On the second day of Christmas...
On the second day of Christmas, my Jackie gave to me two slash fics...
Title: Moonlight
Genre: Crack
Characters: Rashnu Lestrange, Frank Longbottom
Rating: PG-13, for implied thingums of a sexual nature
Word Count: 404 words
Prompt and Notes: This.
Written For: trivalent
Summary: Frank's manhood is questioned and he's not going to stand for it.
Warning/s: Slash, nothing graphic; CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
Author's Notes: This is Day Two of my Twelve Days of Christmas Series. Prompts are still needed. Cross-posted at lumos_create. 2 of 2.
Frank sat down on the moist grass. He felt the cold seep into his clothes. He tried not to think about what he was doing, but he wasn't going to back down. Especially not when Gryffindor AND personal pride were at stake. On the way down here, he had thought twice - thrice - a zillion times about what he was getting himself into. He had tried to go back upstairs, but his feet wouldn't let him. So he sat there, on the ground near the Lake, trying not to break out into a cold sweat.
"I didn't think you'd actually come," came a voice from behind him. "Congratulations, Gryffindor."
Frank tried not to jerk his head up in surprise. Keep cool, Frank. Keep cool. He raised his head slowly and his eyes met with grey. Rashnu Lestrange smiled wryly at the Gryffindor. "I'm not a coward, Lestrange."
"Really? You Gryffindors and your silly bravery," Rashnu removed his cloak and dropped it on the ground. "There are things worse than being called a coward."
"Shut up and let's get this over with."
"Oh, so eager," Rashnu threw his head back and laughed.
Frank was glad the meager moonlight failed to reveal the blush that inevitably crept onto his cheeks. He stifled a shout or a sound of surprise as Rashnu threw his weight on Frank and Frank's head collided with soil. Frank tried to keep his gaze steady, but it was hard.
Rashnu's lips parted slightly in a sneer. "Now, let's see if you can follow through."
It had been a joke. A bet. A stupid bet. Potions class. Frank knew he should have just let it slide off his back and ignore them. But when they'd questioned his manhood, he'd lost it. Frank unclenched his jaw and tried not to think too much about what he was about to do. Stupid pride.
"This doesn't mean anything," Frank muttered as he watched Rashnu run his fingers through his hair, smoothing his hair down.
"Of course it doesn't," Rashnu laughed coldly. "...unless you enjoyed it."
Frank made a noise of disgust. "As if."
Rashnu turned his head to look at Frank. "I didn't hear you complaining."
"Tch."
Rashnu stood up and collected his cloak, throwing it around his shoulders. "You might want to have your cloak cleaned professionally, Longbottom," Rashnu smiled malevolently. "Wouldn't want your housemates to get the wrong idea...or worse, the right one."
Title: Moonlight
Genre: Crack
Characters: Rashnu Lestrange, Frank Longbottom
Rating: PG-13, for implied thingums of a sexual nature
Word Count: 404 words
Prompt and Notes: This.
Written For: trivalent
Summary: Frank's manhood is questioned and he's not going to stand for it.
Warning/s: Slash, nothing graphic; CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
Author's Notes: This is Day Two of my Twelve Days of Christmas Series. Prompts are still needed. Cross-posted at lumos_create. 2 of 2.
Frank sat down on the moist grass. He felt the cold seep into his clothes. He tried not to think about what he was doing, but he wasn't going to back down. Especially not when Gryffindor AND personal pride were at stake. On the way down here, he had thought twice - thrice - a zillion times about what he was getting himself into. He had tried to go back upstairs, but his feet wouldn't let him. So he sat there, on the ground near the Lake, trying not to break out into a cold sweat.
"I didn't think you'd actually come," came a voice from behind him. "Congratulations, Gryffindor."
Frank tried not to jerk his head up in surprise. Keep cool, Frank. Keep cool. He raised his head slowly and his eyes met with grey. Rashnu Lestrange smiled wryly at the Gryffindor. "I'm not a coward, Lestrange."
"Really? You Gryffindors and your silly bravery," Rashnu removed his cloak and dropped it on the ground. "There are things worse than being called a coward."
"Shut up and let's get this over with."
"Oh, so eager," Rashnu threw his head back and laughed.
Frank was glad the meager moonlight failed to reveal the blush that inevitably crept onto his cheeks. He stifled a shout or a sound of surprise as Rashnu threw his weight on Frank and Frank's head collided with soil. Frank tried to keep his gaze steady, but it was hard.
Rashnu's lips parted slightly in a sneer. "Now, let's see if you can follow through."
It had been a joke. A bet. A stupid bet. Potions class. Frank knew he should have just let it slide off his back and ignore them. But when they'd questioned his manhood, he'd lost it. Frank unclenched his jaw and tried not to think too much about what he was about to do. Stupid pride.
"This doesn't mean anything," Frank muttered as he watched Rashnu run his fingers through his hair, smoothing his hair down.
"Of course it doesn't," Rashnu laughed coldly. "...unless you enjoyed it."
Frank made a noise of disgust. "As if."
Rashnu turned his head to look at Frank. "I didn't hear you complaining."
"Tch."
Rashnu stood up and collected his cloak, throwing it around his shoulders. "You might want to have your cloak cleaned professionally, Longbottom," Rashnu smiled malevolently. "Wouldn't want your housemates to get the wrong idea...or worse, the right one."