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hiddendrabbles · 3 years ago

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...i might need a part three to the whole freddy and birthday cake situation EXCEPT! Now it's the reader's bday! The company was nice enough (surprisingly) to not give them as much work as a normal day so they could at least enjoy their birthday. And Freddy decided to surprise them with a cake! And instead of the usual insults and madness people would give him, reader just claps and appreciates him!! + Bonus points if Reader brings their friends/family to the pizzaplex and he performed in front of them, all of them are being so nice towards Freddy and for some reason the kids are mad at you for being able to spend time with him everyday!

I'm sorry i just really wanna comfort the big guy😔😭

birthday cake w/ glamrock freddy pt 3

oh ho ho! it’s here!!! sorry for the wait! ENJOY <3

tagging others who requested something similar! @thescorpionrodriguez

It was almost time! Giddy, you practically skipped into the bathroom, clutching your extra clothes to your chest. Your party started soon, and you were eager to get to it. In record time, you changed out of your work uniform and into what you brought in. As you checked your reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t help but grin.

For previous years you never made a fuss about your birthday. But now, it was special. Sure you’d see family, have cake, open a few presents and you’d get to go home early. What you were really excited about however, was surprising Freddy. You’d booked him for your party for free after pulling some puppy dog eyes on a few people. He didn’t know he’d be joining you, but you knew the bear animatronic would be absolutely delighted.

A grin seemed to be permanently stretched across your face as you mingled with friends and family. Congratulations and hugs, and kisses on your cheeks were given to you freely. Family members with younger kids thanked you profusely as well for holding your party at your workplace, knowing that the option of having their own parties there would be out of their budget. You waved of their offers of contributing money towards what they were sure would be a big bill.

Fazbear Entertainment offered their employees a basic party package for their birthday, but most declined and took it as a paid day off. You, however, had been actually been looking forwards to this party for once. Befriending Freddy changed your views on birthday parties to something positive. What you were looking forward to the most was singing Freddy’s praises to your family.

Your younger cousins were all happily running around with their Freddy Fazbear plushies you’d gotten them as past gifts. He was their favorite. How could he not be? You were constantly telling them stories of the lead singer of the band. They crowded around your legs right at that moment, demanding to know when Freddy would arrive. Crouching down, you decided to set some ground rules.

“He’ll be here when we all finish our pizza, ok? Now- wait! Before you run off let’s go over some things.”

You waited for their nods before continuing.

“Awesome! When Freddy comes out, we’re not going to run at him. We have to be patient.”

Adding extra emphasis at the last word, you waited a few seconds for that to sink in.

“We’re also not throwing anything at him at all, understand? That hurts his feelings. We don’t want him feeling sad do we?”

Cries of outrage met your words for even suggesting they would ever throw something at their animatronic idol. You smiled and ruffled the hair of the closest cousin. They were good kids, you just wanted to be thorough.

“Alright, run along and finish your pizza so I can call Freddy to come visit.”

Loud cheers accompanied clapping caused you to chuckle as they scampered away. It was a white lie, Freddy was arriving in ten minutes whether they finished their pizza or not. You took that time to clear off the table that was meant for the cake with the help of some family members. Carefully, you set a party hat with the name ‘Freddy’ on top when it was clean. You and a few of the younger kids had put it together for Freddy to wear at your party. He’d love it, you were sure of it.

The familiar sound of the back door opening caused you to look up. He was here. Since you were near the cake table and not wearing a birthday pin you knew he wouldn’t be looking your way. Freddy stepped towards your cousins who had all eagerly come up to greet him. He was so careful with them, offering hugs and pats on the head, but you could tell he was confused.

“I am so glad to meet you all! It appears none of you have a Birthday Buddy pin on. Has it been misplaced perhaps?”

The youngest of your cousins stepped forward and grabbed one of Freddy’s fingers, slowly pulling him towards you. Your heart melted at the sight of him hunched over to accommodate to her size as he was lead. Pulling your phone out, you quickly snapped a couple, maybe a dozen, pictures.

“Where are we go- oh, superstar!”

Freddy had finally caught sight of you leaning back against the cake table, a wide smile on your face. He felt the grip on his finger disappear and heard little footsteps scamper away. Straightening up, he made his way over to you, noting your lack of uniform but still not understanding.

“Are you here as a guest? Or- oh!”

You presented him with his handmade party hat, interrupting his train of thought.

“It’s my birthday, big guy! Here, we made this for you.”

Freddy was frozen for a second, he feared he may be experiencing a glitch. There was so much to process! It was your birthday, you had booked him out of everyone, you made something for him on your day, he hadn’t gotten you anything-

“…Freddy? You ok?”

Placing both hands on his arms, you tried turning him away from the view of guests, also fearing he would start glitching. Was this a bad idea? Had he not wanted to be here?

Surging forwards, he pulled you into a big hug causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Oh superstar I had no idea! Thank you for having me here as well! This is amazing! Let us join the others, it is time for your song.”

Grin back on your face, you let him lead you back with his hand wrapped around yours. He sang his song, and now finally you were allowed to sing along with him. You stayed tucked into his side as he sang and opened his stomach hatch to present the cake to everyone. There were loud cheers for Freddy and you could see him practically glow with happiness. When appreciative comments were made about the design of the cake, you proudly informed everyone that Freddy himself designed each cake. Before cutting the cake, you rushed back to get Freddy’s handmade hat and carefully placed it on his head with a smile.

When phones were pulled out for pictures, he tried to slip away to give you the spotlight but you refused, wrapping an arm around him.

“You stay right where you are mister! I want a picture of us- of all of us to put up on my fridge.”

After everyone had their pictures taken with both of you, you sighed and leaned against Freddy grinning up at him and opening your mouth to say something before a quiet huff drew your attention. Your cousins had gathered around you again and were pouting.

“Problem, kiddos?”

“It’s not fair.”

You blinked in surprise.

“What isn’t?”

“This is your job! You get to spend all day with Freddy, and you get money for it!”

Laughing, you look up at your favorite animatronic bear fondly as he ducked his head shyly.

“I am pretty lucky aren’t I? Well, if you guys want awesome jobs like me, you have to eat all your vegetables and do your homework. That’s how I got this job, y’know.”

Freddy spoke up, startling you slightly.

“I am also extremely lucky to be working with my best friend. Not everyone is as kind as you all have been to me, I have had so much fun today.”

You could feel your heart turn into a gooey mushy mess at his words. Spinning around, you wrapped both your arms around him, pressing your cheek to his chest. The kids around you joined in and Freddy was in a group hug. He felt safe.

How could he not with you always by his side.

#fnaf #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #my writing #it’s hereeeeeere #ok i wanted this to end here #but i kinda want to write more of these two hehe #birthday cake mini series

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fany-the-bunny · 3 years ago

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Glamrock Freddy is possessed by Crying Child (Theory)

Ok so, i've been seeing a lot of theories about Glamrock Freddy lately, some where they say he's possessed by Michael and some where he's possessed by Henry, but what if he's not possessed by none of them?

Just listen to me, Freddy doesn't seem to have much of the characteristics of either of them, in one of Fnaf's (Survival Guide) books Michael seems to be a bit bitter and sarcastic, which doesn't sound like anything like Freddy who is sweet and friendly. He shasres more similarity with Henry, since he has a great paternal instinct with Gregory and you can see that Henry loved his daughter Charlie a lot (even though he was quite irresponsible in leaving her alone in the pizzeria) but I don't think it can be Henry either because if it were Henry he would probably recognize Burntrap or the Fnaf 6 pizzeria, but the only things Freddy says is that he has been there before, and that she has brought him there before (the monologue is very long so I will not repeat every word).

Freddy says that his friends are down there, that they are very angry and that he has changed a lot over time. This monologue doesn't make sense if Freddy is possessed by Henry or Michael, as he doesn't refer to William at all, which is something I'd imagine Henry or Michael would had mentioned (like "i've been here before, i worked in here" or something like that)

But then, who would be possessing Glamrock Freddy?

Well, there's only one character that ended up popping into my head with this question: the crying child from Fnaf 4

You can see in Fnaf 4 that the crying child has a great affinity with Freddy (specifically with Fredbear) and during the minigames he also meets some children who could be the missing children who had been killed by Afton (.Possibly friends of his) other than one of the stuffed Fredbear's words before the boy passed away is "you're broken, I'll put you back together".

