❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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WITH A FINAL TUG to get her foot into some worn-in boots, Rebecca began grinning mischievously to herself as she bounced on her toes in excitement. It was just what she needed. A day out of Grimmauld Place, a day away from Sirius – and a day with the boy she cared about with her entire heart. She rushed around her room in preparation, scavenging through her trunk and the bit of hung clothes within her wardrobe. She had even managed to quickly comb her hair back and into two French plaits, wand and coin pouch tucked into her pockets. Dressed in black, all the way down to her mismatched patterned socks, she immediately beamed when Fred appeared back into the room from his own. Him too, clad in black trousers and a black button down – looking rather like his eldest brother with what one would deem as muggle "rock-n-roll" clothes.
"Alright, what gives?" She pouted playfully, crossing her arms over her simple black t-shirt, though her eyes kept raking up and down his frame in approval, "how have you managed to look like a spy and look so good at that?"
"Awe, thanks, love," Fred grinned, taking a few strides closer to peck her pouted lips, his arms ducking low to wrap around her lower back and tug her up onto her toes, "I'm glad you think so – it was either this or trying to swipe one of Ginny's tops which would definitely not've fit soo..."
"Unfair," Rebecca sighed aloud, having to stifle a laugh as he repeatedly pecked her lips, "– now I've got to change into something far better –"
"On the contrary – I think you look extremely fit already." He insisted with a grin.
"Eugh – you did not just call me fit, Fred." She cringed, her nose scrunching up and head tilting back a bit to meet his cheeky gaze.
"Stunning," He hummed instead, "beautiful," he resumed his firm kisses along her face and jaw, "gorgeous –" he trailed downward, "hot –" he reached her neck, grinning against her warming skin, "sexy –" Rebecca made a noise of disgust, her face pulling back into a cringe as he stifled a laugh into her neck before pulling away, "utterly captivating, alluring, and luckily – all mine."
Rebecca swooned internally, heart beating like a hummingbird within her chest, her hands moving up from his shoulders to lock behind his neck and eyes still sparkling in the horrible bedroom lighting, "you're such a sap, Weasley."
"Only for you," Fred grinned, both his hands resting atop her black denim-clad hips, "now c'mon –" he gave her a firm kiss to the lips, loosening his hold so she can finally return to her feet from her tip-toes, "let's go spy on Georgie and his not-so-secret date."
"One more kiss." She insisted with a faux innocent smile, gently grasping his chin between her forefinger and thumb to bring their faces together again.
