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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 2 months

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Last Night

A Glimmadora Fanfiction

It was midnight. Glimmer was not sure how she knew that it was, considering how most of Etheria's lights had been snuffed out for a while now. But she knew it was midnight. And she couldn't sleep.

From where she lay, Glimmer could see the faint glow of the Failsafe on Adora's chest. A mark of approaching end. Based on how still Adora was, Glimmer reckoned she was probably awake too. She whispered to Adora, careful not to wake the others.

“Adora?”

There was a pause. Then Adora's voice reached her. “Yes?”

In that one syllable, Glimmer could pick apart at least three emotions. Uncertainty, fear, sorrow. Adora was already mourning herself. Her inevitable death.

Glimmer quietly got up from her sleeping bag and walked across to Adora's, sitting next to her.

“Why are you still awake?”

Glimmer could now see Adora's face in the Failsafe's glow. Adora always looked somewhat tired, Glimmer had noticed it a long time ago. She acted peppy and energetic, she always tried to cheer up and inspire her friends. But there was always that look of fatigue and some faraway sorrow that you could catch when she wasn't completely aware of herself.

And now, what with dealing with Catra and the threat of world destruction looming over them, Adora looked more exhausted than ever. She shrugged in reply to Glimmer's question.

“I don't know. I just couldn't sleep.” Adora glanced at Glimmer and sat up quickly. “Are you okay?”

Oh, Adora. Even when it was her life that was on the line, she still always cared so much about everyone else. Too much, maybe.

“I'm fine, don't worry,” Glimmer reassured her quickly. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

Adora sighed. “Does it matter?”

Glimmer took Adora's hand in hers. “It does. It matters to me. And Bow. And everyone out there who loves you and wants you to return safely.”

“I just—” Adora gave a slight ironic chuckle that was somehow even more chilling than her previous depressed tone. “I don't want to get your hopes up. Whatever happens happens for a good reason. Etheria will be safe again.”

Everything was silent for a while, except for the soft chirp of the cicadas. Glimmer tried not to think about the implications of that sentence. She squeezed Adora's hand as she willed herself not to break down into tears.

It took her some restraint and a deep breath to get her next words out, even though her voice was giving up on her.

“Does it always have to be you, Adora?”

She saw a shift in Adora's expression in the Failsafe's glow. “Doesn't it? Isn't that what She-ra is for?”

“Maybe.. but what is Adora for?” Glimmer met Adora's steady gaze. “What do you want, Adora?”

“I—” Adora's voice faltered as she failed to come up with an answer. She looked away. “It doesn't matter. I have to do this.”

A sudden thought struck Glimmer as she grabbed Adora's other hand and looked at the girl earnestly.

“I'm a lot more powerful than I used to be. I- I'm in total control of my powers now. Maybe I can handle the Failsafe, I could take it to the Heart of Etheria instead!”

“No!”

Adora covered her mouth, surprised at her own ferocity. Lowering her voice, she continued. “No. You're not the one who needs to do it. You have a kingdom to rule. You have people who care about you.”

“So do you, Adora,” Glimmer's voice caught in her throat, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Adora smiled sadly and touched Glimmer's forehead with her own, tears trickling down her cheeks. “Don't worry about me, okay?”

Glimmer didn't reply. She pulled Adora into a tight embrace instead.

Glimmer doesn't know how long they stayed that way or when they finally dropped off to sleep in each other's arms, comforted by the thought of spending their last few hours together.

#it's been a while since i've written something so i'm a bit rusty forgive me #but this was something i've been meaning to write #spop #she ra #spop fanfic #spop fanfiction #she ra fanfic #she ra fanfiction #glimmer x adora #glimmadora #spop glimmadora #glimmadora fanfic #adora #spop adora #glimmer #spop glimmer #fanfiction

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mariaseelie · 10 months

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Horde Lord Adora, her wife and some hostage princess who got too chummy

#catradora #spop #shera and the princesses of power #digital art #catradora fanart #she ra catra #shera memes #spopedit #shera movie #catradora fanfic #glimmer #glimmadora #glitra #glitradora #Catra #adora

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tippenfunkaport · 6 months

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2023 Happy Birthday Glimmer Mini-Event Interest Check

Glimmer's canon birthday is December 1st. In the past, I've hosted a little 3-day mini event open to all ships (and anything platonic or just Glimmer by herself of course) to make sure our Queen had lots of posts celebrating her for her special day. But December is a busy month and the fandom isn't as active as it once was so I'm on the fence about whether it's worth it for me to run this year / if there's enough interest to hold it.

So let's do this Tumblr style...

