Last year it was The Official Unwritten Slash Month, this year it's the Official Challenge Month. The similarities? A month of fics by one author. The difference? This time, YOU are in control.
Each fic will be written based on a challenge. This can be any type of challenge, from a single word to a full-blown challenge. The rules are simple, they must be Harry Potter and they must be slash. So get involved, get reviewing and together we'll make November the Challenge Month.
(Challenges can be submitted via Reviews, or, preferably, emails until the Fanfiction messages service starts to work. If your submission is anonymous, please leave an email address so I can contact you if I chose to write your fic, this address will also be kept private.)
Challenge: Frigid, from Peja.
Frigid
"You're so frigid, Remus! Seriously, have you ever even kissed a girl before?"
Remus was drunk, and indignant, and this led him to his downfall faster than anything else. Everyone had their pride, after all.
"I am not frigid! I would... I would kiss anyone! Give me even half a chance! I just haven't met anyone I want to kiss yet!"
"That doesn't matter, Mr Frigid! You just have to kiss anyone!" Remus' eyes narrowed suspiciously. He hiccuped quietly.
"Like who?" Now James looked flummoxed.
"Like... Sirius! Sirius has experience, Sirius would be good for you. And he's drunk too."
"You want me to kiss Sirius?" Remus wrinkled his mose distastefully, but James cheered and flailed his arms alarmingly. Sirius certainly looked alarmed, at least.
"Yes! Yes, to prove that you're not frigid, you must kiss Sirius!"
"Hmmm… Okay." Remus murmured, leaning towards Sirius, who caught his arms to prevent serious injury or, more likely, a bruised tailbone from a nasty collision of the floor variety.
"Sirius, James said I must kiss you, to prove I'm not frigid." Sirius frowned, much less drunk than his two friends, but his open mouth was occupied by a rather enthusiastic - if a little talentless - tongue before he could form his arguments.
A few minutes later, Remus pulled away and grinned triumphantly at James.
"You're still frigid. Sure, you've kissed someone, but I bet you've never been given a handjob?"
"You can't watch that!" Remus cried, scandalised. James shrugged.
"Alright, I'll close my eyes." James proceeded to do so, falling almost instantly asleep in the process, and Remus turned drink-blurred eyes on a still dazed Sirius.
"Sirius, James said that I have to have a handjob off you to prove I'm not frigid!"
