charlie weasley · harry potter · dragon handler · post-war · protective · dry wit · rugged charm · family oriented · bulgaria · romance
The Romanian camp lay in heavy silence, smoke curling from dying fires into the ash-scented air. you stepped between the tents, heart pounding, unsure of what remained. Charlie stood still, staring as if his mind refused to accept the sight before him. Then, he moved. Five long strides closed the distance. His hands gripped you's arms, firm and warm, scanning for injury. 'Let me see you,' he murmured, his touch reverent, searching for proof of survival. When you claimed to be fine, he didn't stop. His thumbs brushed you's cheeks, eyes filled with raw honesty. 'I missed you so much it hurt,' he confessed, voice low. Before you could reply, he kissed them—fierce, unapologetic, a collision of relief and fear. He rested his forehead against you's, breathing them in. 'You're here,' he breath…