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With Every Breath, Till My Breath Finally Stops by aecendrinxx
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
25 Jan 2026
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The year is 1996. The Brightmoon Rebels have just won state championships and are off on their way to nationals. But on the way to what was supposed to be a big opportunity for them all, tragedy strikes and they are forced to confront the worst thing of all: their own natures.
In other words: The Yellowjackets teen timeline: She-ra edition that nobody asked for but I really wanted.
If you haven't watched the show, please proceed with caution. When I say major character death, I'm serious.
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“Catra Shipman. You might be fiery, and bitchy, and stuck in your way, oh, and you definitely can’t hold your liquor, but…”
She could still feel the way Adora had taken her hands and gently rubbed over the ridges with her thumb. The way she looked so deep into Catra’s mismatched eyes.
“But you’re my best friend. My everything. The only one who’s been there through it all.”
Catra had managed some sort of sweet nothing in reply, but was deeply shaken. Even now, in the backseat of Scorpia’s car, the words still rotated through her skull.
“My everything.”
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- Part 1 of Yellowjackets AU: To you, I give freely
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The bell above the door chimed sweetly, immediately drowned out by a shrill “HEEHEEHEEHEE!” from an electronic witch's voice box Razz had installed by the entrance.
“Oooh, that's new!”
Catra froze. Runner Girl was early today. Catra let the ball of wire lights tumble from her hands and got to her feet, slowly walking to the edge of the aisle to get a clear look at the coffee bar.
“It’s festive, dearie!” Razz called from the front register.
“It’s gonna drive me to homicide before my shift ends,” Mermista droned from the counter.
Catra exhaled slowly and shook her hands out. Today was going to be the day. She'd promised herself that much on Tuesday. She could hide in the shadows of these bookshelves forever, stealing glances at the girl of her dreams, or she could finally step into the light and say something. Anything.
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Broke college student Catra doesn't believe in ghosts...or talking to the blonde runner she's been crushing on all semester, but she does believe in cash and rent is due tomorrow, so accepting a cryptic gig in a supposed haunted house from some rich kids on Halloween couldn't possibly combine all three, could it?
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The Shape of Belonging by weedcatra420
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
19 Nov 2025
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Catra D’riluth is a single mom, a fortress built from past hurts and fierce love for her magicat cub, Finn. Their world is small, safe, and meticulously guarded—until the first day of third grade.
Adora Gray is a teacher with a heart full of ideals and a classroom designed to be a sanctuary. She recognizes the wary flick of a tail and the fear behind bright blue eyes instantly.
When a child's painful past meets a teacher's unwavering kindness, the careful walls Catra built begin to tremble. Can she trust the woman who holds her child's happiness in her hands?
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you wouldn’t know her by TrenchCoatGoat
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
22 Oct 2025
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After a rather nasty breakup, when put on the spot about if she’d found another date to the illustrious annual Piltover Township High School’s fall festival, Caitlyn tells everyone that she does in fact have a date! And her date is very chill and funny and down to earth and sweet and charming and most importantly of all…far above everything else…she..very conveniently…just so happens to go to a different school…
Yep, totally real. Very legit. What a mess.
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interview with a ________ by itsmewhoelse
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
12 Jun 2025
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Caitlyn sighed loudly, rolling her eyes and letting herself fall back into her chair with a dull thump. She slumped down, arms folded across her chest, lips pursed.
“Of course not,” she muttered. “God forbid anyone actually takes responsibility around here.” She brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face and lolled her head to the side, fixing her gaze on Steb.
“Write me down for the interview, Steb,” she said, her voice flatter than she intended. “It’s probably best if I do it myself, anyway…”
And then the room erupted.
The group launched into a noisy spiral of ideas, overlapping voices ping-ponging off the walls.
Caitlyn didn’t join the discussion.
She sat still in her chair, knees drawn up to her chest, elbows resting on top of them. Her stomach turned with a low, gnawing ache. Something like dread. Or anxiety.
Or something worse she couldn’t name.
She swallowed it down, straightened her spine, and reached for her pen.
An interview with Vi Wasilewzski.
An interview with a criminal.