Please reblog either way to help me get a bigger sample size!

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baggebythesea · 3 months

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Hey you know how in Dork Diaries Catra was raised by Shadow Weaver to be a mean girl at High School.

What you think it be like if Shadow Weaver rasied Adora without Catra around most of the time to be a mean girl at Highschool?

Got any input on this, @rarijackistheshit ?

Personally I think it would go pretty much like in the show proper. Adora would be a perfect Mean Girl just like mommy wanted... until the moment a pretty pink haired girl said "stop it! that's MEAN!" and promised to be her (girl)friend if she stopped.

#spop #dork diaries au #glimmadora #fanfic

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glitrahasconsumedme · 6 months

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Been wondering if anyone would want a playlist for my Glitradora fic (Dear Glimmer) but then remembered I don't need permission to share it with y'all lol (been tidied up and changed slightly since finishing it, but these are the songs I had on repeat the most often during the writing process that I think fit the tone of the fic the best) Hope y'all enjoy!!

#glitradora #glitra #catradora #glimmadora #spop fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #spop catra #spop glimmer #spop adora #adora spop #catra spop #glimmer spop #Spotify

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theglimmadoraarchives · 4 days

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Previous chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Excerpt:

"How are you feeling?" Glimmer asked.

"I've already told you," Adora replied. "Also, I can handle it. I'm She-Ra. I mean, only She-Ra could survive carrying the fail-safe."

"What if you didn't?"

"Does it matter? You deserve a safe world. Everyone else on Etheria does. I may sacrifice myself. Mara's sacrifice won't be in vain."

In just five sentences, Glimmer noticed several emotions. Uncertainty, sadness, and fear. Adora was anticipating a potential death. There was no way Glimmer would lose Adora. She had rescued the blonde from Horde Prime not too long ago. The queen had gone to great lengths to bring Adora back. She wouldn't forgive herself if Adora died.

#glimmadora #spop #glimmer #adora #she ra #season 5 rewrite #season 5 #rewrite #ao3 #ao3 fic #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #fic #fanfiction

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violetstarlightreaper · 9 months

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Slam Dunk Love (New Chapter)

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #lumity #the owl house #supercorp #rizzles #supergirl #rizzoli and isles #amphibia #sashannarcy #power ranger 2017 #trimberly #she ra #catadora #glimmadora #fire emblem three hopes #edelbeth

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catradoratwtgoodies · 7 months

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Adora and Glimmer after the seaon 5 kill Catra, Bow goes to another planet and don't come back, then Glimmer and Adora get into a relationship. this is the happy ending I see.

Glimmer and Adora fake kill Catra to escape tax fraud. Bow went to another planet to buy Glimmer a gift. They all go on a vacation to that planet and it ends with a joint glimbow/catradora wedding

#bad glimmadora fanfic in my inbox #happy oktober to me

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 10 months

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glimmadora patched-up WIP, since i spent all night in a haze gluing an ending on it. AO3 link

rated G. fluff. more fluff. stressed out glimmer. paperwork. fluff

Opening the door to Glimmer's room, the first thing Adora does- like usual these days- is worry.

“…Glimmer?”

No answer. Easing inside, Adora shuts the door and scans the field of battle.

It doesn’t look good. Papers cover the desk, dripping down to the floor and spreading out across just about every flat surface. All personal items and furniture have already been overwhelmed by sheer numbers, soft hues blanketed with the endless ranks of blank white sheets and harsh black ink.

Frowning, Adora feels a deep crease cut between her eyes. The single document in her hands suddenly seems both very inadequate and also like far, far too much.

At least she doesn’t see any person-sized lump lying on the floor this time.

Lifting her voice a little, she calls again. “Uh- Glimmer?”

“Rrgh.” Comes a groan from above. Paper whispers and cascades over the edge of the hanging bed in a fluttering waterfall.

“I’m not here. Come back when the Horde attacks or someone accidentally sets fire to the royal solicitor’s office...”

Adora watches the last drifting papers settle on Glimmer’s floor. “I finished the draft report on best methods for quickly disseminating counter-Horde tactics to the general Rebellion public.” She lifts her document helpfully. “Do you still want to go over it first before I file it with the General?”

Another groan. Then a hand pops into sight, waving limply from the hanging bed. “Up.” Glimmer calls.

The floating steps are mostly in place today, only a few repurposed as midair shelf space, and Adora knows them well enough to read over her report one last time as she climbs.

