I'm Thinking Of Bringing This Series Back

I'm thinking of bringing this series back

Would it be troublesome for you to make a part two of the little gem story ?? I would really appreciate it 😄

Thank you for requesting .

Pairing Weasley twins x reader

Pt 2 of the little gem story

You were annoyed to say the least . “ I’m not some priceless jewel for you the both of you to take!” Y/n said. “We know that little one we just didn’t want you to get hurt.” Fred said . “I was safe at Hogwarts where I belong. “ I protested. “ You don’t know?” George asked. “ I don’t know what?” I asked. “ Dumbledoor was killed.” Fred replied. “No……” I said. “ this has to be some kind of cruel prank that the both of you are playing on me.” I said. “I’m sorry love but it’s not “. George said. " You are safer here with us." George said. “ ok but I want actually food sometimes and not just the fish you catch when you’re both in your animagus form.” I said “ fine.” Fred said. “ Also the fish isn’t that bad.” George said. “ George it’s raw fish plus your in dragon form when you bring it to me so there is usually dragon spit on it so I have to wash it about 5 times before actually cooking it.” I said making a disgusted face making the twins laugh. “ Alright I’m getting kinda tired of fish too. Plus I want to show you are joke shop.” Fred said. “You have a joke shop!?” I questioned. “ yup”. Replied George.

Y/n now on the back of one of twins in dragon form. “ Are you sure this is safe? I mean what if someone sees you?” I asked. One of the dragons just snorted. “ Right you can’t talk in dragon form I almost forgot.” I said. We landed just away from Diagon alley because we didn't want the twins to get spotted. The twins transformed back into humans and Fred covered my eyes. " Fred what in Merlin's name"? I asked. " We want it to be the first thing you see and if you're eyes are open it won't be the first thing you see. " Fred replied. You felt like you had been walking for hours but was really just a couple minutes. Fred uncovered your eyes.

" It's beautiful......" I said

Ok would anyone be interested in my yandere Hogwarts mystery head cannons

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Fred Weasley x fem! Malfoy! Reader

[Soulmate AU]

Summary: Y/n has dreamed of finding her soulmate ever since she was little, but would her soulmate love her for who she was, not only a werewolf but a Malfoy as well?

Warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, violence, scars, kissing,

a/n: Slytherin and werewolf reader, no Voldemort AU so the first war never happened, long one 8k+ words so get cozy I hope you enjoy xx

Joey Taggart, Jessica McConnell and Timothy Greengrass are my OC’s.

Soulmate rules: Scars and busies you have show up on your soulmates body, when you turn 16 you can talk to them by writing on your hand, but writing your name doesn’t work, nor does blood status after a law passed by the ministry 

Bold italics – Fred’s writing, italics – readers writing

Masterlist | Fred Weasley Masterlist

There were two things about you that made you scary to the average witch or wizard, one everyone knew, you were a Malfoy, a pure-blooded Slytherin, the second only a secret few knew, you were a werewolf.

Your mother and father did everything to ensure what you were remained a secret, lucky for you, your family was as rich as they came making the task easier. Your godfather was excellent at brewing potions, every month he would brew your potion for you both while you were at Hogwarts and over holidays.

Due to always having access to Wolfsbane potion you didn’t have many scars and most were along your torso along with a bite mark on your hip from the original attack. At school, your parents paid to have your necklace charmed, creating a kind of shimmer around you, hiding the scars and any future ones in case they were inflicted in a place visible. The necklace was illegal as it hid your soulmates marks as well as any messages from them but your parents didn’t care, it was common practice in pure-blooded society anyway.

The idea of soulmates was a dream for you ever since you first found out about them. Until that point you knew one thing about yours, they were clumsy, always seeming to get small cuts or bruises. You couldn’t wait until your 16th birthday, when you could write on your hand and actually speak to them. Unfortunately, that dream became a nightmare during your 3rd year.

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Proposal- Arthur Weasley

Pairing: Arthur Weasley x Reader

Characters: Arthur Weasley

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 638

Author: Charlotte

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I'm thinking about re writing little gem so it's longer and better

ok but if you do a fred weasleyx plus size!slytherin!reader, i would love you foreverr. and like, if it could be a soft enemies to lovers (something like she "heard" him calling her fat or whatever) and she now is a baddy... you know what, i just described myself here lol but thank you! and congrats!

