#adora stop getting distracted by your girlfriend | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

xansmenagerie · 10 months

Text

Sibling Rivalries

Mel again, part of the playbook change backstories. This one is "special item - skeleton key" - it's also how she really first came across magic and how nasty it can be...

"Wait, did you really just say that last bit?" Muse asked suspiciously, "Because it sounded quite a lot like 'Hi guys, I just took out a contract on your behalf to steal something from my mother.'"

"Is there a problem with that, Muse?" Crystal was very genteelly cleaning her fingernails with a very small - and from Muse's personal experience extremely sharp - pearl-handled knife, but after all these years Muse was used to this sort of posturing from her girlfriend.

"Let's see, what possibly could be the issue with stealing from Madame Adora Hackett, wife of crime boss Gerald Hackett, the woman who literally wrote the book on some of our techniques and about whom there are cautionary tales about what happens to people who get on her bad side that the writers of the Saw franchise would consider 'a bit extreme'? Fidget, Oyster, Lanky Dave, am I missing something here?" Muse didn't often raise her voice if she could help it, but by the end it was an effort of will not to shout.

"She's not wrong, Crystal," Fidget spoke up; he promptly cringed back under the older woman's death glare. Muse caught Oyster stopping himself moving protectively in his direction and bit back a smile.

Crystal turned the glare on Muse. "Does it matter? It's a done deal, anyway, it would do our reputation no good to back out now - and think of the reputation we will gain when we pull it off."

"As if we'd be stupid enough to tell anyone it was us," Lanky Dave muttered, moving sideways as he spoke to hide behind Oyster.

Muse sighed. "Just…tell me Courage didn't put you up to this?"

Crystal glanced away.

"Oh, Crystal…" Muse couldn't help the frustration creeping into her voice. "Look, I know you're upset that your father's handing the business over to him despite you being older, but this is too much."

"This. Isn't. About. That." Crystal spat out each word in a rare public display of temper, the knife suddenly still in a way that suggested it could move very quickly indeed at short notice.

Muse held her ground. "Crystal, please…how would we even do this, anyway? If we try to ghost in, your mother certainly has plans in place for that, and there isn't a big enough distraction in the world to catch her off her guard."

The sudden triumphant smile from Crystal gave Muse instant forebodings. "Oh, there is. You're going to need to get your best suit cleaned, darling, as I think it's time you finally met my parents in a more intimate setting."

Muse was consumed by immediate deer-in-the-headlights panic.

Crystal leaned over and patted her hand, secure in her victory. "Don't worry, it's just a nice family dinner already arranged, Courage will be there too. All you have to do is be your best charming self, maybe do a bit of inside prep work, and let the boys take care of the rest."

The dinner was almost exactly as painful as Muse expected it was going to be. She was pleasantly surprised and relieved at the lack of personal questions - her family and so on - until she realised that the Hacketts had simply assumed that anything said on the matter would be a lie and simply weren't bothering to ask. Of course, they knew that Muse had started her association with Crystal as her chauffeur, so perhaps they had also decided that it would be embarrassing to bring up that their daughter was dating a menial. It was probably for the best; she was already working under an assumed name, so adding an assumed family on top of that would only complicate matters.

It was the first time Muse had met Courage, Crystal's younger brother, in any capacity, and the little blonde bit he had on his arm was either a stunning actress or genuinely the only innocent at the table. Rosa, introduced as a 'budding model', was, as far as Muse could tell, actually quite a nice person; for all that she had manners closer to that of the Hacketts than Muse could manage, she was also saying thank you to the serving staff, and made interested contributions to all of the conversation. Under other circumstances Muse probably would have enjoyed getting to know her better - just as a friend.

As it was, while Muse was doing her best, having to concentrate on both being witty and charming and on which cutlery to use when was draining, especially given she was clearly on an uphill struggle for acceptance with Crystal's father. Crystal's mother was more considerate, specifically drawing Muse into the conversation, and that was possibly more worrying - Muse wasn't sure how much she was keeping her feelings off her face and didn't dare any of them slipping out in the circumstances.

It was almost something of a relief when during the third course one of the security staff walked over to Gerald Hackett's chair and said something quietly in his ear. Crystal's father, in turn, leaned over to Adora and murmured in her ear; Crystal's mother frowned the smallest of frowns, her mouth a moue of disapproval.

"Courage, Charity," she said in no-nonsense tones as she stood up, "Perhaps you might like to show Rosa and Persefoni the long gallery as a break between courses? I'm afraid Mummy's got some unexpected business to attend to."

Muse was admittedly impressed at how swiftly Courage stood up and did her best to emulate him, pulling Crystal's seat out for her a scant beat after he pulled out Rosa's. She offered her arm to Crystal as formally as possible, earning her an amused look from her girlfriend and an approving one from Adora.

The two women graciously allowed Courage to lead the way with Rosa, although as soon as they were out of the dining room Muse and Crystal started whispering sweet nothings to each other. They waited until they were at the gallery itself to drop back a little and gain a little privacy, using a nook by an urn to justify slightly more heated behaviour.

Muse kept her tone light and teasing as she murmured in Crystal's ear, "So much for 'the boys will be fine' - tell me there's an extraction plan?"

"There is…they shouldn't have needed it, but they should make it out in one piece," Crystal hummed back, her smile almost reaching her eyes.

Muse relaxed a touch out of relief but noticed the almost concealed discomfort. She took the opportunity to nibble on Charity's ear, barely noting the sound of a deliberate scoff - did people really do that in real life? - from further down the gallery. "What aren't you telling me, darling?"

Crystal pulled Muse towards her, foreheads touching. Her lips barely moving. "If they were caught this early there may be…complications. And they certainly won't have achieved the objective."

"Oh, for goodness…" Muse couldn't help the quiet harumph. "And tonight was meant to be my night off as well."

Crystal's eyes shone like her nickname. "What do you need, lover?"

"As much of a distraction as you think you can make for Fidget and Oyster, please, that should give me room to work too." Muse wrinkled her nose fondly. "Yes, I am giving you permission to seduce Rosa loudly if that's what it comes to, although don't get too carried away and don't break her."

"You really are the best girlfriend," Crystal declared, allowing her voice to rise just a little and catch Courage's attention. Muse couldn't help but look smug. Crystal dropped her voice again, "You know where you're going? And you still have that locket I gave you?"

"Yes, and yes although I'd be happier if I knew why you were insisting on it so hard," Muse replied, watching Courage and Rosa covertly through the side of her eyes.

"Just humour me, okay?" Crystal batted her eyelashes.

"Don't I always?" Muse skipped back just fast enough to avoid a pinch for being cheeky, then moved aside to let Crystal get to work. She leaned back against the wall, listening with eyes closed as Crystal's heels thudded away down the carpet with the staccato of incipient mischief, plotting her route in her head and smiling fondly to herself.

Once Crystal was out of earshot Muse moved, slowly and casually. Her first touch point was a bathroom on the floor above - just about close enough to plausibly be somewhere to 'powder her nose' - and from there she could work her way up to Adora's private study. There were going to be locks to work through but, perhaps not so surprisingly, no cameras; the Hacketts weren't inclined to do anything that might be used as evidence against themselves at a later date, after all.

She walked as a slightly lost tourist might, examining paintings and statues as she went and mumbling directions as though trying to remember them, all the while devoutly hoping that Fidget and Oyster were making a clean getaway wherever in the building they were.

The bathroom door ahead of her opened; Courage stepped out. "You're taking your sweet time about this," he said with cool amusement, "From everything Charity's said about you I was expecting you to have purloined all the silverware and be halfway home by now."

Muse remembered belatedly that Courage had been the one who pushed Crystal into this stupid dare of a contract. "Personally," she replied, watching his face carefully, "I was just here to meet my future in-laws and enjoy my dinner."

Courage scowled. "You can't really think that you'd be allowed to have anything more than a fling with my sister, can you?" He stepped forward and grabbed her by the arm, hard enough to bruise. "A nameless no-account whose only redeeming feature is that she can keep Charity quiet for five minutes, which is more than anyone else can manage-"

Although he hadn't realised it, Courage had made two fatal errors. The first was that he'd insulted Crystal; the second that he'd let Muse get into kicking distance.

Strictly speaking, beating people up was Oyster's job, but that didn't mean Muse couldn't handle herself in a fight if she really had to. She did hope that Rosa had other options for the evening as from the noise Courage made and the truly satisfying way he'd folded over and curled up on the carpet he probably wasn't going to be providing her with much entertainment for at least a couple of days. For good measure she broke his nose as well, purely to prove a point, although she did regret it a little when he turned out to be a bleeder.

"Drat. You know, I liked the pattern on this one," she said as she pulled the pocket square out of the top of her jacket. She very deliberately wiped her knuckles on one edge of it then refolded and replaced it in its pocket, the blood hidden at the bottom. "Charity will appreciate the souvenir though. Good evening, Courage." She stepped over him and carried on up the corridor, outwardly confident even if inside she was already calculating the manoeuvres she and Crystal would need to make to prevent retaliation.

Muse picked up the pace; from this point on there was no way she could claim innocence for being in the wrong place, especially once she used one of the servants' stairs hidden behind a decorative panel. Plus, with the best will in the world, while she had every confidence that Crystal could provide a distraction there would still be a time limit before her parents realised it was staged; best to get the theft over and done with quickly and get back to safety before that could happen.

The study was exactly where she expected it to be from Crystal's directions, built into what had been a turret before extensions and renovations surrounded it on all sides. No windows, thick external brickwork a shell around the room; it didn't make it impenetrable by any means, but it certainly made it much harder to use any entrance other than the heavily locked door.

'Thank goodness for underwires,' Muse thought, quickly unbuttoning her jacket and shirt to get to her bra; she'd anticipated the pat-down on arrival at the house, and while she wasn't meant to be getting involved she did always feel underdressed without at least one pick these days, so while it was a terrible novel cliché she'd had made certain adjustments to her underwear to accommodate an emergency set. The smaller, more flexible picks were harder to use, inclined to bend where she really needed them to be stiff, but it couldn't have taken her much longer than normal before the lock clicked open. She ghosted inside and pulled the door to behind her, relying on the torch on her phone for light.

True to the turret it had been the study was close to circular, with shelves and cupboards and a desk built to fit it exactly. Even the carpet featured circles, rings within rings with patterns between them. The target was an otherwise innocuous cupboard built into the desk itself; rather than a key lock, it required a sequence of various concealed buttons to be pressed in the correct order and rhythm, including one that was coated in a contact poison and another that would trigger a needle into an unsuspecting forearm if held too long.

Muse sighed. It was going to be incredibly obvious that this was an inside job, given the intricacies of the mechanism, and also Fidget was going to be extremely envious as this sort of nonsense was what he lived for. She carefully tucked Crystal's locket into her bra to keep it out the way and got to work.

The last button pressed, Muse held her breath - and gently released it a moment later as she heard the catch release and saw the cupboard door swing ajar. The next breath caught in her throat as something moved through the gap, one moment smoke and the next solid, a tentacle reaching out for her. She stumbled backwards with a yelp, knocking over her phone; with most of the light gone, now she could see the patterns on the carpet glowing faintly purple. That was more than enough; Muse rolled to her feet and lunged for the door, only to find to her horror that she bounced off an invisible wall that followed the line of the patterns.

Something cold and clinging closed around her ankle, knocking her over and pulling her back towards the desk. She reached and tried to pull the creature off her but her hands went straight through its substance. Resisting had been a bad move; more smokey tentacles poured out of a space nowhere near large enough for them and started wrapping around her, the coldness spreading up her legs and latching onto one of her hands when she didn't move it out the way fast enough.

Muse wasn't screaming, but only because not making a noise while working was so ingrained by now.

It was getting harder to struggle, both from the tentacles holding her in place and the cold seeping into her muscles, and while she really didn't want to know what would happen if they reached her face there wasn't much she could do but watch in panic while trying to grab her phone. There was just enough light for her to see one of the tentacles reach the locket, pause, then continue working up towards her throat.

Muse whimpered, the sound forced out of her by pure fear. The cold was getting into her ribcage now, the tentacles starting to constrict her breathing. Her questing fingers caught the edge of her phone but she couldn't get a grip on it.

Another tentacle brushed against her jacket pocket. Abruptly all of them stopped moving; a heartbeat later and they dissolved into smoke again, whipping back into the cupboard and out of sight.

Muse lay on the carpet panting, still caught in deer-in-the-headlights panic, until her inner voice broke through loudly enough to point out that whatever had just happened was almost certainly going to have attracted some sort of attention and she had a job to do. Slowly, making sure of every muscle before moving it, she pulled herself up onto hands and knees, rescued her phone, and reluctantly crawled over to the cupboard. She steeled herself and opened the door fully.

There was a distinct lack of tentacle creatures made of smoke inside, although there was a worrying little wooden carving with a suggestion of tentacle that Muse resolved to avoid touching in the slightest.

More importantly, there were the labelled boxes. One for Courage and one for Crystal. Muse carefully opened the one for Courage; inside, in little padded wells, was a complete set of baby teeth, and tucked into a clip in the lid was what had to be a first lock of baby hair.

Mel slipped a condom packet out of her jacket inner pocket, extracted the condom and parcelled the canines in it. She'd chosen her hairstyle well tonight; it was pretty easy to hide such a small container in the bun. After a moment's thought she picked out a second condom packet and repeated the process with Crystal's baby teeth, adding one of her own hairs to show which was which.

There was another box, unlabelled; Muse couldn't help herself. Inside there was a key of sorts wrapped in a silk handkerchief - it had no teeth, only a bare shaft, and she desperately hoped it was made of ivory. Out of sheer relieved pettiness she snitched it and the handkerchief as well, although lacking any better hiding places that had to go down the side of her boot.

Muse tidied up as best as she could and closed the cupboard again. The markings on the carpet faded out as the lock clicked; she got slowly to her feet and approached the door, this time meeting no resistance. After listening for anyone outside Muse slipped out of the horrible, horrible study, closing and locking the door behind her. She put the picks away properly and buttoned up her shirt and jacket again with trembling hands; she knew that she was going to look mussed at best and a fright at worst, but in the circumstances she just wanted to get out of the house no matter what.

She distracted herself as she made her way back to the dining room by working out her cover story, one where she could turn her fear into a credible impression of anger. Muse entered to the sound of a fine old argument going on; Rosa looked about as mussed as Muse did, only a lot more embarrassed. Crystal was also mussed and not in the least bit embarrassed about the situation, a fact she was explaining loudly and at length to her father. Happily Courage hadn't made it back downstairs just yet…

"Charity, you would not believe what your brother just tried-" Muse said loudly and aggrievedly as she walked through the door, cutting off in apparent surprise at there being more of an audience than intended. She darkened her expression as she took in the now cringing Rosa and the smug Crystal.

"I see." She kept her voice flatly neutral as best as she could, but it was still enough to get a raised eyebrow from Crystal.

Deliberately not looking at Crystal, Muse walked up to Gerald and Adora. "Sir, ma'am, I do apologise," she said in her politest tones, "I've come down with a headache and feel it might be best for me to go home."

Crystal's parents glanced at each other; Adora nodded. "You are, of course, welcome to stay in a guest room overnight, but…yes, going home might be for the best."

"Thank you." Muse forced a smile and gave a small bow before walking out of the room, heading for the front door. A few minutes later she heard the staccato of Crystal's heels behind her; without saying a word to her girlfriend Muse simply led the way back to the car, politely opening and closing the door for Crystal. She drove them out of the gates and into the night, still silent, her knuckles a livid scar across the arc of the steering wheel.

Crystal showed remarkable restraint and waited until they were well away from the house before cracking into an excited smile. "Well? Did you get them?"

"Charity." Muse was impressed at herself for just how much she wasn't shouting right at that moment. "What in the name of all of God's little creatures was in that cupboard?"

Crystal sat back, stung by both Muse's tone and the use of her given name. "Baby teeth, Mama is rather sentimental that way. But you knew that, that was the whole target of the job."

Muse abruptly pulled the car over and up onto the pavement, ignoring the double yellow lines, and concentrated on her breathing. "That wasn't what I meant, Charity. I meant the thing, with the smoke and the tentacles, that thing in the cupboard."

Crystal looked genuinely surprised. "You…you weren't supposed to see that," she said, sounding a little bit worried, "You were wearing the locket I gave you, weren't you?"

Muse cracked. "Yes, I was wearing the bloody locket! It didn't give a flying fig about the bloody locket!" she spat out, all of the terror of the evening sharpening her tone to a knife edge. "That could have killed me, Charity, and I don't even know what it bloody was!"

A small, vicious part of her was pleased to see Crystal flinch back for at least a moment at the unexpected onslaught, but the older woman rallied, "It's a guardian, that's all I know - Mama paid someone to bind it there. But it's not supposed to attack anyone marked as family!"

"Marked with what, expensive jewellery?" Muse was still riding the wave of adrenaline, aware that she was going to pay for her behaviour later but right now unable and unwilling to care.

"No!" Crystal sounded upset. "There's some of my hair in there, Fidget and Oyster had the same - it should have been enough! It must have been, or you wouldn't be here now! The only reason it wouldn't work would be if I'd been cut out of the ward!"

"Let me get this straight," Muse snarled, "You're telling me that you sent the three of us into a potentially lethal situation with no information, no warnings, and a plan that 'should have worked' that you hadn't bloody tried out?!"

Crystal pouted sulkily. "You're making it sound far worse than it is, especially as you've clearly come out fine so my plan must have worked. From what Mama said the only things more powerful than hair are blood and bone, and you definitely didn't have either of those from me."

Muse looked at her in stony silence for a moment before flourishing the pocket square at her. "I never thought I was going to be quite so happy I punched your brother, but between him being the reason for the contract in the first place and it being the reason I didn't die…"

Crystal grabbed the square out of her hand and held it up to the light coming through the windscreen. "Oh my goodness, is that…?" She chuckled. "He is going to be livid."

Muse wasn't willing to let up on Crystal just yet, although tiredness was already starting to win over anger. "It's a good thing I got those teeth then, as I'm sure you can use them for…I don't know, blackmail or insurance or something." She sighed. "Right now though I just want to go home, check the boys made it back safe, shower and sleep, and tomorrow you can explain to me in small words about wards and guardians and everything in case it comes up again. Right?"

"Oh, alright," Crystal said, still smiling at the pocket square in a faintly disconcerting manner, "Let's go home."

It wasn't until much later, lying wrapped up in each other in the dark, that Crystal said sleepily, "I am glad you're okay, Muse. I wouldn't have sent you in if I'd thought you were going to get seriously hurt, I promise - I love you too much for that."

Muse's heart, her eternal weakness, still skipped a beat at the declaration as the last of the anger ran out of her. "I love you too, Crystal," she whispered back, knowing her girlfriend was almost certainly already asleep.

#mel is nominally the sensible one #short fic #writeblr #writblr #motw character #wlw

0 notes

aurelti · 3 years

Text

a few seconds before Adora trips on her dress and falls on the floor

#adora stop getting distracted by your girlfriend #this is actually a redraw of a piece from last year #catradora #adora #catra #she ra and the princesses of power #fanart #my art #they cute

2K notes · View notes

ilikemesometaetaes · 3 years

Text

Don’t Hold Your Breath ~ jjk

Chapter Five (M)

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: As the CEO of an international government security company, you have the world at your fingertips. Living life lavishly and extravagantly has become the norm. Behind closed doors, however, you host a past that renders you lonely and, quite frankly, miserable. It’s only a matter of time before your past comes back to bite you right in the ass.

