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Guys I’m so sorry for the late uploading but O had lost my phone and I just got it back I’m terribly sorry i promise ill make it up to you guys.

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Gabriella always AMAZES ME so its ur turn to be amazed

Chapter 1 - Worst to Best Birthday Surprise | TRP

Summary: Y/N’s birthday starts off at its worst, but it ends at its best.

Warning/s: Mentions of food, use of the nickname “dummy”

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“Finally.” I sighed happily as I closed the trunk that contained all of my things, since it was my birthday today, I decided that the best gift to myself would be heading over to the Burrow to spend the rest of my summer vacation there.

I headed downstairs to the dining hall to retrieve the book that I left there yesterday evening.

My parents, who were talking about the latest controversy regarding the Duke of Valence’s recent wedding, and my sister were there when I got down, I quietly took the book from the table to avoid getting noticed and I was successful in my attempt until my mum suddenly spoke up.

“Come here Y/N, your father and I have something to tell you.”

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Give me fucking requests I’ll do anything

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50 Notes on my first fic celebration wohoo 🎉🎉

Okay my near and dear followers, I need to thank you all for following me and liking my first fic ever posted so we are gonna do something together.

Seeing as there isn’t a lot of you here my requests are fully open for you guys to request anything you guys want i can be fluff, it can be angst (my speciality) or it can be smut ( I’m horrible at it but I’m gonna give you guys what you want) So lets get on with it.

Harry Potter characters:

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Oliver Wood

Percy Weasley

Lee Jordan (underrated king)

Dean Thomas (also underrated king)

Adrian Pucey

Theo Nott

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Tom Riddle

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Young! Lucius Malfoy

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Pansy Parkinson

Lavender Brown Spinnet

Cho Chang

Angelina Johnson

Katie Bell

Alicia Spinett

Lily Potter

Marlenne McKinnon

Mary McDonald

Bellatrix Lestrange

Narcissa Malfoy

Twilight Characters:

Jasper Cullen

Edward Cullen

Jacob Black

Embry Black

Rest Of The Uley Pack

Seth Clearwater (NO SMUT FOR MY BABY)

Charlie Swan

Carlisle Cullen

Emmet Cullen

Alice Cullen

Rosalie Cullen

Leah Clearwater (my wife)

Emily Young

Characters I will not write for and why:

Seamus Finnigan (reminds me of my 3 year old nephew)

Neville Longbottom (not advanced in writing enough to write about this precious baby)

Severus Snape (I hate this bitch)

Old/Current Lucius Malfoy ( don’t get the appeal on him)

Andromeda Black nee Tonks (Not properly informed on her)

Bella Swan (boring.Next!)

Anyone from the Voulturi (I do not remember each person enough to write about them)

Esme Cullen (too motherly kinda weird)

Billy Black (pretty self explanatory)

A/N: If your favorite character is not on either list you can request it and I will choose if I am informed enough to write on them

Take care and keep being awesome!

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Should I make a prequel of my last fic of how it came to be because I was thinking of it last night and idk im kinda inspired

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YOU JUST DON’T LISTEN(F.W)

Summary: Fred’s ex girlfriend writes him a letter to explain the how him using her wrecked her emotionally.

Warnings: angst, like a lot of angst, depressed Y/N, mentions of self doubt, a little swearing, mentions of parents not loving correctly, used reader. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Major thank you to Gabriella @onlyfreds for being an amazing person and encouraging me to write whatever this mess is. I am forever grateful to you

(The font is terrible Im sorry im just getting used to working on tumblr)

Fred Weasley checked the muggle clock on his nightstand. 10:30 AM. His mom will call him for breakfast anytime now. He has been awake for quite some time if he can even count the 30 minutes he tried to sleep but couldn’t, not when every time he tries to close his eyes his mind and eventually dreams are clouded by her. By the last time he looked at her, how devastated she looked, How her face was wet from her tears and her eyes bloodshot red, but the thing Fred will never be able to forget is her voice. How raw and vulnerable she sounded while saying the most horrible thing’s anyone has ever said to him, but he can’t blame her, he has no one to blame but himself because in the end it was he who caused all of this and now its come to bite him in the ass. He hears the door open and his twin brother George enters.