At the top she finds a young woman in fine clothes and a state of clear disheveled disheartenment. Glimmer is staring blankly up at the ceiling. Her eyes, pupil-less pink and iridescent where they catch the light, look somehow dull and empty. There are papers blanketing her bed, more papers lying on her chest. An smudge of ink stains one cheek like a bruise. Little bandages in colors white, pink, and pale blue cover half Glimmer’s hands, hinting at papercuts and threatening to turn her fingerless gloves into full ones.

She looks exhausted. “Report.” She also sounds exhausted.

Standing on the last step next to the bed, Adora hesitates. “I could revise it again. Come back in another hour or so.”

“Report.” Glimmer repeats lifting a hand an waving it vaguely in Adora’s direction. “It’s important. And knowing you, you’ve probably already rewritten three times.”

“Five times.” Adora shuffles the document, double checks the spelling in the sentence-long header.

A head of fluffy pink hair, extra fluffy and with fewer sparkles in it than normal, lifts from the bed. “Five times? But I only asked you to start writing it this morning! That was only three hours-”

“Ten.” The stain glass windows of Glimmer’s room glow softly with evening light.

“-ten hours- What?” Paper crackles as Glimmer jerks upright, twisting wildly to get a view of her main window.

Outside the second evening moon is starting to rise over the mountains. Glimmer looks down at the shadows stretching across her floor, painting the scattered papers warm fuchsia pink and cool periwinkle blue. It’s beautiful, but Glimmer’s expression is horrified.

Adora feels the crease between eyes deepen. “You didn’t come to lunch. The kitchen staff said they’d bring you something here.”

Shoulders drooping Glimmer sighs. “Someone might have knocked at some point. I think I told them the same thing I told you, only maybe with more yelling. Possible also some cursing…” Another sigh, this one deeper and frustrated as Glimmer turns forward again, burying a hand in her short hair. “Great. Now I need to fit apologizing into my non-existent schedule.” Her free hand curls into a fist, crumpling an unlucky page of what looks like finances.

Seeing Glimmer like this sinks a lead weight in Adora’s chest. “Oh.” She sits on the edge of the hanging bed and clasps her hands on top of the report in her lap, hiding as much of it as she can. “Can I help?”

“It’s fine.” Yank, a few sparks wink out as Glimmer tugs at her hair. “Or no it’s not fine but it’s not like I was actually doing anything anyway- Not doing anything all afternoon apparently- so it barely even counts as a missed meal!” Glimmer glances up through spiky bangs, anxious. “Don’t tell my mom? Or Bow?”

“I won’t.” Adora says firmly. “But Queen Angella might already know.”

A snort. “If she did she’d be banging down my door and passing a law that not having lunch is punishable with a month of being grounded.”

Blonde ponytail slips over on shoulder as Adora tilts her head. “I thought you’d have immunity now.”

“Hm?” Glimmer grunts. “Immunity to what, my own mom?”

“No the, uh.” The strange word stumbles on Adora’s tongue. “The grounding. And having to take orders from the Queen of Bightmoon. If you don’t have independence already then we need to bring that up at the next meeting.”

A look of confusion, then understanding. “Oh, you mean because of the whole ‘got voted new leader of the new Princess Alliance’!” Glimmer laughs. “That thing!” Her laugh is sharp and not at all happy. “The thing slowly driving me insane and that I’m almost Definity messing up right now as we speak!”

Adora nods, stops. Frowns instead. “You’re not ruining the Alliance.”

Up comes the fist with its crumpled paper victim. “Well I’m sure not doing a good job running it.” Glimmer waves the paper as an example. “Ten hours reading, sorting, trying to figure out what ideas are most important and who needs to talk to who about getting what done when, and do you know what I have to show for it?” Releasing her hair Glimmer uses both hands to ball the paper up, crushing it furiously. “A mess!”

Hauling back she throws. Adora’s head swivels, following the paper ball as it smacks into one of the many posters on Glimmer’s walls, striking a crudely drawn Hordak square in the mouth.

“Good shot.” Adora turns back as Glimmer buries her face in her hands. “Those decisions have too much to do with the Kingdoms and non-military governing for me to help with, but I could organize a little if you want.”

“Organize?” Glimmer’s voice comes out muffled. “Adora, my room looks like someone set off a bomb in a printing press.”

Unclasping her hands Adora scoops up the nearest mess of papers. “You’ve been laying things out so you can reference them easily. All that needs is a system. Maybe some color coding. Bow brought me ‘the whole rainbow in sticky notes’ after he saw my Princess Prom workshop, so we have the materials already. We can get started right after dinner.”

Slowly Glimmer lifts her head. “You’re serious.” Her eyes are wide, disbelieving.

Adora nods. “It’ll help. Probably.” Scraps together a tentative smile. “At least it’ll look good.”