One theory I saw is that William would be saying this, but I actually think that would be one a spirit of some sort speaking to the crying boy. Maybe a spirit was possessing Fredbear's plushie or would William have put a remnant into the bear during his experiments, or the plushie don't talk at all and is a representation of William! Who knows? All we know, is that there's something wrong with Fredbear's plushie, se just don't know what is. And if we take the theory that Golden Freddy was possessed by both Cassidy and the crying child. Perhaps his spirit was tired of Cassidy's control and decided to stop William once for all, starting with Vanny and then Burntrap, he then possesed Glamrock Freddy and helped Gregory trough the night as some kind of redemption (no one was there for him, no one protected him from the animatronics, now he is going to protect someone in need from other animatronics) and in the end, he helps Gregory escapes and get rid of William Afton, hopefully once and for all.

Probably when he talks about someone bringing him in the pizzaria, he is talking about his mother bringing him to his birthday party, when he is talking about his friends, he is probably talking about the souls traping into the Blob (wich i believe are the children who gets killed in the Fnaf 2, cause we still didn't know if they got peace) and when he says "i am not me" is referring to him changing from a coward crying boy who blindly obeys Cassidy orders to a protector who can end all of this (probably also saying that he is not Golden Freddy anymore)

There are still others clues, like Glamrock Freddy saying that he wants to protect Gregory (possibly because Crying Child spirit wants Freddy to do this) and the fact that Crying Child appears without a head in the Afton family dinner table in the sewers, and guess who also lost his head in one of the endings? Glamrock Freddy!

Then in conclusion, Glamrock Freddy is possessed by Crying Child who wants him to protect Gregory and end all of this, Freddy don't know about that and is not like Crying Child can indeed control every Freddy's action, but can give him his memories and sensations, sorta like the OG animatronics work you know? But anyway that's just a theory (a GAME theory)

If you have other theories put in the comments

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf theory #fnaf security breach #fnaf crying child #fnaf glamrock freddy

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mrxcreepypasta1991 · 3 years ago

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For: @toxic-and-the-gang

New Muse!

Fredbear and Friends (Part 1)

Toon Freddy

Alias: Freddy Fazbear

Species: Bear

Subspecies: Animatronic

Gender: Male

Sex: Straight

Affilation:

• Fazbear Entertainment

• Fredbear and Friends (1983 TV Show)

Wife: Unknown (Extra Muse)

Kids: Fred, Fredd, & Feddy aka The Freddles (Extra Muses)

Bio: Toon Freddy is 1983, Nightmare Freddy is 1995. When Fredbear & Friends TV show was around, customers started asking if there would be animatronics of new characters introduced. William agreed that there should be animatronics of them, but Henry & Alice didn't, saying that it was too early to start expanding yet. Despite their statement, William started working on animatronics of them of his spare time, but tried to keep their designs 'cheaper' than Fredbear and Springbonnie. He showed the finished products to Henry and Alice, but they still said no. They were left to live in William's basement for years. When the first Freddy's is opened, they were moved into the basement of the Pizzaria. The Marrionette offered to fix the damage that age had done to them, but they denied the offer, saying that if they die from faulty wiring, then they die from faulty wiring. Even after Fredbear's 'death', they stood by their word (he said the same). Freddy specifically, in the show, was the father of 3 triplets, who they only ever referred to as 'The Freddles'. It's never said who the mother is. Toon Freddy himself was actually quite lazy and arrogant. He wasn't evil, but he wasn't exactly good either. He was just neutral. The only reason he went along with the others is that the Freddles liked going on adventures with their uncle Fredbear, and Freddy couldn't argue with them. The only reason has sharp teeth is because his square teeth is because his square plastic ones came off after years, revealing the sharp tooth-like pins holding them in place. Same goes for his fingers.

Gallery:

Nightmare Freddy (1995)

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holidaywishes · 4 years ago

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Let Me Help You

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: can you do an imagine of freddie taking care of you while your dying from excruciating cramps. like you’re so in pain you wanna cry and freddie literally goes crazy doing anything to make you feel better??!!!

Warning: fluff

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this is coming out so late, anon. I didn’t start my song prompt fic until later in the afternoon and then I couldn’t decide whether or not to write it as smut or fluff. I chose fluff, obviously, so I’m sorry if that’s not what you were hoping for, anon, but it’s just the direction I went in! Either way, I hope you enjoy it and know that my asks are always open! Stay Golden, loves! ❤️

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” you screamed as your cramps took over your senses “AHHHGGG”

“WHAT?” Freddie yelled as he ran downstairs to find you on the couch, “what’s happening?”

“I’m dying!” you answered, holding your stomach

“You’re not dying” he scoffed

“DO. NOT” you growled in return, “I am in soooo much pain that I can barely breathe right now. Don’t you dare tell that I’m not dying. I don’t care if you think I’m being dramatic. I’m dying! I need you to suffocate me so I don’t have to feel this anymore...”

“I’m sorry, babe” he cowered

“AHHHHHHHHH-ha-ha-owww”

“What can I do?” He asked, sitting on the end of the couch carefully

“I don’t know” you whined

“Tell me.. I’ll do anything”

“Just kill me,” she said through laboured breathing, “just kill me now. I can’t do this anymore. Every month this happens but it always hurts. So much.” He got up quickly and ran to the kitchen before running back upstairs and you scoffed at his dismissal, falling back onto the couch when he ran back into the kitchen, “FREDDIE!” you shouted, annoyed at his constant moving, “STOP SCUTTLING!” he re-emerged after a few minutes with a hot pack and a teddy bear that your dad had given to you when you were little

“Do you want any chocolate? Anything special?”

“Oh my god,” you cooed, starting to cry at his sweetness, “you’re so nice to me”

“(Y/N), baby...”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Baby, can I get you anything?” He asked again, “do anything?”

“Pizza,” you said, “crispy thin crust pizza. Then Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for dessert, any kind, all the kinds. And maybe we can make a milkshake!”

“Done. I’ll order the pizza now and go grab all the stuff. I’ll be back as soon as I can okay?”

“Don’t!” You called when he turned his back, “be too long!”

“I won’t” he smiled, kissing your forehead before he left. Your cramps rushed over you again, leaving you in cold sweats and you had never been happier for a hot pack in your life while you waiting for Freddie.

“Oh god oh god oh god” you shouted as your cramps tensed your stomach; Freddie better be on his way back by now.

Freddie’s P.O.V

You hated seeing (Y/N) in pain, physical or otherwise, so you tried to help her the best you could; even if it was only getting chocolate and junk food. When you got home, you found your girlfriend on the floor

“Oh my god!” You yelled, throwing the bags of candy on the floor and placing the pizza on a nearby table, “(Y/N) what happened?!” You helped her up to her knees

“I couldn’t get comfortable on the couch, so I stood up and started walking around,” she explained, “but the pain was too much. Like it was so much that I just kind of keeled over and brought the pillows and the blankets to the ground with me”

“Well I guess we’re gonna have a pizza party down here!” You smiled and she brought her hand to your cheek

“I love you so much”

“I love you, too,” you added, “you wanna make a Fort?”

“Like a pillow Fort??” She asked happily, “I would love to! But I can’t move”

“That’s okay,” you whispered, kissing her cheek, “you eat some pizza and I’ll reheat the hot pack.” You rushed to the kitchen to put the small bag in the microwave, impatiently waited for the machine to beep. “Here take this,” you pressed the hot pack on her stomach and pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I’ll be right back”

“Wh—” she scoffed

“I won’t be long,” you interrupted, “just stay here.” You rushed upstairs to string some lights on the ceiling and throw up some sheets, making sure they stayed on the top of the bed posts and throwing as many pillows on the bed with a few extra blankets before you ran back down the stairs

“FREDD—” she started but stopped when she saw you, “oh, what’s going on?”

“Feeling any better?”

“No,” she whined, “I’m still dying”

“Alright” you smirked, heading over to where she laid, eating pizza on her stomach, contorting your body to join her on the floor

“What were you doing upstairs?” she asked and you shook your head as you bit into a greasy a piece of pizza

“It’s a surprise”

“No” she said simply, making you chuckle

“Yes“

“I wanna know!”

“You will,” you replied, handing her another piece of pizza, “just not right now” she growled at you, pushing the box away from her as another round of cramps took over her and she shouted out in pain.

“I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!” she yelled, throwing the hot pack away from her, “this stupid thing isn’t working! Help me, Freddie, please!” you stood up, grabbing the bags of junk food from the door before circling around the table to pick her up

“Come on, baby,” you cooed, “let’s go get comfortable upstairs.”

You laid your head on Freddie’s shoulders as he carried you upstairs, trying not to scream in his ear as your cramps came over you again.

“It’s alright, love” he cooed, your face buried in his neck as he opened the door. He made his way to the bed, outstretching his arm to move something so he could set you on a pile of blankets and pillows

“Whoa” you smiled, holding onto your teddy bear to try to keep your pain to yourself

“Like it?” he asked

“I love it,” you smiled, “is that what you were doing? Making this all for me?”

