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The ambulance bay runs directly underneath the patch of the roof that isn't consumed by machinery, and the sound of the sirens reaches up here, too.
"There are donuts in the staff lounge," Catra says, leaning against the railing next to Adora. The bag in her hand crinkles. "If you ever decide to add food to your coffee diet."
Artwork by kawasiki-jo!
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Adora has done her damnest to move on with her life after losing Catra to the undead and leaving the Horde. When a wounded figure comes at her with a knife though, memories she had so desperately tried to bury start to resurface.
Or: Catradora loses each other in the Apocalypse
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Home is wherever Adora is, whether it’s the Fright Zone, or an ancient space ship drifting through space, or a hideout deep in the Whispering Woods—it doesn’t matter where, or even when, as long as Adora’s there, that’s where Catra belongs.
It’s the steady beat of Adora’s heart, the warmth of her hand on the small of her back. It’s the light in her eyes when she looks at Catra, like she never stopped being hers even if Catra sometimes still feels like she’s long forfeited the right to have her—to love her—anymore.
Home is Adora’s body: every gash and bruise and broken bone they’ve ever shared.
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thought i knew what colors were before i saw you by maviswrites
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
06 Jun 2020
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The Horde does not, as a rule, believe in soulmates. In the Rebellion and on Etheria, soulmates are a fact of life.
There are two non-Etherians, both Horde members, who bear soul-marks. This is their story.
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the way she tells me im hers and she is mine by forthehonorr
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
24 Jun 2020
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“I think-” Adora shuddered, forcing herself to her feet. “I think I’m sick.”
“Sick?” Bow questioned. He pushed her away at arm’s length, but still offering his wrist for her to rub against. “Adora, how much do you know about designations?” His words were apprehensive, and through her haze, Adora recognized a new tang in his scent. Worry.“Designations?” She stopped rubbing against his wrist and shook her head, both in denial and to try and clear the haze surrounding her brain. It partly worked.
“Yes,” Bow rubbed the back of his neck, withdrawing his wrist from nuzzling range and she unconsciously whimpered at the loss. “Like, alphas, omegas…”
Adora knew vague stuff about that, the Horde said that they were above such primal urges like Alphas and Omegas, as all Horde cadets were betas. Adora remembered vaguely that Bow was an Omega, and Glimmer was an Alpha and that they were mated with a mark on their necks, which happened during Bow’s last heat. Heats were a period in which the Omega was flushed and needy, they needed an Alpha to help by…
Oh no.
Adora was flushed. Adora was needy. Adora needed Catra.“But…” Adora lolled her head against Bow’s chest. “I’m a beta…”
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- Part 1 of gonna save me, call me baby