“Like organization, like organizer.” Glimmer shakes her head at Adora’s confused look. “Nevermind. Don’t you have other reports to make? Other peoples’ reports to look over?” She points accusingly at the report lying abandoned in Adora’s lap. “You spent a whole day doing just one of those, you don’t have time to clean my room on top of all that! You need stuff like food- and sleep!”

“So do you.”

Glimmer pouts. “I get half my energy from a magical shiny rock. One missed dinner won’t kill me.”

Adora mimics her pout. “But it’ll make me sad.”

“Oh hush.” The corner of Glimmer’s mouth quirks up even as she said it, Adora notices. “Still. Five hours on ONE report. Not good! You need rest.”

“Actually I spent one hour working on a different report, took a lunch break, and did some five minute sword exercises whenever my hand started cramping up.” Setting down the now neatly stacked papers, Adora meet and holds Glimmer’s gaze. “This would help me too.” She promises. “With the reports. I won’t have to rewrite them so many times if I can get a better idea of how things work in and between the Kingdoms. Which is basically your job, now.”

Glimmer’s hand falls. “Right… You do know my mom was running the Alliance for years and I only got started yesterday. If you have questions, ask her not me.”

“She isn’t the one who’ll be setting new policies going forward. Also.” Adora gives Glimmer a look as the princess opens her mouth to interrupt. “This isn’t the same Alliance your parents founded. It can’t be. The war has changed, your way of fighting it has to change too.”

“Our.” Glimmer corrects instantly, frowning. “Our way of fighting.”

The papers scattered around Adora are suddenly very interesting. She picks another sheaf up and looks it over, a vaguely agreeable sound rising in her chest. “Mm.”

There’s quiet in the room. No fountains or water features here, just the faint whisper as Adora turns over a page, still reading.

Then the bed shifts and Glimmer carefully moves the newly stacked papers to the side, making room for herself. Legs dangling next to Adora’s she hunches forward, arms braced on her knees, hands tangled tight together, still frowning.

“I hate that stupid vote.”

Papers settle on Adora’s lap, instantly forgotten. “You don’t want to lead the rebellion?”

“I guess I do?” Glimmer worries at her gloves, tugging the fingers, picking at the band aids. “I just never pictured it happening this way. Or being like this.”

Adora leans forward too, hands clasped between her knees, mirroring her.

“I don’t know what ‘this’ is…” She confesses as she watches Glimmer slowly peel off a strip of adhesive, ducking her head a little to see every line pinching between Glimmer’s eyes. “…unless you mean the paperwork.”

A hollow laugh as Glimmer flicks the band aid away to fall into the mess below. “No, I about knew that part. It’s more the sitting around for hours thing. Doing nothing. Alone.”

The light in the room is fading but instead of standing out brighter the sparks in Glimmer’s hair seem like they’re dimming along with it, like the darkening room is squeezing the life out of them.

The thought squeezes something in Adora’s chest.

“You don’t have to.”

Adora’s fingers creak as she clenches them together, staring down at them, wishing for her sword and a problem simple enough to cut through.

“You have Bow and your mom.” She says instead, as if Glimmer could’ve somehow forgotten that. “Perfuma, Mermista, Entrapta, Frosta- and Swift Wind would stay for an afternoon, if you asked. Castaspella always wants you to visit. Spinnetta and Nettossa have the most field experience of anyone…”

Out of the corner of her eye she can see Glimmer looking at her. Listening. Waiting.

Adora takes a deep breath. “…and me.” She tacks on softly, “I’m here, too.” Clearing her throat she decides she will never not have her attention on her own white-knuckled hands. “I can organize papers. If you want.”

The room is full of shadows. The last light of the bight moons has drained away-

-but a there’s a faint glow besides her, Adora realizes suddenly, painting her own shadow faintly on the far wall, lighting the room with soft and shimmering sparks.

A bandaged hand reaches over and brushes her tight knuckles.

“I’d like that.” Glimmer says, already smiling as Adora glances over at her. “You sure though? I mean. It’s paperwork.”

“I’m sure.”

Adora confirms, the lead weight in her chest melting away along with the lines of tension in Glimmer’s shoulders.

“Anyway.” The words slips out too fast for her to review them. “The only thing I like being around more than paperwork, is you.”

“Oh?”

Heat burns Adora’s face. She tries to at least keep her expression straight as Glimmer’s smile breaks into an enormous grin.

That gets a lot harder as Glimmer pries one of her hands free and takes it gently in hers.

“Well in THAT case!” With a hop and a twirl Glimmer lands on the first of the floating steps, still holding Adora’s hand, still smiling in way that makes Adora’s neck prickle and her stomach swoop with vertigo even though she is very clearly not falling at the moment.