“Mom says breakfast is ready and she wants you downstairs. She says she’ll drag you herself if you don’t show up again today.”

“Tell her I’m not hungry and I’ll come grab a bite later.” I really don’t feel like being surrounded by other people right now. Not in this pathetic state I’m in. Besides it will take me willpower I don’t have to not hex Ron into oblivion.

“Well she will not take no for an answer and I wont either. What’s done is done now and you’ll have to face the world someday so start with your own family because everyone down there is worried sick about you and the least you can do is show your face once in a while so they know you haven’t died of starvation or sleep deprivation.” George has worry written all over him and I’m sure the rest of the family has it too. I feel even more like shit for worrying them.

“Fine. But I come back here if she is mentioned are we clear?”

“We weren’t gonna mention Y/N anyway now lets go moms worried sick for your dumbass.”

Breakfast was going smoothly with Ginny and Ron being exited for Quidditch season, Harry and Bill discussing the unfortunate events of the Triwizard tournament last year, dad asking Hermione about a rubber duck whatever that is, but the most shocking thing is mom asking me and George about the joke shop products. George is doing most of the talking but still the fact that shes even asking is awesome. I was finally feeling peaceful this whole winter break until I heard a hoot outside the window.

“I thought it was Tuesday but since mail is here does it mean its Friday already? Oh how fast time is going.

“No Arthur honey you are right it is Tuesday, Bill or George can one of you see if that owl has the owners name attached to it and bring whatever letter he has here to see who is it for.”

Bill got up from his seat and went to the window next to the countertop to look at the mystery owl. “Do we even know a Y/N Y/L/N?”

The room went quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the owls hoot asking for its treat. Bill seemed not to realise this as he took the letter from the owl, gave him a treat and sent it on its way.

“To Fred Weasley from Y/N Y/L/N… Who’s Y/N is she the girl you’ve been crying over this whole time huh Freddie?” Bill chuckled but I just grabbed the letter. I had no time to even be mad at him because once again my mind fogs up with only her. I couldn’t help but feel relieved and the happiest I felt in a long time. She has forgiven me. Y/N forgave me. That has to be it. Why else would she send me a letter?

“I had a great time with you guys but there’s important matters for me to attend so I have to go to now. Thanks mom the breakfast was amazing as always.” And with that I sprinted towards my room, locked the door and examined the letter in my hands. It was a bunch of them in here. I went to mine and George’s worktable threw some papers that were on top of it to make room for these letters and carefully opened the envelope.

The first thing that I grabbed was a photo. It was a polaroid of me and Y/N on the Gryffindor common room. Happiness filled my heart when I started remembering this night. I looked at the back of the polaroid and surely enough there was a writing on it.

Fred and Yn on the Gryffindor common room at 1 AM the night she turned 17. Listening to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”. Picture taken by major 3rd wheel George Weasley.

Tears filled my eyes when I remember this night. It was the night I looked at her the way I always should have. Not as a replacement of someone who didn’t care about me.

The next one was also a polaroid photograph but this one I don’t remember being taken. It’s a picture of Y/N teaching me how to play the guitar. I can make up that we are in her dorm but not more as the picture is taken in black and white. I look at the back and surely this one also has a writing on it but the handwriting doesn’t look familiar at all.

A drunken Y/N accompanied by a even drunker Fred trying to play the guitar in the middle of the night. If I fail my charms exam tomorrow I’m killing you both but right now you two look adorable. Picture taken by Cho Chang.

The third one is an actual letter. I chuckle looking at the handwriting. Always so precise and not even one line out of place. I always thought Y/Ns handwriting always contradicts her hot headed persona but it’s actually really cute. I start reading the letter and my heart stops.

