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    “What’s the last thing you remember?”

    Catra stares at her with narrowed eyes. She isn’t sure she can trust her, or anything, at this point. At the same time, though, she feels like she doesn’t have any other options. The Fright Zone is conquered. She has nowhere to go. “... Activating the Portal. And then I woke up here.”

    Adora sucks in a quick breath. Catra’s eyes dart over to her—she looks like she’s about to be sick, white-knuckled and pale.

    Scorpia’s brows knit together. “Catra, that happened over five years ago.”

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    Catra loses her memory. She struggles to find her place in an unfamiliar world, somewhere between hating Adora and loving her.

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    15 Sep 2020

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    “And what are you in for?” the woman asks snidely, crossing her arms and sneering. “Frat party gone wrong? Drunk driving? No wait - embarrassing sexual escapades.” Adora’s kind of glad that whatever’s wrong with her at the moment seems to make her completely incapable of blushing.

    “I am completely yellow,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “What the hell kind of sexual escapades would turn me yellow?” the other woman snorts.

    “Embarrassing ones, obviously.” Adora rolls her eyes and there’s silence for a moment.

    “I’m Adora,” she tries. The other woman stares at her.

    “Okay. Good for you.”

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    Adora's gallbladder tries its best to ruin her life, her hospital buddy is both angry and impossibly beautiful, and sometimes apples aren't just apples. Adora blames Chris Martin.

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    12 Sep 2020

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    "For the last four years, Catra’s routine had been the same.

    Every day, she woke up just after dawn; left the comfort of her own bed to go prepare food for her, her husband, and whatever guests they might have; and checked the supply of ale in the cellar.

    Then, she would make sure all the mugs and glasses were clean. Once people started rolling in, usually just after noon, the bar would be wiped down and the musicians she employed would be setting up. She would make idle conversation with the others and finish cleaning up until the first groups of men looking for a drink showed up with pockets that clinked and jingled with coins, and then the rest of the night would be spent cleaning mugs and pouring ale.

    Catra had resigned herself to this life with a sort of detached acceptance.

    Then, a Rebellion captain walked into her establishment, and she knew instantly that something was about to change."

    or, Captain Adam Fairchild, who harbors a secret that could get him killed, goes in search of a spy to help the Rebellion's cause. He finds it — and much, much more — in a tavern-keeper's wife.

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    06 Sep 2020

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    From underneath a slightly scuffed grey sedan protrude a pair of legs Catra thinks she’ll probably be dreaming about for the rest of her life. Before today, she would’ve said there was nothing even remotely sexy about a boiler suit; however, in light of the evidence in front of her, she would like to reconsider her position on this. It’s possible that boiler suits can in fact be distractingly sexy, if the wearer has muscular thighs that put a beautiful strain on both the material, and on Catra’s tenuous grip on her self-control.

    Then the owner of the best pair of legs Catra has ever thirsted over pushes out from underneath the car and Catra forgets how to breathe.

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    Catra’s a street racer, part-time bartender, and reluctant therapy-goer. Melog is her long-suffering Toyota, and Adora is the mechanic at Moonstone who ends up working on it. Catra isn’t used to wanting things, let alone getting them.

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    05 Sep 2020

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    Car mechanic Adora, hot

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    Adora landed in a heap of trash bags with a groan. Her back, now, as well as her side – ached with a fiery reminder that something was severely wrong there.

    Rolling off to the side and onto the grimy street was much harder than it normally would be. All the air had been beaten out of her on impact – she gasped for it, but between the thick, stale smoke of the back-alley and the stench of the garbage, it wasn’t coming to her.

    She ripped off her red mask, gulping in air and half-hunching over herself to place a hand to the gushing wound in her side. She probably had to treat that, at some point.

    “Well,” Adora whipped round at the sound of another voice, mouth gaping reflexively. At the end of the alleyway, Catra stood, a hand resting on her hip, her lips twisted up into that smirk she was oh-so-familiar with. “Isn’t this a surprise?”

    “Catra,” Adora mumbled, taking note of how sluggish her words came out – and how the pain in her side was making her dizzy. “Hey.”

    And then she passed out.

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    Adora is Spiderwoman. Catra figures it out. Shenanigans ensue.

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    27 Aug 2020