Then Glimmer bows, sweeping her cape aside with her free hand, silly and graceful- and now Adora is grinning too.

“Join me for dinner, your highness?” Glimmer asks with a playful wink.

Still grinning, Adora snorts. “Yes. And I’m not royalty. Maybe a bureaucratic officer.”

“Madam secretary, then.”

Adora looks pointedly around at the paper-strewn room. “Does the Rebellion even have those?”

“We do.” Glimmer un-bows herself and tugs, and Adora lets herself be pulled to her feet. “They’re just busy with non-top-secret stuff. But I’d make them a thing, if we didn’t have them already. For you.”

Her eyes really do shine don’t they? It isn’t just reflected light- there’s dream-like moon glow to them that Adora always somehow forgets about until she’s face to face with Glimmer again and staring down at her like this.

…maybe she should stop staring.

“Maybe you still could.” Adora muses aloud, still staring. “Make them a thing. The bur- the secretaries. Maybe I could be your top-secret secretary.”

A squeeze on her hand, a laugh from Glimmer, bursting and bright as she teleports them.

“Alas!” Glimmer sighs dramatically even as the sparks clear, “that’d probably be some really big work code violation. You’ll have to do volunteer work, I’m afraid, at least until after the war and someone else gets voted in as head of the Rebellion.”

Adora settles back on her heels on the solid floor and blinks. “After the war? Someone else?”

“Sure.”

Glimmer says it as easily as breathing as she steers them both towards the door.

“We’ll need to renamed it. Something less rebellion-y, more unity-y, but- You can help Mermista or whoever with paperwork during the day, since you like it so much. And I’ll take you out to dinner each night!”

Dinner each night? Ah, then that would be- “Sounds like on of those ‘date’ things Bow was telling me about.”

Glimmer freezes, free hand on the door handle.

“Um. A- a date, yeah.” Tentatively she glances back up at Adora. “If you, if you want?”

Adora smiles and nods. “After the war, we’ll have dinner together every night.” After. Huh. What a weird thought. “It’s a date.”

What a strange light that suddenly flares in Glimmer’s face.

“Right. One sec.”

A flash and Glimmer is back on her bed, frantically grabbing up handfuls of papers and stuffing them into her arms.

Still smiling, Adora shakes her head and calls up. “Remember dinner? I'm filing it under "critical resource management priorities". You said you’d eat first.”

“I will!” Glimmer says from the rising flurry of papers. “I will I will, I’m coming, just-”

Flashing back down she grins sheepishly over her pile of haphazard documents.

“Don’t wanna fall behind on the war-winning.” She laughs, then coughs as Adora beams back at her, and finally awkwardly holds out her elbow- the only part of her arms not already occupied. “A-anyway. Shall we?”

“Sure.” Adora eyes the offered elbow for a second before carefully tucking her hand into its crook, the way Glimmer did with hers sometimes. “Like this?”

“Ye-p." Glimmer pops the 'p' with giggle. "Exactly like that.”

All that paper gathering has left Glimmer a bit red in the face. The flush doesn’t go away as Adora opens the door for her and they slip out into the hall, falling in step side-by-side.

In fact Glimmer’s face is still a little pink as she coughs again and asks.

“So uh. Not to pry but- WHEN was Bow talking to you about dates? No, wait- why. WHY was Bow talking with you about dates.”

“I don’t know why.” Adora admits, making a mental note to check Glimmer for fever if she’s still flushed an hour from now. “It was right after the three of us went on that wilderness training exercise. The one where everything was fine because Bow had the map, only then suddenly we didn’t have Bow, and then it was night.”

“Oh.” Gimmer winces. “That.”

“Yes. We had to cuddle up together for warmth, remember? And then Bow found us the next morning-”

“I remember I remember!”

“Well.” Adora nods, happy to be on the same page. “It was right after we came back from that.”

“Okay good. Great." Glimmer mutters. "Very normal.” Mumbles to herself. "Noooo ulterior motives there." Growls softly. "Jerk." Sighs. "I hate it when he's right.."

Listening vaguely, Adora watches how rather than fading, the redness in Glimmer’s face only gets worse. She shortens her steps a little- Glimmer might still be winded from paper gathering, she might need the extra breath to get oxygen into her blood and finish recovering. Basic aerobics. Something she understood.

But since Adora herself does not need to recover and there are other things she doesn't understand, she continues cheerfully.

“Bow was also talking about vehicle stability versus streamlined design, I think." She's been wondering why ever since. Maybe Glimmer understands? "Specifically the redundancy of a third wheel, for some reason.”

