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There had better be a dramatic increase in Yelena Belova fan fiction after this movie

200k, enemies to lovers slow burn, wouldn’t be opposed to angst and trauma on both parties

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ME 😂

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Queen of Chaos (Gojo x oc Part Five)

Master list for previous parts

hihi been a while, enjoy--------

“Ren-sensei.”

“Gumi, I told you to call me by my first name,” She scolded playfully, not lifting her head from the article her computer was reading into her airpod.

He didn’t respond, just watched her as she typed– muscle memory making up for lack of vision.

After a few seconds of silence, she hummed again. “I know you’re still here, Megumi,” She stopped. “How can I help?”

His boot toed a dented floorboard. “Why are you here?”

“Gee thanks, man,” She crossed her arms. “I practically helped raise you!”

“You’re avoiding my question,” No surprise in his tone. “Why?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “It’s business, Megumi,” She told him with a shrug and apologetic twist of her lips. “I’d tell you if I could.”

Again, silence.

“Don’t hurt him.”

Footsteps leading out the door.

She lightly scratched her forehead and sighed. 

“Fuck.”

“I didn’t take you for a scotch person..”

Megara swirled her drink. “Well look who’s using the door now,” She smirked, taking a sip. “Want a glass?”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Gojo hummed, walking into the kitchen to get a glass and filling it up, as he walked by he set the borrowed file on her counter exactly as it had been.

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” She drawled, not looking at him.

He took a sip of his alcohol. “I want you to sit in on one of my lessons.”

“I’m not teaching Yuji how to use a knife again.”

“Oh of course not,” He said in a way that made her confident he was grinning. “So?”

“You know my answer.”

“Ignore her,” Gojo waved his hand to the blind woman in the back. “Pretend like we’re not talking about her.”

She lifted her head from the braille books. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” He clapped his hands together and turned to the baffled class. “So topic of history today– the great curses!”

Megara murmured a familiar sentence and watched Yuuji from Megumi’s wandering eyes. The boy hadn’t yet realized what Gojo meant, but she was sure the leech within him did.

“We’ll take a deeper dive with each curse in time, but for today I wanted Meg here to listen to her part in this.”

“I don’t care.”

“Long ago, curses loomed a far greater risk due to the two reigning deities, Yasha and Ryomen Sukuna.”

Nobara sat up quickly and turned to Ren. “Sukuna used that name! Is that-”

Ren pressed a finger to her lips. “We’re not on vessels yet.”

The student shut up and turned her head to Gojo who grinned and snapped his fingers. “Bingo, Kugisaki! But first we must learn about the Mother of Curses in question.”

Megumi turned to Yuuji, giving Meg a perfect view of the small eye lurking quietly. She pursed her lips but let him listen.

“Yasha was one of the first curses to ever be recorded in history, recorded by none other than our own Sukuna,” Gojo waved a hand to Yuuji who blinked. “She was also supposed to be exercised but because she was hot and Sukuna was but a simple man– he was influenced by her ideals. Thus resulting in his own death and the curse in the Ren family bloodline.”

The students looked between Yuuji and Ren, then back to Gojo. “What curse?” Yuuji asked for them.

“You heard that right!” Gojo pointed at Meg. “Sukuna had a protection spell on his life, whoever killed him was given a curse of Yasha’s choosing. So now her soul and every soul thereafter is easily susceptible to curses that can't be exorcized until the owner of the soul is dead.”

Yuuji worried at his lip. “But Ren’s not dead.”

“You’re right,” She stood. “I’m not, but I did die.”

“You died!?” They all shouted.

Meg grinned and hopped up onto Gojo’s desk. “For about a week, I can’t say what happened or else-” A thin purple string wove through her mouth and she couldn’t talk. “-that happens.”

Nobara elbowed Yuuji. “So you just have to die.”

Gojo and Ren winced. “I certainly hope it won’t come to that, but in the worst case scenario you have the two most powerful sorcerers with you!” Gojo slung his arm over Ren’s neck and they grinned cheek-to-cheek.

