God, Forgive Me.

god, forgive me.

part three of n/a.

ricky rocks. i always forget to update this story even though it's my favorite plot tbh

kathaholics 🦵

finn guess who we just fucking found

sab god himself?

josh we were a little more luckier than that

enya luckier than god?

enya can't wait to hear this

josh the bitch who lit stacy on fire

finn she's coming to smoke with us

sab oh great, another deadbeat to add to our group

josh how could you say that, chicago is a national treasure

josh she did what no one else could do

sab josh, she basically committed arson

finn no, we weren't lucky enough for that

finn more like, third degree burns

josh arson would be like if stacy had just completely disintegrated

josh which sadly did not even come close to happening

"these two jackasses would get themselves expelled if they ever talk like this in public."

"what do you mean?" enya snorts, "they talk like this all the time in public. neither of them have a filtered thought to save them."

louis watches the continuation string of messages between finn and josh dogging on stacy golifolk feed through his screen within their groupchat to no end. he lied in the back of their rec room on an old dusty chair while sabrina and enya continued to discuss how stupid their two friends were.

"louis, you ready to go soon?"

louis perked his head up to sabrina's inquiry, finding both of them looking at him now.

"what?"

"the graveyard," she nodded, "ditching school... remember?"

louis dips his head back as if suddenly being hit with recollection, “oh yeah, uh… no.”

“no?” sabrina is on her knees know, hanging off the back of the couch as she looks at him in surprisal.

“yeah, you seemed to have heard me correctly.”

“okay, no need to be rude about it, blockhead,” enya barges in, looking widely distasteful to his disinterest. “you’re the one who wanted to go.”

“and now i don’t.”

enya rolls her eyes before mumbling, “fucking cunt,” then turning back around to sit normally on the orange couch both her and sab were on. sab still watched him, more with confusion than annoyance that enya was hunkering.

“what’s up with you?”

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josh yo, wtm

josh i got my bag and we already hopped the fence, so the rest of you fuckers better be on the way

sab looks up from her phone as he still scanned josh's messages, “so, you going or not?”

louis feels a strain of annoyance in his chest and a flash of heat flare upon his face; anger. for some reason, he felt a large amount of annoyance and irritation with sabrina still talking to him even after his rejection. he felt this a lot lately, and not just with sabrina, but right now she was putting the cherry on top of increasing his bad mood.

“fuck off, sabrina.”

**

“do you fuckers have no sense of time?”

“relax fuck face, you act like your mental watch is so good.”

“when weed’s involved, it’s immaculate.”

enya gave a hefty sigh before swinging her bag onto her designated seat. she then looked up, analyzing the three sets of red eyes before her, she smirks, “well, well, well, if it isn’t the woman of the hour.”

“my fellow candle stick holder.”

sabrina rolls her eyes as you and enya lean toward one another to shake hands, and you’re just beaming with a thin pressed smile of amusement. she couldn’t believe this was happening.

“ladies, take a seat. you know where you belong,” josh extends his arms out to the dusty old cushions that filled the area across from him

the graveyard was an old abandoned boys school from the 1950s that was never tore down, but rather left for catholic delinquents to discover and deem as there smoke spot. the five of them currently sat in a rusty old school bus that was cleared of most its seats and replaced with scruffy old couch cushions, bean bags, and really anything to provide comfort.

you were beyond amazed at the craftsmanship when your two new friends pulled you into what was the perfect smoke spot. your urge to spark up had increased immediately upon the sight, cutting your tour short and landing all three of you on the couch shoved all the way to the back.

“aye, where is louis at?”

“his cunt ass decided he didn’t want to come,” the sour tone of enya's voice suddenly covered every part of the bus, making everyone look up to her.

you were quick to catch onto the look josh and finn share over you despite being in your high state. her tone was very sobering and somehow you felt ten times more aware of everything all because of her clear distaste for this louis boy.

“fuck, why is that?”

“fuck if i know, louis has a fuckin’ stick up his ass lately.”

“isn’t that right.”

“sorry, who are we talking about?” your face screws up while you pass on the blunt you had to finn, looking between each of them subtly.

“louis partridge,” finn inhales “brown hair, brown eyes, and apparently a recent stick inputted into his ass.”