"He was WHAT!?"

Glimmer's yelp sends an avalanche of paper cascading from her arms and all over the floor. It is another ten minutes before they finish gathering, and re-stacking, and can start walking towards dinner again. It takes that long for the renewed flush in Glimmer's cheeks to fade away.

Adora is smiling the whole time.

And, despite her earlier alarming sound of distress, Glimmer is smiling too.

Dates are nice, Adora decides, linking arms with Glimmer again as the head off, especially if they help Glimmer relax.

Hmm....maybe we should have a few more, before the end of the war? She considers the thought carefully. As a moral booster. Or a maintenance procedure. For strategic purposes...

Glancing down at Glimmer's bright eyes and easy grin, Adora feels her stomach forget where the floor is again.

... and not because I feel better looking at her.

Glimmer catches her staring and winks.

Adora grins back weakly. Well. Keeping my own moral up is important too, probably...

...

I'd better put that in a separate folder though.

Somewhere a safe distance away, Bow sneezes.

“Gay,” he blesses himself, and smirks. “Speaking of- I bet they’re finding excuses to snuggle up with each other right now. I bet Adora went to make sure she had dinner, and Glimmer didn't throw a hairbrush at her," he rubs ruefully at the oddly overly neat spot in his hair, "and then she got all clingy, and- Ahh.”

Bow sighs, leaning back on his chair with his arms tucked behind his head. "I love peace and quiet. And I love being right~"

He was and they were, but he wouldn’t know that for sure.

Not until two hours later, anyway, when Glimmer exploded into his workshop and imploded into excited sparkles about it.

#spop #glimmadora #fanfic #oneshot #glimadora #my eyes are burning #tired #why the hell did i suddenly remember this wip and these two idiots #argh #i am NOT proof reading this #NO

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incorrect-quotes-from-she-ra · 2 years

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glitradora fic, anything really would be nice <3

hey anon! thanks for the request, this was really fun to write :)

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"We're out of cereal," Catra grumbles out. It's midnight, she's sleep-deprived and exhausted, and she wants. Her fucking. Cereal.

"I think I might have finished it," Adora blurts out. She's sitting at the couch, where the three of them had crashed right after making it home from work. Glimmer is still half asleep.

"Adora," Catra groans. "My cereal."

"Sorry! It just tastes really good and you get the ones with the little white chocolate triangles in them and they're such a lovely surprise! You can never get used to it!"

"We can just go to the nearest," Glimmer yawns, "24/7 and buy more."

Catra considers that idea. "Okay," she decides, and snatches up her coat. She's striding to the door, stuffing her wallet in her pocket before Glimmer interrupts her.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"The store?"

"Not without us," Glimmer says, heaving herself out of the couch. "I can't believe you're making me do this, Catra."

"I'm not making you do anything," Catra points out, but Adora's already twisted up with trying to get her hands through her jock jacket and Glimmer is digging through the pile of stuff at the coffee table for the apartment keys. Catra heaves a sigh.

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Catra has to fight, fight, her smile as she watches her girlfriends in the grocery store. She can't help it, okay? They're adorable.

"Catra," Adora asks, with literal puppy eyes. She's holding up the chocolatey cereal Catra hates with her whole heart. "Please? I know you hate it but I love it and so does Glimmer and we'll finish it really fast this time-"

Catra rolls her eyes. Glimmer pushes up next to Adora, slinging a casual arm around her waist and adding her puppy eyes to the mix.

Catra breaks. "Fine," she grumbles. "But only one packet!"

Adora grins sloppily, and presses a quick kiss to Catra's lips before running off down the aisle. Glimmer hesitates, pecking Catra shyly and running after Adora, leaving Catra to smile fondly and shake her head.

They move down the shelves of cereal to the snack aisle, and Glimmer already has a towering pile of junk food in her arms. Adora is snatching candy off their hangers. Glimmer dumps the entire pile of chips, chocolate, soda and god knows what else into the cart, and grins at Catra. Catra bites the inside of her cheek.

"Not a chance," she says, and starts putting the food back on the shelf. "Glimmer, why do we need barbeque chips?? No one likes barbeque chips!!"

"Bow does," Glimmer says immediately. "And he's visiting on the weekend."

"Bow won't eat a familysized pack of chips, Sparkles. No," Catra adds, as Glimmer's hand reaches out to another packet of the sweet and salted chips she loves so much. "I have already counted three of those packets- Adora!"

Adora grins sheepishly from behind the cart, into which she'd just dumped a handful of chocolates of all sort.