She mumbled and her eyes turned bright blue. “And plus you have two souls sharing one body. I was sharing mine with Yasha.”

“Did you have the same issues in school as this jerk?” Nobara asked, pinching Yuuji.

“We shared but it was still my soul,” She explained. “All I had to do was take my own body back.”

Gojo elbowed her. “Still didn’t stop her from bullying us.”

“Cause she was a bitch,” She smirked and he subtly rubbed a finger on the back of her hand, nobody except them noticed the small act of comfort.

Yuuji’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked up at her. “You didn’t have to eat anything? She was just always with you?”

“Always,” She said, tilting her head. “Since my soul was exposed to the world, she chose me. She’s the reason I’ve had so much cursed energy, and why my technique adapted to hers.”

“What was hers?”

Ren grinned. “Matter Manipulation.”

Nobara wrinkled her nose. “Sounds tacky.”

“Formidable,” Gojo corrected. “An already powerful sorcerer with a technique that can control others paired with the most powerful curse that can control the world around her…everyone wanted you dead.”

She snorted. “Gojo, you were the only one that wanted me dead.”

He mocked her under her breath and crossed his arms. “I’ve apologized a million times.”

“Who wanted you dead?” Megumi chipped in, leaning to look around Yuuji.

Gojo laughed nervously and pushed Ren off the desk. “Haha funny joke– time to go outside!”

This time Gojo was invited in.

Megara made him sit at the counter so she could use his eyes, but she still made him guess what she was cooking. 

“What do you know about seals?” She asked, out of the blue.

He stopped tapping his finger to his chin and watched her curiously. “Why?”

“Call it a personal interest,” She shrugged. “None of the books on it are in braille and obviously I can’t search it up on google.”

“Well there's not much to it, cursed object sends the target into the Prison Realm, no escape yada yada,” He said easily. “Your turn, why?”

She tapped a spoon twice against the lip of the pot and set it down before turning to face him. Pinky raised. “Swear you won’t say anything to anyone no matter the circumstance.”

He stared at her hand then to her. “Seriously?” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe what she was asking, but stood up and walked over to stand in front of her.

“I’m so serious, Satoru,” She stopped using her technique and let him look into her gray eyes. 

“Wow,” he blinked a few times. “You haven’t used my first name since we were like 17.”

But he slowly hooked his pinky around hers and she let his honestly seep into her pores.

“Yasha is alive.”

He let her go and inhaled sharply. “Megara.”

“I know.”

“How long have you-”

She picked at her lips and shook her head. “A month, maybe.”

Gojo took off his glasses and squeezed his eyes shut. “What happened.”

“I want to tell you,” She rubbed her face and a thin purple thread sewed her mouth shut. “--I want you to know everything so fucking bad,” She carded a hand through her hair and he watched her silently. “I thought she was dead, I promise, I swear on everything to my name.”

He hit the table in frustration. “Do you think he knows?”

Megara crossed her arms and leaned against the counter, stirring the pot of food. “Who? Yaga?”

“Suguru.”

She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded to the couch. “Go sit down and I’ll bring food over.”

His heart stopped but he obeyed.

She walked over with stir fry and settled onto the spot across from him.

“Lori and I were on a mission two months ago,” Ren started, pulling up her feet. “Grade one, it was her mission but we had plans to go out for lunch that day so I tagged along– simple enough. It really was a grade one, she got it down quick without my help but there were these grade twos and threes that were coming from nowhere. An odd amount, so I checked it out. Lori tells me she’s fine, I leave her there and start to cut through the smaller curses to get downstairs into a basement where there’s a shrine,” She breathes deep. “I didn’t want to see it, but I could feel it, thousands of people had died for this god they were worshipping. Fucking massive as well. I took the cursed object that was attracting the curses and reported the shrine to the higher ups,” She clears her throat. “The very end of last month was when I heard of it again, some throw away old guy called me and said he had a file that might interest me. It was all in the shrine, Toru’,” Her voice broke. “Everything about me was written in blood and recorded in this file. Yasha..she was sealed away by Suguru so I may never have back a piece of my soul. 1,260 non-sorcerers died to a group of people who thought I was a god.”

