Fic: The Bucket List (Charlie/Tonks)
TITLE: The Bucket List
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Charlie swallowed thickly and kept his eyes firmly adverted from where Nymphadora Tonks was working on his left bicep. “How does it look?”
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Charlie/Tonks)
STATUS: Complete - 311 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for week 129 @ sortinghatdrabs. It won!
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Charlie swallowed thickly and kept his eyes firmly adverted from where Nymphadora Tonks was working on his left bicep. “How does it look?”
The buzzing of the tattoo gun stopped and Tonks sat back, observing her work. “Well... it looks like a hot mess.”
“What?” Charlie gasped. He spun his eyes to the outline of a dragon Tonks was etching into his skin. Aside from appearing a little red and inflamed, his skin and subsequent ink looked okay. Charlie let out a soft sigh of relief. “You’re mean, you know that?”
“Would you relax?” Tonks laughed. Firing up the tattoo gun, she and resuming her work; finishing up the outline and starting in on the colouring. “It’s going to look magical.”
Charlie swallowed. “I hope so.”
“Trust me,” Tonks smiled. “When this is all over, if your tattoo is anything less than perfect, then I promise to charm it off and start all over again.”
Charlie closed his eyes and focused on anything but the slight burn of the gun across his skin. “Good.”
“But,” Tonks added. “If it does happen to be perfect and you do happen to be a happy customer, then we’re buying a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Deal?”
“Just the two of us?” Charlie smirked.
“Of course. We can have another look at that bucket list of yours. See what other resolutions we can tick off the list before the night is through.”
“I have always wanted to go skinny dipping in the ocean at midnight.” Charlie paused thoughtfully, eyes tracking around the tattoo parlor. “There is something about moonlight reflecting off the water.”
“Skinny dipping is fine, but how about piercings?” Tonks smirked. “I could give you an eyebrow ring.”
“You’re not going anywhere near me with a needle, Tonks.”
Tonks pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“Says the woman with a tattoo gun in her hand.”
END
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Charlie swallowed thickly and kept his eyes firmly adverted from where Nymphadora Tonks was working on his left bicep. “How does it look?”
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Charlie/Tonks)
STATUS: Complete - 311 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for week 129 @ sortinghatdrabs. It won!
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Charlie swallowed thickly and kept his eyes firmly adverted from where Nymphadora Tonks was working on his left bicep. “How does it look?”
The buzzing of the tattoo gun stopped and Tonks sat back, observing her work. “Well... it looks like a hot mess.”
“What?” Charlie gasped. He spun his eyes to the outline of a dragon Tonks was etching into his skin. Aside from appearing a little red and inflamed, his skin and subsequent ink looked okay. Charlie let out a soft sigh of relief. “You’re mean, you know that?”
“Would you relax?” Tonks laughed. Firing up the tattoo gun, she and resuming her work; finishing up the outline and starting in on the colouring. “It’s going to look magical.”
Charlie swallowed. “I hope so.”
“Trust me,” Tonks smiled. “When this is all over, if your tattoo is anything less than perfect, then I promise to charm it off and start all over again.”
Charlie closed his eyes and focused on anything but the slight burn of the gun across his skin. “Good.”
“But,” Tonks added. “If it does happen to be perfect and you do happen to be a happy customer, then we’re buying a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Deal?”
“Just the two of us?” Charlie smirked.
“Of course. We can have another look at that bucket list of yours. See what other resolutions we can tick off the list before the night is through.”
“I have always wanted to go skinny dipping in the ocean at midnight.” Charlie paused thoughtfully, eyes tracking around the tattoo parlor. “There is something about moonlight reflecting off the water.”
“Skinny dipping is fine, but how about piercings?” Tonks smirked. “I could give you an eyebrow ring.”
“You’re not going anywhere near me with a needle, Tonks.”
Tonks pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“Says the woman with a tattoo gun in her hand.”
END