"Guys," Catra moans, running a hand down her face. "I'm not getting us all this shit only to have you sick in bed complaining about a bad stomach two weeks later."

"We won't," Glimmer swears.

Catra raises an eyebrow. "Really?" she asks.

"Glimmer, come on, we have to check out the paste aisle," Adora interrupts, her eyes glinting. "Catra, you can sort through the stuff, keep all the chocolates and the chips. Get some more soda. Bye! Love you!"

"That's not sorting out!" Catra yells after them, but they're long gone. She stifles another smile and continues on.

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Catra catches Glimmer and Adora making out against a row of pasta sauces, and she leans one shoulder against the shelf, and smirks, waiting for her girlfriends to notice her. When they do, Glimmer shoots her a look that makes Catra want to taste Adora on her lips, and Adora looks embarrassed at being caught, running a hand through her messy hair.

"Hi," Catra says finally, moving down the aisle, pushing her cart in front of her. It's been emptied of all food except the cereals and a few packets of chips [Glimmer's favourites] and a few chocolates [Adora's favourites].

"Hey," Glimmer says, reaching out. Her hand fits around Catra's waist easy as anything, and Catra settles into the touch, smiles softly as Adora drops the ingredients required for Catra's favourite type of pasta into the cart.

When Catra doesn't move to take them out, and pushes the cart to the check-out counter, Adora gasps. "Oh, I see how it is! When it's your food you're okay with buying it but when it's ours..."

Catra snickers.

"Catra! I can't believe you'd do that to us!" Adora is pouting now, and Glimmer looks up at Catra with her eyes all widened and adorable and. Fuck.

"Do what?" Catra asks, laughing. They reach the counter and she starts to place their items up, exchanging a smile with the cashier.

"Gum," Glimmer jumps up, holding out a stick of bubble-gum pink gum. "And we'll forgive you."

"No."

"If you get us those perfume strips we'll forgive you," Adora offers.

"Nope." Catra grins at the cashier, who's hiding a laugh.

"Gum. Candy. Perfume. Lip balm. Chocolates. Soda."

"It's like you don't want us to forgive you, Catra."

"Come on, kitty!"

"Fuck off," Catra says, pulling out her card to pay for the groceries. "Excuse my language," she adds, addressing the cashier. "They bring out the worst in me. They're idiots, you see."

The cashier laughs. They hand the bag to Catra and take the card, scanning it. "You guys look happy, though. And y'all are cute, too."

Catra looks back at her girls, who are gaping at her in shock. Probably because she just called them idiots in front of the cashier. "Yeah. Thanks."

She gets her card back, and tips the cashier. "They're idiots," she says, finally, smiling softly at the cashier. "But, well," she looks at the way Adora is trying to keep the sliding doors open with Glimmer cheering her on- "they're my idiots. Have a good night."

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Clarity.

Catra's mind was a whirlwind. She sat at the same spot she used to hang out with Adora for years, since they were children. Everything has changed now. Adora has left her— left the Horde, Catra corrected herself. After Adora had left, anger and pain had been steadily building up inside Catra until she couldn't recognize herself in the mirror.

She remembers opening the portal, her fingers wrapped around the smooth metal as she looked back at Adora, her heart brimming with spite and vengeance. If she can't win, no one can. Especially not Adora.

It had sent them into a time warp. Everything was perfect again. Where Adora was hers and they were both on the same side, as it was meant to be. But soon Adora had begun to see the cracks within reality and piece together what happened. And she turned on Catra again. It's as though Catra was forced to relive the same consequence, regardless of how hard she tries to change things. Adora isn't going to stay.

Catra had been so engulfed by her rage and betrayal that she had turned into the very person she swore she'd never become, the person she hated the most. Shadow Weaver. Catra believed that Adora deserved everything Catra did to her - the torture, the manipulation, the guilt tripping. Catra believed that her actions were justified, after all, how could Adora abandon her like that?

She made me into the monster that I am.

Then Adora had spoken. For the first time, Catra saw rage ignite in Adora's eyes - rage and something else. Hatred. Adora pushed her off, no longer holding back. "I didn't make you do anything!"

Catra was too stunned to process this reaction. Always, Adora had pleaded to her, apologized and tried to please her in any way possible. Catra had never seen such defiance in Adora. She was always the good girl, the people pleaser.

She growled and clenched her fists, charging at Adora. She immediately got flung aside.

"But you? You made your choice. Now live with it!"

Catra instinctively touched her cheek as she remembered the punch Adora had delivered. A tremble ran through her body as she recalled Adora's expression after she managed to close the portal and get out safely. That glare. It said everything words couldn't. Adora despised her. There was no going back.