Gojo was never good at comforting crying people.

But she was easy to help.

Megara ducked her head down and in a fashion that they had only done once before, Gojo hooked an arm around her back and under her knees to pull her into his lap. She was a tiny thing, not very difficult to tuck under his chin, he was in a hoodie that she burrowed her face into. 

“Where’s the file?”

She wasn’t crying, so much as trembling.

“Gone,” She said softly. “I burned it, the photos are on with the higher ups, I’m sure if you wanted to you could get ahold of them.”

He hummed and rubbed his lips over her brown hair. This sort of comfort had happened once, some 10 years ago when he had killed Suguru. They met in the hallway and silently, she opened her arms and brought them into her bed to sleep for the next 3 days.

“Don’t let go,” She whispered, staring at the wall with wide eyes.

He pressed his lips into her hair, she sighed and sunk deeper into his embrace. “I would never.”

The next morning, Megara silently walked over to Gojo and handed him a set of sweatpants. It was the weekend and neither of them had plans to do work. He warped into his apartment, got a toothbrush and a pile of dusty history books.

“I thought you hated her for ruining the life you could have had,” he commented, as she made breakfast and he flipped through a book.

“I do,” She chuckled. “But she does have a piece of my power and soul, I want it back. I want my control back.”

Satoru watched her silently and said, “Then we’ll get it back.”

seems i have a habit of disappearing for weeks at a time, mb but here's this, hope you liked it <3

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Just cried. “So this is how democracy dies… with thunderous applause” has never been so strongly felt

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If the government had really wanted to scare us they should have announced the ban like 3 weeks away so that we didn’t have the same amount of preparation time then kept it for a full 24 hours before giving it back.

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Blitz's heart:

Stolas' light:

They're both goofy as hell at times and it makes me love them even more tbh, Stolitz are my goofy and silly kings tbh

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"Stolas isn't wrong for choosing his own happiness for once after years of abuse and depression"

and

"Octavia isn't wrong for feeling betrayed by her father and fearing she's been only an obligation to him"

are two concepts that can and should coexist.

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stolas look oUT— oh my god he cant hear me. he doesnt even know whats coming for him

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This happens in s3 trust. Blitzø is a professional adopter!!!

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Jinx and Jesper Fahey would be the bestest of friends and no one may convince me otherwise

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This is the most romantic shit I have ever seen I’m gonna throw up

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Stolas getting a smooch in then IMMEDIATELY getting clocked with the loss of his daughter will never fail to make me giggle just a little bit

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TONIGHT. WE’RE DRINKING FROM THE POND.

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Nico: So we're doing the hear me out cake thing?

Percy: Yup. I start *grab his stuck* Lego batman. I have my reasons

Piper: that ginger mouse from flushed away, she's kinda cute

Leo: Tristan MClean

Piper: THATS MY DAD

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My cousin just told me Lin Manuel Miranda is like Eminem with anxiety, and that really spoke to me

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The Marionette (Alastor x oc Part Three)

Other parts in masterlist

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I walk into my kitchen with a bottle of hell’s finest air freshener.

“Is that really necessary?” Alastor asks, unamused and exhausted. 

“I’m telling you that scent is foul,” I grumble, pinching my nose and spraying the air around him. “Having been around as long as I have, the smell of mistakes tends to linger.”

He would have scowled if his curse would have allowed him to. “I came here for help,” The word sounded unnatural on his tongue.

I snorted and sniffed the air. “And as I’ve told you several times these past few nights,” I snapped lightly. “Unless you find a loophole that allows you to tell me who you sold your soul to; the best I can offer you is a deal breaker.”

“And as I’ve told you,” He said tightly. “Deal breakers that have enough power to return souls are few and far inbetween. And you’re the only one I’d trust to do that job if we hadn't just made a deal.”

“Flattered,” I mumbled, raising my eyebrows mockingly and looking down at my breakfast we’d just been served. “What about Rosie?”