“such a clear decipher, almost like you didn’t just describe every walking fuck in our school,” enya rolls her eyes at finn and the vague features he offered, then looking to you. "he's the same year as us, was going to be top boy."

her provided information wasn't anymore of a help either.

"what?" however, a burst of energy seized through the group upon the relevance of it.

"lou was going to be top boy?" sabrina's posture was pulled straight as the rest of them, looking for clarification from enya--all she does is shrug.

"no wonder louis has been such a prick lately. he has to start fulfilling the roll," finn chuckles to himself, slowly starting to slouch back down. "too good for us."

"hey, whatever man, good for him," josh lightly taps finn, "maybe we'll finally get coed bathrooms and cig breaks like we've been petitioning for since first year sense we know someone on the board now."

"you guys are disgusting," enya rolls her eyes.

"what, you think they won't go for the dart breaks between class?"

you think enya's eyes are about to fall out of her head by the amount of eye rolls she's had in the past five minutes. you suppress your snicker as she looks at them with a dead stare.

"yeah, good luck with that one," she readjusts herself. "louis doesn't seem to give a damn about us, let alone your first year petitions."

"cmon, en, it was just one thing. he was only pissy because of coming down off of whatever josh gave him this morning," sabrina's voice lightens in defense of him, pushing enya further in annoyance.

"it wasn't just one thing. he's been a dick for the past couple of months. you can't tell me he hasn't when we're the ones who always have to deal with it because these two dimwits are too high half the time to even speak," her pointer finger jabs in your general direction in reference to both finn and josh who seemed shocked to her accusation. "tell me you didn't forget just because you've known him for so long."

there are hints of more spite that intertwined within the sentence, and you wonder why.

"well, I have known him for a long time."

"we all have, sab, but I don't forget his bitch fits because of it."

"oh, cmon, enya, don't you think you're being kinda harsh?" josh motions mindlessly with the hand that isn't propped behind his head. "you're just still pressed about him throwing out your booze stash."

"yeah, and you would be too if it was your pot."

"yeah, well at least I'm smart enough to not bring it around him when he's asked you not to," he takes a hit, his nonchalantness pissing her off. "plus, you're the one who put it in his room."

"suck me off," she grumbles, finally throwing herself into the cushions as if finally giving up. "he shouldn't be friends with alcoholics when he doesn't want to become one himself."

silence, but you still wonder;

"who's louis again?"

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hii honestly idk if your requests are open or anything i just wanted to ask if you ever plan on writing anything for tyler durden again?

yes! please send me any requests you have !

it blows my mind that some of the writers on here can so easily clear their drafts to 0 or under 50 for that matter. like i have over 100 drafts right now and it’s so hard to not just start more fics...

i love your writing so much omg!! will you write about steven conklin? 🥺🥺

uhhh. probably not but he's gotten pretty bad asf this szn.

soulmates.

pairings. george weasley x fem!slytherin!reader

about. in which everyone has a soulmate and whatever written marks are on ones skin, appears on the others. but in this case... you're not allowed to have one.

warnings. nothing, unedited

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“who are you?”

“who are you?”

it was a bad idea all from the beginning. but fred said what was there to lose and truly, george believed that there wasn’t anything until it hit him like a brick what it all meant.

never in his life did george ever find writings on his body until that day. no doodles, no marks, nothing that needed to be remembered; printed on his skin left by his significant other—which in hindsight seemed like a blessing, especially with a mother like his. but to george, it hurt his feelings for the longest time… until he just didn’t care and had other things to worry about.

not until a couple of days ago.

4.13, 6:20 - knockturn alley.

it was the eleventh when the neat writing appeared on his wrist in his potions class and he wasn’t even the one to notice it.

“you have priorities, george?” he looked down to luna who motioned to the barely noticeable scribbles inked to his forearm. he frowned, glancing it over, before looking back up to the girl.

“i guess so,” he unintentionally pulled up on his sweater, covering the writing, unsure what to make of it.

he thought it was a prank, that fred had somehow written it on him while he was sleeping or whenever he wouldn’t have noticed—but that was absolutely impossible. he was a light sleeper and what was the point? that’s what fred said; what would the point of him to write that on him?

he didn’t know what it was, he was lost to say the least till it hit him and he felt very stupid.

