❝ 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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FOR AS LONG AS SHE COULD remember, even before the unraveling of truth and deceit in her fifth year; and even back when she was known to the world as a Carrow instead of a Black – Rebecca only really ever wanted one thing; a family. She had dreamt and wished for the family she never had. The one with both her parents present and accounted for, that would love her unconditionally and would be there for every accomplishment. For a hoard of siblings, both sisters and brothers, to tease and mock and to love just as much. She wanted the cliché, the overused, and the classics – it's the same reason she'd lose herself into an abundance of novels. If she couldn't have it in reality, then she'd just picture herself into the stories she read instead.
Rebecca had clung to music, to poems and literature, to reciting quotes and writing and viewing art; because she desperately didn't want to be alone. Despite her affliction to physical touch that still came to surface every now and then, she knew the truth about it all. She had grown so accustomed to being alone. She had placed physical touch into the con side of her mental list, because she had never had a nice experience with it. She never understood how a gentle touch to the shoulder, a small squeeze of the elbow, could be so reassuring.
And then she had met the Weasley family.
The boisterous, loud, and loving family of nine that would always stick up for one another, despite it all. She had gone to school with each of them, at 11, watching from afar how Bill welcomed his younger brothers behind a face of faux annoyance. The way Charlie picked on Percy in good nature, then both of them sharing a moment of studying together for Care for Magical Creatures. Or how the twins first greeted Ron in the Great Hall, cheering loudly at his sorting into Gryffindor. Then Ron, despite being the awkward little thing, still smiled brightly and clapped as Ginny was sat atop the stool with the Sorting Hat atop her own head just the next year.
It had filled Rebecca with envy. She saw green and tasted the bitterness. It was all she ever wanted, and she felt as if she were doomed to live a life without it. Thankfully, with a lucky twist of fate, she had met Remus Lupin. From Remus, she had reconciled with Sirius, then Andy, and Ted, and Nymphadora. She had Lyall. Her family began growing at the drop of a hat – and while times became tough, too difficult, and plenty annoying – she still felt relieved. Happy for the fact she had parents to argue with, and for them to still love her at the end of the day.
And even if she didn't, if all Hell had broken loose – she still had Fred Weasley in her corner. The rambunctious ginger that had once gone mute at the sight of her, his tongue catching in his mouth before he could even speak.
He had introduced her to a new world, inviting and slyly coaxing her in to stay. A world full of nee loving gestures; of lingering touches and surprise kisses and hugs – red, rosy cheeks and dimpled smiles. Fred Weasley was her novel sprung to life. He spoke with the words that she had once dreamt came from Mr.Darcy, protected her like a gilded knight, and he made fun like a swashbuckling pirate that scooped her away for adventures. So, it was really no surprise that when she began to fall for him, she fell hard and she fell fast – only to be caught and wrapped up in his safe, warm embrace with a signature grin.
