Her smile widens at the sound of Catra’s purr. She can feel it more than hear it; it’s soothing. Gods, she’d missed it. “Hey,” she scoffs playfully, grinning. “I think we’re doing pretty damn well, thank you very much. I mean, I did just steal their most valuable Force Captain right from under —

Slowly, she comes to sit beside Mermista, close enough for her presence to be felt but far enough to give her space. “I get that,” she says, voice soft. “He’s got good intentions. I’m sure if you sat him down and told him what you needed, he’d be happy to give it to you.” She shifts, turning to —

“Why do I keep hearing that Catra’s going around telling people I’m a dog?” … More importantly, why does she kind of like it?

She’s back from her days-long mission and is in desperate need of 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 food. If anyone needs her, she’ll be raiding the kitchens.

She snorts. “Maybe don’t let the woman in charge of your assignment know you think she’s incapable,” she points out before switching to a more serious, more strategy-focused tone. “But I agree about your tactical value. With the Horde’s increased capabilities under your command, we’re lucky to —

/ did i put the glee cast version of ‘fighter’ by christina aguilera in my adora playlist? i plead the fifth

“It’s honestly not so bad once you get used to it — It’s like if a bed were hugging you. You should give it a try.” Always one to lead by example, Adora throws herself onto the mattress headfirst, temporarily disappearing into a sea of pillows. It’s while she’s submerged that she hears Catra’s —

She’s been hiding snacks away the whole time she’s been staying in Bright Moon. Life in the Horde, with its tasteless — at best — ration bars have created an urge to squirrel things away. Technically she could request food at any time, but she doesn’t want to give anyone more work than necessary —

“Hope nobody missed me 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much.”

She inhales, ready to launch into a spiel on being open to trying new things when Mermista changes her mind. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 she inhales to give the princess some last encouraging words as she steps back to give her space, but that’s when Mermista’s fist sends the punching bag clear across the room. Adora’s —

Hours later, Adora’s showing Catra to her new quarters. The initial meeting was long and filled with a fair bit of Adora’s defense of her… friend? The term doesn’t feel right, but it’s not like they’ve had a serious talk about any of that. It took a while, but after arguing that she herself had —

/ Apologies for the absence — Life has been busy, but I’ll be here soon.

“No! No — Honestly, it was probably Sea Hawk, right? He’s always setting things on… Okay, fine, yeah, it was me.” She’d figured blaming it on Sea Hawk would be harmless considering setting things on fire is kind of his thing, but she just can’t bring herself to go through with it.

/ Replies here, on @grayskullshonor.bsky.social, and on @1stonesexpert.bsky.social either tonight or tomorrow! Sparse, short-ish replies until then, if any are needed.

Her sword is... gone. And so is Catra. This is what she gets for sleeping in for once.

There’s a dusting of pink across her cheeks now as she smiles. “Someone’s possessive,” she comments wryly, that smile turning into a self-satisfied smirk. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy that about the magicat.

"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚢𝚕! 𝙸𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎?" ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝑫𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆. ❞ An #SPOPRP account, as portrayed by #𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆…

She snorts a laugh, Catra’s harsh words easing the nausea she’d inflicted upon herself at the thought of Shadow Weaver. “Okay, that’s fair. I 𝘢𝘮 pretty friendly.” She tries to be, at least. “Not quite as touchy with anyone else, though.”

Her fingers lightly scratch against the base of Catra’s ear in what she hopes is a comforting gesture. “No one’s going to attack you,” she reassures firmly, squeezing the brunette’s hand. “You’re with me. And you’re holding my hand — You’re not exactly intimidating anyone right now.” There —

“Technically, Shadow Weaver’s known me longer than anyone, and I’m pretty sure she’s not in love with me.” At least, she seriously hopes not. Yikes. Okay, she’s moving on from that thought 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺. “Wait, you knew? This whole time, you knew? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Unfortunately, she finds Catra’s insults attractive.

This is forever going down in history as the sentence that prompted a love confession.

Another blink. Glimmer knows, and she hadn’t thought to tell Adora?! She’ll deal with that later. “Guess it’s a good thing I love you, too.” She’s trying to stay cool but her heart is threatening to pound its way out of her chest any second now.