•••> Pairing(s): Jungkook/Reader, Taehyung/Reader (slight)

•••> Inspo: This fic is inspired by the song “SAVAGE ANTHEM” by PARTYNEXTDOOR. Thank you to @dariangarcia, @btssmutgalore, and @junghoseokit for supporting my work. To my mamas, Kaitlin, Adora, Lauren, Lanie, Lu, and Sher.

•••> Word Count: 6.54k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: angst, infidelity, oral (m receiving), heartbreak, cursing, pining, depression, breakup, mention(s) of therapy/counseling, arguing, drug use, alcohol use | Warnings are written specifically to chapter.

Taglist: @dariangarcia @apurpledheart @itsgottabeyoo-ngs @hytibm @namjinsbaby @ggukkieland

If you’d like to be added to the taglist, say so in a comment to this chapter or the DHYB Main Page, or send me an ask!

NAVIGATION: Chapter Four (M) <- | -> Chapter Six (M) -> Mini-Masterlist -> Series Masterlist

•••> Official Playlist

~#~

“Is it something we discussed now? The truth got you in disgust now, ‘cause I’d rather we just fuck now.”

THEN.

Sitting at your desk at work never felt so somber as you remembered how it all changed. The chain of events that led up to your fight with him the previous night were too hard to ignore anymore.

You remember fighting for him- for the both of you.

The tears flooded your eyes and, thankfully, blurred your vision from the scene before you.

Jungkook sat on a couch placed in the corner of the club, completely inebriated and high out of his mind. But that’s not what hurt you.

What completely ripped your heart from your chest was the woman draped across his exposed lap with her hair held in one hand while she used the other to wrap around the part of his dick that she couldn’t reach whilst she closed her lips over it.

Blinking your tears from your eyes on instinct allowed you to see that another set of eyes was looking at you. And they weren’t Jungkook’s.

Taehyung’s scowl, paired with furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes, was another image from that night you couldn’t get out of your head. There was no shock nor surprise on his face- he was expecting you. Taehyung knew that you would see. He didn’t try to deter you from coming to the club and he didn’t send any warning texts. He was the one who invited you in the first place.

The scene was an unforgettable one.

You should have taken Taehyung’s word for it from the start. He had given you hints that you simply couldn’t bother yourself to pay attention to.

While you possessed the knowledge and evidence that Jungkook cheated on you that night, you couldn’t bring yourself to properly address it. Each time you got around to speaking with him about it, you ended up brushing it off for another time.

Finding an excuse for yourself to defend him was easy.

The drugs and alcohol were the problem. You saw it yourself that night. He was in a completely different world when you saw him doing the deed. His eyes were glazed out with beautiful lips agape in complete, drug-induced ecstasy, unknowing of what he was doing. There was no way he was aware of what was actually happening or even what day it was.

But then came the day that it got so bad that you asked him to go get help. You were willing to forgive his negligence if he was willing to get it fixed.

It was the cause of your final fight.

“I’m not going to fucking rehab, Y/N.” He laughed spitefully. “There is nothing wrong with me. I’m a fucking rockstar. This is what rockstars do.”

“They also cheat on their girlfriends?” You sarcastically asked.

Jungkook chuckled darkly while looking at the floor. After a moment, he met your eyes in a cold gaze before he opened his mouth.

“Rockstars don’t have girlfriends.”

The weight of the statement pressured heavily on you in realization of what he was implying, pushing all of the air from your lungs. You were struck silent with an invisible smack offered by his words. No sound could escape your mouth as you stared back at him in a silent question: did it mean what you thought it meant?

“Yeah.” Was all he said in the deafening silence to answer your unspoken query, looking at the ground awkwardly. He was quick to add another few words to finally hit the nail on the coffin. “But if you still want to fuck, I’m down.”

“But- but I…” Your voice trembled weakly, feeling your eyes ache with incoming tears, but you fought them with every ounce of will that you had as your abhorrence was built up by his last words. The ground was swallowing you up and you were trying to claw your way free. “I waited for you to get better. You told me things would get better once you took off.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Y/N.” He laughed heartily.

Your heart was no longer beating. Not in your mind, anyway.

You felt as the life was torn from your lungs with the most simple and practical words; your world taken from you and all air seeming too thick to inhale.

Awfully, you couldn’t seem to listen to his words this time. You didn’t want to. Breathing seemed much too difficult as you felt him snatch the light from your life with one swipe.

There was no chance that you would let him watch you cry- no way he was going to watch the pain he delivered onto you take physical effect. You were disappointed and neglected- a pawn in the game he played. You were sick of playing now.

Instead, you turned around, grabbed your purse off of the kitchen table-

And left.

Sitting at your desk with all of the sadness that Jeon Jungkook brought into your life, you decided that it was finally time to leave. You needed to leave Korea. You needed to move on to bigger and better things.

Your hand was reaching for your phone before you could stop yourself from doubling back. It’s about time.

Googling for a moving company- any moving company- only took you a few seconds and you pressed the call button with a new sense of conviction.

“Good afternoon! Thank you for calling Team Wang’s Moving Company! What can I assist you with today?”

Making sure your voice was level and controlled, you spoke, “I’d like to schedule a move of items from a storage unit here in Korea to another country. Am I able to do that?”

“Of course, ma’am! We can get started on preparations for that right away! What was the location that you were referencing? We are limited on the countries we can ship to due to certain regulations.”

Without any further hesitation or pondering over the past, you settled on it.

“Italy.”

Jungkook

He sat in his room for a while with an empty lyric journal, letting the high slowly fade from his body as regret began pumping through his veins. Jungkook had put up the act for Taehyung, but after he saw his brother angrily storm out the door and he was left alone to the ever familiar havoc in his mind, the fight to maintain his mask was easily lost.

What the fuck did he do?

Seeing you cry was common for him; Jungkook had made you cry too many times to count, but that didn’t take away from the way it ripped apart the sinew in his chest every time he saw that look in your eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks.

He managed to convince himself of the belief that it was impossible for you to care that much anymore. You just couldn’t. Not when he had fucked up the first time. He had broken your trust and he didn’t trust himself enough to try and earn yours back, fearing that he would just fuck you up past recovery- like himself.

Jungkook was beyond rejuvenation and beyond any form of succor. Nothing could help him silence his demons except the cold and dark embrace of death. Even now, sitting in silence in his bedroom to let the remorse for you distract him from the torment of the empty organ beating in his chest, he felt them begin to criticize him.

Jungkook’s parents and brother died young, victims of a drunken asshole who decided that it was a good idea to get behind the wheel to try and get home to his girlfriend. What a fucking prick.

For some reason, Jungkook decided that it would be a good idea to stay home and worry about the girl that he liked at school, making little sketches to slip into her lunchbox once lunch came around.

Of all days he could have stayed home, it just had to be that one. He should have gone to the grocery store with them. He should have been in that car with them.

The voices in his head began three weeks after the funeral- when Jungkook reached the ripe age of twelve. Constantly battering him down, twisting his heart, and suffocating his head, he recognized that it was his own voice and his own psyche attacking the sanctity of his soul after he watched the three coffins sink into the cold ground.

It just had to rain that day, water filling the nice dress shoes his father bought for him a few months prior as mud covered the black leather.

He reached adulthood much too fast. Even under the care of his parents’ friends, he was forced by his own will to become independent. They tried to shower him with the same love and support that his family had, but it was no use- Jungkook was alone. No one could fill that gap in his heart once it was made empty.

He’ll admit, he was a bit more dramatic back then.

He was approaching his seventeenth birthday when he smoked for the first time, turning it into a habit by the time he graduated high school. He had been dragged out to an end-of-the-year school gathering by Taehyung, a senior who was much too silent like himself- who understood that Jungkook preferred the quiet due to the mayhem in his mind. They had formed a tranquil and mostly unspoken bond over the months that they studied together.

“Is it safe?” Jungkook muttered while looking at his older companion of the silence curiously.

“I’ve done it a few times and I was fine. Just take it slow at first. Try two hits and then wait like twenty or thirty minutes.” Taehyung’s contralto voice was somehow comforting to Jungkook, a beacon in the chaos that was the kickback they were currently separating themselves from. “If you don’t want to, that’s cool. You don’t have to.”

“Nah,” Jungkook’s desire to break out of his shell was a little spurred by Taehyung who seemed to aid him in the most odd yet unobtrusive way. “I’ll try it. Might be cool.”

The only two at the campfire while the rest of their year mates drank and danced to music in the house, Jungkook and Taehyung shared their first high together.

Then, the voices stopped.

Jungkook was shaken to his core, gripping the arms of the camping chair he sat in until his fingers ached and his knuckles turned white. For the first time in six years, his head was blanketed in silence.

Slightly panicked at the new sensation, he turned to Taehyung for help, only to find that his friend was sitting back with his head craned up, gazing intently at the stars. Jungkook followed his stare and struggled to see them past the glow of the flames in front of him, only to grow enraptured by the gorgeous twinkling of each small dot in the midnight sky once his eyes adjusted. Strangely, he was hit by a sudden burst of inspiration.

“I could write a song right now.” Jungkook told the sky confidently.

“You write?” He saw Taehyung turn to look at him out of the corner of his eye. Meeting his friend’s observance, he let a smile lazily grace his face for once as he replied.

“I do occasionally. I always wanted to be a singer when I was younger.”

“Me too.” Taehyung chuckled with a sense of wistfulness, fixing his stare on the small inferno in the fire pit. “Well, I wanted to be a bassist really bad. Maybe sing a little.”

Overcome with the emotions of maybe not being totally alone, Jungkook’s inner sageness spewed from his mouth without falter, wholly due to the graceful and relaxed feeling that he received from the high.

“We’re still young.” He reasoned. “We can still do it.”

“I’ll be studying music in university after my military service is over. My most realistic dream now is to become a studio bassist for some record company.” Taehyung laid his head back again, closing his eyes.

“Hey,” Jungkook called for his friends attention and the older boy looked at him with slightly bloodshot eyes. “We can do something with this if we really want to. I’ll follow you to university. Never really had a solid plan for where I wanted to go to anyway.” Jungkook stuck his hand out in a silent offer, hoping that his proposition wouldn’t be crushed.

Taehyung smiled mellowly, taking his younger friend’s hand with his in a handshake. “Sounds like a plan, my friend.”

After Taehyung graduated and enlisted, Jungkook completed his senior year with a new hobby- well, two new hobbies: writing and smoking.

With the impending date of his enlistment, he knew that he had to give it up as he was going to get drug tested. For two years, he kept up with himself without the help of the self-administered psychoactive drug therapy.

Service was a good distraction from the voices. Having things to do to keep him busy and writing in any free time he had, he was kept delightfully aloof from the dark corners of his mind. It also helped that he enlisted into the same garrison that Taehyung was assigned to.

Taehyung welcomed Jungkook into university with open arms. Now, at the age of twenty, Jungkook was a seasoned and trained man. The voices still loomed over him, but they were pushed to the back of his mind as he learned to deal with the emptiness.

He had highs to suppress his demons, he had his songs to communicate himself to others, and he had Taehyung.

Although it wasn’t nearly enough to fill his empty glass, it was empty no longer.

Jungkook lay in his bed as he watched the violet sky turn midnight blue, the already-set sun pulling the rest of its light away from his side of the earth.

Naked and vulnerable under the scrutiny of the world, he lay in the sheets with his head turned toward the window, presenting the sorrow brimming in his eyes right back to the invisible gaze of the universe. With no form of judgement in response to him, he was left to ponder over the things he had done.

Because even now, with a slight high from the drugs, he realized that he could still hear them- the whispers, murmurs, and dronings of impugnment continued to poison his mind. He found it funny that he was always pressing the voices away, yet whenever confronted by the menace that was his emotions, they were his safety blanket.

Pulling the sheets to his body while he curled into himself, Jungkook realized that he felt completely bare and exposed without the voices.

He’d keep them back to the point of a whisper so that he could call on them to protect him with a roaring intensity during bad times. There was never a time that he wasn’t manually suppressing them if he wasn’t high anymore.

With a shaken mind, he realized the only true way they were silent without true effort now. The drugs had stopped suppressing them a long time ago. There was no way he was able to have silence unless he was actually enforcing the lack of sound onto himself.

Not unless he was with you.

You provided light and hope and everything good to him, You gave him the things that were snatched away from him all those years ago- the things that he forced himself to live without. Unlike Taehyung, who gave him the sense of having a brother again, you gave him the love of everyone he lost. You acted like a sibling, gave him the comfort like a mother, and gave him the stern challenge and teachings of a father- if that made any sense.

Without you, he felt like his family; Jungkook felt lost and alone. Even as an up-and-coming rockstar with thousands of fans scrambling to get to know him, he felt like he was the last man on the planet who kept himself back while everyone else moved on to a better world.

The night at the club still haunted him, the truth of what happened chilling him to the bone- even if he didn’t exactly remember any of it.

Shit. Maybe he needed help after all.

NOW.

Sitting with his back to the door, staring at the night of New York City, Jungkook did not hear Namjoon enter the room with both of his bodyguards in tow.

“We’re staying another few days.” His older brother informed him, breaking him from his trance-like gaze.

“Goody.” Jungkook sighed, setting his empty glass down on the table in front of him. With a huff, he stood and stretched. Namjoon uttered a quick ‘give us a second’ to his men before the shuffling of feet and the door closing behind him signaled the beginning of a serious conversation.

“You know she’s still here, right? It’s not too late to go and talk to her.” Jungkook could feel the man’s eyes on his back, pity dousing the information that Jungkook was already aware of.

But Jungkook didn’t need Namjoon’s pity. It was enough that Namjoon saw his feelings on paper. Nothing more needed to be shared.

Still, he respected his brother’s wisdom and he remembered the words of his counselor. ‘Accept the silence. Then, do the talking from the inside. The only one truly speaking, inside and out loud, is you.’

“I know. I already spoke to her. Some things…” Jungkook’s volume died down for a moment, unsure of how to put it, as he turned his head to look at his brother in a silent plea for assistance. “…happened the other night. She came and saw me again today,”

“-I didn’t know what to do and I acted like a dickhead.” He looked back down and chuckled spitefully to himself, wisps of a shadow materializing back into the depths of his mind once he stopped speaking.

Namjoon exhaled after not realizing that he was holding his breath following his own comment. Carefully, he approached Jungkook so as to not trigger him into closing himself off. Despite having received professional assistance and counseling for two years, Jungkook was still as fragile as fine china.

The older man placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder before slightly forcing Jungkook to face him.

“Tell me, Jungkook,” Namjoon looked into his eyes, prying into the windows of his soul, to capture a glimpse of the storm clouds brewing in his brother’s brown orbs. “Do you still love her?”

Jungkook didn’t know how to answer at first.

The voices began permeating Jungkook’s mind ever so slowly as an automatic reaction to being emotionally jabbed. He didn’t like addressing his feelings; the voices were all he could fall back on when he felt threatened, deafening volume drowning out the possibility for anything to reach into him too deep. They gave him the things- the bad things- he needed to say in order to protect himself.

As he sifted through the past two years, however, looking back on the help he had received and the exercises he went through that allowed him to no longer fear the natural silence- to embrace it without the drugs- he knew that no one was threatening him and no one was going to hurt him. Jungkook was asked if he still loved you and he couldn’t have the negativity surrounding him if he was going to answer that question, so he moved his trepidation out of the way to see what was left for you.

Behind it all- the fear, meaningless women, music, loss- lay a withering yet ever-present being, its wings tattered and flayed at the edges. With its first glances of light, with no smog to block it, it beat its tiny appendages with potential and came to life upon Jungkook’s realization of what it was.

His arrant and perennial love for you.

Jungkook briefly remembered the meadow- your meadow- and all of the tiny butterflies that were living out their lives in the beauty of the world that day. A butterfly adorned with blue and black splotches of color on its wings had managed to land on your head for a split second when he adjusted your hair. The particular memory and the events that followed on that day relocated as the tiny butterfly inside his mind fluttered upwards.

Jungkook’s heart soared with newfound beginnings- a second chance.

“I do, hyung. I do.” He whispered, voice wavering under the force of the emotions that came bubbling up from his chest. Tears filled his eyes, prompting his older brother to pull him into an embrace.

Jungkook’s body racked with cries at the feeling of comfort and warmth, unable to stop himself from feeling the raw emotions he had delayed for too long. Instead of needing to push the darkness out of the way, it came pouring out of him in radiating waves much too intense for him to handle alone.

“Hyung! I love her! I love her!” He chanted into his brother’s shoulder. “I hurt her! She was all mine and I tossed her away!”

Namjoon, although shocked by the psychological state and emotional outburst of his usually stoic bandmate, held him with care and waited until his brother’s breathing calmed before suggesting his next move. “Then go and get her, Kook.”

“She’s-” Jungkook had to swallow to wet his dry throat. “She’s with Taehyung right now.”

“Then wait until morning. From what Jin-hyung said, she’ll be here until the end of the week.”

So, wait is what Jungkook did.

He woke up at eight the next morning and called your personal assistant, finding his number easily on your company’s preliminary email to everyone in his organization for the whole UN ordeal. After two rings, the man answered.

“Halo! This is Brian Morena, representative and PA to Ms. Y/N Y/L/N. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

“Jeon Jungkook.” Jungkook stated his name lowly and unsurely, cautious as to how to approach asking him about your schedule.

“Ah, Mr. Jeon! It is a pleasure to speak with you! I’ll just verify your phone number really quick. It will only take a moment.” The line went silent for a few seconds and Jungkook waited on the edge of his bed with a bouncing knee and a fingernail between his teeth. After a few more seconds, the man was back on the phone. “You’re good! What can I do for you today?”

“I was just wondering if I could possibly get my hands on Ms. Y/N’s schedule for the day.” Jungkook heard how weird the request sounded the moment it flew from his lips. Quickly, he came up with a lie to soothe the request with reasoning. “She left her jacket in the elevator and I wish to return it to her- personally.”

Jungkook added the last part, knowing that the man would just tell him to give it to an employee of your own building, and Jungkook couldn’t have that. He wanted- no, needed- to see you.

“I see.” Brian responded thoughtfully. “Well, in that case, I’m unable to disclose her whereabouts due to security reasons.” Jungkook’s heart dropped a little at the notion of being unable to speak with you while his heart was still flying open. Then, Brian spoke again.

“But if she is in her hotel during her free time, she will be in her penthouse and I will assign you a temporary elevator key so that you can get to her door. It won’t unlock the door, but it will get you in front of it. Does that sound alright, Mr. Jeon?”

Jungkook smiled triumphantly. “Yes, that sounds lovely. Thank you, Brian.”

“It’s no problem, sir! Though, I do suggest you move quickly because she only has the next two and a half hours before she has her first scheduled event of the day. Your key will be ready for you in the next ten minutes. Have to wait until your status change goes through properly.” Brian was busy clacking away at his keyboard while he spoke, but Jungkook couldn’t be more overjoyed that he had succeeded in his plan thus far.

Things will work out. I’ll get her back. However much and however long it takes.

He dressed casually and indiscriminately with a mask over his face so as to not draw attention. After searching for it on google and exiting the hotel onto the street, he hailed a cab to take him to the first flower shop he could find to order you a bouquet of white tulips- obviously, he had to google that too. Jungkook had no idea what the best flower for apologies and hopes of new beginnings was. He was no botanical genius and that was a fact.

Once he had the flowers in his hand after a grueling wait, he stopped by the closest coffee shop to buy your favorite coffee- with two creams and three sugars if he remembered correctly. Despite the amount of time the florist had wasted, he made his way back to the hotel on foot so that he could properly practice what he was going to say to you. If he was going to make it right, he needed all the practice he could get.

