A Witch And A Wolf (Billie Eilish Soulmate AU)

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slight referrals to self harm, bullying

november 18th, monday 

the day i turned seventeen was the day the name appeared on my wrist.

naturally, i was terrified.

not just because of the person, but because wouldn't it be scary to find out that the person you're supposed to spend eternity with walked past you usually once a day?

mhm. yep. someone save me.

especially when that person was known very well for beating up kids for looking at her wrong, while at the same time standing up for those who are being picked on by others?

unless she hated you, of course.

who was she?

billie o'connell

it was written in inerasable black ink on my wrist, right underneath my many scars and cuts.

she went by as 'billie eilish' at school.

don't ask me why.

maybe you're a little confused about this all.

my name is alaska rae. i live with my foster parents and brothers in a large house in la. (if you could call them parents, anyway. they own a big company and i'm pretty sure they only adopted me to show how 'loving' and 'caring' they are. anyway, not important.)

and, i am a weredog.

i assume you've heard of werewolves. people turning into wolves. that is basically a weredog, except, as you can probably guess, we turn into a dog.

on the outside, you usually can't tell a weredog from a regular human. the only things that would give it away are our unnaturally vibrant eyes and sharper than normal canine fangs.

i am different in the way that i have one bright blue eye, and the other half violet, half blue. which instantly gives me away as a weredog.

there are also witches, the only people with green eyes. they do magic. big deal.

weredogs are better. change my mind.

i mean, i can change into a fucking animal! at will! yeah, we're wayyyyy better.

anyway, that's that.

i guess we're back to billie.

my *gulp* soulmate.

she was almost a year older than me, my birthday being the twelfth of november and hers the eighteen of december, i knew this from my best friend victoria. but we shared our spanish and language arts class together because she was held back a year. i've never seen her there before though, so i guess it doesn't matter.

it was currently eight twenty-three, and i just made it to the school entrance, seeing another of my friends, cadence, waving at me from her perch on a railing.

i flipped her off. this was my greeting with all my three friends. if i didn't, they knew some shit was up and would pester me about it until i gave in and told them.

yeah, i'm a bit of a pushover. that's okay, though

i lowered my head slightly, letting my dusty blue hair cover my face somewhat as i walked up to her.

"sup, bitch!" she yelled a little too enthusiastically, holding her hand up for a high five.

i glared at her through my hair.

she put her hand down, but not without rolling her eyes. despite this, she was too excited about something to verbally mention how boring i was. i could see it, she was practically bursting.