Dear Freddie,

I can only imagine the shock that receiving a letter from me would cause you right now especially after our last conversation.

But I have a lot to get off of my chest and I wont be able to move on if I haven’t said it all. Call me a coward but I was really scared to ask you to meet me so I can say it in person, but maybe that’s what I have always been. A coward. A coward because I get scared when someone wants to enter my life, a coward because I hate trying new things at the expense of failing, a coward because I should be able to confront people who brought darkness and sadness to my life.

But one thing I will admit Fred Weasley is that I wasn’t a coward when It came to loving you. It was the first time that I let someone come into my life and heart the way you did, and it will probably be the last. Throughout our “relationship” if you can even call it that as it was more of you customizing me to be her, to be someone I’m not. But that’s why you even talked to me is it, because I reminded you of her.

The signs were right in front of me and I feel stupid enough not to have seen them. But I guess people are right when they say love is blind. Love is such a funny thing to me as the first time I experienced the right kind of love was through you. But that was me creating stuff in my head. You didn’t love me no, you loved the idea of me. But I loved you. I loved you more than anything or anyone I have ever loved, I loved everything about you. But you just don’t listen. You don’t listen to anyone around you. Not George, not your other siblings, not Lee or any of your other friends for that matter, not your professors, but most importantly you don’t listen to me.

You didn’t listen when I told you that the love my parents gave me was only because I reminded them of my brother, the love my old friends back home gave me was one of interest. Everywhere I go no matter who I talk to no one will love me for me. I came to accept that until I met you.

You were funny and crazy and brave and oh so gorgeous. You were basically everything I looked for in… well everything. In a friend or in a partner it doesn’t matter. I thought you saw me for who I am. A broken teenager with issues but that at the end of the day was deserving of love. Oh how wrong I have been but no more wrong than you. You knew this but you just didn’t listen.

That makes us both horrible people now does it. Me who thought you were some kind of savior or some kind of saint and selfishly wrapped myself around your love and you who used me because I remind you of your ex girlfriend who broke your heart. But mine is excused I feel like and yours isn’t.

You would have kept me going for who knows how long just so you can live your imaginations you had for someone else.

Did you think about her the first time we slept together?

Was I not enough for you Freddie?

Was I too clingy too soon?

Is it my hot temper that gets the best of me?

So many questions will be left unanswered on my end because frankly, I never want to speak of you again. Sure I am deprived of love but I will not take it if its not directed directly at me.

I still care about you and will continue to support you and George on whatever you set your mind into. I was waking through Diagon Alley last week and saw this little store with a “for sale” sign. It’s right in the middle of Diagon Alley. I hate how my first thought went that you would have loved it but I seem to do that a lot recently.

I’ll get dressed and think would Fred love this skirt or this shirt.

I start applying lipstick and I’ll think will Fred love this color.

I start eating and I’ll think does this look good enough that Fred would’ve stolen a piece of it when I’m talking to Ginny.

I don’t even know why I am telling you this. How pathetic I’ve become clinging into someone that doesn’t want me.

Anyway I’ve probably bored you enough with my ranting but I wouldn’t have been able to move on unless I said everything that felt heavy on my heart. I also attached some photos I thought you’d like to keep seeing as now you can see yourself with Kayla without having the burden to be near me.

Say hi to your siblings and Harry for me.

Have a nice life,

Y/N

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Ughhh I love Cedric with my entire life. Thank you Gabriella for this you are awesome ❤️❤️ congrats again you deserve this and more 😍

Hi love. First of all I just wanted to say we never talked but im so proud ur getting the recognition you deserve because i really enjoy what ever u put out and u are one of the first people I followed here. Now if I can please get a ship that would be great. Some stuff about me: Recently dyed my red hair blonde, people tell me i have anger issues and im a slytherpuff and i love twilight (sue me). Keep being great ❤️

Thank you so much love! This meant so much to me!

I ship you with...

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He would've found your new hair color adorable and he would've helped you out with your anger issues and calmed you down.

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The fact that I wanna post my writing here but get so discouraged because of my need to compare my writing to other people’s on here is so saddening because writing is my biggest passion rn. FUMING

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tis’ the jasper hale stance

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Hello love! I LOVE YOUR WRITING 🥺

I was wondering if you could do 128 on the angst prompt list with Freddie where the reader is the twins’ best friend and she’s in love with with Fred. She watched him ask out Angelina and it breaks her, but can it have a fluffy ended where they end up together? Sorry if it’s too descriptive. 🙃

Thank you so much for your request and for being so patient!! I’ve decided to split this request into multiple parts as fitting it all into one imagine wouldn’t do your request justice!

You can read part 1 here

I hope you have a fabulous week!💕

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PERFECT

The Rise of The Weasley Twins

Chapter Four

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Warning(s):Violence, Guns, Brass Knuckles, Blood, Alcohol, and Kissing.

Summary: 1960’S AU! You, Oliver Wood’s sister, meets one Fred Weasley when he comes to get your brother. Getting close to The Weasley Twins throws you into a life of love, crime, and heartbreak.

Note: This chapter is mostly Fred and George, but you come in at the end!

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Fred whistles as he is walking down the busy street of Diagon, stopping in front of Honeydukes as he looks into the window, smiling as he sees the jar of toffee sitting there. He walks inside, only to come out with a little white bag. As he goes to cross the rather unbusy street, a car comes speeding down the road, heading towards him. Fred freezes for a moment before rushing to the side walk, throwing his hands up as Snape and Draco speed past him. He swears under his breath before looking down at the sweets in his hand before walking off.

Fred is hunched over while eating his food, Adrian sitting across from him also eating his food. The quiet chatter of the muggle restaurant they picked to meet at filling the silence between the two.

“Merlin might have been great but he wasn’t a muggle.” Adrian speaks through a stuffed mouth.

“No?”

“Nope, was a pureblood but he loved ‘em, Arthur and the lot. He was deeply impressed with those dirty cunts.”

“Now all that’s left is whiskey, pumpkin pies, and butterbeer.”

“And democracy, Freddie, don’t forget democracy.”

As Fred goes to speak, there is a loud explosion as the door wall near the two men explodes from a van driving through it. Adrian and Fred lose each other in the debris, the only noise now in the restaurant being a running engine. Fred stumbles towards the van, ripping the door open and looks inside to see a brick laying on the gas pedal. He whips around to glare at Adrian, only for the other man to scream out of rage.

“The Green Basilisk sent Marcus Flint to call a truce.”

George and Fred are sitting across from each other in a little cafe, having breakfast together when Marcus and Vincent Crabbe walk in. Before the two men could get to Fred and George they are stopped by Ron, Cormac, and Dean.

“Whoa, easy there. That is close enough, mate.” Ron puts his hand on Marcus’ chest.

“Just here to talk.”

Crabbe flicks open his little pocket knife while sneering at the ginger, “I’ll mark you, Traitor.”

“Nah. Let ‘em through.”

The three men step aside and let the other two walk past them, following close behind them as Marcus addressed the twins.

“Things’ve gone far enough. Adrian wants to meet. The Three Broomsticks. Neutral ground, just him, Theo and you two.”

“How do we know it's safe?” George asks while side eyeing the two men in green.

“Safe? There’s a little thing called trust, try giving it a go.”

“When one man starts to talk about trust, look over your shoulder and you’ll see another getting ready to shove his cock right up your ass.”

Marcus curls his lip up, “you would like that, wouldn’t you, you lanky poof?”

George rolls his jaw while pulling a gun out from his trousers only for Fred to reach across the table and push his arm down.

“No, Georgie, not here.” Fred looks towards Marcus, “an hour it is. Now, piss off.”