Take off the mask. Don’t be a dick. Take off the mask. Don’t be a dick.

Jungkook let the incantations fill his head so that the haze of negativity didn’t have a chance to snap back into place over his single, delicate emotion. He was vulnerable and fighting the mental pressure with everything he had so that he could bare himself long enough to at least get back on good terms with you.

By the time he was back in front of your hotel building, it was a quarter to ten and he was left cursing the florist for taking so long. He stood awkwardly on the pavement, allowing himself a few breaths before he decided to enter the glass doors. Jungkook knew that he would be attracting attention by standing in front for so long, yet he couldn’t help but need a moment to send a prayer to whichever god was watching over him.

Closing his eyes, he craned his head up and took one last inhale whilst sending a silent plea for things to work out. To see you smiling and happy again. To hold you in his arms and hear you silence every one of his demons once and for all.

What he didn’t expect was one of his prayers to be promptly answered.

As he opened his eyes to look at the late morning sky, he caught sight of you immediately, sitting on the restaurant balcony- laughing and smiling. But you weren’t laughing and smiling to yourself.

You were giving your joy and happiness to Taehyung whose hand was covering yours above the table, grinning endearingly and adoringly back at you.

Jungkook’s hands grew numb, warranting the flowers and coffee to slip from his grasp onto the sidewalk, as he drowned in smog once again.

NOW.

You

“He never wanted you to leave.”

You sat, dumbfounded for a moment, as Taehyung said the words. You didn’t let the shock last for long, knowing that what he said must have been a lie.

“There’s no way.” You chuckled scornfully. “He told me himself, Taehyung. He didn’t want me anymore.”

“Y/N, take it from me. I loved you. I wanted to see you happy.” He grimaced briefly, most likely from the personal statement, while turning his eyes down to place his gaze on his empty plate in front of him. “But I knew that he made you happy even though he made you sad. He made you happy in a way that I never could. And he wanted to see you that way- happy.”

“I’m sorry, Tae. I- I should’ve-” Your heart ached for a moment as you tried to find the words to say, wishing for the first time that you had been in love with him instead.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N. You can’t force feelings like that and I sure as hell was not going to force you into anything that you didn’t want.”

A question burned behind your eyes, tugging your heart to remember the past.

“Then why did you let me see?” Your eyes turned cold. The drop in your tone nor the change of your mood were directed at him, but they were caused by him nonetheless.

“Because I was young and thought you had a chance to find that happiness elsewhere.” He sighed, taking the opportunity to place his hand over yours on the table while his words distracted you. “And for that, I’m sincerely sorry. I know that friends are supposed to help each other out, but that was a situation that was out of my hands and not mine to handle or get involved in.”

“I’m not blaming you for my relationship issues. I never did and I never will. So don’t apologize.” You looked down at the way his hand covered yours. “I just wanted to know.”

Taehyung pat your hand in an attempt for you to look at him again. When you did, he continued his sentiment.

“Jungkook didn’t want you to leave at all. He has this… thing. It’s not really my place to say anything, but I’ve been friends with him for years and he’s had it a bit rough. I know that he’s a dick- believe me, I know-“ You quirked an eyebrow at his expression. “But he’s got something he keeps hidden behind that thick skull of his that you should probably know about.”

“Why can’t you just tell me?” You asked, curious as to what he could be alluding to.

“Because you guys still need to talk. He was never good at talking to you about things.”

“I’m never fucking talking to him ever again.” You deadpanned.

“Please do it for me, Y/N.” His eyes begged with his plea, pulling you in.

“Oh? And why should I do it for you, hm?” You joked with him to steer the conversation away from the heavy subject, a small smile playing upon your lips. “I think you were the one apologizing to me.”

“Well, all I can say is that I’m sorry. I was supposed to be there for you- when you needed a shoulder to cry on and when you needed someone to binge watch TV shows with.” He smiled with his attempted joke that you couldn’t help but laugh at.

“You’re the best TV show buddy.” You giggled and looked down at your joined hands again, rotating your own so that you could hold his. To be friends with him after all this time… is it possible?

“Oh, I know I am!” He laughed loudly again, prompting you to quickly look around the restaurant area and the street below you, mild panic setting in once more. You tilted your head in confusion and pity at the sight of a few white flowers lying on the pavement next to a splattered drink.

“Poor flowers.” You muttered to yourself. “They’re so pretty.”

You watched Taehyung turn to look where you were staring from the corner of your eye. “Oh yeah. Would you look at that? Such a waste.”

Instead of taking any more time, you stood and straightened your blazer to remove the wrinkles. “We should probably get out of here. I have a security meeting in a little while.”

“How long is a little while?” Taehyung asked as he stood and pressed his hands to his own coat. You made eye contact with Jay who was already stood and ready to go, nodding to him as you answered Taehyung’s question.

“About an hour and a half. Why?”

“Damn. That’s not enough time. Maybe tonight then?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully, lips forming into a thin line.

“Enough time for what? What’s happening?” You grabbed his elbow when he began walking away without answering your question.

“What time are you going to be done for the day?” He asked.

“Taehyung,” You warned lowly. “What’s going on? I won’t tell you unless you give me something to work with here.”

“Oh, nothing.” He smiled and removed your grasp from his arm. “I’ll just ask Brian again. I’m sure he’ll be upset if you dodge your schedule.”

“Brian?” You watched as he walked away through the tables while hooking his mask back onto his ears. You wanted to get to the bottom of the situation fast- so you quickly followed him. “You’ve been speaking with him?”

“Of course I have! Isn’t that right, Jay?” Taehyung turned to the man in question.

“Of course, Mr. Kim. You’ve been very in touch with the staff.” Your bodyguard, once he joined you and Taehyung walking together, let a small, smug grin pull at the corners of his mouth. What a traitor. A slight sense of mock-betrayal filled you.

“What?” You asked. “Why?”

“For research purposes.” Taehyung deadpanned, grabbing your hand in the process. “Now come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“I have to go back to my room and get ready for my meetings.” You said quickly. Taehyung only chuckled lowly.

“Alright. Then let’s go!” He tugged you towards the exit. “I’ll take you to your door.”

You had no option but to stumble behind him while you stressfully surveyed the area, careful of onlookers.

~∞~

“YOU ALMOST LOST IT?” Kate’s voice was shrill and slightly distorted as it burst through the speakers of your phone at an ear-splitting volume.

“I’m sorry!” You briskly apologized. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear!”

“I spent weeks- weeks!- planning and making that jacket for you! I-” She bleated weakly before her tone leveled to nonchalance. “Wow. So this is what being chopped liver feels like.”

“Kate! You are not chopped liver, I swear.” You rushed the statement as you sat back in your office chair, glad to have a conversation that wasn’t work-related after a long and grueling day.

Your friend only grumbled in response. “It sure feels like it.”

“Well, you aren’t. I swear on my job.” You said.

“Oh wow. Holy shit. Okay, yeah that means a lot.” She stuttered playfully. “But something tells me you didn’t call me just to tell me you almost lost one of my most prized works of art- which, by the way, is my best seller. So, what is it?”

“I- uh…” You didn’t know how to word it. You had spent the entire work day using security updates and board meetings as a distraction from the open debate in your head, so now that your day was over and you had nothing left to do, the thoughts came back. It’s why you called Kate; you needed a third opinion.

If what Taehyung said about Jungkook was actually true, then maybe you should talk to him so that you could hear his side of the story. The bad bitch part of you told you to fuck off and forget about him, but you couldn’t help the softer and more curious side of yourself that begged to hear him out.

Realizing you had gone silent for a moment too long, you blurted out something random. “I’d like for you to design a hat for me.” A hat? Really? That was the best you could come up with? At least ask for some pants or something.

“Bullshit,” She chuckled in response. “But I’ll take that until you’re ready to tell me what’s actually going on.”

You heard her rustling some paper in preparation to take down design ideas, triggering panic to rise within you. You didn’t want her to put in work for an imaginary hat that you really had no desire of having.

“Hypothetically!” You shouted before she could get into it.

“Okay…” You heard the hesitation in her voice, clearly weirded out by your outburst. “Hypothetically what?”

“Let’s say, hypothetically, that you had an old flame who broke your heart and acted like a dick years ago, but you just recently learned that there were, maybe- I don’t know- some other things going on that made him act that way. Would you want to talk to him about it?”

“Hell no.” Kate laughed. “Just because you’re going through some stuff doesn’t mean you can act like a dick to other people. There’s no excuse for being a shitty person.”

“That’s what I thought.” You replied strongly. In your head, however, the war within you was brewing, weakening your composure.

“You’re not one to usually think about things like this.” Kate added. “What’s going on with you?”

“Just dealing with some stuff from the past. Nothing huge.” You didn’t want to overshare and Kate understood, knowing that she could never ask you to tell her about your past. She would wait until you were the one sharing it with her.

“Just let me know if you want me to come over there. I could definitely use some quality time with a quiet person for once. These idiots are so loud.”

You laughed in response. “I will. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. We can watch movies or something and eat pizza and drink wine.”

“Oh my. That sounds like the perfect date!” She squealed. Her giddiness was infectious, spreading a soft smile across your lips.

“Won’t Brian get jealous?” You jab at her playfully.

“Not at all. He’ll probably end up attached to his video games anyway.” Kate snorted. “Shit! Speaking of! I need to call him! I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Talk to you later.” You sat up in your chair.

“Bye!” She chirped.

As you sat alone in your office, building lights dark and the lights from the city the only form of illumination in the room through the window, you let your friends’ words rifle through your head.

On one hand, Kate catered to your stone-cold side, encouraging you to forget all about Jungkook and move on. Despite not knowing the situation and understanding all of its facets, her opinion was unbiased.

Taehyung, on the other hand, encouraged you to speak with Jungkook. He was aware of both sides of the story and understood what you and Jungkook- whatever the hell it was- were going through. He supported the side of you that was eager to understand and desperate to love again.

The decision was, ultimately, yours to make. What were you going to do?

The thoughts in your mind weighed heavy on your heart while you prepared to leave. You stood, packed your brief case, and made your way out of your office and onto the sidewalk to hail your driver so that you could go back to your hotel.

You couldn’t worry about it for long, though, because your phone vibrated three separate times as three notifications lit up your screen on your way back. Taehyung texted you.

Kim Taehyung (BTS)

Wear thick socks.

And a coat.

With gloves.

You stared at your phone in confusion, trying to figure out what he was getting at. Just what in the world was this boy planning?

~#~

Sorry this took so long, everyone! Please remember to like/reblog and comment if you want. I’d like to know what you guys think!

Don’t forget to check out the Series Masterlist if you want to read the oneshots that I have published.

130 notes · View notes

dammithawke · 4 years

Note

I haven't seen SPoP, but... Adora finds a laser pointer (for the writing prompt thing)

[Tell me what you think, comment on Ao3!]

It was Bow’s, originally. He claimed he invented it so he could help teach his dads to aim easier with their fledgling archery skills. He mentioned it to Adora, once or twice, said it might be useful for council meetings or game nights, though Adora wasn’t entirely sure how a flashlight would be helpful.

When he showed it to her, she gave him a skeptical look. They sat alone in one of Bright Moon’s libraries, Melog in Adora’s lap. For once, the cat had no interest in joining Catra in her evening nap, preferring to get as much attention from their friend’s Favorite as they could. Sometimes, a cat just needed some extra attention.

“Would anyone even be able to see the light?” She asked, carefully picking up the little tube Bow was showing her, as if it was precious porcelain or a bomb that might blow up in her hand.

“Oh, definitely. Push the button.” He insisted. She frowned and started lifting it up to look down the shaft, only for Bow to jump forward and wrestle her arm down. “Wait! Don’t point it at your eyes.”

She gave him an even more doubtful look, but finally pointed it at the wall. The dot was surprisingly bright and small, a little red speck that traced where Adora pointed it.

Melog’s purring stopped, their eyes trained on the spot. A moment later, they were no longer in Adora’s lap, pouncing after the speck. She snorted, pointing the laser at Bow’s shoes; Melog made a chittering noise and pounced, trying to catch the dot under their paws.

Laughter filled the library for a while as Bow and Adora took turns entertaining the cat with it. Half an hour later, Adora grinned at her friend as she asked to borrow the pointer for the evening.

---

It wasn’t until after dinner that Adora could get Catra alone. Even with the peace brought on by the end of the war, it didn’t leave them with an abundance of alone time. They’d excused themselves after dessert and very nearly raced each other back to their room, Adora barely catching Catra by the waist as they skidded to a stop at their door. They were snickering as Adora fumbled with the doorknob, Catra tugging teasingly at the collar of Adora’s shirt with impatience. As soon as it was open, Adora tugged Catra around in front of her to shove her in, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Well, aren’t you pushy tonight.” Catra smirked and pulled Adora in by the front of her shirt. Before Adora could answer, Catra’s lips were on her throat, nipping along her jaw. Adora let one of her hands skim along Catra’s hip, up her back.

It was an easy distraction, really.

Catra was far too preoccupied with pushing Adora’s jacket out of the way to notice Adora’s free hand slipping into one of her pockets, just out of sight. She really just had to get the angle right, keeping her hand low and out of the way, peeking out just enough that the little red dot was somewhere Catra could see.

For a long moment, she was far too busy pulling Adora closer, her lips trailing over her partner’s now-bare shoulder to notice much of anything at all. But then she froze.

Adora grinned.

“Adora… Don’t move.”

Catra’s hands disappeared from where they had been tugging at Adora’s clothes and pulling her closer, as did the woman herself. She stepped toward the opposite wall, eyes fixed on the small red dot. Adora could hear the softest of growls escaping her girlfriend’s now snarled lips, her tail whipping around at attention.

Catra pounced. The dot flicked a few feet away, farther down the wall. Her ears pressed flat as she pounced again. Once again, the dot eluded her.

Only when Catra heard Adora’s snorting laughter did she turn back to look at the princess, realization slowly dawning on her face.

“You little-”

Adora barely had time to let out a cackle as Catra dashed after her, a new chase beginning. Oh, this was going to be her new favorite game.

#spop #spop fic #spop drabble #catra #adora #catradora #rollforrandom

368 notes · View notes

allegra-writes · 4 years

Text

“Once in twenty lifetimes”

Tom Holland x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: Implied character death.

“In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you”

The chaos of stars - Kiersten White

Just a little one shot inspired by the song “Cardigan” and this lovely past life reading by Adora’s light.

MY MASTERLIST

You cursed as your high heel got stuck on the cobblestone, making your ankle twist painfully. It would be just like you to be late, and injured, on your first day. But no, you still had about half an hour to spare, and the building was literally across the street.

You tried to slow down your pace, and the beating of your heart, it would do you no good to arrive early, shaky and exuding nervousness like the inexperienced rookie you were. A smile broke through your face as you saw the coffee shop. Yeah, an herbal tea would do you worlds of good.

Your bare feet hit the stone tiles of the castle floor, running. People were running in all directions, screaming in terror: the enemy was inside already, the fires raging in the citadel nothing but a mere distraction. You heard the cries of your maiden inside your own bedchamber being beaten for information, you knew what the enemy wanted: You.

“Meri Rani!” That voice. You knew that voice. “Meri Rani, this way!”

A strong, rough hand wrapped around your dainty one, guiding you behind a tapestry, to the hidden pathways and you could have cried in relief.

Your brave knight. Your faithful guardian.

You were safe.

You were always safe in his arms.

The music hit you with a wave of melancholy as soon as you opened the door of the shop. That old Elvis’ song always made you strangely nostalgic. You smiled at the bittersweet feeling, stepping in line to order.

You didn’t want to fall into the “I was born in the wrong era” cliche, you really didn’t. And you knew a lot of people thought you were boring, too old fashioned, sometimes even snobbish because of it. But truth was, modern music just didn’t hit the same. The fast rhymes, oversaturated and monotone beats didn’t move you. You sounded like your grandmother, but they just didn’t make good music anymore. Not that good at least.

“Wise meeeen say” You watched your boyfriend stumble under the streetlights, torn between exasperation and fondness. Drunk. He was drunk. Unbelievable. “Only fooools ruuuuusshh in”

As unbelievable as how nicely those Levi’s hugged his hips, as he twirled around the pole… and somehow managed to slip, face planting on it.

“Ouch!”

“Yeah, you’re a fool alright, Thomas"

You rushed to his side, prying his hands away from his face to check his nose.

"It’s all your fault, doll. I’m a fool for you” He winked, but the effect was somehow dampered by the blood falling freely over his lips. “We should go to that Elvis concert next month"

His warm brown eyes lit up with enthusiasm at his own new idea.

"Hmmm I’m not sure we should” You feigned concern, “I could fall in love with him… he is very handsome”

Your boyfriend snorted,

“No way. You dig me way more than you dig Elvis"

"Not when you’re all bloody and bruised like this…”

“Ow”

“Sorry!” You apologized, trying to be gentler as you finished wiping at his blood with your handkerchief.

His arm snaked around your waist, cold fingers sneaking under your sweater, making you jump slightly.

“Is ok, love” he whispered against your lips, “I’ll let you kiss it better.”

“Hi, hun!” Chloe, the cashier, greeted. “Your usual?”

“Oh, no, I’m jumpy enough today!” You chuckled, perusing the tea menu, “I think I’ll have… some lavender tea today. Good for first day anxiety.”

“Wouldn’t lime flower be better for that?” The blonde teen frowned in confusion.

“Lavender is just as good, plus it won’t make me drowsy”

Chloe rang your order, taking a mental note of your words.

“I’ll try to remember that for the next customer that asks for lime flower. How do you even know so much about herbs?”

You simply shrugged, accepting your change,

“I don’t know, I guess I just have a memory for this kinda thing”

“Mama!"

You raised your head from where you were harvesting berries of bittersweet nightshade, and felt your heart skip a beat. The image of your husband walking to you with your little girl in his arms still managed to take your breath away and fill your whole being with warmth and joy even after three years.

You stood up, wiping your dirty hands on your skirts.

"See, bumblebee? I told you mama was just outside” You heard Tom’s soft words soothing the crying infant. “She doesn’t like it when she wakes up and you’re not there…” He added to you, the corners of his mouth belying his amusement.

“Is that true, sweetie?” You inquired, extending your arms toward the toddler, who practically leaped into them. Your daughter only nodded in response, hiding her face on your chest, fisting her tiny hands on the top of your dress, holding on as if she was afraid you were gonna disappear any minute.

“Aye… I think she misses you almost as much as I do when you’re gone” Tom declared, wrapping his arms around both his girls, trying to squish down the uneasiness that had taken over him ever since he had heard…

“Is that so?”

Both your husband and your daughter nodded, making you chuckle.

“What if mama makes some marzipan cakes tonight? Would that cheer you up? We could go to the village in the afternoon to get some flour”

Your husband’s stomach made a flip, the sound of your daughter’s enthusiastic approval drowned by his own worries and fears.

“Or we could just let your daddy make some of his honey candies. No need to go to the village…"

You finished stirring the honey in your tea, and hurried to put the lid back to the cup, eager to leave. As much as you loved the little cafe, you couldn’t quite stand it in the mornings. You hated the fact that they served american breakfast. The smell of bacon and sausages, actually the smell of any meat being cooked, never failed to make your stomach churn. That was actually the main reason for your vegetarianism, even stronger than your convictions, your compassion and love for animals. Even stronger than your concerns or your wish for a healthier lifestyle, was your dislike. While most people found that smell mouthwatering and delicious, to you, it only ever smelled of burnt flesh.

Your beloved husband’s face was the only one you could make out in the crowd. His pale, tear streaked face, looking almost blue in the twilight. But no, it wasn’t twilight yet, it couldn’t be with the sun still so high in the sky.

