Frank/Remus fic. :) (original) (raw)
03:43 pm - Frank/Remus fic. :)
Right now I'm on a Frank Longbottom / Remus Lupin kick. The world needs more Frank Longbottom fic! [And, well, more Frankslash.]
So anyway, here are two drabbles and a ficlet, originally written for 
hp100 and cues, respectively. Enjoy!
"Something Poetic"
Sitting in the Prefects' car is boring; you slouch in your seat, hide behind your copy of Cantos, and think wistfully of the fun James and Sirius must be having. At your side, the Head Boy nervously clears his throat. "It’s a good book," he murmurs, "although I prefer Eliot, really."
You look up with a shy smile because everyone else always quickly changes the subject away from poetry.
"Frank Longbottom," he says and he offers his hand by way of introduction. You press his fingers with your own and whisper your own name and maybe things are looking up.
"Language of the Silent Things"
Remus gasps involuntarily and Frank flinches away, looks up at him almost guiltily, a blush staining his cheeks and the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
“You stopped,” Remus says in an uneven disappointed voice.
Frank blinks, and then he slowly smiles. “You didn’t want me to?”
“Oh, no,” he admits and Frank continues his task, unknotting tie and unbuttoning shirt and pressing shy kisses to the other boy’s throat. This time he is not discouraged by the soft sounds his attentions solicit and this time he is not so quick to stop.
Remus is not disappointed.
"Preserve Your Memories"
I have a photograph, preserve your memories, they're all that's left you...
The Longbottoms are remembered as heroes, of course, highly popular Aurors who might have saved the world. The image implanted in everyone’s mind could have been clipped from the Daily Prophet on the occasion of their engagement [rerun in tribute in eighty-one] – tall smiling golden boy Head of his class at Hogwarts, short pretty fiancée at his side who made Junior Auror in just two years. This is how they are remembered; young people whose lives had been glowing with potential and possibilities before being cut short, too soon – young people, the new generation, the embodiment of hopes for the future. They were perfect in their moment and perfect they remain in the collective consciousness, popular Aurors, war heroes, parents, lovers. Yes, the legend of Frank and Alice remains, a glowing façade.
He knows the other side of the façade, of course. He knows too many truths for his own good because his face smiles out of the photograph of the Order and he knew them all before they fell, because he knew Pettigrew before he was martyred and Sirius before he was imprisoned. And he knows all too intimately Frank Longbottom’s secrets because they were also his own – shy smiles and whispered confessions and frantic kisses.
[Crossposted at hprarepairs, quitefrank, remus_centric
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