“I thought you’d be comfier up here,” he admitted, “than down on the floor...”

“Thank you” you said, holding out your arms for him to lay on top of you

“How’s your pain?” he asked, kissing your forehead as he sat up on his forearms. You were still in indescribable pain but his body weight was taking some of it away; his pressure was better than any remedy

“Better” you answered

“Can I do anything?” you shook your head and kissed his nose. The two of you lay there for a while in bliss before he moved off of you to stare up at the lights with you, holding his hand and smiling whenever he brought your hand to his lips; when you huddled over on your side as another round of cramps rocked through your body, leading a tear to fall from your eye for the first time all night. “It’s really bad today, huh?” he asked and you nodded before he turned you onto your back, “let me help you, love”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do, baby” you cried

“Let me try” he mewed, placing his legs on either side of you, and placing his hands on your chest for a minute before you whined again

“Freddie” you clenched your eyes together, your hands finding his wrists and squeezing them. When you opened your eyes, you saw his sad eyes looking down at you as his hands messaged your sides

“Shhh” he hushed, his palms flattening across your stomach so he could push down to alleviate your cramps and, much to your surprise, it was working exceptionally well. You let out a moan and he stopped, “am I hurting you?”

“No, no,” you said softly, “no it feels really good. Keep going...” he smiled and did as he was told, moving his hands from your stomach to your thighs to message them and recirculate the stimulation somewhere else in your body. You didn’t even noticed when he lowered his body weight back onto your body until he kissed your neck and his hands drifted to your sides, holding onto your body tightly as he kissed your neck. Once your breathing started to shallow, you felt him chuckle against your neck and he sat back on his shins to finish messaging your stomach

“Feel better?” he asked and you nodded as you bit your lip

“Can you do that all the time?” you giggled

“If it will stop the screaming pains,” he laughed, “then yes. I’d be happy to.”

“You’re really good at it” you said, trying to flirt but only half feeling it

“I try”

“’Atta boy” you laughed. “Thank you for doing all this,” you gestured to the room, “it’s amazing”

“I love you and I hate seeing you in pain. I would do anything for you”

“I know,” you smiled, pulling him down to lay a peck to his lips, “I love you, too. I would do anything for you when you need it”

“Good to know”

“Good to know” you repeated his words teasingly before he started to tickle you and you shouted out for him to stop because you didn’t want your cramps to start again. He fell onto the bed on his side and you turned onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him

“You’re beautiful” he said

“You’re so handsome” you replied and kissed his cheek before running your hands through his hair, “I love you.”

“Love you, too, babe” he cooed and you tucked yourself into his side before looking back at the lights on the ceiling, soon falling asleep against his chest.

#Frederik Andersen #Freddie Andersen #Frederik Andersen imagine #Freddie Andersen imagine #Frederik Andersen fic #Freddie Andersen fic #Frederik Andersen request #Freddie Andersen request #NHL #TML #Hockey #masterlist #the other masterlist #requests #request

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ickle-ronniekins · 5 years ago

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protection

request from anon: Hey, can I have some protective Freddie please? I could really use some in my life right about now 💕

request from anon: Hi! This is my first time requesting! I absolutely love your writing it’s so cute 🥺 and makes me blush 🥺 could you possibly write a protective!fred x reader? I loved the one you wrote. Maybe where Draco tries flirting and is quite persistent with the reader or sum. Doesn’t have to be Draco but he was the first character that came to mind. Please 👉👈🥺 Ty! Have a lovely day

request from anon: Hey! Your stories are amazing! Any chance I could request some Freddie fluff at bill and fleurs wedding please?! And maybe some protective Freddie when it gets to the death eaters bit…

word count: 2k

A/N: okay so we’ve got a lot going on here—we’ve got protective fred, jealous fred, wants-to-get-his-fiancé-alone-asap fred, we’re a mess of emotions here pals lol. i have so. many. requests. and i had a bunch asking for protective!fred plus also some fluff at the wedding. i did make the persistent male someone @ the wedding instead of draco but i hope you guys still love it!

tag list: @mintlibri @seppys-return-to-madness @how-do-life-does @fopdoodledane @fredd-weasley @iprobablyshipit91 @semmelsemi @cottageoflove @laneygthememequeen @snakesonaplane-7 @lupinsx @keoghans @helloallthethingsilove @bobduncanlover @dreamer821 | message me if you’d like to be added, loves!

