Fics like Resting on Laurels or Lily Pads

Adora rolls her eyes and puts her hands on Catra’s shoulders, stilling her. She lets her hand trace over the fine chains that drape over Catra’s collarbones. Her eyes are drawn to an impossible spot—an empty space on Catra’s shirt, where there’s only fabric. Only, in Adora’s vision, the one she had when she thought she was dying at the Heart, that same spot held Adora’s Bright Moon pin. She still doesn’t quite know what it means to exchange tokens like that—she hasn’t had the right opportunity or the courage to ask anyone yet—but she knows it makes her gut clench, both in excitement and fear. The brilliance of her joy dims the uncertainty that drips beneath—the errant thought that no matter what it might mean for Adora to give Catra her Bright Moon pin, she’ll hardly be deserving of it. She feels a soft hand on her own shoulder, and she looks up to find a curious gaze. “Ready to go, princess?” Adora smiles and nods, tamping down the funny feeling she gets when she thinks too much about how lucky she is to be alive and for the war to be over. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” OR Five times Adora tries to find her place after the war and one time she doesn't really have to try at all.

Fics like Resting on Laurels or Lily Pads

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