… Then why was everything so blue?

The executioner tightened the ropes around you, but you couldn’t feel them. You were numb all over.

"I’m sorry” He murmured, “but I will have to hurry up. Your husband gave me the tea but I think I used too much. If they realize what I did, they will burn me too"

You understood then: wolfsbane. He couldn’t save your life, there was no way he could have, the archbishop had watched you like a hawk all the time they had kept you in the tower. But he wanted to spare you the pain. And not even the man of the church could find it in himself to deny you your last wish: a single cup of tea… that you hadn’t requested.

"Why?” You managed to let out, “Why are you helping me?"

"You helped me once. Or rather, my girlfriend. Well, my wife now”

You tried to remember. Yes, you were sure that was her, the blacksmith’s daughter. She was supposed to be a maiden, back then. If her father found out, he would have beaten her to death, but with a little pennyroyal you had put an end to her predicament.

You could see the regret in his eyes as he let the torch fall into the pyre. You searched your husband’s face through the smoke. His agonized eyes met yours one last time.

No. Not the last. Only the last in that lifetime.

“I love you” You didn’t open your mouth but you knew he had heard you, “forever"

You tried to shake away the morbid thought, as you stepped into the busy street again. It wasn’t all that hard, as you immediately got swept away by it’s fast paced rhythm. There was something about the city, some hidden beauty in it’s chaos, a siren song, a presence. Almost as if somewhere in its darkest alley, there was a heartbeat calling for you. And in a way, you guessed there was, all of them were always crowded, teeming with life. Yet, unlike in any other city, here you weren’t shoved or pushed around. Here, if someone as much as bumped your arm, you would get a quick and embarrassed "sorry”. And you didn’t quite know why you found that so endearing, but you did.

Just another one in the long list of things you loved about London.

You collided with someone, hard, but you couldn’t afford to stop and apologize, so you kept on moving, advancing as fast as you could through the sea of bodies crowding the station. It was almost time, he was stepping into the last train and only god knew if you were ever going to see him again. He had asked you not to come, but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t let him leave without saying goodbye.

You heard him before you saw him. You almost didn’t recognize him from behind, the lush dark curls you loved so much all but gone, the strands shaved around the ears and cut close to the scalp on the back and sides.

“Thomas!”

He turned around just in time for you to jump into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck, hiding your face against his uniformed chest.

“I told you not to come” He breathed against your hair, undone from your race, holding onto you just as hard, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to leave this platform if you did…”

“Then don’t” You countered, “Stay with me. Let’s run away to the countryside, just… just stay"

You felt his choked sob against your cheek.

"If we don’t stop the Germans now, there will be nowhere left to run. And I rather die before letting them anywhere near you”

“Don’t say that” You admonished, breaking your embrace to get a look at his coffee eyes, “Don’t ever say that!"

He shook his head,

"It’s the truth, my love. Of all the beauty in this world, yours is the most breathtaking. Of all the kindness, yours is the most honest.” He took your hands in his, placing soft, reverent kisses on your knuckles “You are everything that’s good and pure in this world. You are everything that’s worth fighting for"

"All aboard!"

The tears were clouding your vision, when Tom’s brave facade fell.

"If anything happens to me at war…”

“Hush! Don’t say-”

“I must, my love” He interrupted you, urgently, “If anything happens to me, my family will take care of you. Listen-”

“No, you listen” You cut him off, “Whatever you were going to say, it won’t be necessary. Because you are going to come back to me, did you hear me?”

His reply died in his throat. He wanted so bad to be able to promise you what you wanted.

“Come back to me, Thomas. Say you’ll come back…"

"Yes, ma'am” He finally vowed, before stealing one last kiss.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!"

His apology reached your ears even before you felt the hot liquid dripping down your chest, before your distracted mind could process what was happening.

"I was walking too fast and I wasn’t looking where I was going and neither were you and when I realized, I couldn’t stop on time- Not, not that I’m blaming you for this, no, of course not! I mean, that looks hot” He gesticulated to your chest, talking with his hands almost as fast as he was rambling with his mind. You watched his eyes go big and his cheeks turn red as he realized exactly where he was pointing at, “The tea! I meant the tea not your… your- not you! I mean, not that you’re not… I should shut up now, right?"

You tried to stifle your amused smile, but you failed, the brunet man in front of you simply too adorable in his awkward babbling for you to be mad. Even if both your favorite vintage tee and brand new phone were ruined now.

"Probably, yeah.” You confirmed, “You need to stop and breathe, otherwise you might pass out from lack of oxygen. And I don't think I can deal with that on top of” You pointed at your soaked self, “this"

Relief washed over him at the realization you weren’t mad. The truth was, the only reason he had crashed into you was that he had been too busy staring at you to realize you were coming right his way.

"Yeah, that would be just too rude” He let himself smile a little too, “crashing with you, making you spill your tea and passing out on you? So crossing the line…"

You snorted inelegantly at that.

And he thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Let me replace your t-shirt” He offered, hoping to buy himself a few more minutes with you, “and your tea, of course"

You were about to refuse, when your eyes found his, the entire world shifting, tilting on its axis, as your irises met his warm coffee ones.

You knew those eyes.

"I- ok” You cleared your throat, as if that would be able to conceal your shameless staring. “I have…” You checked your watch, “about 20 minutes before work”

“Right. Better make them count then” His boyish smile turned bigger, brighter, “I’m Tom, by the way. And I promise I’m usually smoother than this”

You took the hand he was offering, and it felt like deja vu.

“Y/n. And I hate smooth."

He laughed,

"Great, cause that was a lie…"

You walked back inside the coffee shop together, never noticing it was the hand of fate, the one opening the doors for you, all over again.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #peter parker x reader #arvin russel x reader

158 notes · View notes

literaphobe · 4 years

Text

season four of she-ra rated by catradora content

the coronation: okay so... rightfully. there’s nothing i should be appraising here. adora and catra didn’t interact or bring each other up at all. but bro... catra’s new outfit... the best character of season four. i’m kidding but also she is so hot. catra seems to be dealing w the portal incident by framing it as a victory, since the rebellion was hurt by it. but also who cares. who fucking cares man. her arc this episode was about her deciding to make hordak her little bitch and design a new sexy outfit. that adora did NOT talk about nor seem visually affected by >:( yes, this entire season will be measured by how much i think it was a missed opportunity that adora did not get to thirst. jk but also am i? 500000000/10 for catra’s new look, 0/10 for official catradora stuff

the valley of the lost: god...... this episode. i know it’s like one of the few catradora moments we have this season already but it makes me LIVID that adora said that flirty ass line and catra never even got to hear it. anyway, let’s begin properly. double trouble seeks catra out and says they’re gonna be her new best friend. catra says “oh, yeah? i’m done with best friends”, making it official that she and adora broke up 😔 like friend broke up oh my god 😔 KFKSKDKD like we been knew but i think it is so dramatic and funny of catra to announce that she’s never having a best friend again because adora broke her heart 😔💔 i mean i know it’s also like sad but let’s keep it light ok uwu anyway. sigh. double trouble! auditions for catra! by pretending to be her in battle! which is great for them, but not for me and my hang ups about adora bringing back a flirty line catra said to her in season one and winking and then catra doesn’t hear or see ANY of it. sigh. let’s go through the scene. adora sees who she thinks is catra run in and say “hey! careful with the goods”, pouncing on adora and taking her down. adora tosses dt!catra into the walkway above and they get a cut on their face. not sure whether this is meant to signify adora pulling less of her punches around catra or double trouble just not being as agile as catra is in combat. it’s probably the latter because when you think about it, throwing catra away is much more of a defensive tactic than an offensive one. anyway! double trouble still does a more or less good job fighting adora as catra. huntara calls adora over and is like hi adora! could you stop fighting ur gf for one fucking second? we need you to do literally anything else. and adora (who has NO IDEA she’s not fighting her ACTUAL gf) is like :( wait no what really?? ok :( one sec tho lemme pull off this super cool sexy farewell thing before i stop fighting catra i’ve been practicing it for years u kno kinda been working up to doing this bit. and then she. grabs dt!catra after stopping them from running away, and grabs this trap thingy to trap them against the side of this wall. “i got something more important to do :) it was fun distracting you though ;)” and she actually WINKS and she looks SO PROUD of her damn self but it means pretty much NOTHING because that’s not ACTUALLY catra :( wtf :( the worst thing about this whole situation is that adora clearly wanted to do her whole super strong super powered thing and then go BACK to catra and like.... gloat or something.... flirt some more.... kiss her.... i don’t know. but dt!catra is gone because they’re good at getting out of tight spots, and adora is like “how did she get out of that? :( i wanted to see more of her tf....” anyway double trouble, scorpia, and catra are escaping in a skiff after this. catra thinks double trouble did marvelously. “i grew up with adora, and you fooled her” well catra. i’m very sorry. but if i were adora seeing you in that new look for the first time, i wouldn’t be checking to see if u were ooc. i would be.... hm idk.... flirting with you as hard as possible? like i know i complained that we never got a proper reaction from adora re catra’s new outfit, but i think we could interpret this scene as a lapse in adora’s morals <3 like she gave catra such a hard stare the last time they saw each other, and the next time they saw each other (after this) adora glared at her too, but somehow this time she’s all 👅👅👅👅👅it was fun distracting you ;) ;) ;) like ok. slow down there horn dog. “if you can do that, we can do anything. this is gonna be fun...” catra :( perhaps you would have more fun :( if you suggestively fought with adora :( yourself? :( 8/10

flutterina: catra’s having bad dreams :( her mistakes and past actions are haunting her and the guilt is messing her up so bad :( so what am i choosing to focus on? the fact that adora was in her dream :) dream!adora looks Angry and dream!catra is scared and backing away :( a quick callback to when adora gave catra an angry Look when she destroyed the portal, and catra looked scared for a second before her face hardened back to something equally pissed off looking. so this dream obviously tells us that the thought of adora genuinely just hating and being pissed off at catra... hurts and scares her. because we all know that she loves adora and just wants adora to love her back! but.... ya lmao. dream!adora asks “why did you do it?!” reminiscent of what she said last season, but angrier this time. and we all know that catra doesn’t really know why. sometimes things torture you so bad and you do stuff that you can’t come up with sound or logical reasons for. u would rather keep running or keep deflecting, and so catra deflects dream!adora’s questions by waking up. i wonder if catra dreams about adora more than what we’re shown in this scene. i also REALLY wanna know if adora dreams of catra. i want more :( why this season gotta be the fucking break up season bro :( like i KNOW they’re thinking of each other. gimme the content :( for now, let’s skip ahead to💔 their only real interaction this season💔 holy fuck. stay strong u guys. stay strong me. i think it’s very offensive of she-ra to not give me a catradora heavy season every season? like yeah this season is good but god at what cost? they should’ve known i was going to do an evaluation? :/ that i was gonna rate each ep out of ten according to how much catradora content there was? :/ the fuck bros. ,,,,anyway, let’s get to the actual scene. catra’s walking around w an ipad and scorpia is talking to her. catra looks like. v serious and :| and >:/ BUT when scorpia asks about she-ra catra becomes >:) and >:D “she-ra was in elberon, which means she’s nearby.” “do you think she’ll try some secret attack? :0” “;D oh i’m counting on it ;)” fucking god catra can you just flirt normally??? like be horny in a normal way??????? u can just ask adora out on a date. have u tried that? i know she blocked u for nearly destroying the world but adora’s a hoe ❤️ she would’ve said yes ❤️ u don’t need to kidnap a town as an excuse to see her ❤️ yes i know she did it to plant flutterina!DT into the rebellion as a spy but shhhhh ❤️ we finally get to the most GORGEOUS “hey adora”,,, ever because it’s the only hey adora of this season 💔 i looked back and we did not get a ‘hey adora’ last ep. honestly, adora should’ve figured it wasn’t catra JUST from the lack of greeting. catra is fucking POLITE ok :( anyway. it’s so homophobic that we only got ONE “hey adora” in THAT LOOK but..... it’s okay. because it’s such a good one. catra’s hand is propping her face up and she just looks so pretty.... the way she SAYS the hey adora too like bros... how we holding up? bad? she’s posing and lounging so prettily... “took you long enough to show up” HHHHH why does she sound like a gf who’s a little :/ that her gf showed up late for their date.... bro....... must she SMILE that prettily..... also adora’s reaction... she goes :0 and her EYES get this like ‘oh wow’ look for a Moment right before she remembers she’s supposed to be mad when she sees catra then she’s like >:( CATRA >:( and like. let’s dissect that look for a moment? it’s almost like AWE but why??? why would she be at all surprised to see catra??? catra is IN the horde like. she got happy for a moment until she remembered she’s meant to be mad. good bye <3 i will now be passing away <3 “seriously. i thought i’d have to kidnap another town to get your attention” TO GET. YOUR ATTENTION. HHHHH HELP THEY’RE GAY...... BRO WHY.............. THE GAYNESS UNMATCHED..... anyway catra continues like OH RIGHT u were at a PARTY feeling SPECIAL and adora.... oof oh fuck she COLD she was like skip the SPEECH i’m done playing your GAMES and she like reminds catra of the portal and they just... oof this really IS the breakup season it’s so brutal bros :( can’t they just kiss :( like nooooo don’t stare at each other angrily you’re so sexy aha OK BUT... at the end after catra runs away and adora’s getting hugged by flutterina and everyone’s cheering for her... she lets her ‘catra BAD’ and ‘yay haha rebellion for the win! :)’ facade drop for a moment... and she gets this really sad look on her face that makes u think.... and the next scene we see catra sitting on the ledge of where she and adora used to sit together? and she looks real upset too???? they hate being enemies. 9/10

pulse: in this ep adora fucking SHUSHED spinnerella and netossa while they were bickering and like... ok wow. rude :/ adora straight up was like ok HAHA WOW we GET IT ur HAPPY y’all have WIVES and iiiiiii don’t HAVE a GIRLFRIEND because my crush is EVIL :( on the other hand, we find out that catra is meeting up regularly with double trouble to get intel. it’s very funny because she’s like yeah yeah WHATEVER what can u tell me about SHE-RA >:( like girl? u are not subtle ❤️ catra literally met double trouble and said let’s be friends with benefits ❤️ the benefits? you spy on adora and tell me everything about what she does ❤️ was she pretty today ❤️ haha jk she’s pretty everyday ❤️ here’s some bitcoin for your troubles ❤️ AND THEN the next time double trouble facetimes catra they transform into bow and glimmer to roast them and catra is at most unamused and annoyed but BUT when double trouble pretends to be she-ra catra’s like HAHAHAHDJSJDJSJD OMG,,,, INSPIRED FAM,,,, SO FUNNY TOP PEAK COMEDY,,,, ABSOLUTE LEGEND,,,,,, SHOW ME SHE-RA AGAIN,,,,, u know that thing where you find people who you’re attracted to way funnier than they actually are? ya :-) apparently catra doesn’t even need the Actual she-ra/adora to lose her shit. she just needs to see a physical representation of her and it’s suddenly Peak Comedy. someone once pointed out that this moment was the last time catra was happy all season and... can we take a fucking second to cry about that. haha 💔 anyway double trouble is happy that they finally cracked the code to making catra go from ARGH >:( to HAHAHAHAHAH :D so they give her she-ra intel as a treat ❤️ “she-ra’s going back out to destroy the bot that hurt her friend” “ugh 🙄 typical heroic adora plan” shut up bitch u dream of her lips on yours!!!!!! 7/10

protocol: no rights for white boys ❤️ 0/10

princess scorpia: well, nothing! but since i’m scouring i might as well say the line where catra says “you don’t need a princess in your life telling you what to do!” to hordak she’s actually talking about her and adora haha i mean duh :-) anyway since i’m here can i talk about how hot catra is again this season. i’m madly in love did y’all see her from behind? even her back view is beautiful i am going to combust <3 2/10

mer-mysteries: what a great episode! 0/10

boys’ night out: catra gets banned from doing war crimes because hordak wants to do the war crimes all by himself and this is a real bummer because there’s an even SMALLER chance she’ll bump into adora now :( jk ik she was avoiding her this season because the guilt was eating her alive haha :-) also glimmer and adora fought and we all know that ‘but the rebellion’s in a worse place than ever since you showed up’ is like a very :( line but when u think about it it’s true because adora joining the rebellion pissed catra off so much she became an antagonistic force driving most of the conflict in the series up to this point in the story JFJDDJDJDJ like imagine if they brought catra up in this convo ‘i’m doing my BEST glimmer :(‘ ‘ok but what can we do about your terrible taste in evil women????? was ur catgirl gf ex really worth it????? did she hit that different???? did the catgirl ***** slap that hard????’ 1.5/10

hero: man mara is so hot! 0/10

fractures: scorpia said catra’s name in front of adora... ‘shadow weaver! and at bright moon! everything is making so much sense about why catra’s been acting the way she has’ and adora’s reaction is so interesting.... she goes from this ‘catra....’ look to this ‘catra >:(‘ look and like it’s interesting to see catra’s psyche explained to adora like this and it’s clearly something that makes adora feel bad but then she remembers the bad stuff catra did and forces herself to focus on that. 5/10 for that alone lmao

beast island: bow being very upset and annoyed and disappointed in glimmer is a fun little parallel to how adora has felt about catra’s descent into the darkness. you feel doubly upset and doubly betrayed when someone you’re in love with goes against what you stand for, and the goodness you know they’re capable of but aren’t showing. 1/10

destiny part 1: ‘i’ll be happy when the rebellion and she-ra are gone for good!!!’ are u sure about that catra :/ 1/10

destiny part 2: catra gets into a huge fight with some dude and right after she sort of collects herself after barely beating him she hears “hey, catra” and she completely freezes up. she’s been so proactive with avoiding adora all season... and the moment in 4x03 nearly doesn’t count because she was acting specifically to get double trouble snuck into the rebellion. aside from a necessary interaction in which she was far away and removed from adora anyway.... where she was far enough away to smile and laugh and manipulate the situation.... she hasn’t wanted to see adora at all, clearly. and having this happen now, right after one of her worst fights, right after she thought she was going to win... “no. you can’t do this. you can’t come in and take this from me now.” “woah, i knew this would get a rise out of you, but still, you really are obsessed, aren’t you, kitten?” and catra’s standing there like 👁👄👁 until double trouble reveals themself and says stuff that :( hurts :( i am not going to repeat until i get to anything catradora relevant because i don’t wanna be bummed out ok hoes 😔 anyway double trouble becomes adora again and is like “didn’t need you... left you” and puts catra’s hand on adora’s cheek...... and then shoves catra???? rude :( 7/10

#text #she ra #catradora #spop #here u go lads uwu #hope u guys like this #reblogs w tags much appreciated!#reacts in the replies appreciated too #s4 was so naked but this also meant it wasn't as hellish to make this <3 #remember s3 remember ep?? fuck that was HELL

143 notes · View notes

nobodyscarebutandyou · 4 years

Text

The Protective- Chapter 1

The Protective

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader(slow burn) , Adora x Catra, Glimmer x Bow, Oc x Bruce Wayne.

masterlist

Part 1- New Life

Chapter 1- The Letter

Currently Jason Todd considers himself a lucky man, despite coming back to life and having gone through hell and several other things, but he would do it all over again if it would make him meet his girlfriend, Sam L/N.

She's a good girlfriend, of course not every relationship is perfect, but they're both trying hard to make it work. So of course he got confused when he came into the house after the patrol and saw his beautiful curly-haired girlfriend, packing a suitcase.

"Honey?"