“So you think ‘kitten’s a cute nickname?” Oh, she is going to be 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 about this now. As they approach the Bright Moon palace, Adora’s very careful not to walk fast enough to dislodge Catra’s tail from its place around her calf. Their hands are still clasped together. The points of —

She blinks, brows raising. Her cheeks are pink. “You fell in what now?”

“Pfft, yeah, who could’ve done that? Probably someone who was just trying to make herself — themself! — useful and made a tiny little mistake… or five…”

who up honoring they grayskulls

/ Oop, just got to the s4 finale in my rewatch — this Adora has now been timestamped pre-s4 finale lmao

They set out snacks at the last palace meeting. She’s still scarfing down hors d’oeuvres in the now-empty meeting room when (reader) walks in.

Is there something wrong with her if she kinda likes being called stupid? … Actually, don’t answer that.

The shock has subsided enough to make way for a deep smugness that saturates every word she speaks. “Trying to keep me close, huh?” She grips Catra’s hand firmly as she leads her away. She’s taking the magicat back to Bright Moon; Glimmer might not be super thrilled at first. Not to mention the —

“Take this and look up ‘angry’ for me real quick.” She hands him a dictionary where she’s taped a photo of him over the definition of the word ‘angry’.

It doesn’t feel real at first. She has to spend a second processing Catra’s words, the tears trailing down her face, the weight of her head on Adora’s shoulder. She’s spent so long dreaming of this moment, waking up in a cold sweat to an empty bed and an ache in her chest. Is this, too, a —

Adora’s heart races with the hope that she may actually be getting through to Catra now. She takes the last step needed to put her in the magicat’s personal space, and it’s pure reflex that has her reaching for Catra’s wrist. “Shadow Weaver tried her best to make you think you’re a lost cause, —

“I think you’d be a little less angry if someone threw you a birthday party.”

“No, not yet,” she sighs. Another twist, another tilt of her head. Nothing. Convinced she’s going to be here a while, she finally sits, her free ear listening to Entrapta’s words — until the last thing she says has Adora’s eyes unfocusing, the sudden mental image of heterochromatic eyes and the —

Catra’s claws fly through the air but Adora doesn’t flinch. Her expression doesn’t change. She’s steady, firm. She’s not going 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. “Because I—“ She cuts herself off abruptly, swallowing before amending what she was about to say. “Because you were my 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, Catra, and I know this isn’t —

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 want to talk about egocentric? The guy who thinks it’s his destiny to take over the world?”

She’s almost 𝘵𝘰𝘰 focused on the task she’s been given. There’s a moment of silence after Entrapta’s question where Adora’s just twisting these dials, putting her ear closer to the data pad, rinse and repeat. Hmm. Nothing yet. Is Entrapta sure this thing still works? Whatever, Adora’ll figure it —

“I know!” Adora’s quick to reassure. “But you’ve got the trident and the water magic and everything. I didn’t know where you were at with, y’know, regular ol’ punches and stuff, that’s all.” Hands on hips, she sweeps her gaze across the room. The second it locks onto a punching bag, she’s moving —

None of what Catra’s saying surprises her. All of it breaks her heart all over again. She watches her old friend’s retreat with a pained expression. That flicker of hope her admittedly desperate speech had ignited within her promptly snuffs out right then and there, and as she blinks away her —

She literally has nothing else to do. “Oh, yeah, sure.” She sets off toward the data pad and gets to work, twisting the dials occasionally and listening in between. But she keeps glancing Entrapta’s way, as if trying to work up to saying something she’s not sure how to word. “Soo… you and Hordak.”

“𝘎𝘢𝘩!” The shock to her side weakens her hold on Catra’s wrists as her body crumples into the blow. All she can think about is getting it away from her; one hand leaves Catra’s wrist entirely and attempts to grab and toss the baton away. “This is only proving my point, you know,” she grumbles.

“Exactly what someone who never got thrown a birthday party would say.” Ignore the fact that she only learned what a birthday party was upon leaving the horde. She’s trying to be snarky.

/ hopefully i’ll have more free time soon. 😭 if you catch me lurking, shhh