Sorry [F.W.]

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Plus size!Slytherin!reader

Summary: Fred and you used to be best friends until he broke your heart.

Warning: cursing; body insecurities

A/N: I loved this request so so much! The fact that it’s a plus-size reader that is not in Hufflepuff is the best part for me, because, besides the fact that it’s already hard to find plus size reader to hp fanfics, they are always Hufflepuff. So hope you guys like it! (my gif!)

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Usually, Fred would avoid all the female acts happening around him, but today, he couldn’t just pass by. He was coming from Herbology when he heard the familiar voice from a girl Fred rather much ignore and he was doing just that when he heard a second voice follow.

“Give it back, y/L/N,” said the voice he recognized from Alicia Spinnet.

“Oh, come on, Alicia; just let me finish, okay?” Fred could visualize the smirk coming from y/L/N’s lips. “...‘dare I say it was one of the best dates I’ve gone to this year. Hogwarts men used to be better’. Oh, poor Alicia, huh? No boy enough fancying?”

“That’s enough, y/L/N. Give it here,” Alicia tried again, unsuccessful.

“Can’t stop now, Alicia, just so close to ending... Let me see, where was I? Oh, ‘maybe I should give Fred a second chance’. Such a sweetie, aren’t you, Alicia?” the mean girl’s voice failed slightly towards the end of the reading, but she managed to recompose.

That was enough for Fred to hear.

He turned around, getting back to the corridor that headed to Gryffindor’s entrance.

Just as he pictured in his mind, y/N y/L/N and her gang had cornered Alicia Spinnet, who could only watch while the girls read Alicia’s diary — one of y/N’s goons held the poor Gryffindor’s wand.

“Stop it, y/L/N. Give her wand and her diary back to Alicia, okay?” Fred ordered, making himself seen and heard.

The Slytherin girl’s eyes went from the diary in hands to the ginger boy involuntarily, and you struggled to hold the smirk. 

“What makes you think I’ll obey you, Weasley?” replied y/N, working very hard to make Fred’s last name sound ridiculous in your accent.

“Just do it, y/L/N, I don’t have time for your childish acts.”

Fred was rolling his eyes when your laugh stopped him. She used to have a beautiful laugh, Fred thought to himself, remembering a time before Hogwarts. Well, it’s not only her laughs that have gone to waste...

“Fred Weasley, the king of stupid pranks, calling me a child? Really?” this time, all your goons followed laughing. “Anyway, here goes, Alicia,” you tossed Alicia her diary with no consideration, what so ever. “I’ve read everything. Keep me updated, will you?” you chuckled.

“My wand,” Alicia reminded, stepping towards the Slytherin next to you, who held her wand. The taller girl exchanged looks with y/N, who just shrugged in response, so the goon ended up giving Alicia her wand back.

Fred held Alicia back by her arm, trying not to grab it too hard. Alicia stopped and looked up, blushing right away. Fred decided it was best not to mention he had heard the diary reading — mainly because it was about their date last Saturday — and he just asked if she was okay. Alicia nodded and walked away.

“When are you gonna stop?” Fred asked y/N once Alicia was gone, and y/N’s two goons had stepped away, enough for them not to hear Fred.

“Fred, take care of yourself, okay? Let me be me,” you said, sighing angrily and avoiding his eyes.

The ginger boy watched as you walked away with heavy steps as if every step away from Fred required you to fight a battle with yourself.

“I would,” he answered, in a whisper, feeling defeated. “But that’s not you.”

***

Fred Weasley was accustomed to your little fights all over the castle, picking, generally, Gryffindor girls and especially the ones most people would consider “the prettiest”.

Not many people overlooked your acts — they always thought you were like this because life was probably hard at a chubby girl, principally one from the high society. Your two best friends, or how Fred liked to call them, your goons, knew all about how your mom was a monster with you because of your weight.

Fred used to know everything about you and your mom in a not so distant past.

