❝ 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
rewr...
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THE HOARD OF BREAKFAST didn't take long to make, though, they took a significant bit longer than usual due to Fred's occasional pauses where he needed to take a split moment to calm his racing mind and staggered breaths. They worked silently, stacking pancakes onto a number of plates, scrambling some eggs cooking away upon the burner as bacon cooked in a pan opposite of it. Rebecca made regular glances towards Fred in-between her movements, keeping an eye on whether or not he suddenly began to have slow tears tracking down both sides of his face so she could step over to console him softly.
"Do you think he'll be alright?"
Rebecca's head snapped up at the sudden sound of Fred's hoarse whisper, pausing her movements in washing some berries at the sink – finding her boyfriend still by the toaster, tears glistening and his eyes becoming extremely glassy as he stared at the slices of bread he had yet to push down. Quickly discarding the bowl of fruit to the side, she took a few strides to stand before him, gently moving his shaking hand from the toaster's dial and using both of her own to cup the sides of his face, bringing his attention to her.
"Arthur Weasley is a force to be reckoned with," She spoke softly, using the pads of her thumbs to gently wipe away the fallen tears from under his eyes, "he helped raise 7rambunctious kids. One person won't ever be enough to bring him down," She assured him quietly, her eyes trailing his face slowly, "He's going to pull through."
Fred let out a shaky breath, trying to swallow down the growing lump in his throat as he leaned further into her touch, shutting his eyes tightly as if he were trying to keep his tears in, "I-I just can't help but t-think – I only – I'm worried."
"It's alright to worry," Rebecca insisted quietly, gently releasing his face after she swiped away a few more streaks of his tears, "it means you're human – that you care," she took both his hands into hers, giving his palms a firm squeeze with more reassurance, "he's gonna be alright. He's a Weasley. All of you are tough as nails."
Fred took her into his arms then, nodding and hugging her tightly to his chest as he let out another shaky breath that he tried holding in. Rebecca gently ran a hand up and down his spine comfortingly as he fitted his face into the crook of her shoulder and neck, his damp eyelashes skimming against her skin. With the sound of the coffee maker going off, little chimes alerting that a fresh pot of steaming coffee was ready, Fred pulled back. Wiping his face with the backs of his hands, he sniffled before doing his best to swallow back the rest of his silent whimpers. He leaned down slightly, his eyes screwed up tightly as he pressed a firm kiss to Rebecca's temple, lingering for a moment before he pushing himself towards the awaiting coffee pot.
With everything finally finished and plated – and Fred had taken another moment to steel himself from the inside out – he called out to his siblings, Harry, and Hermione. It took a minute, some shuffling coming from outside in the hallway before each of the teens trickled in one by one. Rebecca grabbed the last two prepared plates from the counter, charming some mugs to follow after her, shuffling by the others with a wan smile before stepping out of the kitchen. Both Remus and Sirius were in the far corner of the den, looking to be quietly bickering with one another before they faltering at the sight of the oncoming Ravenclaw. She set both plates down on the coffee table, flashing a meek smile in their direction once she straighten her spine.
