Saint like

pairing : charlie weasley x gn!reader genre : fluff words : 0.6k requested : here

synopsis : patching charlie up after a day at work with a troublesome dragon

“Darling?”

“Hm?” you answered from the living room, where you were currently curled up on your favourite armchair, reading the latest book that Percy had recommended to you, not looking up from its pages.

“Seriously? Your incredible boyfriend comes in from a long day at work and he doesn’t even get a ‘hello’ kiss?”

“Work isn’t work if you enjoy it Charls~” you hummed, still not looking up from your book.

Sighing, the boy dropped his stuff to the floor, making his way over to you and pulling the book out of your hands, leaning in for a kiss which you gladly gave him. “There. That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Shaking your head at his antics, you reached for your book once again, “no one warned me that you’re this needy”

“It’s all part of the charm my love,” he leaned closer to you, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips before lowering his voice and whispering in your ear, “and you love it~”

You rolled your eyes in a weak attempt to hide the red that was now dusting your cheeks before he moved back, meeting your gaze with a soft smile, “Whatever you say Mr Weas- Charlie? What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

You sat up properly and reached out, delicately moving your fingers over the small cut that ran across his nose, not dissimilar to the familiar scars littered across his skin. “Oh right,” he said, “the new baby hebridean black still isn’t too fond of humans. One of the ridgebacks was being loud and it spooked her but don’t worry, I’ve had worse”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,”

“Y/n really - I’m fine.”

You stood up, grabbing Charlie’s arm and dragging him up the stairs into your shared bathroom before reaching up and taking the first aid kit from the cupboard, “Sit.”

Much like an obedient dog your boyfriend sat down on the edge of the bath, watching as you rifled through the first aid kit in hopes of finding the right stuff to clean him up. When you eventually did, you crouched slightly to meet his eyes and quickly got to work on his nose, gently cleaning the wound and pressing a kiss to his forehead whenever he winced. Finishing the process off with a plaster (which you drew a heart on) being placed on his nose you started work on the burns across his hands which he only told you about when you asked if he was hurt anywhere else three times. Ten minutes later you had finished and Charlie was all bandaged up, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you close to him when you stood up.

“What would you do without me?” You asked, taking his hair out of the band he kept it in and redoing it in a messy bun. “Honestly? I have no idea..probably be dating a dragon-”

“Well I sure as hell hope that it wouldn’t be that hebridean black, who knows what would happen to you,”

“Well anyway, we don’t have to worry about that now do we? Because I’ve got you and I’m sure as hell not letting you go~”

Smiling, you looked down at the clumsy ginger you had fallen for and you could feel every bad thought you had ever had just melt away, relaxing into his arms, “I love you Charls”

He pressed a delicate kiss to your belly, looking up at you and in that moment it hit him just how much you really meant to him, “I love you too Y/n. So so much.”

“I know it’s hard but just try and be more careful at work, ok?”

Smirking mischievously he stood up, pressing a kiss to your nose before walking out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen, ready to prepare dinner, “No promises Y/l/n.”

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author’s note: for personal reasons, canon is the only thing that’s dead to me and the big sleep never happened, m’kay?😌 just a cute headcanon list I decided to come up with because I have so many ideas for our Freddie boy. as always, reblogs and likes are appreciated, just please do not repost my work and claim as your own! -xo, morgan💜

warnings: none really, it’s mostly just super cute and fluffy, mentions of food, suggestive joke from Fred and a suggestive situation, but that’s about it

had to put everything under the cut cause it got a little longer than I thought it would lmao

To be honest, you were pretty freaking nervous about going to the Reserve today. Charlie had promised you that you would love it but you’d heard his stories about it and you were scared in case something bad happened, it would be just your luck, honestly! To ease your worries, Charlie had packed three extra tubes of Burn Cream. Great.

He introduced you to some wonderfully strange creatures before he practically ran you over to the dragon enclosure. The dragons were much larger than you thought babies would be. They were gorgeous with shiny scales and darkened spikes on their backs.

Charlie, being the majestic confident beast of a man, walked into the dragon enclosure as though he owned the place. The dragons, however, weren’t interested with him or the meat he carried. They eyed you carefully. You were protected by a large metal fence but it was intimidating seeing their beady eyes following your every move. The slightly larger of the two began to slowly approach you, “Oh, look!” Charlie grinned as he watched, “Monty likes you!”

“He likes me or he wants to eat me?!” You asked with a nervous laugh.

Charlie shrugged, “Well, let’s see. Stick your hand through the cage, palm open to the sky.”

You had no idea why you did it as your heart pounded and your body trembled. Charlie watched with curious eyes, glancing back and forth between you and Monty. God, you were even scared to blink as Monty’s prolonged eye contact forced you to keep your eyes open. Monty reached your hand, sniffing it and breathing on it. You tried hard not to flinch, feeling his hot breath on your hand.

“Wait for him to make his next move,” Charlie said quietly, watching the scene unfold.

Monty sniffed your hand once more before opening his mouth. You could see the rows of sharp teeth, Charlie instructed that you stay put. You squeezed your eyes closed, not wanting to watch as your hand got bit but instead, a long wet tongue began to lick your hand.

Charlie clapped gleefully as he saw Monty lick your hand and then tilt his head so that your hand cupped his cheek, “He likes you! That’s a first! Get in there, Monty boy!”