You lived near the Weasleys, and, being just nine months younger than the twins made you three grow up close. They were your best friends until they had to leave and go to Hogwarts.

You waited patiently for your time to go to the school and finally be with the twins all the time again, but they completely ignored you once in Hogwarts.

You tried your hard to be around, but they pretended they couldn’t hear you calling in the corridors. They got up from the tables and left when they saw you approaching. And then, one day, probably tired of your stupids attempts, Fred shouted at you in front of the whole Gryffindor table:

“Leave me alone, fatty!”

Those words echoed in your mind for days and days. Sometimes, even now, barely six years later, you still could hear Fred calling you fatty. And it hurt extra hard because it was your best friend, and it was Fred, the one you secretly fancied since 10.

You never tried approaching Fred — or George, for that matter — ever again. You started over in Slytherin, looking for new friends. You had to wait for your second-year when Sabrina and Jennifer got to Hogwarts, and they accepted being your friend right away. 

They never bothered with your weight, and they hexed everybody that ever dared to say something about it. 

Sometimes, you could see the old Fred and George in Sabrina and Jennifer. Sure, if they were shorter, female and blond.

Just being a Slytherin and hexing the ones who spoke ill of you and your friends didn’t make you the bitter girl you became — it was, again, Fred’s fault.

It began with laughing at the pretty girls around the school, preferably the ones Fred would smirk to in the corridors between classes. Then, when Fred started to snog around, you began torment these girls.

It was fun at first, but now, when you had just messed with Alicia Spinnet for going on a date with Fred, you weren’t as happy as you’d have been one year ago.

“Told you it was not a good idea,” said Sabrina when you sat down in the couch in the Slytherin common room, next to her. “Those girls are innocent.”

“And what? I’m not?” 

“You are, but not when you mess with them!” pointed out Jennifer. She’s the one with the shorter temper from all of you. “I mean, it was fun while doing it, but now, we’re just baddies bored.”

There was a minute of silence before you spoke again.

“What was I supposed to do? Just be quiet and watch Alicia fall for Fred?” you sighed. “At least now she won’t have the guts.”

“That’s just pure evil,” said Sabrina. You rolled your eyes, nudging her jokingly.

“You should ask him out,” said Jennifer and not only you, but Sabrina also stopped breathing and stared at Jen. “What? We three know that’s the only permanent fix.”

“As if he would say yes,” you frowned and chuckled, but that just hurt your feelings a bit more.

“He could,” pondered Sabrina, backing Jen up.

“Do I have to remind you what he called me?” you instantly got up from the couch and stared down at your best friends.

“We remember. But Fred was only twelve, y/N,” pointed out Sabrina, always seeing the good in everyone.

“And you were kinda annoying,” added Jen.

You showed Jen your tongue before leaving them in the common room. Your brain was working hard with opposite thoughts — a part of you wanted to go and confess to Fred and apologize for mistreating all the girls he ever liked. But you knew that you were too proud to do that, and it wasn’t like he was going to magically welcome you with a kiss, either.

It had been a long time since you two were best friends. Sabrina was right — Fred changed; you changed. No longer are helpless children, who fled at dawn to find themselves in the lake hidden in the forest near their homes.

You both grew up, and whether you wanted to or not, you moved on.

You learned to confront your mother — even if she still drives you crazy, prescribing crazy diets that she heard about in the Muggle world. Fred achieved his personal brilliance — he no longer lived in the shadows of his older brothers, much less wanted to imitate them, as he used to say.

What your best friends didn’t know; what really scared you was that maybe you didn’t love Fred anymore.

Something, in the depths of his soul, said that the silly redhead, who did everything to stop you from crying and that used to give you his own sweets, even when he really wanted them, was still there. But when you bumped into the halls, and your eyes met, Fred looked more and more unrecognizable.

***

“So... Alicia wonders if you’re gonna ask her out again,” George informed his twin as soon as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.

“Huh?” Fred mumbles, noticing he had been zoning out.

George moves around in his seat, trying to copy the path Fred’s eyes made to his twin.

“I think the answer is never,” George says calmly, chuckling with himself. 

“What’re you talking about?” Fred demands, a bit too harsh than he should’ve been.