Marcus gives George another sneer before turning to head off with Crabbe with Cormac and Dean seeing them off.

Ron drags a chair to the twin’s table. “I’m not liking this, Freddie.”

“I know that pub and I know them. We’ll be alright.”

As Fred and George walk into The Three Broomsticks, there are a few dozen people there. They both size up the crowd before heading to the bar, Fred knocking on the counter and holding up two fingers.

“Two butterbeers, please.”

“Just a minute, gotta go down and change the barrel.”

Clearly scared, the barman rushed towards the little door that leads to the cellar and as the trap door closes above him, four of the customers rush out of the door. This leaves eight of the Green Basilisk members, all of them coming to circle around the two brothers, each holding different weapons. Some with crowbars, pipes, and Crabbe with a razor.

Crabbe walks to the front, addressing the twins. “Fred, George, Adrian and Theo were unexpectedly engaged. We’re going to look after you.”

“What’s that supposed to be?” George nods towards the razor.

“What do you think? It’s a tool.”

“No it’s not; it’s a fucking utensil. What are you going to do with that, fry me a sausage?”

Clearly agitated, George reaches into the pockets of his dress coat, pointing them towards the man. This makes Crabbe freeze in his spot, his eyes wide and stuck on the pointed objects that are still confined in the other man’s pockets.

“I came here for a shoot out. A proper shoot out with some proper men!” George turns towards Fred, “Fred, this is fucking nonsense.” He turns back towards Crabbe, “move, out of my way.���

Still pointing the gun like objects, George waves the men to move out of his way, making his way to the door. He turns back to the men, his teeth clenched as he shakes the guns to prove his point.

“A shoot-out is a fucking shoot out!” He spits a little as he screams at the men before calming down. “Like a western…”

Once he leaves, one of the Basilisk men close the door behind him before they all turn towards Fred.

Crabbe speaks to the seemingly bored man. “Your brother’s done a runner.”

“Mind if I pour myself a pint?”

Crabbe looks back at the men with an incredulous look, all of them shrugging, just as confused as him. He shakes his head and looks at the redhead once more.

“Adrian said to knock the granny out of you, Freddie.”

Fred takes a sip of his whiskey, “did he? Well.” He faces Crabbe. “Fuck Adrian Pucey. And Theo Nott. Fuck Marcus Flint. And Draco Malfoy. Fuck you, hmm? And fuck the whole fucking lot of you.” Fred sniffs his glass before holding it up, “first pour about the first three quarters. Then let it settle.”

The Basilisk men step in closer as Fred sets his glass carefully on the bar counter, all readying their ‘tools���.

“Before you top it off, you want the head to look proud over the glass.” Fred turns back to them after his little speech, his hands going into the pockets of his dress coat, rocking on his heels like a schoolboy. “It won’t bother you cunts if I fight back, yeah?”

“If you think you can manage,” Crabbe taunts.

“It won’t be by the rules,” the men laugh as Fred pulls out his fists, both adorning brass knuckles.

As the other men have a laugh, clearly not intimidated by the weapons, Fred smirks as he sees it. George sneaking up behind one of the men, having entered through the other door, holding hammers in both hands.

“You think I’m joking? Try this joke. A paranoid schizophrenic walks into a bar…”

George brings the hammers down on the man in front of him, making the other’s flinch down. Fred doesn’t wait to swing his firsts at Crabbe, his brass knuckles becoming red as he keeps the damn near unconscious man up with the uppercuts.

“When the Weasleys fought together, they could defeat an army. Style-wise it was chalk and cheese, but you couldn’t argue with the results.”

It doesn’t take long before the twins meet in the middle, all eight Green Basilisk men on the ground behind each of them. Happy with the results, Fred turns towards his Fire Whiskey once more, taking a sip before turning towards George, who is whacking one of the men over and over.

Adrian is in a dark room and watching his little TV.