“it’s your soulmate, george,” fred almost gasped, looking down to the writing, “only logical thing.”

“you’re right.”

george had been waiting for this day, forever, and now that it had finally came, he didn’t know what to do about it.

“you got to go there, obviously. think about it george, why else would it be there? it’s practically an invitation, you’ve got to take it!”

and he did, but now he was starting to wish he didn’t.

he stood in knockturn alley, leaned against the dark cobblestone wall with a terrible feeling of something crawling up his spine.

this wasn’t right, something was very off. why would his soulmate want to meet him here, let alone be comfortable enough to come here?

he checked his watch.

6:11.

he definitely didn’t think this out. the more he goes over it in his mind, he knew he should have accepted fred’s invitation to come with just in case something went wrong—well, more like an excuse to budge in on this special moment.

“you’re in my potions class.”

he watched your eyes narrow in on him and a sudden look of clarity came across your face to recognition. the hostile look from before dispersed and you couldn’t help but look soft in all aspects.

“what’re you doing here?”

he raised his forearm like a reflex to your question and his sleeve slumped down to show your fading penmanship on his wrist. you almost gasp as you couldn’t help but allow natural reaction to consume you. your eyes go wide and without thinking you grab onto his arm with a step closer, examining the ink.

you raised your own arm, showing the exact replica.

“how-how is this possible?”

“don’t you know, sweetheart?” he leans slightly to your height with a killing smile. “we’re soulmates.”

you look petrified, “you need to go.”

“why?”

“you just need to go, now is not the time.”

“now, hold on, i’ve been waiting for a very long time to meet you and you’re just brushing me off,”

“yes, george, that’s great, but listen; wrong time,”

his eyes are narrowed, obviously so lost to the matter of your anxious--and almost hostile--nature. he didn't understand why a more negative outcome was presenting itself to him rather than the positive joy he had felt. everything in his body felt suddenly so heavy from disappointment as he looked at you, searching for anything but what you were offering him.

george tipped his head back, looking away from you. it was like watching all life and hope drain from his eyes once he no longer looked at you--and boy did you feel terrible.

george ran a hand down his face, his eyes dragging across everything but you, until--it clicks. it's as if he suddenly because aware of everything and he feels like a complete fool for not connecting it immediately.

"you're one of them."

**

"I'm not meant to have a soulmate."

it had been a month since you and george had your encounter at knockturn alley. everyday after that moment, george had to question if you were real or not because you had disappeared out of thin air. you weren't in school, you weren't in class, and not even fred had seen you.

he almost considered it was a fever dream after connecting all the dots and realizing you were an up and coming death eater. that was until you somehow ended up right on his front doorstep.

"I knew it was you... for awhile," you sat across from him at the dining room table of his home, your hands clasped in front of you and your eyes lining out the grooves of the old wooden table. "I remember when we were children, freshly first years, you used to draw little stars and flowers on your forearm, right here," you unclasped your hands just to draw your finger against his forearm, lightly smiling in remembrance. "my parents hated that."

your smile slowly dispersed from your face in thought and you withdraw your hand, "I was truly scared, you know? even if your soulmate is meant to be the one and only, I always thought that wouldn't be the case and there was an off chance that you wouldn't want me... especially with how different we are."

george's heart felt very heavy all of a sudden. he wanted to reach out, to reassure you, but he kept himself steady, letting you speak.

"last year, my world was flipped on it's axis. my parents made a very important decision for me and decided I would become one of them. it was the safest option, to work for the dark lord himself. the moment I met him, he made sure my soulmate, or you in this case, wouldn't be a problem nor remotely accessible to me because of our different backgrounds," your eyes are still closely speculated on the table. "but I guess that obviously didn't work."

he wants you to look at him. somehow everything that had just came out of your mouth seemed very insignificant to him, and the only thing he could find himself caring about is the fact that you were right there, right in front of him.

he was losing his mind in thought.

you were right there. even during the first encounter, he didn't feel like he was going to physically combust.

"I want to help you."

"you can't help me."

"you can't expect me not to."

"I'm too far in to be helped," you shake your head, finally looking at him. "I can't be with you george, I'll get you killed."

"there's millions of people in this world, y/n, not one I find worth dying for but you," his hand find your arm. "I'll love you, even if it kills me."