“Alicia wanted a second date with you, it appears. But you don’t,” George finally explains, getting a piece of bread from the board in front of him. “You don’t do second dates; should’ve just told her.”

“You know me,” Fred sighed, not really wanting to keep the conversation going.

“When are you going to talk to her?” George asks, without raising his eyes from his food.

Fred turned to his twin, confused. But his performance doesn’t last — Fred knows it’s pointless to hide something from George. Many times, George understand what’s happening with Fred before himself realizes.

“I don’t know what to say,” Fred babbled, frustrated with himself for being so stupid and letting things get this bad.

The two Weasley are staring across the Hall, looking at y/N as she eats her lunch, unaware of the boys staring at her. And that isn’t a first — you are always unaware of boys gazing at you.

“I don’t think there’s something in need to be said other than an apology. From both parts,” said George, raising just one brow. “I think you two just need each other; to be at the presence of one another.”

“As if I can just stumble on her and stay there,” Fred rolls his eyes.

“You could try,” George shrugged.

Fred stared at his twin was last time, knowing would be pointless to say something else.

***

“Here comes the fatty,” laughed out loud Blaise. 

Involuntarily, you cringed. It was as if every year learning to deal with bullies had disappeared; it was like you were ten again and running scared of the bad boys.

Blaise Zabini had something against you, or so it seemed. It wasn’t the first time he had offended you, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. And it hurt more when the offence came from him because he was a handsome boy. It always hurts the most when it comes from pretty boys.

“Can’t skip a meal for your own good, can you?” he laughed again, nudging you with his shoulder while passing through you to get to the Slytherin table for the last feast of the day.

“Shut it, Blaise,” a voice came from behind you — strong, powerful, commanding.

You slowly turned around, ducking even more when you notice who was the owner of the voice. Not that you had any doubts before turning — you could recognize Fred’s voice miles away.

“What did you say to me, Weasley?” Blaise turned too, with an angry look. Two friends of his came closer.

“I said for you to keep you fucking mouth shut,” shouted Fred, clearly losing his temper.

You stared at the red-haired boy like he was your saviour. You didn’t need it, but sure as hell was nice to know you had one.

Blaise came forward, but Fred got to his face first, punching it right in the middle. Blaise cried, running his hands thought the bloody mess his face was now.

Blaise’s friends rushed towards Fred, but behind him, Lee Jordan and George fetched their wands and pointed towards the boys, who stepped back for a second.

Fred was rushing to punch Blaise again, but the boys kinda stopped him, while he fought them, wandless. 

You were lost in the chaos, the whole school watching and no teacher seemed to be around to stop it. When you got your functions back, you ran towards Fred, to stop his nonsense, but you weren’t fast enough, and when you pulled him away, the taller of Blaise’s friends had already punched Fred in the eye.

“Stop it now, all of you!” you shouted, and George immediately stepped in front of you, pointing his wand at the boys while you and Fred walked out of the Great Hall’s entrance. Blaise ran out of there too, but he used the other corridor.

Pushing doors until you found one that opened, you shoved Fred inside.

“Sit down, I can’t take a look at your eye like this,” you complained, and without looking at you, he pulled a chair and sat down.

You stepped closer, raising your hand towards his face. He didn’t take his hand off his eye, so you, gently, with your hand, pushed his away.

“Oh, Freddie,” you let it slip, slowly rubbing your thumb over his purple eyelid. At least, he wasn’t bleeding. “Episky,” you whispered, pointing your wand towards his blackeye.

Magic was good because of things like that — his eye was immediately better. Probably not perfect, it would need a small amount of time for the colour to go back to its completely normal. It was no longer purple, but a soft tone of pink.

It didn’t seem like long, although it also didn’t seem like time was passing, you and Fred stared at each other eyes, expecting something apparently, something that never came. An apology? A thank you?

“You shouldn’t have done that to Blaise,” you finally said, sighing before letting the words out. Since you were still standing up, you placed your hands on your knees, an attempt of being on eye-line with Fred.

“He deserved worst,” Fred argued.

“Well, yes,” you shrugged. “But you had nothing to do with it.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Fred asked, raising his tone.

