For Connect the Weasleys – Bill/Molly – Crash
For Song Fic boot camp – Crash by You Me at Six – Prompt: Mother
For Twelve Days of Christmas – Write two canon fics – 1/2
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Just crash fall down,
I'll wrap my arms around you now,
Just crash it's our time now
Bill came into the room his eyes sore from fighting hot tears. He could no longer stand in the room full of people he loved crying. He stood in the kitchen trying to keep himself together, he had to, for his mother, for his father, for his younger siblings, for his unborn child, he had to be strong. Stronger than everybody else. He took a deep breath clutching his hands on the bench top until his knuckles were white.
This was not fair; nothing about this day was fair. Nothing about the war that his family had to suffer through was fair. The fact that he had to be strong was not fair. He felt the tears pool along his lashes, threatening to escape. He could not let that happen, if it did he would never piece back together.
He took a deep breath fighting them away, but it was not working, His fingers were hurting from clutching against the bench top. He was angry at Tom Riddle, at Voldemort, at his brother for fighting when he should have been hiding. Before he could fight against his anger, Bill pick up the fruit bowl placed neatly on the bench and sent it flying into the door.
That felt good, too good, he grabbed the next item on the bench, a porcelain vase and threw that against the wall too. Soon everything from the bench top was getting thrown across the room. He could not focus, his anger had engulfed him. He grabbed the last item on the bench, a glass; he raised it above his head ready to send it flying. Then he felt a soft touch against his arm, he looked down to see his short and sweet mother her eyes brimming with tears and her face solemn, but she didn't say anything.
Bill lowered the glass back onto the bench and clenched his fists together against the bench.
"Bill," Molly soothed her voice soft and caring. Bill felt the tears brim against his eyes; he blinked trying to fight them back. "Come here," she said pulling bill around to her, she wrapped her arms around his middle, and Bill hugged her back tears coming faster now. "You have been so strong for us," she soothed.
"So have you," Bill squeaked his voice breaking against the tears.
"Now it is our time to cry," she sighed and Bill felt his shirt slowly get soaked in tears. He had never seen his mother cry, and he probably never would again, but that was enough to let the tears flow down his face. His mother's arms were always the best place to fall apart, because she always knew how to put him back together.