolutely nothing with. He swore, he caught her glancing at him every so often, swore he felt her eyes drift to his arm that was firmly covered by his shirt sleeves. He was sure he’d felt her keen eyes on him as he’d winced when the Mudblood had piped up, as though she had any say in the world. As if she had any right to be discussing the magical community in any capacity.

She shouldn’t even be alive.

“Are we done here?” He asked suddenly, the mark on his arm burning slightly. He could sense he’d need to leave soon, need to go back and report on what had been discussed. “We don’t seem to have anything important we’re discussing, unless Longbottom wants to go through the dangers of cauldrons not being the correct thickness again?”

He could feel the looks on him, couldn’t help thinking maybe he was saying something wrong. But how could he be? He’d been doing this his whole life hadn’t he? He’d always been playing a role, fighting for the correct cause stealthily. Then why did he feel as though those eyes on him weren’t gonna quit? Why did he feel that everything he said was somehow not what they expected to come out of his mouth?

Somewhere, in the back of his mind. He knew he wasn’t smiling as much as he should, he knew he wasn’t making jokes, wasn’t acting right. But that thought was buried amongst others, amongst many planted memories of what he thought his life had been. The problem with Voldemort fucking with your memories, was that when creating a false life, Voldemort didn’t understand the human element. Love or friendship. He didn’t know how to keep a personality intact when changing someone’s ideals.

“Longbottom, did you have something you wanted to talk to me about?” He asked bluntly as the meeting dispersed, figuring he’d tackle that head on. “Or d’you just fancy me so much you can’t stop staring?”

[vaillance]

@proudtodefy

“Mum?” 

[thatmudblood]

@proudtodefy

“How do you think it is going to be?” she said, absentmindedly stroking her - for now - flat belly, “Are you... are you scared?”

She stared through the window of the Order’s quarters, and a passing thought made her smile.

“They’ll probably have close birthdays! I hope they become good friends” Lily whispered, trying to hide the trembling of her voice, “How’s Frank taking it? James is freaking out-- but I can’t blame him. With everything that’s going on...”

Tears theatened to escape her eyes, yet she did every effort to keep them in place. It didn’t seem right-- Alice was in the same position as her and Lily thought that, perhaps, she was feeling the same fear she was.

[thefvriousx]

❛ what doesn’t kill me better run. ❜

Alexei looked up at Alice with a furrowed brow – it was just the two of them left in the office, the two of them aligned to the Order (at least that they knew of, currently). There wasn’t anyone else for Alice to speak to in this way. She had a son, a husband – people worried about her, but Alexei… Alexei knew she could hold her own.

A small smile pulled at his lips.

“Atta girl.”

[wandmakesthewizard-a-blog]

@proudtodefy

“I...might’ve adopted another cat.”

[glitzncharms]

“ You want to ask, so ask. ”

He’s quiet a long moment, looking down at his hands, clutched tight around his mug; the mug is hot, but not too hot, the tea perfect, just like he likes it, just right -- just right, just like everything else in the house seems to be just right, just so.  In order and rational, with good and normal things in places that made sense for them to be, like each thing was in its proper home even on a busy day with things were cluttered with all the babies and adults running about, and with a routine that made sense and felt normal and good, and with an underlying stability that made fucking sense but yet, at the same time, didn’t.  Not yet, not quite; not really.  Not to Sully.

It doesn’t make sense because it made too much sense, was too good and sweet and supportive and comfortable and felt far too much like it could become, well, home, if he were to let it -- and even though he longed for it wasn’t sure that was where he should be, where he was meant to be, in a place this good and this warm and this sane.

In any sort of place that felt like a home, where a family lived.

James and Frank are upstairs, with the babies, reading them stories and getting them ready for bed.  Nice and normal and sane and good, like a family.  And he wants to think he belongs there, wants to think he’s supposed to be there.  Wants so badly to think he’s come home and yet he’s not sure.  Not sure if he’s meant to stay, not sure if he deserves these things anymore.  Not sure he deserves to have them love him, and wrap their arms around him, bring him in to their home and the family they’ve found together.