"Ah, hi Jason" Sam returns, Jason realizes that she was distracted, and it appears that she is on autopilot. He lets out a sigh and touches her shoulder causing her to stop tidying up her stuff and looking at him.

"Sam, are you okay?"

The curly-haired woman takes a deep breath, Todd realizes that her breath was shaking, without answering her boyfriend Sam's question, and Sam hugs him, and he reciprocates and kisses the top of his head

"My mother... she's gone".Jason doesn't say anything, what should he say? Am I sorry?It didn't feel right.

"She died in a car accident”Jason squeezes more the hug "And Y/N was together"

"Is she okay?"Jason knew that although Sam did not keep in touch with his family in Canada, he knew that she loved his younger sister and her entire family.

"She's alive, that's what matters."

"Do you want me to go along?"

"You don't need to... I'm only going to stay a few days, help Grandpa and Y/N."Jason walks little away from the hug and looks at Sam

"Are you sure? I think Bryce and the devil, along with Dick and Tim, can take care of Gotham.”

"Absolute, I'll be back in a few days"

"Good..."Jason walks away from Sam and starts packing, Sam smiles back and repacks his suitcase with Jason.

Ranch L/N, Alberta, Canada Present

Y/N looks at his pancakes, poking with his fork and completely ignoring the tension that existed. She lets out a sigh and gets up from the table.

"I need to pack my clothes for the... Funeral"

Sam gets up, looking a little excited, probably wanting to put the tension aside and try to have a conversation with his sister

"I can hel-"

"No."Interrupts Y/N, ignoring his grandfather's look and leaves the kitchen. Sam licks his lips and sits in the chair again.

"She'll get used to it, that's it...".

"I know Grandpa, it's just that... I wanted to get closer” Jack clears his throat

"It's kind of hard to trust the people who abandon us."

Meanwhile, Y/N looks at her mother's bedroom door, she takes a deep breath and puts her hand on the doorknob, takes a deep breath and holds the tears, opens the door and enters, and then closes slowly.

The girl looks around, could feel the crying and the longing go up her throat, her breath is trembling, she could feel her body start shaking. Y/N starts crying, tries to calm down, drying them, but that doesn't seem to work, which makes her a little frustrated.She kneels on the floor, near the bed, extends her arms under the bed and takes off a rectangular lilac box, which looked rather old. Open the box, and start seeing the pictures that your mother kept, start taking one by one, your mother did everything, but it seemed so little, she died so young, why did she think about it? Now, Y/N has just remembered his mother's favorite song "Lost Time", the band Legião Urbana", a Brazilian band that his brother-in-law introduced him to, and introduced his daughters, Sam and Y/N.Y/N after taking all the photos, find letter envelopes and lots of papers. The girl smiles, her mother loved letters. She begins to open one by one, and feels a little joy in seeing the letters that her mother sent to her father.

After the small conversation with his grandfather, Sam gets up and decides to talk to his sister, but changes his mind when he arrives in the hallway and hears crying sounds. I knew I had to go help, but she's the one who left, decided to exclude her family, let out a sigh and take a deep breath.God, she felt so stupid now. Maybe you should do what your sister wanted, leave and never come back. Sam walks away from his mother's bedroom door, and enters his old room, feeling the guilt erode in his stomach, closes the door and picks up his cell phone, give a small smile when he sees Jason's message. He was a sweet, big teddy bear. ...Sam throws himself into bed, ignoring the roar of the springs, unlocks the screen

.From: Bear To: Sammy How's the situation in there?

From: Sammy

To: Bear

Tense, I feel like I screwed up when I left.

From:Bear To: Sammy You didn't screw it up, everyone makes mistakes. You can still fix everything.

From: Sammy

To: Bear

I hope so.

She turns off the cell phone screen, puts it aside, looks at starry ceiling, her room never changed, seemed untouchable, except that it looked more dusty. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing, finally manages to calm down and completely ignore the guilt. Open your eyes, get out of the room, get the keys to the truck.

"GRANDPA, I TOOK THE VAN"

Get out of the house, get in your grandfather's truck, turn him on and get off the ranch.

Y/N comes out of her trance upon hearing her sister's scream, realizes she has stopped crying, lets out a sigh and smiles at a picture of her mother holding her in her lap, with her father by her side and her older sister in the center, with a yellow smile. She let out another sigh, God, she hated feeling so frank, wipes the tears from his face, looks at the piles of letters and papers, mixed with the photos, picks up the papers and letters all at once, but before putting the pile back, notices one last envelope, throws the pile back on the floor, takes the letter envelope, and flips it, Y/N realizes it was addressed, and feels confused to see a different name, but recognizes the letter of his mother, was sealed 'she never sent the letter' thinks to herself. And open the envelope with some care, and take the paper out of it and start reading the letter.

Dear Bruce, I know we did, no, what I did was wrong, but I believe you should know. You have a daughter, her name is Y/N Martha L/N. I'm sorry if putting your mother's name in the middle was something kind of, I don't know, weird? God, I feel like a teenager. She's five years old, and she's cute, she's a little mix of the two of us, and every time I look into her eyes, I remember you. She has her glow. I don't want anything, I don't want money or anything. I want you to be a part of her life. I hope you'll be all right, honestly, Me, your beloved Amy L/N

When you finished reading the letter, Y/N didn't know what to feel, she wasn't your father's daughter? Wasn't she Derek L/N's daughter? Why couldn't she breathe? How do you breathe again? Tears fill her eyes, how should she deal with it? Should I go after Bruce Wayne? Show this letter? No, that wasn't a cliché story, sure he wouldn't believe it, she was just a fruit of an affair, Bruce doesn't even know of her existence, but what if he knew? Maybe he knows she exists, but he doesn't want anything to do with her.

Y/N tries to take a deep breath and control his tears. She gets up quickly and leaves the room, she couldn't stay in this room. Put your hands in your hair, go into your room, need to get ready for the funeral. She closes the door and starts changing clothes and putting on his black jeans, with a black shirt, with his gray sweatshirt and his denim jacket, picks up the black cowboy hat, puts it on and out of his room, going into the living room, then seeing his grandfather, sitting in his armchair and looking at the fireplace, which was built by his great-grandfather , the family fireplace.

Y/N sits in the armchair in front of your grandfather.

"I heard the crying"

"Grandpa..."

"Y/N, it's normal, feeling this way is normal"

No, it wasn't normal for her to feel that way, like her whole life was a lie, but she couldn't take it all out on her grandfather, maybe he doesn't even know she's another man's daughter, and if you know, because he never told her? Why didn't your mother ever tell her?

'I'm thinking too much' thinks and shakes his head, and refocuses on his grandfather.

"Granpa"

"Yes?"

"I will stay with you?"

Jack goes silent, touches his moustache before answering

" If it is up to me, yes"

" But what if it does not depend?"

" Your mother was smart, she wrote with whom you will stay, you will be fine"

After this little conversation, silence reigns in place. Minutes later, Sam enters the house, goes into the living room, the three of them look at each other and get up. And without a word, goes to the truck, get in the vehicle. Jack calls, and the rest of the Campbell and L/N family go to the funeral.

87 notes · View notes

i-just-love-spop · 4 years

Text

Another blood-stained shirt

@skyfireflight requested “Take your shirt off.” “...what?” “You heard me the first time.” for catradora, where Adora is injured, and Catra takes care of her injuries, so that’s what we’re doing today.

Summary: Catra hadn’t seen Adora this out of it since her sword had been infected in the Northern Reach. This definitely wasn’t good. That had to be a pretty bad concussion.

Now, if only Catra could actually focus on patching her girlfriend up with the shirtless blonde all over her...

In which Adora got hurt fighting some of the remaining Prime-bots and gets way too flirty when her girlfriend tries to take care of her injuries.

Takes place a bit after the series-finale.

[Once again, there’s some cursing – and there’s also shirtlessness and a bit of blood, in case you couldn’t tell from the summary 😂]

—

Adora took her red jacket off.

Catra gulped when she looked at her.

“That... can’t be good.”

—

All of them had been off fighting the remaining drones and robots that were still active on Etheria after everything for the last couple of days. While the clones were mainly confused since they were no longer connected to the hive-mind, having to adjust being their own person now instead of serving someone else’s will constantly – Wrong Hordak was doing a great job helping them –, the robots had decided that now that they weren’t controlled by a central computer anymore, they should just wreak havoc everywhere they came.

All in all, the princesses and their friends were doing a pretty good job taking care of them, but today hadn’t gone so well.

Catra hadn’t even realized what was happening until her girlfriend had suddenly pushed her, and when she’d turned around again, Adora was being pinned to the ground by a fallen tree that had been cut down by one of the robots’ lasers.

She had been trying to protect her girlfriend so much that she’d gotten hurt, and since She-Ra had signed off the moment the girl’s head hit the ground, she couldn’t even get the stupid tree off of her again.

And Catra was many things, but definitely not strong enough to lift a tree, so she’d contacted the others for help.

Eventually, Glimmer had teleported her friend out from under the tree, and of course, Adora being Adora, she had insisted that although her head hurt a little, she could walk back just fine.

Which she really, really couldn’t.

She’d leaned on Catra the entire way back, rambling and giggling about pretty much everything they came across.

Glimmer had tried to insist on taking her to see a healer, but Adora had insisted that she wasn’t hurt that badly and just wanted to go to her room to get to bed.

—

Now, they were sitting on said bed, and Adora had taken off her jacket to sleep and put it onto the bed next to her. The white shirt underneath was soaked with blood.

Catra couldn’t stop staring at her.

This was bad. This was really, really bad – a lot worse than the brunette had expected it to be.

“Wow, we’re doing a really great job ruining all of your white shirts with blood lately, aren’t we?”

The joke didn’t make her feel better or less stressed or worried like she’d hoped it would.

She felt awful because Adora had gotten hurt protecting her. If she’d just been more careful and watched out for her environment more, this wouldn’t have happened.

Adora did seem to find it funny, though. ...but that might be because of the concussion.

“It’s fiiine. I have like twenty more of these.”

Catra shook her head and gave her girlfriend a worried glance. The guilt was slowly consuming her.

“Why are you like this? You shouldn’t have done that. I don’t want you to get hurt. If I’m the one that isn’t paying attention, I should also be the one that gets hurt. Not you. After everything you’ve already been through, you of all people deserve to be happy and healthy forever. I’m sorry. I should have protected you better.”

Adora put a hand on her cheek.

“Don’t be upset, Kitty. I don’t like it when you’re upset.”

Catra smiled a little at her girlfriend’s words, but sighed at the nickname.

“You’ll never stop calling me that again, will you?”

“No, I won’t. Because you are a kitty. A cute kitty.“ Adora giggled, in a way that made it pretty clear she was kind of out of it. “My cute kitty.”

The brunette choked on whatever word she’d wanted to say before.

‘Holy- wow.’

Adora was really something, huh?

...and Catra was doing an awful job at being a good girlfriend and treating her wounds because the blonde was so freaking distracting.

‘Damn it, I need to focus,’ she thought to herself, closing her eyes for a moment to take a deep breath, so she could think clearly again.

First things first... she needed to actually see the wounds to be able to tell how grave they were and to tend to them.

“Take your shirt off.”

The sentence came out of her mouth very straightforward, and it took her a moment to realize how different that sentence sounded, especially in such a demanding voice, without knowing the intentions behind it.

‘Whoops.’

Her girlfriend gaped at her and blinked.

“...what?”

“You heard me the first time.”

Adora then gave her a smug grin and raised an eyebrow.

“Well someone is being especially bold today...”

Catra shook her head.

‘Oh stars.’

Not only had Adora interpreted it exactly the way Catra hadn’t intended for it to sound... she’d also developed the whole thing even further.

Great.

‘Is she always like this when she‘s out of it?’

Despite everything, Adora did try to listen and take her shirt off, but the bloody fabric was stuck to her wounds, so it didn’t quite work as she’d expected it to.

She laughed.

”I think it’s fighting back. What a mean shirt.”

“Yeah, right, what a mean shirt...” Catra shook her head. She was incredibly worried – she hadn’t seen Adora this out of it since her sword had been infected in the Northern Reach.

That had to be a pretty bad concussion...

Catra thought for a moment.

“Alright, medical training said if bandages are stuck to the wound, you’re supposed to use water or alcohol to dampen the dressing. This is a shirt and not a bandage, but I’m hoping it will work anyway.”

Adora beamed.

“Yay, let’s get drunk!”

Catra covered her eyes with one of her hands.

Oh stars.

“...let’s not.”

She was definitely trying water first.

—

To Catra’s relief, soaking the bloody pieces of clothing with a dampened washcloth worked relatively well, and they were able to take the shirt off of her without hurting Adora further or reopening her wounds.

Catra had to force herself not to stare because holy shit her girlfriend was so beautiful, but she was also hurt and needed medical attention and that was more important than the brunette’s own need to stare at Adora all day.

Her chest was covered in bruises and her rib cage looked a little dented. That definitely wasn’t good.

Catra leaned forward to touch it carefully.

The blonde winced when her she did.

That definitely wasn’t a good sign.

Catra moved around her to look at her back, which, judging from the blood on the shirt, had definitely taken the most visible damage.

It really didn’t look very good, that much was clear from the very first glance.

The brunette’s gaze wandered down her girlfriend’s back.

She flinched when her look fell on the scars again.

Adora had a lot of scars – some from Horde-training, some from dumb accidents and some from the war... and then there were the scars Catra had left on her, that made the brunette feel sick and disgusted at herself every time she looked at them.

She looked down at her now shortened claws as she once again vowed to be better, to never ever hurt her again and to not let anyone else ever hurt her again, then took a deep breath and once again looked at the fresh wounds.

This looked bad. Really, really bad. And painful.

Catra gulped.

“You look... oh stars, you look awful.”

Adora’s back was covered in scratches and bruises, and she had an especially bad gash on her back just under her shoulder.

“Interesting statement from someone who was practically drooling all over me a few seconds ago,” her girlfriend replied with a smug grin on her face.

Catra blushed scarlet.

“I was not! ...but yeah, you’re very beautiful and I’m lucky to be dating you. I didn’t mean you look awful as in ‘I don’t find you attractive’, because I do, so much, I just meant your wounds look really bad.”

Adora just grinned.

“Awww, you called me beautiful. That’s pretty gay.”

She apparently hadn’t heard much else, or at least didn’t she seem to care about the rest.

The brunette shook her head.

“We‘re dating, you idiot.”

“Riiiight. That’s also pretty gay.” Adora beamed and kissed her, hands still wrapped around her when they separated. And damn, the way she looked at her... Catra would never ever get used to this – and she didn’t want to, because she wanted that nice, tingling feeling in her stomach that she got when her girlfriend looked at her like she was her entire world to never go away. “You’re pretty. And gay. And pretty.”

The blonde was all over her lap now.

Catra was losing her mind. It was great, but it also wasn’t, because she really, really needed to focus on patching Adora up right now.

“Yeah, and you’re a dumbass, and injured, and stars it’s really hard to focus on treating you medically when you’re half naked and all over me!” She kissed her forehead, then took a deep breath. “Princess, listen, you’re amazing and I could spend all day looking at you and hugging you and kissing you for all eternity and I would be happy! ...but you’re also hurt. Really, really hurt. And I’m worried about you. Please let me take you to see a healer, and if you don’t want that, at least let me take care of your wounds.”

Her ears flattened. She hated seeing the love of her life this hurt.

“I don’t need healers, and there’s no need for you to patch me up!” Adora replied and laughed. The laughing made her ribs hurt, and she winced a bit. “I don’t get hurt! And even if I do, She-Ra fixes me up again immediately! Let me show you!” She reached up into the air. “For the-”

Catra caught her hand and intertwined it with her own before the girl could touch the sword.

The hand-holding was enough to make her girlfriend blush and shut up because she was so amazed at it for some reason.

It was kind of cute.

“No, we’re not doing that.” It might have worked, but if it didn’t, the last thing she needed right now was for the girl with the bad concussion to have a sword and magic that she could accidentally destroy the palace with. “...but you’re kind of right. Shouldn’t She-Ra have healed these wounds already? She usually does that, doesn’t she?”

From the very little things she knew and remembered about the events on Prime’s ship – not that she wanted to remember more, because thinking of anything related to him still made her blood run cold –, she was pretty sure she’d overheard Adora saying something to Glimmer about how she might have broken both her legs but that they’d healed when she turned into She-Ra. So why hadn’t her wounds just healed now? That was strange, and worrying.

“I think She-Ra is a little woozy.” Adora laughed. “That’s me! I’m She-Ra!”

Catra groaned.

“...no kidding.”

Adora was completely out of it.

That was definitely a severe concussion, on top of what Catra guessed from the looks of it was at least two broken ribs – although the fact that she had the concussion and that she was so out of it maybe did explain why her wounds hadn’t healed yet.

“How are you feeling?”

She was really worried, but Adora didn’t seem to be feeling much pain at the moment.

The blonde just snuggled against her and yawned.

“Tired. But you’re warm and fluffy and that’s nice. You’re amazing, did you know that? Everyone come look at my girlfriend, she’s amazing!” Catra blushed again. Stars, why was Adora this cute when she was woozy? “I don’t wanna go see a healer right now. Can we just cuddle and go to sleep here? Please?”

The brunette sighed. Common sense told her that this wasn’t a good idea, but common sense signed off pretty quickly when she was with Adora, and especially when her girlfriend looked at her like that.

“Alright, but only if you promise me to let me take you to see a healer first thing in the morning.”

Adora nodded and snuggled against her.

“...m’kay.”

Catra kissed her forehead.

“Now let me at least bandage you up a little, and then we can go to sleep.”

The last thing the girl felt was Catra’s warm hands on her skin as she dozed off.

—

When Adora woke up the next morning, her head was spinning and everything hurt.

“Ugh, what happened...?”

“You fought a tree. The tree won,” Catra commented immediately.

Adora groaned, the memories slowly returning to her.

“I regret everything.”

Catra rubbed her arm and kissed her cheek.

...okay, maybe she didn’t really everything. There wasn’t a single instance she had ever – or would ever – regret protecting the good she loved more than everything else in the universe combined, no matter how hurt she got in the process.

“I had a feeling you would, you idiot. There’s a glass of water on the bedside table with some pain meds, take them, and we’ll take you to see a healer afterwards, okay?”

“Mhm...” Adora tried to sit up and flinched. “Ow.”

Catra caught her and lowered her back onto the mattress.

“Careful, princess, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Awww, are you worried about me?” The blonde snuggled against her girlfriend. For the first time since she’d woken up, she was awake enough to actually realize how the room looked – or, more importantly, how dark it was in here and what that meant, considering the fact that the curtains were open. It was still dark outside. “Wait. It’s super early. You’re not usually up this early.”

Catra had never been a morning person. This was weird. Really, really weird.

“I’m... not, actually. I’m up late.”

Catra grinned sheepishly.

‘She hasn’t slept yet? But why would she...’

And then it dawned on Adora.

‘Oh. Oooh.’

She squeezed her girlfriend’s hand.

“You... stayed up all night watching over me?” The blonde teared up. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. There is so much I have to make up for. And even if there wasn’t...” Catra’s ears flattened.Someone had had to check on Adora every now and again to make sure her condition wasn’t worsening while she slept. Which it hadn’t, thankfully. Catra didn’t regret staying up for that. “I need you to be okay more than I need sleep.”

Screw the pain. Screw everything. Adora needed to kiss her girlfriend, immediately.

Catra was worth it. Catra had always been worth it.

Adora put her arms around her girlfriend, and when their lips met, she knew she’d never been happier in her entire life, broken ribs or not.

Getting to kiss the most beautiful girl in the universe was more than worth some pain and another blood-stained shirt, after all.