“We’ve already made deals,” He said quickly, I clicked my tongue and tapped my heel to the floor. “People who you’ve made deals with can’t break soul binding contracts.”

I gave him an odd look that said ‘You think I don’t know that?’ and rolled my eyes. “How long until you can go back into the public?”

“Whenever they deem it necessary.”

“Hm,” I hum and rise to my feet. “Well, I suppose you’re under my protection until you want to go back to your tower.”

He nods distractingly and once I leave, I assume he begins to go over his contract for the millionth time. I sigh and walk into the shadows to appear back into my bedroom.

I run my hands down my face and scowl at the mirror. As always, it takes a moment for me to recognize the white skin and inky black hair that contrast so boldly. I purse my colorless lips and thrust my hand out at the mirror to which it shatters.

“Call off my meeting with Vox, Indara,” I tell her over my shoulder as I walk into my office. Alastor looks up from where he had perched himself on one of the couches facing each other.

“He’ll be upset,” She says back.

“I don’t much care what an oversized television thinks of me,” I snip lightly. “If he threatens you, direct the line over to me.”

I shut the door and walk over to my desk.

And immediately yelp when Alastor blinks up at me innocently from my seat. “What’s on the Agenda today, Liviana?”

I wrinkle my nose and shake my head. “Up,” He does so. “I’m going down to your territory, per your request, to make sure all is well and nothing has changed. I also want your opinion on a small team, say 30-40, down there by my office.”

“I suppose if I can’t defend my own territory…” He muses, tapping my desk with his long claws. 

“Alright then,” I scribbled something on a sticky note and stood, Alastor matched my movements and I narrowed my eyes. “Stay here.”

His smile twitched. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I said dismissively. “You can’t go into public, and therefore can’t handle your affairs unless it's through me. Stay here until I find a way for you to help.”

The mighty Radio Demon’s smile strained at the force of my concret case. He settled back down into my seat and because I didn’t want to kick him while he was down— I let him.

-1 year later-

“I’ll check it out later,” I said from behind my hand and through a mouth full of breakfast.

Alastor’s static screeched. “If there is someone poking around my territory I want them removed.”

I rolled my eyes. “You go do it.”

He grumbled and stuck his fork into the dead deer he’d been picking at. “Your…pet has been poking around my quarters.”

“Moria is not a pet,” I objected, waving my fork around and glaring. “She’s a companion.”

“For you, not for me.”

I looked to the ceiling and mumbled something unintelligible. “Leave the cat alone.”

For the past year, I’ve been swearing to myself and the house maids that I'd kick him out eventually. I never seem to get around to it, and I doubt I ever will. As much as I banter, Alastor really is more helpful than I tell him. He’s a great cook, an overlord so I can throw some paperwork at him and he’d understand it, a great cleaner too. 

“I have a meeting with the Vees,” I shouted, white heels clicking on the floor as I walked into the parlor. 

“Hm,” Alastor hummed distastefully. “Do you know when you’ll be back.”

I clicked my tongue and tilted my head back and forth. “A few hours or so.”

He nodded and flicked through his book.

“Keep Moria out of my room please, I just redid the carpet,” I told him, brushing hair out of my face and doing a final check.

“Have a civil meeting, Liviana,” he said, teasing. 

I snorted and left the mansion. Waving to the security as I shifted into the shadows. 

“Listen, TV screen,” I rubbed my temples and shut my eyes. “I’m not replacing a guard that you killed.”

He sputtered and Val snickered. “I told you.”

“Libby, it was an-“

I slammed my hand on the table and glared at him. “I’ve told you not to call me th-“

“Marionette,” Indara said breathlessly. 

Without a beat, I was standing up and steadying her. “Yes?”

“It’s your house– a fire.”

“We can continue this tomorrow,” I called over my shoulder, voice as calm as I could force it to be. The Vees all gulped and nodded quickly.

I gripped Indara’s forearm harder than necessary and we swirled into the shadows and I dropped her onto the street some 50 yards away from the house. “Shit, shit, shit!” I shouted, curling my fists and snarling at the massive bonfire that had been my home.

