Friendly Rivalry
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lokifan_importI’m playing in the Sorting Hat Drabbles again this week. The pairing is Dean/Luna, and there’s some lovely descriptive stuff! Vote here.
Which reminds me – I never posted this:
Title: Friendly Rivalry
Word count: ~300
Characters/pairings: Charlie/Tonks, Bill
Rating: G
Summary: A bit of Weasley fluff.
Warnings: none
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 pairing was Bill/Tonks, and the prompt was brother’s keeper. I love reading about Bill, Charlie and Tonks – and permutations thereof – so it was fun.
Charlie’s never quite grown out of his competition with his brother, or out of the sense that he’s losing.
Most of the time, it’s friendly rivalry. They’re similar in a lot of ways: charmers with easy smiles, who did pretty well at school and escaped the suffocating embrace of the Weasley womb at the earliest opportunity. Only Bill is taller and cooler and went to Cairo, a bustling capital city, instead of a dragon colony in the back end of beyond. And he met (and dumped) a French half-Veela who was her school’s magical champion and asked for English lessons in low, seductive tones, where Charlie met surly, bald dragon tamers. And now the dickhead is standing next to Tonks.
Charlie and Bill are only two years apart, and Percy never wanted to come out with them. Charlie knows his moves; could draw a map, a manual for Bill Weasley’s Seduction Tips.
Bill’s smiling at her in a deliberate way that shows off his dimple. He’s leaning close to her as though fascinated by everything she’s saying. And Tonks is responding: her cheeks are flushing pink to match her hair and her voice is dipping low like a dance partner.
A different man might have dragged Tonks off and taken her roughly. But Charlie’s not so unreconstructed as that and besides, it wouldn’t help with this particular situation.
He walks across the living room, avoiding all the doddery relatives who want to speak to him at this Christmas party. “Hi there.”
“Charlie!” Tonks responds brightly, turning towards him instantly. Her eyes are bright, and he can’t tell if it’s from seeing him or talking to Bill or just too much of the Firewhiskey in her hands. Charlie loves that she drinks like a man.
Then she kisses him. Her mouth is hot from Firewhiskey, and the fire in his mouth makes something flare in his stomach. She pulls back, mouth smudged, and smiles close to his face.
Something eases in Charlie’s stomach. They’re similar, Bill and he. Tonks has a type.
And she’s chosen him already.
Which reminds me – I never posted this:
Title: Friendly Rivalry
Word count: ~300
Characters/pairings: Charlie/Tonks, Bill
Rating: G
Summary: A bit of Weasley fluff.
Warnings: none
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 pairing was Bill/Tonks, and the prompt was brother’s keeper. I love reading about Bill, Charlie and Tonks – and permutations thereof – so it was fun.Charlie’s never quite grown out of his competition with his brother, or out of the sense that he’s losing.
Most of the time, it’s friendly rivalry. They’re similar in a lot of ways: charmers with easy smiles, who did pretty well at school and escaped the suffocating embrace of the Weasley womb at the earliest opportunity. Only Bill is taller and cooler and went to Cairo, a bustling capital city, instead of a dragon colony in the back end of beyond. And he met (and dumped) a French half-Veela who was her school’s magical champion and asked for English lessons in low, seductive tones, where Charlie met surly, bald dragon tamers. And now the dickhead is standing next to Tonks.
Charlie and Bill are only two years apart, and Percy never wanted to come out with them. Charlie knows his moves; could draw a map, a manual for Bill Weasley’s Seduction Tips.
Bill’s smiling at her in a deliberate way that shows off his dimple. He’s leaning close to her as though fascinated by everything she’s saying. And Tonks is responding: her cheeks are flushing pink to match her hair and her voice is dipping low like a dance partner.
A different man might have dragged Tonks off and taken her roughly. But Charlie’s not so unreconstructed as that and besides, it wouldn’t help with this particular situation.
He walks across the living room, avoiding all the doddery relatives who want to speak to him at this Christmas party. “Hi there.”
“Charlie!” Tonks responds brightly, turning towards him instantly. Her eyes are bright, and he can’t tell if it’s from seeing him or talking to Bill or just too much of the Firewhiskey in her hands. Charlie loves that she drinks like a man.
Then she kisses him. Her mouth is hot from Firewhiskey, and the fire in his mouth makes something flare in his stomach. She pulls back, mouth smudged, and smiles close to his face.
Something eases in Charlie’s stomach. They’re similar, Bill and he. Tonks has a type.
And she’s chosen him already.
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Date: 2010-02-25 07:14 am (UTC)I'm here to say 'hi' and to warn you that my LJ is mostly boring private blahblah, which is why I've added you with the writing journal, too - to give you a choice. (Well, you don't have to choose, really, you're very welcome in both journals! :)
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Date: 2010-02-25 08:25 am (UTC)Thanks for letting me know!