#catradora #adora #catra #spop #spop writing requests #my works #my writing #spop fics #drunk adora #or well technically Adora with a concussion #but she basically acts the same way she does in White Out #just with Catra #so she’s flirty now #reblogging is appreciated #but please don’t repost

72 notes · View notes

mortviolette · 4 years

Text

Catra The Historian

Based on the characters developed for TV by Noelle Stevenson and owned by DreamWorks

Concept originally by sunnylildragun on tumblr

Written by MortViolette

Prologue

It has been 6 months sense the defeat of Horde Prime and all Etheria is well on its way to recovery. The Fright Zone now known as New Sorpion is ruled by Scorpia, who along with Perfuma helped the former Horde soldiers and clones settle into a more positive and healthy life. Entrapta had taken Hordak back to Dryl, promising to keep a close eye on him. The two learning from and experimenting with the remaining Horde tech. Glimmer had remained Queen but had appointed Micah as her advisor. Meaning he ran the daily operations whilst she kept the official title. Adora had insisted Catra move into her room immediately after arriving at Bright Moon. Adora still planned to go off into space eventually but she was first and foremost Etheria’s protector and knew she and the best friend squad needed to postpone their plans for at least a year or two. Bow had been busy assisting Glimmer and had not visited his dads in a while. Once things calm down the BFS decide to join Bow in visiting Lance and George at their recently repaired home in the whispering woods.

Chapter 1

As they enter Bow’s parents are quick to greet everyone. Lance holding a tray of snacks with an excited look in his eyes. Catra stands a bit behind Adora. She has gotten used to meeting new people at this point, but its still strange. Her mismatched eyes wondering around her surroundings. Its more books and artifacts than Catra had ever seen. The Horde was selective with its teaching of history. The bullet points primarily consisting of Hordak rules and princesses suck. Beyond that the former Horde soldiers knew extraordinarily little about Etheria and its vastly complicated backstory. A loud voice startles Catra a bit as her fur stands up. Lance having snapped her out of her thoughts. “And you must be Catra correct?” The man smiles, greeting the visitor. It is definitely Bows dad; she thinks. Attempting to reply. “I see where Bow gets his sunny disposition” She says with a playful level of snark. Both Lance and George Laugh. Lance especially finding it amusing. “Bow wasn’t kidding, you are as sharp as you are cute” He smiles warmly. Catra looking at him then at Bow with a death glare. “Stop telling people I’m cute!” She shouts, her tail shooting straight up as Adora and Glimmer join in on the laughter. She cannot help but smile a little at the sight of Adora laughing a slight blush forming on her cheeks. George cuts in threw the laughter. He has a more serious tone than Lance. A familiar commanding presence to it that Catra finds oddly comforting. Reminding her of old force captains she grew up around. “Well any friend of Bows is a part of this family. Whether they like the attention or not” He gives Catra a wink. Then gestures for everyone to follow as Lance chimes in cheerfully. “Lets all enjoy some snacks! I’m sure you’re all hungry from your trip, plus we have so many new discoveries to tell you about! Oh, and Bow, you must tell us more about what you and Glimmer have been up to lately.” He smirks. Bow blushes looking at him embarrassed. “Lance!” Catra cannot help but giggle seeing him flustered for once. Enjoying the irony.

After about an hour of conversation on their couches. Catra stands up, stretching a little. She decides to explore the house for awhile while. Only Adora notices, the rest very distracted by their current conversation. Adora stops her, grabbing her hand gently but firmly. “Is everything ok?” She sounded so caring. Catra could never get used to having so many people worry about her. She nods, thinking before speaking. “I just wanna look around. This place seems-I don’t know, neat” She mumbles over her words. Adora smiles wide, that stupid, dorky, lovable smile. Catra hadn’t shown much interest in anything outside of fighting and winning. When they had become comfortable at Bright Moon the BFS had tried to get Catra some hobbies, interests to keep her mind occupied. Perfuma having said it would help her adjust to her new normal and being bored and sitting around the room 24/7 wasn’t exactly great for her mental health. But nothing seemed to interest her. So Adora cannot help but be encouraging about this sudden interest. “OK, whatever you want babe” Catra sticks out her tongue to dodge the embarrassment her girlfriend is putting her threw. “Ok weirdo” She heads to the second floor for a bit of privacy. Looking at the seemingly endless rows of books. Its almost a bit intimidating. She looks curiously around, grabbing a few books and flipping threw them. She squints her eyes to focus, a habit she picked up from the few times she’s had to read during her time in the Horde. Its difficult but she manages to read a few random chapters and get the gist of it. But she feels a prominent headache forming from the effort. She sighs, starting to put the books back looking a bit frustrated. When she suddenly hears the familiar voice of Lance. “Have an interest in history Catra?” She looks a bit startled, calming her fur as she looks at him. “No, just bored of y- “She stops herself, taking a breath as Perfuma’s words of kindness and speaking your truth repeat in her head. She speaks again more calmly. “Maybe a little. We never learned about it in the Horde.” Lance looks on the verge of tears, causing Catra to look concerned, worried she did something. His tone is devastated. “You never learned history?! What a terrible thing! History is a wonderful world of stories and discovery. We have dedicated our life to it. A life devoid of a knowledge of history is simply something a cannot allow.” Before Catra knows it, several books are being placed in her hand. Nearly causing her to fall over. “Now this is just the basics to get you started, brief history of Etheria volumes one threw ten! But if you ever decide you want to learn more our home is always open to a fellow lover of history!” He smiles warmly at her, a warmth to him that Catra has never seen in a parental figure. She doesn’t have the heart to tell him about her difficulty reading and simply nods and attempts a smile. “Thank you, um you’re really nice” The two of them head back down the stairs. Catra gets a thumbs up from Adora, the rest of them surprised at the pile of books their friend is now carrying. After awhile they all head home, Adora insisting on carrying the books for Catra. Although she doesn’t mind watching the show of strength. Enjoying the walk home, Catra having refused to be teleported home.

Chapter 2

It was time for the meeting of the princess alliance, a weekly event that primarily consisted of pleasantries, followed by import information and closing in hours of upbeat conversation and genuine friendship. During the tail end of this particular meeting, Adora finds herself uncharacteristically alone in her chair. Catra had gotten in the habit of either sitting on the arm of her chair or more often than not sitting directly on Adora’s lap. Refusing to be away from her and occasionally chiming in with useful advice or ideas (She had been a Horde general for some time) which were often appreciated when they didn’t involve too high a dose of snark. But today Catra had decided not to attend, claiming she was going to read the books Lance had given her. Ever the supportive girlfriend Adora did not fight her on the idea. Despite knowing she would miss her presence, more worried about the feline being alone then her own feelings. Adora takes her mind of it by chatting with everyone. However, Adora was not the only one to notice the absence. Scorpia who was rarely hesitant to speak up, looked to Adora asking curiously. “Hey Adora, why isn’t Catra with you?” She says in an upbeat but equally concerned voice. Glimmer speaks up “Ya she’s never not attended a meeting. Did something happen?” Adora watches as the whole room turns their attention to her. She speaks confidently but slightly nervous at the attention. “She’s uh, reading” Scorpia looks shocked, mouth agape as she starts to lough a bit. No malice in it, simply finding playful humor in the idea. “Catra? Is reading? She never reads, even when she had to do paperwork for the Horde, she just had me or somebody else do it. Wow times change” She smiles looking pleased at the idea. Entrapta takes the opportunity to speak up, speaking quickly and excitedly as usual. “Come to think of it, I had noticed Catra would never read the blueprints or data I collected. I always assumed she just didn’t care about the way I did my research simply that it yielded results. But maybe there was more going on!” She says excitedly as if Catra is a fun science experiment. Glimmer who had been listening to the two of them intently turns to Adora. Speaking curiously but with a hint of concern. “Well Adora. You’ve known her longer than anybody. Can Catra read?” Adora takes a minute to think, her forehead creasing as she summons every memory of Catra she can. After a few moments she speaks, almost shocked. “Honestly, I can’t remember a time I saw her read. I guess I never thought about it” She rubs her neck, embarrassed that she might not have known an important detail about her childhood friend turned girlfriend. Glimmer speaks up, grabbing Bow, Adora, Scorpia and Entrapta. “OK, then let’s settle this!” Poof, pink sparkles of magic surround them and they are suddenly right outside Adora and Catra’s shared room. Entrapta attempts to rush in but Bow stops her, whispering. “Wait, let Adora check first” Entrapta lets out a restrained sigh as Adora leans the door open ever so slightly, trying so hard not to alert her girlfriend. With one eye Adora can see Melog, sitting at the foot of the bed, then she looks to the bed seeing books strewn about. Then seeing Catra who is sitting cross legged, holding a book right in front of her face and squinting. Annoyed sounds coming from inside. Suddenly, the doors swing open behind Adora, Glimmer striding passed her as she walks to Catra, who has jolted off the bed, fur standing up as she hides behind it hissing. “What the hell Sparkles?!” Glimmer ignores her reaction and speaks firmly. “Catra do you not know how to read?” Catra, who is still looking up from behind the bed grumbles at Glimmer, seeing the others following behind her. “Of course, I can read! How dumb do you think I am?!” Adora looks concerned at Catra, not intending to ambush her like this, but willing to go along with it if they get to the bottom of the issue. “Catra please, its us. Nobody is going to judge you.” Adora says as calmly and comforting as she can. Catra just ducks behind the bed, hissing again.

Entrapta walks over and grabs her from the bed, Catra hissing and struggling a little as she is bound. Meanwhile Glimmer grabs one of the books off the bed and opens it, putting it in Catra’s face. “Then prove it. Read one sentence from this book and we leave you alone.” Catra grumbles, looking grumpy as she says annoyed. “Fine!” She looks at the book squinting her eyes as she leans her head closer. “The Etherian P-princesses have b-been in, in- ugh that’s enough see I can read now let go!” Entrapta turns around adjusting her grip as she pulls down her goggles, examining Catra’s eyes. “Fascinating! It seems that along with heterochromia you seem to suffer from an undiagnosed problem with your vison” Catra yells angrily. “English please!” Glimmer puts down the book, looking at Catra sternly but caringly. “It means you need glasses Catra.” Entrapta lets Catra go but before she can get her bearings Scorpia rushes in grabbing her in a big hug. “Oh, you poor thing! To think you’ve been unable to read all this time and we never knew” Catra has a look of murder on her face but takes a deep breath. Channeling all her self-control as she speaks calmly “Scorpia, would you please put me down?” Scorpia quickly lets her go. “Right! Personal space” Glimmer gestures for everyone except Adora to leave, giving her a warm look before closing the door behind her. Catra sits on the bed, looking at the floor. Adora walks over, sitting down and wrapping an arm around her, gently rubbing her arm. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Catra looks away, then sighs before muttering quietly. “Because I was embarrassed” Adora just smiles, placing her other hand on Catra’s cheek as she lifts her head to face her own. “You don’t need to be embarrassed Catra. We aren’t in the Horde anymore; you don’t have to hide weakness. Its ok to need something.” She softly caresses her cheek, tears starting to form around her mismatched eyes. She speaks in a slightly broken voice, filled with sadness. “I just hid it for so long and eventually I just didn’t think I could tell anyone. I, I was afraid you would be mad at me for keeping it from you” Adora’s heart breaks hearing her say that. The thought of her girlfriend ever thinking she could be mad at her over such a thing tearing at her. Adora wipes some of Catra’s tears away and pulls her close tell their foreheads are touching. She speaks softly but firmly. “Catra I will never be mad at you for needing something. Yes, I’m upset you didn’t tell me. But I’m more worried that you would rather hide this from me then come clean. You need to tell me things and damnit we are getting you glasses because you clearly want to read those books”, she kisses her forehead, pulling back a bit as she looks at her. Catra takes a second, then speaks up. “I’m sorry I-I wouldn’t keep anything else from you I promise” Adora pulls her into a tight hug, placing her chin on her head, gently rubbing the back of Catra’s head.

About a week later Catra along with the BFS go to get her glasses. After professionals check her eyes to confirm Entrapta’s impromptu diagnosis, they begin the process of picking them out. Glimmer and Bow seem adamant about having her try on a million different ones, much to Catra’s annoyance. Eventually Catra settees on a round pair, claiming to have chosen them at random because she was sick of looking. It wasn’t because Adora said she looked cute in them. Totally not that.

Chapter 3

Over the last few weeks Catra has been diving deep into the books gifted to her. It took her awhile to adjust to the glasses and reading at a good pace. But after a day of reading she was off to the races. In just two weeks she had read each copy twice, filling them with countless sticky notes and highlights, even working up the courage to ask to barrow a few books Bow had with him, quickly finishing them as well. Everyday when Adora comes home Catra can hardly resist the urge to talk about what she has read, a brightness in her eyes and excitement in her voice that makes Adora smile wide every time. She is also crazy smart, Adora comes to realize. She knew the love of her life was clever but like wow, Adora barely understands half the things she talks about but what she does understand is extremely complicated. Catra seems especially interested in old wars and rulers, recounting several chapters on old battles won by wit or leaders overthrown threw clever plotting. When Bow happens to mention one night at dinner that his dads have several detailed books and artifacts on wars and even combat styles and weapons. Catra cannot help but light up and let out a cheerful purr at the idea. Catra is reminded by Bow of Lance’s offer for her to visit sometime, knowing they would love the company. Catra is hesitant to leave Adora’s side for long and she knows Adora is far too busy to visit with her for any long stretch of time. She says she will think about it, choosing to table the idea for now.

A few days later during a meditation session with Perfuma, the princess can tell something is bothering the feline. Her body struggling more than usual to relax. She speaks as she always does, extremely calmly and positively, still in her pose. “What’s troubling you Catra?” Catra groans a bit, it can be annoying how Perfuma always seems to see right threw her. “Its nothing” Perfuma lets out a light chuckle. “If it were nothing you would be able to relax instead of thinking about it. Remember Catra, holding in emotions only hurts you. Breath deeply and speak your truth” Catra sighs, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, then exhaling as she speaks calmly. “I’ve been thinking about leaving for a while. Bow’s dads offered to let me visit and well- “She takes another deep breath, then lets it out. “I can’t decide what to do” Perfuma nods, thinking for a moment. “You want to go, to learn about history. But you’re afraid to leave Adora for so long.” Yet again Perfuma saw right into what she was thinking. Catra opening her eyes and looking at Melog who is currently chasing a nearby butterfly. “We haven’t been away for any longer than 24 hours sense the heart.” Perfuma keeps her eyes closed, nodding at Catra. “It’s a big step for the both of you, to be afraid or nervous about change is perfectly normal Catra. But I know you want this, you yourself have gone on about everything you’ve learned with such joy during our meditation” She giggles, opening her eyes to look at Catra, pulling her attention back to Perfuma. “Your friends will still be here when you return, Adora will still be here when you return. You need to go where your heart leads you. If that means leaving Your love Adora briefly, to explore a love of history. You should take that choice to heart and really ask yourself. Will you regret not doing it?” Catra looks to the floor, the closes her eyes and repeats her breathing exercise a few times. After about a minute she speaks calm with a flare of determination in her voice. “Yes” Perfuma smiles. “Yes what?” Catra responds confidently. “Yes, I will regret not doing it. I-I really want to do it.” Catra feels a hand touch her shoulder, opening her eyes to see Perfuma looking down at her, big smile on her face. “Then you need to talk to Adora” They conclude their session, Perfuma always insisting on hugging Catra before she leaves. She waves and hops on Melog, headed out of Plumeria and back to Bright Moon. Back to Adora, a mix of nerves and excitement at the conversation and events about to come.

The other chapters are still pending. Just wanted to see what everybody thought so far. =3

@sunnylildragun

#spop catra #spop #catradora fanfic #fanfic #she ra catra #catradora #She Ra #she ra glimmer #she ra s5 #she ra bow #adora shera #adora #Catra the historion #perfuma #entrapda #scorpia #post s5 #catra

67 notes · View notes

nazumichi · 3 years

Text

Drunk Dee Dramatics for anon

Trouble wasn't exactly fond of their old home. Musty smell, dry winds, shifty strangers and cruel blades. But the bars were nice. Stiff drinks and interesting strangers. That is, when their cousin wasn't leading a particularly brash mission with her particularly brash girlfriend and their particularly brash friend.

But no matter.

They enjoyed watching Catra beat up goons from over their drink, which they'd set on the bar, currently distracted. She had jumped off of her perch on Adora's shoulder, slashing her claws across a reptilian's muddy-brown face. They chuckled to themself, wondering if they could draw her attention over to them.

"Another?" The bartender asked, face hidden by a low hood.

"If you please," they said, annoyed to be interrupted in their daily Catra watching. They listened to the clink of glass and the splash of liquid, sound bringing up old memories that they'd prefer to stay buried. There was the thump of their glass hitting the table, golden liquid swirling before their eyes.

They lifted the drink to their lips, liquid burning as they swallowed. Strange, the last glass hadn't burned like that. Or the one before it. Or the one before that. Or the one before that one.

"Wah!"

Glimmer crashed into the bar, stumbling away from her attackers. She shot them a poisonous look; "get off your ass, and help!"

Trouble went to contradict their dear cousin, to tell her that they were currently doing something of vast importance. They opened their mouth and then closed it quickly, feeling a tickle in the back of their throat. Glimmer regarded them strangely, before rejoining her fight.

Huh.

Without a second thought, they chugged the rest of their drink, feeling it burn in their stomach. "'Nother."

"Yes, Mx. Trouble."

That's weird. They know my name. Cogs turned in their head, trying to compute how the stranger knew them by name.

Wow.

They must come to my shows. I must be famous. The thought made them grin, before their head collapsed on top of the bar with a soft thump, sounds of brawling fading.

——

"Trouble. Trouble!" They felt warm hands on their face, slapping them awake gently. With too much difficulty, Trouble pried their eyes open, vision bleary. Three faces were staring down at them, all blurred.

"Did you kill them?!" Adora demanded, shooting Catra a shocked glare.

"No! What the fuck are you on about?!"

Trouble felt as if their head was underwater, every word warbled. "Kitten," the three girls stopped their bickering instantly, looking down at them in surprise.

Glimmer had gotten too close, peering down at them, scrutinising. They slapped their hand into her face, turning to Catra. "You've got the most beautiful eyesssss," they slurred, grunting as she dropped their head.

"Well, they seem to be ok," Adora chuckled, pulling Glimmer away carefully.

Trouble did feel ok. Better than ok, actually. The sky outside the window was a lovely shade of yellow, Bright Moon's castle a warm red. They rolled away from the girls, across the cold floor.

"Ooh!" They stood up shakily, staggering across the room. "Oh, yes! It's so last season!" They laughed, listening to the wall's teasing words. "Purple isn't in style anymore, dear cousin!"

"It sure isn't!" The wall laughed, voice deep and throaty. "Your taste is so much better!"

Trouble giggled and twirled their hair, collapsing against the wall. "You know me so well."

"Are you seducing my bedroom?" Glimmer asked, face screwed up in disbelief. Adora was leaning against her shoulder, giggling into her hair. Catra was sighing, the beginning of a smile forming on her face.

"Mind your own!" Trouble whined, running a hand down the scarred stone. "We're really hitting it off." They bonked their head against the wall, enjoying the cold comfort it provided. “Oh, Eunice. You’re my true friend.”

Catra was cackling loudly, clutching her sides. Something in Trouble’s chest warmed at the sight, as they leaned against the wall once more.

“Ooh!” Eunice mused. “Looks like someone’s got—“

“Fuck!” Trouble yelled, feeling a stab of pain at the base of their back. Glimmer was standing behind them, something long and green wrapped around her hand. “Get up, dumbass.”