“It’s supposed to mean that you have nothing to do with my business, Fred,” you sighed, suddenly surprised to be the calm one.

“Really?” he raised a brow, trying to find a better spot in the chair. You were about to roll your eyes when he continued. “Because it seems we’re always messing with each other’s business.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” you used his own words against him.

“I think you know,” he said, regretting immediately for having used such a harsh tone. He breathed, stretching his back. “Our paths always cross, even when you try to avoid me.”

“Avoid you?” you asked. “Avoid you?” you raised your tone. “I’m not the one who pushed you away! I’m not the one who decided to ignore you in the corridors when you were completely new in the school — when you knew nobody!” you took your hands out of your knees and stepped back, turning your face away because you knew tears could appear at any moment. “I’m not the one who called my supposedly best friend a fatty!”

You couldn’t see Fred’s face since you were gazing away, bu you heard his gasp and then dozen of attempts to say something, but he apparently couldn’t organize his words.

He couldn’t find an excuse.

“y/N, look, I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can say to fix that, I know. I was a jerk,” Fred said, calling your attention back to him. “I deserve everything you wanna call me because I was fucking stupid. A bloody fool and worse. I was just so naive, trying to impress the Gryffindor table by saying trash to a Slytherin. And then I avoided you and made George avoid you too. You didn’t deserve it — You don’t deserve it.”

You looked back at him, his eyes sparkling with what you thought was the beginning of tears.

“I really don’t deserve it.”

“I know,” he sighed. “So, thank you for... the eye. I’ll be out of your way.”

“Wait,” you stopped him before he even had a chance to get up.

“What?” he looked up, staring deep into your eyes.

You cringed, suddenly unsure of what to say. Why did you interrupt Fred? Why hadn’t you let the idiot out of the room, out of your life?

Why did you always go back to him?

“I don’t want for you to get out of my way,” you said, your voice was practically a whisper, he might not even have heard it.

But it was Fred, and he had been waiting for that for so long.

“We were best friends, Fred,” you groaned, leaning your back lower.

“We were never best friends,” Fred let out, squeezing his eyes tight, biting his lower lip in a way that caught your eye. “You can’t be friends with someone you’re in love with,” he said as if it explained everything.

Your heart skipped a beat — you thought he never knew you fancied him.

“You knew,” you commented, running your fingers through your scalp.

“I knew? That I love you? Well, it took me a while to figure it out, but it was easier when I saw how George thought about you was a bit different than how I thought about you and things just... clicked,” he gave you a full explanation of something you did not ask, but, God, were you happy to hear. “So, I’m sorry, I can’t pretend I’m your friend. It’d be too painful at this point.”

“Freddie?” you called his name while placing your hands in his jaw. “I don’t wanna be your friend either,” you whispered, your face so close to his and then, when you smirked, he gasped.

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed,” you chuckled before he pulled your face closer, gently. Then he locked your mouths together in the softest of the kisses.

But softness and the gentleness didn’t last long. It was hard having to bend down to reach his lips, and Fred noticed your struggle. He fastly pulled you down, by moving a hand to your waist and pulling it towards his lap.

You gulped in the middle of the kiss, scared, for a second, it would be too heavy for him or even for the chair. But neither complained. It seemed you were weightless to Fred, who couldn’t care less your whole body was supported by his. Actually, he seemed to care, but in a way much more pleasurable.

The kiss turned to a much hot make-out session, with hands wandering both bodies, and some soft giggled every time you two gasped for air. You were both desperate — both have been dreaming of this for too long.

“You are perfect,” Fred whispered in your ear before biting it.

You had to bit your own lip to hold a groan in. 

“Beautiful, talented, amazing...” he lost himself in his words when you leaned for his neck. Guess I found his weak spot, you smiled to yourself. “Definitely not a witch — you’re a goddess.”

“Keep complementing, and we’ll never leave this room,” you smiled before biting his lip this time.

“That’s the plan,” he smirked. “Should’ve punched a jerk before if I knew I would get this thank you.”

You leaned away just for a second, so you could see his eyes and they sparkled just for you.

“Don’t worry,” you said, “I can find you other jerks to punch around.”