❝ 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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ON CHRISTMAS MORNING, all the occupants of The Burrow had woken up nearing noon due to their late night shenanigans and numerous drinks. Like every year, each of the Weasley children and Harry woke up to a stuffed stocking at the end of their beds – and like the last two years, both Scarlett and Rebecca had woken up to one as well. Though, unlike all the others, the latter didn't take to opening and rummaging through the wrappings and gifts the second she woke up. Unsurprisingly, Rebecca was already downstairs when the others were just waking – sat on the small, cushioned, bench window and peering out into the gardens and rising sun with her knees tucked to her chest.
It was when two hands set gently atop her slumped shoulders, sending a sight jolt of surprise skidding down her spine and out towards her limbs – that her head snapped up and shifted her eyes away out of the dazed stare from the swirling azure sky. Rebecca tugged out her earbuds, the loud music still echoing out of the tiny speakers as she fumbled to tuck them away into her pocket. Fred stood behind her, his eyes flashing in momentary concern before he shuffled around slightly to settle into the small space at her side. She eyed him casually, flashing him a small smile before raising a silent, questionable eyebrow.
He hesitated for a moment, seemingly finding his words and fiddling with the hem of his newest Christmas jumper, "Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Rebecca questioned in turn, tucking her Discman away into her hoodie's pocket and untucking one of her legs from beneath herself to let it dangle over the bench seat; her sock-clad toes brushing over the hardwood floors.
Really, she knew exactly why he was asking. Just the day prior, after his rejection in the flat – and even whilst amongst everyone enjoying the holiday spirit – it wasn't hard to notice the couple had hardly stood by one another for the entirety of the night. Both them at opposite sides of the room, talking, laughing, and drinking with anybody else but each other. Rebecca honestly didn't think Fred would even notice the absence from his side – he seemed too busy playing drinking games with Bill and hiding from his mother. Even when everybody was beginning to retire to their rooms, he was long gone upstairs while she saw her fathers off into the night, promising they'd return in the morning and with her final goodbyes and wishes for them to pass greetings and cheer to Lyall.
"Just wondering," Fred finally spoke up, insisting quietly before giving a lazy shrug, his eyes now set across the room on the tall glimmering tree, "are you going to get dressed?"
"Yeah." was all that Rebecca replied with, hesitating for a short moment before tugging herself to stand up and make way for the staircase with a smothered sigh.
She passed Bill, George, and Scarlett, on the way up the stairs, flashing them each a smile and quiet words of holiday cheer before continuing on swiftly. Fred stayed rooted to his seat by the window, his eyes following after her retreating figure before it vanished from view and he caught his twin's gaze instead. George was already looking questionable, concern and curiosity swirling in his chestnut irises as he tried to read Fred's crestfallen features – silently trying to pry him open like a book to gain all the answers to his unasked questions.