“Think we could just.. skip the wedding, perhaps.. stay up here for the evening, run away tomorrow morning, find a little cottage somewhere and grow old together?”

You laugh softly and push playfully on his chest. “Freddie—”

“Doubt mum would even notice,” he replies, gently running his thumb across your cheek and down your neck, across your shoulder blades, over the goosebumps rising on your arms, “she’ll be crying the entire time, anyway. C’mon—” he jokes, pulling you closer to him, “we won’t be missing much, will we?”

“Don’t let your future sister-in-law hear you,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “Promise we’ll have some alone time later. You’ve to help the guests when they arrive. Also—you, sir, promised me a few dances, don’t you remember?”

Fred pauses and considers this for a moment. “You sure you want me to embarrass you like that? In front of all these people, no less?”

You laugh again, letting him twirl you on the spot in the middle of Ginny’s bedroom. He tightens his grip around your waist and begins to slowly lean from side to side, careful not to step on your feet. He stifles a bit of a giggle when he notices you watching. “Yes, my love, I want you to embarrass me—for the rest of our lives.”

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George, Bill, and Charlie are a few drinks for the worse at this point. The summer heat is dying down, the sun has completely set behind the hills in front of the Burrow. Fred, dancing horrendously next to his twin in the middle of the dance floor but doing his best to pace himself, holds out his hand to you and pulls you into him.

“I love dancing with you,” he says against your ear.

You hum appreciatively as he squeezes your hips and spins you on the spot, and you both glance at Mrs. Weasley in the corner grinning emotionally at all of her sons and their dates on the dance floor. You turn back to Fred and shake your empty drink at him. “In need of a refill, are we?” He grins lazily at you and you say after placing a hand softly to his cheek, “Be back in a jiff, darling.”

You feel a body appear next to you as you approach the table. You turn; a strapping young man in dark colored robes grins at you and sticks out his hand to introduce himself. It’s firm; his smile brightens more when you take his hand in yours and tell him your name.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you reply, turning back to pour yourself another drink.

He takes you by surprise and asks, “Care to dance?”

“Oh, I’m flattered—” you’re nearly tripping over your words now, a bit stunned at how forward he is. You nod to Fred in the middle of the crowd again, “I’ve actually, erm, got to get back to my fiancé.”

“Fiancé?” he asks with wide eyes, but still—there’s something rather flirtatious in the way he’s eyeing you; it doesn’t seem as though he cares at all that you’re engaged. He inches a bit closer. “Young girl like you, already tied up? Shame, really.”

It’s as if this comment alone calls out to Fred like a signal of some sorts, because before you know it, you feel a hand snake itself around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Fred is there; his eyes have darkened slightly, something you’ve noticed happens in bouts of jealousy. His lips form a thin line; it’s always odd to you when Fred becomes irritable, jealous, angry, when normally, he’s the one who’s always having a laugh.

“Can I help you?” he asks, squaring up the man across from him. You can feel his fingers tighten around your hips and it’s hard for you not to laugh at the tickle it’s causing. You clear your throat in an attempt to suppress your laughter.

“You must be the fiancé.”

“Right I am,” Fred says proudly, taking a swig of his drink. He nods in the direction of a few tables on the other end of the tent, “believe there are a few veela looking for a bloke to have a dance with if that’s what you’re interested in; but this beautiful woman,” he turns to you and grins, “is taken. Or have you chosen to ignore the ring, mate?” You peer down quickly at the sparkling ring on your left hand, and back up at the men in front of you.

“You speak for her?”

You place yourself in between the two of them, now both looking like they’re ready to duel, or worse—kill one another; you squeeze Fred’s hand and say to the other, “No, he doesn’t. Once again, I’m flattered, but I really think it’s time you leave. Wouldn’t want to cause a scene in front of the bride and groom,” you say through gritted teeth, “right?”

A bit embarrassed, but mostly a little on edge, he backs away and heads toward the other end of the tent, sipping rather moodily on his drink. You suck in a deep breath and turn back to Fred, whose eyes are still dark.

“I don’t like him.”

You smile cheekily at him. “You don’t say. Ever met him before?”

“N-no,” Fred replies, taken aback by your teasing, “but it doesn’t matter. Did you hear him? ‘You speak for her?’ What a complete git.”

You pull him close to you and whisper against his neck, “You jealous, love?”

