Catra has a praise kink
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18 May 2020
"She loved her. It ached within her. When she was younger, it ached in her in the ugliest ways. It made her angry, it made her jealous. She wanted to be the only person in Adora’s hurricane, the only person pulled into the vortex. She was livid when anyone else got close enough to be caught in the wind tunnel.
It took the end of the world to realize she was never in Adora’s vortex, as she had once liked to think of it (all consuming, painful, inescapable). There was never any reason to fight or claw or scream for her place within her storm. She was never caught in the wind, swinging out wildly, hands reaching for her, for golden, darling Adora, who Catra had wanted so badly, she was willing to die out in the gale.
Why did it take until now to realize that she wasn’t in the hurricane? She was in the eye. She had always been there."
Or: Catra has a praise kink, Adora has a Catra kink, and the both of them are drinking several gallons of WLW juice.
“You love her, don’t you?” Scorpia asked.
"She’s been my best friend my entire life,” Catra replied with a breath.
“That’s not what I meant, wildcat.”
She was in love with Adora Grayskull. Her childhood companion, her best friend, her rival. Adora.
Catra didn’t have the energy to stop crying long enough to reply.
the self indulgent greaser/soc au that no one asked for
- Part 11 of Preludes
“She was looking at you.”
Catra looks up to meet Adora’s eyes in the bathroom mirror as she takes out the small silver hair clips Adora gave her on their anniversary.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Adora says, smiling.
Catra shrugs. She wants to draw this out. “So she was looking at me. What about it?”
“It’s the way she was looking at you.”
Catra’s lips curve into a small smile. “And how was that, Adora?”