Isn’t sure he’s able to let himself be loved like that, ever again.  Not when he still feels like  nothing more than sharp edges and jagged glass inside, when he’s scared that if he lets them get too close, lets them wrap their arms around them and hold him tight, they’ll cut themselves to ribbons on the raw, cruel edges of him.

“I guess I just . . . should probably start thinking about going home, shouldn’t I?  Before I, y’know.  Overstay my welcome.”

[ofmanyworldsarchived]

txt - "did you actually fucking do that?"

alice longbottom > @proudtodefy

✉ [ gma ] wow gran. who knew you had such a potty mouth. does dear old dad know about this?

[practicalcareer-blog]

@proudtodefy liked for a starter!

“Mrs.Longbottom, I can assure you that your son is improving at school, he’s more successful in Herbology and Charms than ever - every student has subjects they don’t excel at, but I assure you that Neville is doing just fine. He has all the makings of a professor - if that’s the career path he wants to follow.” 

This part, Devan still isn’t used to; talking to parents.

His own had never been too interested in his school career, as long as Devan passed his subjects then they wouldn’t say anything. And now he has to deal with concerned parents throwing a multitude of reasons at him at why they clearly know more than the qualified teacher.

[thxscorpiondwxxb-blog]

@proudtodefy liked for a starter

“Wait... you’re... Alice longbottom! You’re a hero!” The other would say with awe in his eyes. His father wasn’t considered a hero, not by a long shot... well to the rest of the world either way.

[xmusiisms-a]

“You’re in my seat.”

@proudtodefy - 

“Says who?”

[wandmakesthewizard-moved]

❣

a dying kiss.

Maybe Lucas should've listened to Alice, for once in his life.

The wizard smiled weakly - almost amused by Alice's worrying. She had to have known, that he wouldn't have let her go after Grindlewald, not alone, not ever. It was a crappy way to go out, if he were honest, by the hands of a dark wizard. But it was a good way to go out, too, protecting his friend; his family.

Lucas rest a paling hand on Alice's - his sister's, really - cheek, brow pulling into a frown when blood stained her cheek, but offered her a warm smile. A real one that met the eyes and everything.

"I'm okay, you need-" looked away to let out a violent cough that only got weaker the longer it went on, ignoring the copper taste in his mouth that soon followed, and then looked to Alice again.

"Need to go. Sorry, for not being able to fulfil my godfather duties and all - make sure they play The Beatles at the funeral, yeah?"

[chasingxprongs]

"You know that I can't, in good conscious, let this morning pass without delivering a birthday spanking, right?"

Birthday Surprises || James is obviously accepting

“...better be the fucking good kind.” James grinned, rolling onto his side to face her, as he pressed a kiss against her lips. “Unless you’re suggesting I’m gonna dole one out to you? Cause that’s the best birthday present yet.”

[vaillance]

Knock Knock

PUT “KNOCK KNOCK” IN MY INBOX. // Accepting // @proudtodefy

Your character walking in on mine having a tea party with stuffed animals potted plants.

Neville froze upon his mother walking in on him. He gulped and gazed at her. How could he explain this? His desk was covered with plants with a tea cup in front of each of them. 

“Um...” He stammered and looked down. “ Yea...I have no way to explain this...I’m having a tea party with my plants.” 

[aurorflongbottom]

@proudtodefy

[thefvriousx]

@proudtodefy liked x for a baz pitch starter.

Baz looked bored. He always looked bored. He didn’t want to be here, talking with an auror about a potential career. This was what his father wanted and, well, didn’t father always know best?

He simply stared at her as she spoke to him. She probably didn’t want to do this, either -- pitch a profession at a spoiled rich kid who obviously had no desire to be there.

“Is there anything fun about this job? Or is it all bad hair days and paperwork?”

[wandmakesthewizard-a-blog]

“I’m not used to being saved.”

“You usually never need to be saved,” Lucas pointed out and rolled onto his back, grunting. Probably fucked up one of his ribs again. Fucking Quidditch brooms. “Well, now you know what it feels like to get saved by Frank Longbottom. Your crush just got worse by ten-fold. Try not to stalk him.”