|second book of the eloise series, read dear eloise before you read this!| 📍slow updates due to my treatment because i'm not longer in remission, please be patient with me 📍 "How do you do that?" George frowned, taking his finger under Eloise's chin. "Do what?" Eloise gulped slightly, aware of how close his face was to her own. "How do you make me feel like the only person in the world?" TW: This book discusses eating disorders and mental illness, please read at your own risk. |Started March 2021| |french in italics| |George Weasley X femOC| |Goblet of Fire|

|first book of the eloise series!| *COMPLETED* "Dear Eloise, have you always been this breathtaking?" "You're such a suck up, Weasley." |TW: discusses ED and mental illness, read at your own risk| |Started October 2020| |Ended March 2021| |french in italics| |George Weasley x femOC| |Prisoner of Azkaban| #1 georgeweasleyxoc 3/21 #1 dobby 3/21 #12 ballet 4/21

A collection of one-shots based on "The Mudblood"

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. "𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢." 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝. "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑." 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. "𝚂𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝙸."

What they had was never very clean, but things usually do get messy in the kitchen. // !MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! (lots of smut, mental illness, swearing, etc.) Read the disclaimer for specific details. This is a slowish burn fic for mature audiences. The main love interests are George Weasley & Dean Thomas. Not always canon with books. Set in an AU after the war where Fred survives because I say so. // All rights for the HP characters, places, spells, etc go to JK Rowling, but I do not support her views on certain topics. // cover credit: @lovelygraciee // best rankings: #2 in bakery - 02/22/21 #1 in fredweasley - 03/13/21 #2 in originalcharacter - 03/31/21 #1 in georgeweasley - 04/06/21

"Screw you Weasley" I yelled. He ran his hand through his hair and inhaled sharply. "Screw you Wickers" he scoffed. He grabbed his jacket off the chair and looked at me one last time. He sighed, he walked over and grasped my jaw. Kissing me. Sorry that I haven't updated my story in a while, I have no motivation so it won't be surprising if I don't update for 4 months. I do not own any of the characters from this story other then Elle Wickers, Chloe Montgomery, Theo Harrington, Julie Harrington, Persephone Rosier and James Berry. The original credits goes to J.K Rowling, whom I do not support nor I do not share any of her views

"Am I that good at hiding it?" A smile tugged on the corner of her lips, and she shrugged, feeling a little playful with her next words. "Maybe I'm just oblivious."

"𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘? 𝙼𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐."

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗."

*sequel to Lover* "𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀?" 𝖦𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. "𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝖺𝗁𝗅𝗂𝖺. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾."