❝ 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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FRED WEASLEY HAD WOKEN up drenched in sweat again, much like he did for most nights ever since May 2nd. His chest heaved heavily, spurts of warm air escaping his parted lips and eyes stinging with tears as the echos of his own screams rang in his ears. The terrors raged on within his mind – flashes of crumbling walls and broken stones invading his vision as he rapidly searched the darkness of the room. His hands clenched at the duvet draped over half his body, turning his knuckles white as he took in staggered breaths between muffled cries into the palms of his hands. His sudden jolt up had Rebecca immediately stirring, not but seconds later; she had forced her sleep-crusted eyes open and pulled herself to sit up once she flicked the bedside lamp on.
"Freddie, it's alright," She instantly began to whisper softly, slowly reaching out a hand to set it atop his own, gently peeling his clenched fingers from around the duvet, "you're okay – you're home – nothing is going to hurt you."
"Look at me," Rebecca gently turned his dampened face to her own, searching his tearful eyes and running her thumbs over his tear-streaked cheeks, "it's over – everything is okay now," Meeting his eyes, she nodded slowly, repeatedly running her thumb over the swell of his cheek, "You're okay."
Fred wasn't able to bring himself to speak, his hiccupy breaths catching his tongue before he could even begin to murmur the apologies he had for waking her up again. She paid him no heed regardless, already knowing the reason for the suddenly guilty expression across his face. Instead, Rebecca leaned herself back, guiding his frame towards herself. Propped up against the double pillows, she rolled back the slouchy cotton shirt she wore to bed, showing off the large swell of the baby bump to the cold early-morning air. As if he were drawn into it like a magnet, Fred immediately curled right up against her side, draping his arm over the warm skin and letting out a shaky breath of relief.
He had only needed something to remain grounded – to bring his mind out of the past and all the trauma from the last year and make him remember just where he was. Fred took immediate comfort in the rhythmic thumps pushed against his gentle hold; in his child's movements right under an opened palm and the even breathing of his fiancée. His eyes instantly began to droop down, his eyelashes fluttering as his breathing slowed once more. His tensed figure finally began to relax against the mattress again, and their bodies molded together like clay; side by side and radiating nothing but warmth and comfort.
*
Morning broke not but a couple hours later, the bright golden hues of the day beginning to seep through the pulled curtains and spreading warmth across the room. And Fred had woken up alone. His heart nearly dropped out of his chest in fear at the realization, his eyes scanning the length of the bed and around the room. The bathroom door was left ajar and he immediately felt himself calm down – remembering that Rebecca had grown the habit of leaving it open each morning after she had gotten ready. With a small, sharp intake of breath, Fred pulled himself to sit up. He eyed the walking stick beside their bed in distaste – sepia eyes narrowed and glowering as he slowly lowered his feet down to the rug-covered floor.