“Gang war seemed certain, but on the morning of the World Cup Final, Scotland National Team had its say as well.”

Adrian leaps out of his chair as the seeker catches the snitch on the screen, cheering loudly. “HE’S GOT IT!”

As Adrian goes to sit back down, the door is busted open and police file into the door, pointing their weapons at the man.”

Just outside the foggy window of Adrian Pucey’s flat, you and Fred are leaning against his car. His hands gripping your waist to hold you close to him while your hands are cupping his jaw, your lips pressed against one another’s as you kiss. Kissing as if you two have never been more starved for anything in your life.

“Adrian Pucey was arrested and sentenced to 25 years for fraud, extortion and grievous bodily harm.”

You pull away and look up at Fred with a dazed look, taking him all in as he does the same to you. Both of you catching your breath before leaning in for more, wanting nothing more than to be consumed by one another.

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Really exited for both of these.

After chapter 4 of TROTWT, I might write that Oliver x Reader x George where Oliver let’s you sleep with George but only if he’s in the room 🥴

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If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you're on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.

As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.

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The Rise of The Weasley Twins

Chapter Three

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Warning(s): Sexuality Talked About, Slight Sexual Talk, Torture, Electricity Used As Torture Method, Whipping, Threats, and Drinking.

Summary: 1960'S AU! You, Oliver Wood’s sister, meets one Fred Weasley when he comes to get your brother. Getting close to The Weasley Twins throws you into a life of love, crime, and heartbreak.

Note: THIS CHAPTER IS HEAVILY FILLED WITH TORTURE!

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Fred is holding your hand and is guiding you through a little wooded area, telling you to be careful for stumps and roots. You can hear the voice of Rufus Scrimgeour mixed with slight skips, being played on an old record player.

“We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the schooling grounds.” As you get closer to a little orange caravan, you notice the voice is coming from inside. “We shall fight in the forests and in the streets. We shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.”

Fred helps you down a little slope while calling towards the caravan, “Georgie! Come on out, you’ve got visitors.”

The voice of Rufus stops with a screech and the door of the caravan swings open, walking out is George Weasley. His hair is slightly messy and his clothing disheveled, he is trying to look presentable with a half tucked shirt and wrinkled pants. He smiles at his brother and you, motioning you two over.

“Hello, Y/N. Welcome to the family, dear.” George glances at Fred, whose face is turning slightly red. “I mean, one day.”

Fred nods to the orange caravan, “got some whisky in there?” When his twin nods, he turns towards you and kisses your hair. “You two get to know each other and I will be right back.”

Your eyes follow him as George puts a little pot over a fire, “some tea, Y/N?”

You walk towards the fire and sit down across from the man, thanking him softly as he hands you a tea cup.

“Think we look alike?”

“Of course.”

“Nah, you think Freddie is beautiful and I’m not.”

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to think of what to say, only for your thoughts to be cut off by Fred’s voice. “Go get our shit or something! Be useful!”

A dark skinned male comes tumbling out of the caravan, smiling sweetly towards you and George as he heads off towards the car you arrived in. Lee Jordan, the man George is madly in love with.

George’s eyes trail after his lover before looking back at you, “I’m a homosexual, Y/N.” He notices your eyes widen slightly, “now now, I’m a giver not a receiver mind you. I believe you shouldn't hide what you are, it makes you sick; it makes you unwell.”

“I agree with you on that, George.”

“Me and my brother are going to rule Diagon.” Before you can make a comment, he moves on with the conversation. “Do you eat raw eggs?”

“I, I do not.”

“You should.”

“And why is that?”

“It makes you good at sex.”

As Fred walks out, you are staring at George with shocked eyes and agape mouth.

“My brother-in-law never knew what was considered a decent conversation.”

Colin Creevey hangs upside down from the ceiling, two electrodes clipped to his nipples. Marcus Flint glares at the hanging man, the prosecutor. Adrian Pucey is sat at a table, the Minister. Blaise Zabini and other gang members are the ministry members. Theo Nott stands by a hand-crank-powered generator that is attached to the electrodes.

