Weasley Twin Imagines

Not Now. Not Ever. // F.W. [BLURB]

It's the struggle for breath that wakes you up. It's the sudden feeling that you're drowning, falling closer to the bed of whatever river, sea, ocean you find yourself struggling in.

It's that wakes you up; what drags you from the safe confines of sleep.

Panting, you drag in a new lick of oxygen, savouring the sweet taste of fresh air.

The nightmare was unexpected; an experience not something you would rush to repeat. Refusing to think of such a thing, you sit up in bed, brushing your damp hair back from your face. Your hand shakes as you complete the action, but steeling your nerves, you tell yourself to calm down, to think rationally.

But the fear lingers. It's that that makes it hard to place your head back on the pillow, makes it hard to think about closing your eyes.

"Babe?" Fred's voice whispers in the dark, "What's up? Why are you up?"

His voice is hoarse with sleep, sending a rush of shivers through your body, completely unrelated to the terrifying nightmare just experienced.

"Nightmare," You answer breathlessly, close to tears from the fright.

"Want to talk about it?"

You shake your head. "No, I just want to go back to sleep."

Fred pats your pillow, inviting you to lay your head back down, to settle for the night. "I'll hold you until you drop back off."

Releasing a shuddering breath, you move into Fred's open arms. They wrap around you; the strength in them contributing to your feeling of safety. A hand brushes through your loose hair as the other hooks around your waist, keeping you lined up with his body.

The lingering fear form your nightmare still races through your veins but as Fred hushes you with sweet words and kisses to whatever piece of skin he can reach, you can feel the terror begin to abate.

At one point, Fred's arms loosen. Just enough to shift to comfier position but the fear comes rushing back, your heart beginning to race and not in the way it usually does when Fred smiles at you. In a small voice, you plead with the redhead, "Please don't let me go."

A shocked silence punctuates the room as Fred's strong arms hold you tighter. "I'm never letting you go," He states firmly, placing kiss after kiss to your forehead. "Not now. Not ever," He promises; his voice strong even as sleep claims him.