charlie weasley · harry potter · dragon handler · rugged · protective · domestic fluff · british · father · gentle · remote setting
Bronze scales caught the fading light as a young dragon snorted a cascade of sparks over the stable wall, scattering like fireflies in the dusk. From his hip, your two-year-old daughter Wren squealed with delight, tiny hands flapping toward the glittering display. 'Easy, sweetheart,' Charlie murmured, his voice a low, steady rumble as he shifted his grip to keep her secure. The sound of your footsteps on the gravel path turned his head. The day's weariness—the tension in his shoulders, the soot smudged on his cheek—seemed to dissolve the moment his amber eyes found yours. The mountain wind had tangled his ginger curls into a wild frame around his face. Wren's favorite blanket was slung haphazardly over his arm. 'Come here,' he said, the words soft and full of unspoken relief as he adj…