“The Weasleys’ main rivals were the Green Basilisk of South Diagon. They were called the a torture gang.”

Marcus speaks while standing in front of the panicking man. “For the benefit of the ministry, on whose behalf were you operating on this side of the alley?”

As Marcus starts circling Colin, the hanging man starts begging and crying out to Adrian. “Please, Adrian, I’m begging.”

“No. You do business with the ministry as an entity. Therefore address the ministry as a whole.”

“Wha-” Before Colin could finish, Marcus whips across his stomach with a leather belt.

“Minister. By saying ``Minister” you gain the ministry’s attention and open a channel of communication.” Adrian explains the rules.

Marcus rounds to the front of the man once more, “again. On whose orders are you operating on this side of the alley?”

“Adrian, please! I ‘ave no clue what you’re talking about.”

Adrian’s lips curl as he bands a pipe wrench down on the weak table in front of him. “Order in my ministry!”

Colin cries out again as Marcus whips him with the belt once more before the prosecutor moves to the side for the Minister. Adrian walks up to the shaky hanging man, pushing him slightly to make him swing back and forth.

“You’re in Knockturn, young son. That’s what you mudbloods call south of the Diagon, isn’t it? Knockturn? What are you doing on my reservation, without my say so, filling up your bag from my fucking garden?” Adrian steps slightly to the side for Marcus.

“You don’t have your own basket to do that on your own? Who do you work for?” Colin doesn’t speak.

Adrian nods to Theo, “buzz him.”

“Objection, Minister, my client is an upstanding citizen.” Theo speaks, acting as the defense of Colin.

“Objection overruled on the grounds that it's boring.”

Theo shrugs and cranks the generator, a loud buzzing sound ringing off the walls of the dirty warehouse they are holed in. Colin’s body shakes, as he is electrocuted, his mouth drooling as it hangs open.

Marcus squats and screams at the man, “The Weasleys’! Say it! Say their name!”

“No leading the witnesses, Flint.”

Theo eases off the generator, slowing down the electric shots. Adrian also squats down and gets face to face with Colin.

“You’re scared of the wrong outfit. And now you’re on the wrong side of the alley and the wrong side of me. You’ve fallen foul of the Traitors. And you know what Purebloods do to mudbloods, don’t you?” Adrian leans towards the sobbing man’s ear, whispering some sort of threats.

“The Weasleys! I work for the fucking Weasleys!” It works.

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[nobutfredweasleytho]

I just found out I haven’t reblogged this wtf is wrong with me. Anyway gangster Weasley twins is where its at. Luv u Jordy

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Chapter Two

[nobutfredweasleytho]

Im legit gonna cry everytime i see this

Hi darling I adoreee you and your writing. That Rise Of The Weasley Twins wait is getting me all hot and bothered. Anyway I started writing this fic soo can i request a 📝 you reviewing the plot (its quite okay if you dont)

Ever since her first year at Hogwarts Diora Moon and Fred Weasley's bickering was heard by everyone who possessed ears. They would go at it in the halls, in class, The Great Hall and basically everywhere their eyes saw each other. Students and teachers found it really amusing but after their second year everyone grew tired of it. This bickering especially grew tension between best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter seeing they hated his brother and his cousin not getting along. But fate and karma always find their ways and soon enough Fred and Diora find themselves in a situation where they have to at least be friendly with each other. Will they menage? Or will they fall apart leaving people that care about both of them having to choose?

Basically toxic Fred Weasley.

Awww, thank you so much! <33

📝- Send me a fic and I will give my honest review of it

I struggle with OC work but this sounds beautiful because as I have said, I love me some toxic love sometimes. I love the tension ugh! I can tell this will be great 

[nobutfredweasleytho]

@babyjordy said my work is gonna be beautiful im legit cryingggg FUCKKKK