Catra sighed, burying her face in her hands as shameful tears rolled down her cheeks. That one reaction from Adora was enough to make Catra question everything. How right was she? Did Adora ever even leave her?

"Come with me."

Catra clearly recalled at least two instances where Adora offered her a way out. But she was too stubborn to choose the right path. Too arrogant, thinking that becoming a force captain and getting revenge on Adora would fix everything. It didn't. It only caused more problems.

It caused that steady downwards spiral that Catra kept digging herself into, refusing to face the facts. I was wrong.

It takes courage to admit that you were wrong all along, Despite all the self-loathing, Catra still wanted to believe that her actions were justified, and that her pain and trauma excused everything. Well, no more. She had to admit to herself that she had been a horrible person, and it was no one else's fault. Adora had every right to hate her. She chose the paths she took and she had to pay for it.

Catra packed her stuff and headed out.

***

Adora had just fought away some more Horde soldiers and war robots. She was currently in the village while its citizens thanked her, relieved to be safe again. For the time being, at least.

It was then that she saw a familiar figure far away. Her heartbeats quickened as she steadied herself, one hand on her sword. Glimmer and Bow noticed the change in her expression and their eyes darted towards the same direction. Glimmer put a hand on her shoulder. "Let's take that cat down."

Adora gave her a quick nod and walked towards Catra, leaving the village behind, her friends right beside her. She came face to face with Catra, a frown on her lips.

It was then she noticed how defeated Catra looked. Her eyes looked like she had been crying. Her signature smirk was gone, so was her usual confident gait. She just looked like a shell of the person she used to be.

Adora's eyes narrowed. Was this a trick? A ploy to manipulate her and strike her when she's weak again? She drew out the sword.

Finally, Catra spoke. "I'm not here to fight."

"Oh yeah? What are you here for then? To kidnap her? Torture her as you always do?" Glimmer's voice was laced with fury. "Or is this another attempt to — I don't know — end the world?"

Catra shook her head. "I'm here to apologize."

Silence. The trio didn't know what to say. Adora raised her sword, her brows furrowing. There's no way Catra is actually apologizing.

"I know—" Catra's voice caught in her throat and she struggled to get her words out. "I know that what I've done is unforgivable. I've mistreated you all this time, the same way Shadow Weaver treated me. The way she treated both of us. And I've been actively participating in everything the Horde stood for. I put the whole world in danger, just because I wanted to see you lose."

"You killed my mom." Glimmer said, unable to keep a tremor out of her voice. Catra didn't reply with a snarky remark, she didn't let out her signature chuckle.

"I'm sorry about your mom." Her shoulders were slumped. Adora slowly re-sheathed her sword, still wary. "I'm sorry for everything. There's no excuse to what I've done. I'm just a horrible person."

"Yes. You are," Adora replied, her voice unfaltering. "I appreciate the apology, Catra, but I can't forgive you. I won't."

Catra flinched. She expected this but it still hurt to hear. "I understand. You have no reason to forgive me, and it's unfair of me to expect that from you. I'm doing this because it's the right thing to do. I— I left the Horde. I don't want that life anymore, I'm sick of it." Her voice became slightly eager, hopeful even. "I want to start anew, leave everything behind. I can't fix what I did in the past, though I would give anything to do that. But I want to be better from now on, at least."

She saw Adora's expression soften, just a little bit. Or maybe she was just imagining things. Why would Adora feel sorry for her?

She continued, squeezing her eyes shut so that she wouldn't see Adora's reaction. "Right now, I'm confused. I need some clarity, I need to find myself." A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "All my life has revolved around you and Shadow Weaver. I never stopped to think about who I am outside of that. And I'm going to do that. And I promise I won't disturb you anymore. I won't hurt you anymore."

She opened her eyes, half-scared of what might come next. Adora's expression was ambiguous, it looked like she was feeling a mix of emotions. Glimmer still looked unconvinced, while Bow seemed confused.

Adora let out a sigh. "Good luck on your journey. I'm glad you finally came to your senses." There was something resembling a smile on her lips. But her eyes still held the same resent and hurt.

Catra's eyes went wide. Whatever it was she expected to hear, it was not that. She nodded and mustered a small "thank you". She turned to Glimmer.

"Please take care of her. She deserves the world."

"Oh, I'll take care of her. Better than you ever did," retorted Glimmer. Catra didn't argue. She deserved that.

With a half-smile and a wave, Catra left the place. She drew in a deep breath as she headed to Beast Island. She can't ever be forgiven, but she'll be damned if she lets that hinder her growth. It's time she allowed herself to heal.

It's never too late to change.

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