Something New
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lokifanTitle: Something New
Word count: ~500
Characters/pairings: Charlie/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Things are boring back in England. Charlie’s relieved to see Malfoy walk through the door.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written forsortinghatdrabs; the prompt was marked and the pairing was Charlie/writer’s choice. How could I write anything else?
And yay, I was runner up! The banner’s under the cut.
Charlie got together with Bill once a fortnight or so to drink Firewhiskey and complain about how boring their lives were. They’d shared dreams of travel and adventure for as long as Charlie could remember. But things were different now: Mum needed them near. Time to be responsible.
Bill always said this in ponderous tones, because he was a pompous drunk. Charlie shoved him and teased him about being all grown up, with a desk job and a pregnant wife. Bill teased him back about the tattoo studio and the lovers who were too young for him.
Malfoy was something interesting, at least. Charlie saw Malfoy register Charlie’s hair when he walked in; fear flickered across his face and he turned back towards the door.
“Hey,” Charlie said, standing. “No need to get nervy.”
Malfoy turned back, irritation flashing across the pale face. Charlie moved right along: the key with dragons was to move too fast for them to work up a decent head of steam. “What is it you need? I assume you’re not looking for a bit of flash – a heart surrounded by thorns or a crossed wand and sword or whatever.”
Malfoy glanced down, then peeked up at him again in a flash of grey. “I want you to put a tattoo over the – any kind of tattoo, I don’t care.”
Ah. “Let me see.”
Malfoy’s forehead creased, but he didn’t protest. He stiffly removed his cloak, then rolled up his sleeve. Charlie almost recoiled, but actually the Mark wasn’t threatening. It was just a scar now; thick and ugly, but it looked more like the remnant of pain on Malfoy than a threat of pain to anyone else.
Charlie took Malfoy’s arm in both his hands, running his fingers once over the Mark. The feel of the magic told Charlie what he already knew.
His voice turned soft without his permission. “A scar like that – the way it was put on you, it’s designed to stay. If I try covering it the inks won’t take.”
Malfoy looked away, his jaw working. His arm flexed in Charlie’s grip and Charlie admonished himself for finding it stimulating. “I see.”
“I am sorry.” Charlie sighed. “If it helps, I regret my first tattoo.”
Malfoy turned his head quick as a striking snake, his eyes flashing. Charlie tensed. Then something seemed to relax inside the other man, his face creasing into a smile. “Oh?”
“It’s a Cerberus. A horribly realistic one, with slobber included.”
“No! Can I see?”
Charlie didn’t hesitate. His brain caught up briefly with his fingers when he saw Malfoy’s eyes widen; but he wanted to distract him any way he could. Charlie stripped off his shirt and stood with his tattoo ‘proudly’ revealed.
Malfoy reached out, seemingly without thought. His warm fingers settled lightly on Charlie’s chest, and Charlie caught his breath.
Their eyes caught.
Charlie didn’t say d’you want to see my other tattoo? but he kind of wanted to.
Word count: ~500
Characters/pairings: Charlie/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: Things are boring back in England. Charlie’s relieved to see Malfoy walk through the door.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for
sortinghatdrabs; the prompt was marked and the pairing was Charlie/writer’s choice. How could I write anything else? And yay, I was runner up! The banner’s under the cut.
Charlie got together with Bill once a fortnight or so to drink Firewhiskey and complain about how boring their lives were. They’d shared dreams of travel and adventure for as long as Charlie could remember. But things were different now: Mum needed them near. Time to be responsible.
Bill always said this in ponderous tones, because he was a pompous drunk. Charlie shoved him and teased him about being all grown up, with a desk job and a pregnant wife. Bill teased him back about the tattoo studio and the lovers who were too young for him.
Malfoy was something interesting, at least. Charlie saw Malfoy register Charlie’s hair when he walked in; fear flickered across his face and he turned back towards the door.
“Hey,” Charlie said, standing. “No need to get nervy.”
Malfoy turned back, irritation flashing across the pale face. Charlie moved right along: the key with dragons was to move too fast for them to work up a decent head of steam. “What is it you need? I assume you’re not looking for a bit of flash – a heart surrounded by thorns or a crossed wand and sword or whatever.”
Malfoy glanced down, then peeked up at him again in a flash of grey. “I want you to put a tattoo over the – any kind of tattoo, I don’t care.”
Ah. “Let me see.”
Malfoy’s forehead creased, but he didn’t protest. He stiffly removed his cloak, then rolled up his sleeve. Charlie almost recoiled, but actually the Mark wasn’t threatening. It was just a scar now; thick and ugly, but it looked more like the remnant of pain on Malfoy than a threat of pain to anyone else.
Charlie took Malfoy’s arm in both his hands, running his fingers once over the Mark. The feel of the magic told Charlie what he already knew.
His voice turned soft without his permission. “A scar like that – the way it was put on you, it’s designed to stay. If I try covering it the inks won’t take.”
Malfoy looked away, his jaw working. His arm flexed in Charlie’s grip and Charlie admonished himself for finding it stimulating. “I see.”
“I am sorry.” Charlie sighed. “If it helps, I regret my first tattoo.”
Malfoy turned his head quick as a striking snake, his eyes flashing. Charlie tensed. Then something seemed to relax inside the other man, his face creasing into a smile. “Oh?”
“It’s a Cerberus. A horribly realistic one, with slobber included.”
“No! Can I see?”
Charlie didn’t hesitate. His brain caught up briefly with his fingers when he saw Malfoy’s eyes widen; but he wanted to distract him any way he could. Charlie stripped off his shirt and stood with his tattoo ‘proudly’ revealed.
Malfoy reached out, seemingly without thought. His warm fingers settled lightly on Charlie’s chest, and Charlie caught his breath.
Their eyes caught.
Charlie didn’t say d’you want to see my other tattoo? but he kind of wanted to.
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Date: 2010-03-05 05:55 am (UTC)Oh, how I love this story... it feels so intimate.
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Date: 2010-03-12 12:16 am (UTC)Nice to see you about again :)
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Date: 2010-03-12 01:55 am (UTC)I'm on spring break this week, and have been terribly bored. I wanted to work on your fic but I forgot to put it on my laptop. n.n; But soon!
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Date: 2010-03-12 02:27 am (UTC)AND YAY SOON. :)