“You can’t make me!”

They hissed as she yanked the green thing again, unsure as to why it hurt them. And then Trouble gasped, scurrying away from her grip. “What’s that?!”

“What’s what?” Adora asked, peering over her annoyed girlfriend’s shoulder.

Idiot. They gestured to the thing attached to their back, laying on the floor in front of them. It was scaly and light green, matching the color of their skin. Huh. Must be Bow’s or something, they thought.

“That’s your tail,” Glimmer said, voice mimicking that of a parent talking to a particularly disobedient child. “Don’t tell me you forgot you had a tail.”

Trouble gasped, slamming their head against the wall, movement making Adora cringe. “I’ve got a tail?!” They whirled around to face the wall. “Did you know of this, Eunice?!”

“I’m just as surprised as you are, buddy.”

“Who’s Eunice?” Catra asked, kneeling beside them. Her tail was swishing side to side, their eyes following its every move. Without a warning they grabbed it, pulling it hard. Catra yowled and shoved them, jumping away.

“There’s a snake on your suit!” Trouble called after her.

“That’s her tail dimwit,” Glimmer sighed, grabbing their arm. The pair vanished in a flurry of sparkles, sudden teleportation making Trouble’s head spin. And suddenly they were above the ground, sitting in Glimmer’s bed. The pink-haired girl had returned to solid ground, expression pensive, deep in thought. She looks like a toad, they thought with glee.

“What caused this?” She asked, gaze flicking around the room. There was a shrug from Adora, who was mimicking her girlfriend’s silent brainstorming.

“Maybe they drank too much,” Catra said with a flick of her wrist. She was prowling under the bed, wary.

“That’s it!” Glimmer burst out, causing her companions to jump. “Adora! Remember when your brain got fried in the Kingdom of Snows? When you were corrupted?”

The blonde frowned. “I wasn’t this weird.”

“Yes you were,” her girlfriend countered.

“No I wasn’t!”

“Can you turn into She-Ra and try to fix them?”

Trouble gasped suddenly, interrupting the conversation below. “Adora is She-Ra?!” The thought made their head spin in even dizzier circles than before. They pounded their fists against they skull to stop the constant whirling, ignoring Catra’s protests.

“It’s worth a try.”

Trouble interrupted once more with a loud yawn. “I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Not in my bed you’re not.”

“G’night,” they flopped like a limp rag-doll upon the soft sheets, kicking Glimmer’s plushies over the side. They were snoring within minutes, oblivious to the stomps or She-Ra down below.

——

Trouble’s head was pounding like a drum, killer migraine brewing. It was warm, sheets soft against them. Where were they again? They reached across the mattress, feeling something soft and fluffy around their wrist.

“Oh good. They’re awake,” Adora said, voice far away.

Trouble squinted, trying to open their eyes. The three girls were sitting clustered around them, their head laying in Catra’s lap. “You doing ok?” She asked, expression worried.

“Better now that you’re here~” they purred.

She rolled them away, expression morphing into annoyance. “Great job, Adora.”

The other girl chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck.

Trouble scowled, wanting the spotlight back on them. “Hello! What happened to me?”

“I’m guessing someone put something in your drink,” Glimmer said, disapproval written on her face. “You were acting like Adora when she was corrupted.”

They gasped in horror, hand moving to their face. “Oh, god no!” They reached over and shook Glimmer’s arm. “Tell it to me straight, I beg of you! Will I ever act again?”

“Unfortunately, dumbass.”

Trouble nodded slowly, satisfied with that answer. Without another word, they shifted back under the sheets, making themself comfortable. “Well, if all of you are done making a fuss, I’m going back to sleep.”

#drunk!dee #double trouble #dt #spop #hope this is coherent #raii writes a lot #request #long post

15 notes · View notes

shera-dnd · 4 years

Text

A Day at a Time - Flirtation

I have a feeling y’all are gonna appreciate this one just from the title

Have some quality glitra content as we start making our way to angst glitradora end game

Also with a link to AO3 for those who prefer to read it over there

Catra had accepted the fact that Melog was trying to kill her at this point, because once more the little bastard dragged her through the building and straight to one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen, just so she could die of embarrassment.

“I’m fine.” Catra answered, trying to keep her cool considering everything that's happening right now. “My cat just decided to be a little bastard today.”

“You sure you don’t want any help?” The woman insisted. “I could hold your groceries for you, or your cat!” And as if he had somehow understood what had been said, Melog ran for the other woman and tried to climb her. She calmly picked him up, smiling at him as she did so. “Looks like they made the choice for you!”

Catra sighed, not wanting to bother yet another neighbour. “Thanks.”

“So I’ve seen you around a lot,” She commented as she followed Catra back to her apartment. “Don’t think we ever talked though.”

“Yeah I didn’t want to bother you.” Catra shrugged. “You look pretty exhausted most of the time.”

“A shitty office job does that to you.” She commented, “And just a ‘hello’ every once in a while wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” That would certainly make their random meetings in the hallway a lot less awkward. “I’m Catra by the way.”

“Glimmer,” She answered with a smile. “ Pleasure to meet you!”

Catra questioned what goes through a person’s mind to name their kid ‘Glimmer’, but the girl’s trans pride flower tattoo on her arm made it clear her parents probably had nothing to do with that name. That was not the only tattoo adorning her, as Glimmer’s body was almost entirely covered in them.

“And what is this little cutie’s name?” Glimmer asked as she petted the little creature, earning a pleased purr from Melog.

“Don’t encourage him,” Catra complained. “And his name is Melog.”

“I’m sure Melog just wanted to stretch his legs.” She commented, “Maybe he thought you needed to meet new people!”

“He could do that without making me run around like an idiot and annoy the neighbors.” Catra shot a death glare at her pet, who seemed completely unbothered.

“Well, I’m not annoyed.” Glimmer replied, defending the little cat. “He did give me an excuse to talk to a pretty girl.”

“What?” Catra did not expect that. Nor did she expect Melog to jump off of Glimmer’s arms and run back to his napping spot. She had been so distracted she hadn’t even noticed they arrived. “Thanks for the help.”

“No worries.” Glimmer waved off. Both of them stood in the corridor for a moment, waiting to see if the other would say anything. “I think I should get going.”

“Yeah… Wait!” Catra ran into her apartment, grabbed a little post it note and wrote on it quickly. She turned back to hand it to Glimmer, but she stopped herself and added a little smiling cat face to the note before doing so. “Here! It’s my phone number.”

“Oh just like that?” It was Glimmer’s turn to be surprised. “Not gonna keep your distance from the ‘weird pink bitch’?”

“You seem nice and Melog likes you, so you can’t be a bad person.” Catra shrugged.

“‘Can’t be a bad person?’” Glimmer repeated and Catra worried it didn’t exactly come off as a compliment, but the ‘weird pink bitch’ smiled and answered “Thanks, Catra. Talk to you later.”

And with a smile and a wave, she was gone.

~~~

Unlike Catra, Glimmer hadn’t wasted a single second and started her just a few minutes later. Thankfully, baking required a lot of waiting, so she had plenty of time to just talk to her. ‘Hey, Glimmer’ she wrote, but hesitated before sending. Thinking back to the girl’s tattoos, she decided to change that text a bit. “Hey, Sparkles” much better.

“Is this about the star tattoos? Because if it is I’ll fight you.” Catra chuckled when she read that message. She would make fun of how feisty Glimmer was being, but she remembered she had said something similar to Adora the other day.

“You know where I live, Sparkles.” Catra sent, challenging Glimmer. The response took a while as the three dots kept showing up, disappearing and then showing up again.

“I won’t fight you, but only because I don’t want Melog to think I’m mean.” That earned a laugh from Catra.

“I’ll let him know that the weird pink bitch is a nice person.” She joked, but then got a little curious. “Where did that come from by the way?”

“You can thank my coworkers for that one.” Catra suspected something like that, but did raise another question.

“How the hell are you keeping an office job with multicolored hair and tattoos?” This was all relevant information in case Catra ever had to take an office job.

“They wanted to get rid of me, but there were no real rules about colorful hair and I dared their asses to fire the only queer woman working there because they didn’t like her look. Would love to see them trying to recover from that HR disaster.” Apparently Glimmer had a very ‘Fuck you. Fight me’ attitude about everything. “Also they don’t know about the tattoos, so I trust you to keep that secret.” She added, with a little winky face at the end.

She was halfway through writing a witty remark when her line of thought was interrupted by the smell of burning bread. She dropped her phone on the kitchen counter and scrambled to save what was left of her attempt at baking.

~~~

Friday night at the bar was going unusually slow. Catra wasn’t exactly worried about it, she was smart enough to save up some extra money in case she got too many slow shifts. Still, it wasn’t like anything could really bring her mood down right now.

These past two weeks talking to Glimmer and Adora every day had done wonders to improve her disposition, to the point even her boss noticed. Hordak found it all extremely suspicious as he had never been Catra this genuinely happy when she wasn’t up to something. Catra couldn’t exactly blame him for assuming shit, but it was still very rude.

It’s not like Catra was ever planning to introduce the two of them to her boss just to prove him wrong, but it looked like the universe had other plans, because she could see a familiar face approaching the counter.

“Hey, Sparkles.” Catra greeted. “Didn’t expect to see you here. You stalking me or something?” She joked.

“I guess it was a lucky accident.” Glimmer answered, with a strained smile, before taking a seat. “First lucky thing to happen to me today.”

“Shitty day at work?” She guessed.

“Worse,” She answered, pulling up the sleeves of her work clothes, revealing the myriad of tattoos that covered her arm. “My boss found the bar I like to relax at and I’m so not getting drunk in the same room as the asshole that’s been trying to fire me.”

“And this is what? The least shady bar you’ve found all night?” Glimmer nodded “Well, you’re in good hands now and I promise not to use any of your drunk ramblings against you in the future.”

“Why do I find that hard to believe?” She asked, earning Catra’s most innocent look. It wasn’t very convincing.

“I wonder,” She started, playfully “Do you get even more fighty when you’re drunk or are you one of those, ‘You know I’ve always thought of you as a friend’ kind of drunks?”

“Sorry, but I’m only planning on getting a little tipsy.” She explained, “And I’m a flirty drunk, thank you very much.”

“Damn it.” Catra faked annoyance. “Looks like I’m not finding out what that looks like.”

“Maybe some other time.” Glimmer offered.

“But now that you’re not flirting and you’re not gonna start an argument with someone, what are you going to do to pass the time?”

“Very funny.” Glimmer rolled her eyes. “I think I’m gonna relax with a friend and enjoy some good music. Mind making me a Bright Moon?”

“Ugh looks like you share my boss’s awful taste in music.” Catra complained as she started making her drink.

“What is wrong with Fright Zone? Their music is great!”

“Yeah. If you like listening to a sad emo boy groaning about losing his girlfriend.” Catra countered, having heard most their songs more times than she’d like.

“Okay fine, the lyrics aren’t all that great” She admitted “I could try to find something you and your boss would like. Maybe something by Sadie Killer or The Scream Queens.”

“I have no fucking clue what any of those bands sound like, but I like the names a lot more than ‘Fright Zone’.” She commented, placing the finished Bright Moon on the counter. “Here is your drink, Sparkles.”

“A pretty drink from a pretty girl. What else could I ask for?” Glimmer said with a smile.

“You sure you aren’t drunk already?”

“Maybe I’m always a little drunk.” Glimmer joked.

“That sure would explain things.” Catra teased, earning a playful death glare that she happily matched. They kept the stares going until they couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

“You’re the worst.” Glimmer said when she finally stopped laughing.

“Hate you too, Sparkles.” She answered, with the biggest smile on her face.

And for the first time in a long time, she was genuinely happy.

#spop #shera #fanfic #catra #adora #glimmer #glitradora

30 notes · View notes

dammithawke · 4 years

Note

Catra and Adora attend Perfuma's meditation session. Bonus points for Melog!

Send me more Catradora prompts! I’m having so much fun <3

[Let me know what you think of this on Ao3!]

The first time, Catra met with Perfuma alone. Or rather, as alone as they could be in Brightmoon. One of the spare rooms was deemed acceptable, but only after Perfuma had opened every window and, for good measure, placed a single potted flower at the center of the room. With some effort, Catra did what she was asked. She breathed, she sat, she thought. She tried to let go.

It was hard.

The next time they met, Melog joined them. The magicat had insisted, after seeing how ruffled Catra looked after the first try. His presence, it turned out, helped more than either Catra or Perfuma could have expected. When Perfuma started waxing a little too poetic, Melog was there, mane flickering orange as Catra tried so very, very hard not to be annoyed at every word that came out of the princess’s mouth. When Catra needed a little extra help settling her racing thoughts, he was there to climb in her lap and purr until she was distracted.

The third time they met, Perfuma had made Melog a little vest that read “Therapy Cat”. Oh, Melog did enjoy Perfuma.

It wasn’t until their fifth session that Adora joined them.

The room was quiet when they entered, Perfuma already seated with her eyes closed. The lights, despite the sun being high outside, were dim in the lavash spare room. Catra gave Adora’s hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, moving to sit on one of the cushions Perfuma had set up in a wide triangle on the floor.

Adora just stared.

A minute passed. Then another. Finally, Perfuma and Catra were both looking up at Adora expectantly.

“You gotta sit, dummy.” Catra quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I- I knew that.” Adora’s face went beat red and she awkwardly sat down. She tried to mimic how Catra and Perfuma were sitting, legs crossed with their hands in their laps, but where their fingers were limp and relaxed, Adora’s were balled tightly into fists.

Catra, beside her, was snickering.

“So,” Perfuma said in a gentle voice. “What are your thought-goals for today?”

“My what?” Adora stared blankly.

“You know, just what do you want to work on? What would you help with?” Perfuma watched her expectantly. When Adora just stared back, Perfuma gave a slow nod. “Ok, maybe Catra and I can go first, so you know what I mean. I, personally, would like to accept more positivity in to my life, and will myself to open my heart to new people.”

Adora’s brow furrowed, but she still turned to look at Catra curiously.

“I’d need-” Catra paused, looking down at her hands as she sheathed and unsheathed her claws. “I mean, I would like to focus on my anger. Again, I guess. And anxiety.”

Perfuma nodded approvingly as Melog padded over to her, bumping their head against Perfuma’s knee. “Do you have a goal too, Melog?” She gave them a scritch under the chin.

The cat gave a meow that seemed to echo in Adora’s head, almost ringing.

“They say… They want to mourn and-” Catra stopped, mid-translation to snort. “And learn to accept more food.”

That helped ease some of the tension in Adora’s shoulders, but not all of it. Perfuma was giggling and nodding approvingly, before turning her attention once again to Adora.

“So? What would you like to work on? Is there anything you’re having trouble with?”

“No. No.” Adora said it almost too quickly, giving a nervous laugh. “I mean, I’m fine. I’m great. Everything is great.” Her hands were still balled in fists, and she was doing her damnedest not to look either of the other women in the eye.

Perfuma, bless her, put a comforting hand on Adora’s still-clenched fist.

“I can make some suggestions,” Catra offered, smirking and raising an eyebrow teasingly.

“Are they productive?” Perfuma glanced at her.

“...I can make some different suggestions.” Catra grunted, ears flattening in annoyance.

Somehow, Adora’s back just got more tense. Perfuma, for her part, nodded approvingly and motioned for Catra to continue, saying, “Go on.”

Catra shifted a bit to face Adora better. Slowly, as if she were Bow trying to explain to Scorpia how parents, aunts, cousins, and second cousins work, she said, “You literally just need to learn how to relax.”

Adora scrunched up her face. “Wow. Oh, fuck, wow. I cannot believe you, my own girlfriend, would accuse me of-”

“I’m not accusing you of anything!” Catra rolled her eyes. “It’s just a statement of fact. The war’s over and you still train like you’re fighting one. You still throw punches in your sleep. Hell, you flipped Bow yesterday for surprising you. You do not know how to relax.”

Adora opened and closed her mouth, making sounds as if she were going to say something, but she couldn’t decide what. Finally, she settled on crossing her arms and glaring.

“Ok, ok,” Perfuma put out a hand to each of them, trying to keep her voice soothing. “I’m sensing some hostility here. Adora, Catra; lets just take a breath, ok?”

Perfuma made a show of breathing in deeply, and then out. On her second breath, Catra at least joined her, forcing her eyes closed. Melog paced beside her, tail whipping about irritably, until the third breath.

Adora tried -- sort of.

Her inhale was sharp, and her exhale was more of a huff. Forceful, as if a hard enough blow could just eject the stress from her entire being. Catra opened an eye to watch her and, before Perfuma could stop her, burst out laughing.

“I should have known…” Catra shook her head as Adora opened her eyes again to glare at her. “How did I know this would be the one thing I could beat you at.”

“Meditation isn’t a competi-” Perfuma’s scolding was cut off by a scoff from Adora.

“Beat me at it? Oh, please. I bet I could meditate twice as hard as you.”

“You’re don’t really meditate hard-” Perfuma tried again.

“I’ll take that bet.” Catra moved to her knees, putting her hands on Perfuma’s arm. “How’s this. You guide us, we see who can meditate better. Flower-girl tells us who wins.”

“And what will I get when I win?” Adora laughed. There was already a gleam of determination in her eye.

“Can’t the reward just be a clear mind?”

“Perfuma, be serious. This is a serious matter.” Catra waved her off and kept her focus on Adora. “If I win, I want your shirt.”

“My shirt?” Adora looked down at her white long-sleeve shirt, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. That one.” Catra hooked a claw in the sleeve of it, pulling Adora’s arm closer to her. “You’ve had it way too fucking long.”

“Alright. Alright, and if I win--”

“Which you won’t.”

“--When I win,” Adora pressed on, “You have to start joining me on my morning jog.”

“Oh, no fucking way. Not happening.” Catra shook her head adamantly.

“Just for a week.” Adora allowed, offering her hand to her girlfriend.

Catra hesitated, but finally shook the offered hand roughly. “Fine. But you’re not gonna win.”

“We’ll see.” Adora finally turned back to Perfuma, determination slathered over her face like war paint.

Perfuma, through all this, looked absolutely horrified, gaping at her friends. The potted plant, placed about a foot from her left knee, wilted as she paled.

“Alright, we’re ready. Meditate us.” Adora gave her a firm nod.

The next morning, Adora woke up at dawn. She lingered for a few minutes, watching Catra’s steady breathing as Melog cuddled close to her. The feline woman wore the remains of Adora’s shirt; the sleeves slashed off and the hem of the shirt cropped off. A fond smile touched Adora’s lips.

It did look better like this.

#catradora #kitsune-rei #catradora drabble #spop #spop drabble #spop fic

101 notes · View notes

untilweyeetagain · 4 years

Text

SHE-RA WEEK DAY 6 - love/destiny

Pairing: Catra/Adora

Summary: Adora has always dreamed of meeting her soulmate, and she can't help but hope that it's the girl she's been admiring from afar for years. Written for day 6 of she-ra week: love/destiny

Word Count: 1988

Warnings: None

Ever since she was little, Adora had been excited to meet her soulmate. She’d grown up hearing the stories - how humans used to have four legs and four arms before Zeus chopped them in half, leaving them only a small hint on their forearm as to who their other half was.

Humans found their soulmates more often than not, but you would still hear sad stories about people who died without finding their soulmate. Adora knew that she was still young, being in her senior year of high school, but she had always imagined meeting her soulmate when she was young, the perfect story of highschool sweethearts that found each other and then spent their entire lives with each other. The closer she got to the end of the year, the more she began to realize how unlikely this fantasy-ending was, and she became disheartened, beginning to lose hope of finding her soulmate.