I tried so hard to try and get into the house, but there were not shadows that were big enough to step through. I appeared closer to the house and tried searching for Moria when I found no sign of the cat, I screamed a swear for only my ears. I turned to Indara to find her waving her arms, I composed myself and appeared close to her.

“What?” I snapped. “How– shit,” I breathed in deep and calmed down. “Call Vox’s fire team and have him clean this up. I'm staying in the office tonight.”

She clearly wanted to ask questions, but instead she nodded and moved to stand with the guards. I twisted my hand and rematerialized in Alastor’s radio tower.

There was a steady hum of static and I turned around to look at the demon.

“Moria,” I breathed, kneeling down when the black and white kitten jumped off of Alastor’s lap and started whirling around my heels. 

“Finally,” Alastor said, dusting the fur off of his jacket and striding over to me. “We need some last resort form of communication, your companion made me aware of the fire and I had no way of-”

“Thank you,” I said firmly. “I appreciate it.”

He bowed regally and his signature smile didn’t change. “Simply repaying the favor.”

“I’m staying in my office until I can get my house rebuilt,” I told him. “You’re welcome to stay but I doubt you’d like the spare couch I have.”

“Much appreciated but I’ll pass for now,” He said. “I believe I have…business to attend to.”

I nodded in understanding and picked up Moria. “Thank you.”

With one more nod for him, I was gone in a whirlwind of shadows and faintly visible ravens.

The next day an overlord by the name of Muse came into my office begging for mercy, admitting she had started the fire. I laughed and laughed until she stopped crying, then I cut off her head and sent a package of fried dough to the radio tower.

-Two years later-

Out of all of the Vees, Valentino had the weirdest meeting spot by far: a strip club. It was so crud that I tended to avoid telling Alastor where I was going on days where we had a meeting. 

Indara had me wear a tight black dress that ended just above my knee, no pattern, very simple. I put on the gold necklace and rings just for flare. 

“Where’s Val?” I shouted to the bouncer, he gave me directions and I shoved my way into the room. “Disgusting,” I hissed, looking down on the moth demon covered in women.

“Ahhhh Marionette,” he purrs. “Lovely to see you.”

I looked down at him in disdain. “What do you want?”

He clicked his tongue and pushed the strippers off of him with no grace. “Always business~” he snapped his fingers a few times and a lanky spider demon strutted over and laid himself over the overlord’s lap.

I squinted at him trying to remember where I’d seen him before and hummed to myself, Val looked up at me again and noticed my gaze. “You like?”

“Shut up,” I grumbled. “You know I don’t.”

“Prude,” he tossed me a set of papers that came seemingly from nowhere, I flipped through it for less than five seconds and tossed it back. The spider blinked at me and I met his eyes, searching quickly before looking back up at Val.

“No.”

He sputtered and damn near threw the spider on the couch. “Woman— the fuck do you mean no?”

“I don’t want one of my teams to feature in your films,” I inhaled. “For 120 people.”

“Why not?”he growled, standing up and towering over me. 

I don’t flinch, I scowl and stand straight. “Vox may be an asshole with no morals, but he’s a good businessman. Not a moth drawn to an ass like a light.”

The moment he raises his hand, I raise a single brow and he growls and redirects it on the spider demon. 

“Stop Val,” I say sternly. “Don’t give him shit because I don’t want what you're offering.”

He kicks over the poor boy and finally I snap my fingers and freeze time. I yelled in frustration and attached an invisible string to Val— moving away so I stood in front of the spider. I snapped my fingers again and watched plainly as Val stumbled. 

“I’ll give you security for the spider.”

“You can’t have his soul,” Val shouted. “He’s mine.”

I tilted my chin up and eyed him viciously. “I didn’t say his soul, I want 48 hours.”

He snarled and looked between the two of us. The spider demon hadn’t moved from his trembling position on the floor. Val growled and thrust out his hand. “48 hours.”