“I’m not jealous,” he replies tersely. He swallows thickly when your grin grows larger before continuing, “I just don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“Yeah?” you ask, “like how?”

“Like he’ll fall in love.” Fred replies, moving your hair gently out of your face.

“Yeah, well, he can fall in love all he wants,” you tell Fred now, pulling gently on his tie, “but he’s not the one who gets to take me home, is he?”

You know you’ve said the right thing; Fred’s lips curl into a sensual smile and he bites down on his bottom lip, probably to keep himself from jumping on you right then and there. He hums appreciatively before nipping at your neck, “Oh no he isn’t.”

— -

You’re both gently gliding along the dance floor, the soft sounds of harps and piano floating through the air between the guests. Then suddenly, there are a few audible gasps coming from outside the tent where the aurors are standing guard; Fred is tightening his hold around you, a bluish white ball of light shoots through the tent, landing right in the middle of the crowd, only to take the form of a lynx.

And Fred is grabbing your hand tightly, pulling you toward his brothers, and aurors are shouting directions at everyone, and Lupin is rushing the tent when suddenly, black hooded figures enter unannounced and uninvited, the screams of guests and the quick whipping sounds of others Disapparating are filling your ears.

You grab your wand from the pocket of your dress, watching as Harry, Ron, and Hermione Disapparate as Lupin shouts, Bill rushing to protect Fleur at all costs, Fred and George back to back as they shield you and Ginny from any spells or curses headed your direction.

Someone’s shouting angrily about the whereabouts of Harry Potter, Mrs. Weasley is yelling in horror, Lupin is firing spells left and right. Ginny hoists herself on top of a table, Mr. Weasley is dragging her down, George grabs your arm and screams “no!” as Fred closely misses a stunning spell by mere centimeters. Fred pulls you and Ginny together and moves you in the direction of a table. “Under here!” he screams, the force of his weight bearing down on you both.

“No!” Ginny yells, tears streaking her face as, undoubtedly, thinks of the safety of her loved ones. This time, it’s Charlie who’s pushing her down, attempting to shield her yet again, from any spells or curses aimed for you both.

“Let me out!” you scream and push passed Charlie and into the arms of Fred, whose eyes are darker than usual, concern plastered across his face.

“It’s too dangerous!” he yells before wrapping his arms around you and forcing you behind him, only to hit another Death Eater with a stunning spell. It’s as if his words alone are enough to sober him up. “You need to get back—now! Where’s Ginny?”

“No!” you yell over the screams of the guests, “I’m not leaving you!”

Your words are drowned out by the sounds of cries, mock laughter, explosive balls of light, and the crumbling of debris around you as a spell hits you and sends you flying backward, slamming into chairs and tables and nearly knocking you out cold.

And in a half conscious, half awake, barely breathing, horrendous state, you catch glimpses of George shielding his sister, Death Eaters being knocked back by the others, Fred’s tear soaked face as he slings an arm around you and pulls you up from the floor, until before you know it, you’re Apparating Merlin only knows where.

— -

You’re watching from the entrance of Shell Cottage as the sun begins to rise, Fred next to you, asleep on your shoulder, the sound of his breathing like a soothing balm to your soul. Suddenly you feel a blanket wrap around your shoulders and peer up at George, who smiles softly and places a gentle kiss to your forehead before retreating back into the house. “Breakfast should be ready soon.”

“Thanks, Georgie,” you say. Your voice is hoarse in your ears; it sounds strange. Like it’s not even yours. Fred stirs for a moment before fully waking, his eyes bloodshot and tired and weak, only having slept for maybe twenty or so minutes.

There’s silence hanging in the air between you both. You swallow a few times—your throat is extremely dry, it feels like you haven’t eaten or had anything to drink in days. It’s scary that it’s only been a few long hours since the wedding.

“It’s really happening now, isn’t it?” you ask suddenly. The words sound foreign in your mouth. Fred lifts his head in surprise, peers at you solemnly for a moment before squeezing your hand.

He watches a few tears escape your eyes. “Yes,” he replies, and still, it seems so strange to see him in such a serious, stoic state. It makes you feel off balance. You don’t like it. You shudder for a moment and wiggle your way closer to him under the blanket. “But I promise to do everything I can to protect you.”