She had dated other people, sure, but they had never lasted long - people didn’t often like to commit to long-term relationships with people other than their soulmate, to spare each other the pain in case they found their soulmate while in a relationship. Adora was always envious of those who found their other half though because she wanted that same happiness, the feeling of your soul being complete.

The end of the school year was fast approaching, which meant that Adora was much too busy to contemplate her lack of a soulmate often. She had final exams to prepare for, a prom date and dress to find, as well as the final track and field competition of her high school career. Her days were filled with practice, classes and studying, which meant her schedule was hectic, and the only respite she found was admiring the quarterback of the football team whenever she saw her in the corridor or on her way to track practice.

She had never even spoken to the girl, but she was smitten. She had daydreamed for hours about the girl coming up to her, saying her words: “Hey, Adora. Whatcha doing out here all alone?” Bow and Glimmer often complained about how she would talk about the brunette for hours on end, but Adora couldn’t help it. The girl was the human embodiment of tall, dark and handsome - she drew Adora in like a moth to a flame, and the blonde couldn’t even find it in herself to care.

Adora only knew her name from talk around school whenever the football team won a game that Catra had played spectacularly in. They were in none of the same classes, but they had the same lunch period, so Adora would spend her time staring at the girl from across the lunch hall until Mermista (her only friend who had lunch with her) got sick of it and drew her into a conversation. Despite Mermista’s efforts though, she still found herself getting distracted more often than not daydreaming about the girl she was still too shy to approach.

---

Catra had it bad, she already knew that. She was helpless to stop the way her eyes were drawn to the cute blonde girl she saw in the halls on her way between classes, and she knew it was pathetic that she had yet to muster up the courage to talk to her. Catra knew that she could have pretty much whoever she wanted - she was pretty, smart and popular, and on top of that, she was the star football player. She wasn’t unaware of the whispers that went around about her, nor was she in the dark about the fact that a good proportion of the student body had a crush on her.

She knew all this, and yet this girl was different, somehow. Catra had had more girlfriends and boyfriends than she could count on her hands, and she was smooth and her flirting skills were impeccable, thank you - but she still couldn’t make herself talk to this girl.

Adora - she knew her name only thanks to their mutual friend Entrapta - was, for lack of a better word, adorable. She had her hair up in the same ponytail every day, and she always wore the same tattered red jacket to school. She knew that Adora liked her - the blush that overcame her face and the way she would hastily avert her gaze whenever Catra saw her was a dead giveaway, and Catra thought that nothing could ever be cuter than that.

Catra wished that she had the courage to just go up to her and talk to her, flirt with her, just grab her and kiss her - she didn’t care what it was she would do, she just wished she could do it. But Adora was different. Catra didn’t want to be as naive as to think it, but she hoped, deep down, that that was because she was her soulmate. That Adora would say those words that were etched upon the skin of her forearm: “Um. Hi, hello, hi. Uh, I was, um, running.”

She had thought about the concept a lot, in the few quiet, private moments in which she allowed herself to dream. Perhaps that was why she was so afraid to just go and talk to the girl - the second they said anything to each other, whether they were or weren’t soulmates would be revealed, and Catra didn’t think she could handle it if they weren’t.

---

Panting heavily, Adora finished her final lap of the track and immediately jogged over to the benches, where her towel and water lay ready for her. As much as she liked track practice with the other runners, she found training in solitude to be quite a calming experience - she didn’t have to worry about anyone judging her, she could just focus on the track in front of her and keeping her breathing steady.

The intense summer sun beat down on the blonde as she grabbed her water bottle and poured half the contents over her head and the other half down her throat. She flopped to the ground for a brief few seconds before getting back up and beginning to stretch her legs off, lest she feels the pain tomorrow.

She’s still in a world of her own, mind far away from the present, when someone else makes themself known. Adora jumps when Catra places her hand on her arm, having been very unaware of her surroundings, lost in the peace that running brings her. The brunette clears her throat, and it occurs to Adora, in the back of her mind, that these will be the first words she has ever said to her before.

Unknown to Adora, Catra was feeling the same fear and anticipation, but she pushed through it. “Hey, Adora. Whatcha doing out here all alone?”

The blonde’s breath hitched noticeably, and hope flared through Catra’s veins at the implication that Adora recognised the words.

“Um. Hi, hello, hi. Uh, I was, um, running.” The blonde stuttered, clearly in shock still, but Catra’s heart soared as she heard the words she had known since before she even knew what they meant.

Both girls stood there in silence for a few minutes, processing the information now available to them. Adora’s mind was swirling, thoughts flying everywhere, but the most prominent one was that oh my gosh, Catra is my soulmate... Catra is my soulmate! She was excited, relieved and incredibly nervous all at once - this had been everything she had wanted for years, and the fact that it was the girl who had captured her attention for longer than she would willingly admit made it a thousand times better, but also a thousand times scarier - she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she managed to mess this up.

Before she could get too bogged down in those thoughts, she found herself being pulled into a warm embrace, Catra’s nimble fingers winding their way into her sweaty hair, but the other girl didn’t seem to care about that, nor about the fact that she most definitely smelled of nothing but sweat and dirt. The shorter girl, sighed, leaning into the hug and tucking her head under the brunette’s chin, nuzzling slightly at her neck. How many times had she dreamed of this, of being held close by her soulmate, her Catra?

It seemed that Catra’s thoughts were similar because she soon pulled away - only a short distance, but enough that Adora missed the warmth of Catra’s body - to whisper “I can’t believe that it’s you - I never allowed myself to imagine, but it’s you.” Her voice sounded reverent, and it sent tremors running through Adora’s limbs, warming her in a way nothing else could.

“I… I had always hoped, always dreamed that it’d be you, but this feels… surreal, in a way. Is this real? Are you real?” Adora said, praying to any deity out there that this wasn’t some dream or hallucination, that Catra was here, with her, standing on the edge of the athletics track as a soft summer breeze ran through their hair.

“I’m here, Adora, I assure you this is real. I can prove it to you, if you’d like?” Her voice trailed off towards the end, nerves catching her in a way they never had before. She was normally smooth and suave, making girls and guys alike swoon - she had never felt the need to hesitate with her flirtation, but something about Adora made her want to approach things differently.

Catra was pulled from her thoughts by Adora’s small whisper of “Yes.” She was filled with newfound confidence then, and she dragged Adora impossibly closer as her lips descended upon the soft pair she had only before experienced in her dreams. Adora moaned, quiet and soft, and that small sound was enough for Catra to lose control, the kiss turning from gentle and caring to passionate in an instant as a wave of possessiveness washed over the taller girl.

The pair broke the kiss only when they desperately needed air, but they stayed pressed close, chests heaving as their lungs tried to regain the oxygen they had been denied. The space between them, small though it was, seemed too much and not enough, both girls wanting to resume their frantic kisses but also wanting to talk about this too.

In the end, the second option won, and Adora found herself pulling away further, but still not leaving Catra’s arms. “Why did you come out here? I didn’t think the team had practice today.” The question had been floating around her subconscious, and now that she was slightly more clear-headed, she voiced it.

“I, uh, I asked your friends where you’d be, and they said you’d most likely be here.” It could’ve been her imagination, but to Adora, Catra sounded almost… sheepish. It was so un-Catra that it almost threw her off, but it didn’t stop her next question.

“You were looking for me? Why?” She could honestly not think of a single reason for the other girl to have been looking for her after school.

“I wanted to…” she trailed off, glancing nervously to the ground before making eye-contact with Adora again. “I wanted to ask you out. On a date. With me. Um, yeah.” To see the usually so confident Catra turned into the nervous, hesitant girl who stood before her was honestly quite endearing.

“Well, Catra, you still can.” Woah, it was like they had done a complete personality swap, Adora thought. She had never been that forward before, always being the blushing girl who shyly waited for others to start anything.

“Adora, my soulmate, my other half, would you go on a date with me and be my girlfriend?” Catra asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Adora grinned, leaning into Catra’s space again to capture her lips in another searing kiss, feeling the other girl smiling happily into the kiss as well.

#catradora #SheRaWeek #spop #she-ra #catra #adora #glimmer #bow #mermista #the last three are just mentioned #soulmate au #modern au #highschool au

18 notes · View notes

wombathos · 4 years

Text

stray thoughts - ep11

- OH NO YOU FUCKING DON’T

- bitch you have been good for TWO SECONDS longer, shut it

- adora getting all protective of catra, we love to see it

- shadow and star lady’s dynamic is pretty fun

- CATRA’S FACE WHEN SHADOW WEAVER CRITICISES ADORA AND LAYS HER HANDS ON HER

- she’s just gone!! she hides!! and then shadow is all “leaver her to sulk” and STAY AWAY (adora wants to go find her which is good but like every time shadow weaver does the shoulder touch.... ah)

- really really like how the opening credits keeps shifting around characters according to what side of the war they’re currently on

- oh my baby

- “she can’t do anything to us anymore” man the ouch of it all

- “not because I like you” and then the emotional cat being jumps adora and licks her!! amazing

- bow being all encouraging of entrapta makes me soft

- catra’s new powers are honestly the coolest thing, have I mentioned this, they’re so perfect

- ooooooh pretty shot

- catra saying something and shadow weaver grabbing her to keep her quiet and catra jumping away revealing them all.... ouch ouch ouch ouch are you sure shadow weaver can’t still hurt you two, adora

- entrapta going to a place “crawling with clones”.... is this hordak the first reunion time

- adora asking catra whether she’s fine and shadow weaver getting in their faces... god this is painful to watch

- shadow weaver using the same emotional manipulation on everyone and catra having to watch... god

- catra jumping into fire to save adora!!!

- adora!!!!! (oh god also shadow weaver watching them be adorable in the background, lingering with them just a little longer with them than the others)

- I will end you if I must

- “Do you really think that’s wise?” FUCK THE FUCK OFF I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN

- “if your emotions are blocking you off from becoming she ra” biTCH her love for catra MADE her into she ra again

- “Catra distracts you, confuses you. Haven’t you hurt each other enough?” FUCK she’s GOOD

- entrapta and hordak reunion???

- okay fine i’m here for this

- “your imperfections are beautiful”

- SHADOW WEAVER GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF HER

- the failsafe needs to be carried inside someone?? this does not look legit or safe

- oh wow this entire shot.... someone must take the heart “so you do it then” omg

- “what aren’t you telling us” BITCH GO OFF

- fuck the fuck off she’s ready to sacrifice adora and she knows fucking exactly how to do it, with the exact right touches, I can’t do this

- “this is the only way” ADORA STOP DOING THIS CATRA STOP HER FROM BEING THIS DUMB

- catra’s fighting style is now very cool

- curious as to whether shadow weaver is about to sacrifice herself, like it feels like we’re building up to that but hm

- she could help

- ADORA DON’T

- GIRL SHE’S RIGHT

- NO NO NO

- Micah going “after all I learnt from the best” wow

- is he going to corrupt the process

- no

- and now catra’s mad and sad and oh man

- she does look very cool here

- look at her!!!!

- omg catra’s emotional support cat is kneeling over adora

- catra is leaving?? after one episode with shadow weaver back?? wow fuck this. adora stop her

- these dumb children

- omg FINALLY THEY ARE HAVING THE TALK

- when do you get to choose me

- who do you want, adora

- I CANNOT WITH THIS GIRL

- OUCH OUCH OUCH they’re both kinda right which makes this all the more painful!!

- she can’t bear to stay and watch adora destroy herself!!

- these two shots!! adora kneeling, begging her!! the reversion of their typical relationship!! catra leaving!

- “no you don’t, you never have”

- FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT

- “adora you made the right choice” FUCK THE FUCK OFF SHADOW WEAVER

- YES THANK YOU

- “you ruin people” YEAH “you ruin any chance they could ever be happy with their cat girlfriends” YEAH YEAH YEAH

- “haven’t you done enough” YEAH

- ily so much

- i reckon she’s gonna get her hands on the magic

- and then self-sacrifice, like i feel like that’s where we’re headed

- BUT ALSO FIX THE ADORA AND CATRA THING FIX IT

- ahhhhh

- ahhh

#she ra #she ra spoilers #leela watches she ra #viewing notes #txt #turning darkness to light

15 notes · View notes

evisamora · 5 years

Text

She Ra, season 3, episode 1

Here we go again, Evisa big stupid analyst! I’m sorry but I love doing it and it help me to think. So here we go with Episode 1. First, we know that SW left the Horde by “manipulating” Catra and go to Bright Moon to see Adora. Which is interesting, because in a way she has nowhere to go, but she cna still feel safe enough to go see Adora. Is that because she believes in Adora? Or is she really desperate? I mean, the Bright Moon Prison seems... pretty nice. Everyone seems surprised of it. Angella, is it the prison or not?

Well, guess it is. Plus, Angella got call out by our famous SW. I mean they kinda look a like no?

Well anyway, let’s be honest Glimmer and Angella has the same personality and they are quite a show to watch yelling at each other. I love how Angella doesnt want Adora to be in contact with SW because she is dangerous, but Angella is aware of the psychological damage she done to her when she was young and she might have an idea how she treated her in the Fright Zone. Plus, Glimmer kind a make of reference that SW knows how to manipulate Adora. BUT Adora kinda make the T post to impose her dominance.

But it doesnt work. You are such a gay Adora. Anyway, she will try to infiltrate SW prison to spoke to her, because she came to Birght Moon and it kind of picked Adora curiosity. We can’t blame you Adora, it took all the fandom by surprise too.

Obviously, the Bestfriend Squad know each other perfectly so... Guess they knew what Adora planned since the beginning. Heres a compilation of Glimmer stopping Adora.

Ok the first one, Glimmer look like she wants to grabs Adora butt and Adora is like : NO! And I am not sorry for this. But yeah Adora try so hard to go see SW. At the same time, we are learning that SW wants only to talk to Adora and that she is actually dying. I am pretty sure that people who hates Light Spinner/SW was happy to heard that, but eh eh. Actually She Ra will heal her. SW will show her how to use her power. BUT HOW DID SHE GET IN SW ROOMS?? Actually, this is Glimmer who lets her after a long talk with Adora. Meanwhile, Bow will distract the Queen and Castaspella with a Magic trick?! (I wanted to see that trick Bow)

I love how Glimmer did her protective girlfriend speech to her future mother in law. Sassy girl.

To be honest, SW calling Adora “my Adora” make me ... I don’t know to be honest. I really want to think that she really loves her like if she was her child, but at the same time SW took her because she was feeling power in her and knew that she was different. We all know the Weaver loves power.

Lucky us, Adora didn’t believe her.. well I think? Maybe she did believe her in a way, but at the same time knew that SW had other intention

SEE

Adora is different because she has power in her! Here we can see a proud girlfriend because Adora doesnt trust SW.

Even after all this, Adora will accept to heal SW as long as she talks. First she need to make the T post dominance as She Ra to make sure SW is really afraid.

Angella and Castaspella will hear noise or see light? Maybe both! And they will enter the room> Poor Bow, he was trying hard to distract them. Guess you’ll need a little more practice after all. You are such a dork.

SW finally speak about why she is here.

AND this is what I find interesting, SW said that Catra betrayed her and that Hordak get rid of her so she wants to take THEM down. Which is kind of true, but at the same time she did everything to keep her alive. I think it’s funny how Catra and SW are alike. Both keep grudge but don’t see how their actions affect people around. It’s at the same time that she told them about the portal, which JOKE ON YOU SW WE KNOW SINCE SEASON 2. Plus, it’s at the same time she tell Adora that she is not from here and Hordak took her and bring her there from a portal.

TATAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Big intense music during these scene. I mean, it’s not like a big spoilers because many of us fam already saw it. There is when Adora left and ask Light Hope for answer!

There is the part we know that Mara cut them off from the rest of the galaxy and that is will be really dangerous to open one right now.

Does it means that if they can reestablish their link with the rest of the universe they can open a portal again without any consequences? For people who finished the series do you know where I want to go with this? Anyways, after her talk with Light Hope, she goes back to Bright Moon and this is when the bestfriend squad decide to go on a trip to the Crimson Waste and follow he message from Mara. This is how the ADVENTURE begin mesdames and messieurs.

AND NOW! Not that I have my favorites in this show, but I do. The SuperpalTrio, what is happening with them. DO WE SEE THEM? Yes don’t worry.

As we can see our baby is alive. She is in a prison like SW was. I don’t know if it’s the same cell and tbh I don’t care. And Scorpia is running to trying to make Catra escape so she will not have to be sentenced by Hordak.

***LOOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN********

I know, I repeat myself, but Scorpia is a precious bean and she is the friend that no one deserve. ~cancer rights~ But meh Catra doesnt want to because she doesnt want Scorpia to get in trouble for her. Which it shows that Catra really cares for Scorpia because she doesnt want her to get in trouble in the first place.

This, my friends, this is the part where we know Catra doesnt believe in herself anymore. Yes, she never had a big self esteem, but she always thought that shw could proove herself to SW, to Adora and to Hordak, but now she doesnt believe in her at all, she thinks she is a loser and she will never win. Win what? Win to be the favorite? The trusted one? The good one? I don’t think she is talking about power. Yes, in the Horde she needs to have power to have all of this and this is why Catra try to have it. And we can see her girlfriend being mad at her future mother in law. Man, SW you need to watch your back.

But good one Scorpia, because we all know she is not right.

SCORPIA FACE FOIEQHFIEQHJFQFIHVQFQFJ. Man, SHE IS YOUR FRIEND AND YOU ARE HER BESTFRIEND!

IS THAT A LOVE CONFESSION BECAUSE OOOOOF IT’S HOT IN HERE! But no for real, it was really kind from you Scorpia. Man, Scorpia, I know you love your friend lie if they were a part of you, but you can’t realy on someone like that it’s really bad for you. It’s even worst because Catra has self destructive behaviour. Even if Catra doesn’t have any, you need to rely on yourslef more and being your world. You dont need to make someone else our world because yours is already amazing. Entrapta and Hordak relationship/friendship is stronger than never before! He pretty let her do everything she wants or she doesnt listen to him so he just let her do it?!

Entrapta will safe Catra life by using the development of the Horde since Catra was in charge and how it get better. She will told her that she need her to find a first one tech in Crimson Waste.

Tbh this is me with my gf everytime she is trying to win an argument with me and that she is right. I mean, I understand Hordak to trust Entrapta complety because she is kind of the only one who can face him and be totally honest with him. Look at my baby grumpy face. Can I marry her?

After, Catra will be sent to Hordak to have her punishment. Lonnie is so worried about her cat girlfirend.

Hordak will call Catra a failures and want people to take note of her mistake, but Catra kinda of call him out. I don’t know if it’s because she thought she will die so she let out everything she wanted to say before?! I mean she seems pretty ready to die and to let herself go. OR maybe she thinks it will save her by trying to convince him that he needs her?

Ok Lonnie is totally laughing. She is proud of her girlfriend.

Catra are you fingering guns Hordak?! HOney, we talked about that.

The fist remind me something..... wait ....

OH YEAH! Dam. Thats scary Arthur... EH HORDAK!

Catra will learns that she is going to Crimson Waste to retrive first one techs (where no one survive and that’s why Hordak send her there). He is sure she will never return. Guess Entrapta really have high hope in Catra!

#she ra spoilers #spop spoilers #she ra #She Ra and the Princesses of Power #Catra #adora #scopria #bow #glimmer #entrapta #angella #Castaspella #HOrdak #Lonnie #Kyle #Rogelio #Shadow Weaver #spop

80 notes · View notes