“As discussed,” I hummed, taking off my glove and snatching Val’s hand. Gold and red dance around each other before dispersing.

The moment the deal is sealed I turn to the fallen demon and offer my hand (with half awareness to the angry moth demon). “Come on,” I said snapping my fingers and gesturing for him to stand up. “I don’t have all day.”

He weakly looked up at me and finally took my hand. I tugged him up and with a harshness that I swore I was apologize for, I started leading him out of the building. 

“Bye Dash,” I said quickly to the bouncer still elbowing sinners and imps. I glanced back and let go of the gaping spider and snapped my fingers, suddenly we were both wearing comfortable clothing with our hoods up. “Sorry,” I said, bringing the hood further down my face as we walked. “I don’t think anyone deserves to be talked to like that, especially because of me. Plus I’m sure he would do much worse once I left.”

He was still quiet. 

“It’s dinner time,” I said, trying to pull back the stern regalness I used as a mask. “I’m sure my kitchen will have served something by-“

“Do you know who I am?”

I quieted and glanced around the street, no one was there. “You look familiar.”

He hummed. 

“Do you know me?” I asked

“Of course,” he snorted, a hint of sas shining through. “Everyone knows the Mariotte.”

I laughed under my breath. “You know what I mean.”

Silence.

“Liviana DeAngelo,” he said quietly. “You married the Don.”

Again, I laughed. “I am, what’s your name, kid?”

“Angel.”

“That’s it?” I swapped languages and started speaking Italian. “I don’t believe you.”

He scowled at the ground and shook his head. “No, stop, I do this shit with Val for a reason.”

I glanced at him and hummed. “Understandable.”

“Is it?” His accent was strong. “You were born into one of the most powerful families in Italy and almost immediately married the most powerful man in New york; at the time anyway.”

“Angel, everyone in that family was horrible,” I told him. “I had no choice but to marry that man.”

He doesn’t reply. “So what am I doing today? Am I you and his fucktoy?”

I wrinkle my nose and walk to the empty part of the street. “I planned on having dinner and offering you a guest room for yourself.”

“Why are you- I don’t- What?” He stops and turns in a full circle. “We are in hell, toots! No one here does anything unless they want something.”

“I already have everything I want,” I tell him, smiling. “I don’t benefit from hurting you.”

I checked my phone and responded to Indara. 

“This is the middle of nowhere lady,” He deadpanned. “We’re like a half mile from the edge of pride.”

I offer my elbow. “I needed time for my assistant to kick my roommate out, he’s a dear to have around but not the friendliest.”

He eyed me skeptically before grabbing on.

“Val is gonna beat my ass,” Angel told me, scarfing down pasta. “I…appreciate this but it's gonna be worse when I get back.”

I set down my fork and crossed my arms. “We can make a deal.”

He laughed. “I don’t have my soul, toots.”

“I don’t want your soul,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “Once a month you come here so I know that you’re not dead, and I will come to protect you at the time of your choosing.”

Angel hesitated, understandably, he thought to himself and very carefully extended his hand. “Okay.”

I took off my gloves and he glanced at my hands before we shook hands. A swirl of pink and gold, the gold turned to a mist and swirled around Angel before a thin string of gold connected the two of us.

“You’re a good kid, Angel,” I said, after dinner, handing him a set of pajamas. “That’s why I’m doing this.”

He didn’t respond.

-4 years later-

“Indie?” I called, stepping out of my office. “Did Al get those papers filled out?’

She blinked at me and shook her head. “He told me you said he was off.”

I cocked my head and pursed my lips, speed walking into his office. “Alastor?’ I said skeptically, walking over to his desk and looking down at the bare table. I frowned and opened a drawer– nothing. “Moria,” I said out loud. A tiny meow came from the shadows and the cat scampered out and to me. I knelt down to her level and ran my fingers over her fur. “Find him,” I whispered, my words heavy with weight and power. Her eyes flashed gold and she was off.

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hihi its been a minute since i worked on this one lol im still in love with the concept but i lack the time and motivation to actually write tell me if you liked this and if you'd like to be tagged!