You wonder, selfishly now, if maybe you should take up Fred’s offer from the day before. Run away, find a small house somewhere far away, grow old together. You wipe a few tears away with your sleeves before turning to face him. You can see tears welling up in his eyes, to. But it’s not long before he’s making you smile and you’re letting laughs escape your lips with no effort. “But we’ve just got to finish this, haven’t we? Reckon those slimy Death Eaters don’t stand a chance—”

And yes, he’s making you laugh, and he’s grinning broadly at you, but the memory of last evening’s events, and the thoughts of events to come, hover over the both of you like a storm cloud ready to release the rain. His voice is a bit shaky when he tells you softly, “We’ll be okay, you know.”

“I hope so.” you reply.

“Besides,” he continues, taking your hand in his and examining the still sparkling ring, “I promised to embarrass you for the rest of our lives, right? Our wedding being the prime spot for it!”

“You’re ridiculous, you are.”

“Yeah,” he replies, kissing your forehead, “but you still agreed to be my wife, anyway.”

And soon, Bill is calling the both of you for breakfast, Ginny is bringing you both steaming cups of morning tea, marking the start of a new, stranger beginning as you both peer in front of you, once more, at the blending of sea and sky.

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Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams. All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air And playing, lovely and watery And fire green as grass. And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away, All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars Flying with the ricks, and the horses Flashing into the dark. And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all Shining, it was Adam and maiden The sky gathered again And the sun grew round that very day. So it must have been after the birth of the simple light In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise. And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long, In the sun born over and over, I ran my heedless ways, My wishes raced through the house high hay And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs Before the children green and golden Follow him out of grace. Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. [Quando ero giovane e ingenuo sotto i rami del melo Presso la casa piena di canti e felice perché l’erba era verde, La notte alta sulla valletta stellata, Il tempo mi lasciava esultare e arrampicarmi Dorato nei bei giorni dei suoi occhi, E fra i carri ero il principe onorato delle città di mele, E una volta oltre il tempo sovranamente feci trascinare Alberi e foglie e orzo e margherite Lungo i fiumi di luci dei frutti abbattuti dal vento. E poiché ero verde e spensierato, famoso pei granai Intorno all’aia felice e cantavo perché il podere era a casa, Al sole che soltanto allora è giovane, Il tempo mi lasciava giocare tutto d’oro Nella misericordia dei suoi mezzi, e verde e d’oro Ero mandriano e cacciatore, i vitelli cantavano al mio corno, Sulle colline le volpi latravano, limpide e fredde, E la domenica lenta risonava Nei ciottoli dei sacri uccelli. Per tutto il sole era un correre, era bello, i campi Di fieno alti come la casa, le melodie dai camini, era aria E giuoco, allegro e fatto d’acqua, E il fuoco verde come erba. E a notte, sotto le semplici stelle, come io Incontro al sonno cavalcavo, i gufi si portavano via la fattoria, E per tutta la luna, beato fra le stalle, udivo il volo Dei caprimulgi e dei mucchi di fieno E i cavalli nel buio come lampi. E poi sveglio e la fattoria tornava, come un vagabondo Bianco di rugiada, col gallo sulla spalla; ogni cosa Splendeva, era Adamo e vergine, Il cielo s’addensava nuovamente E il sole tondo nasceva proprio in quel giorno. Così dev’essere stato, appena creata la luce, nel primo Spazio rotante, i cavalli incantati uscendo caldi Fuori dalla nitrente verde stalla Verso i campi di lode. E fra le volpi e i fagiani onorato presso la casa ridente, Sotto nuvole appena create e felice quanto il cuore durava, Al sole che più volte era già nato, Percorsi le mie strade sventate, i desideri Correvano tra il fieno alto una casa, Né mi curavo, nei miei azzurri traffici, che il tempo non concede, In tutti i suoi giri melodiosi, altro che pochi canti mattutini, Prima che i fanciulli verdi e d’oro Lo seguano fuori della grazia. Non mi curavo, ai giorni bianco-agnello, che il tempo m’avrebbe portato Nel solaio affollato di rondini con l’ombra della mia mano, Nella luna che sempre sta sorgendo, Né che nel sonno cavalcando l’avrei udito volare Insieme agli alti campi e mi sarei svegliato Nel podere fuggito per sempre dalla terra senza bambini. Oh, quando ero giovane e ingenuo nella misericordia dei suoi mezzi, Verde e morente mi trattenne il tempo Benché cantassi nelle mie catene come il mare.]

Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill [Colle delle felci]

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