Hey guys, I’m back! So this is basically the ending scene I wrote for one of my fanfics. I don’t know if my mom is ever going to let me post it, so this might be the only way anyone ever gets to read it.

“You deserve this,” Adora wrapped her arms around Catra, rubbing small circles on her back and burying her face in her neck. “You deserve to be happy. It’s finally over.” 

It’s finally over. 

The endless torment, the years spent alone, slowly pushing everyone away from her. It was always a way to protect herself, really. Protect herself from people leaving her. Like Adora did. 

Catra used to hate her for it, she hated everyone really then. How could she leave her like that? After she promised? Leave her to suffer at Shadow Weaver’s hands, slowly slipping further and further away, losing herself more and more with each passing day. 

But now she understood. 

It was never about her. Adora didn’t leave to hurt her, she left to save the world. She got to be the hero she always wanted to be. 

It was never Adora she was mad at, it was herself. All that anger, that unrelenting rage that never seemed to cease, it was never Adora’s fault. It never had been. 

Shadow Weaver had messed them both up pretty good, she guessed. 

All those years of fighting for any kind of show of love, anything really to show she was cared for, it had hurt her. Controlled her. Those endless nights, powerless against her wrath, had shaped her throughout her life. 

But she wouldn’t let it do that anymore. 

Because people like Shadow Weaver didn’t shape her. 

People like Prime didn’t control her. 

I think I finally realize that now. Catra melted into Adora’s touch, purring softly. I am worth something. I chose who I want to be, not some sick witch who only wanted to hurt me. 

It was finally over. 

Never again would she have to fight to rise to the top, to come out the best, the strongest. She did it then to survive, first to avoid punishment, then to fill the gaping hole inside her, growing bigger everyday. 

Never again would she have to watch as Adora left her. Watch her be happy without her. That’s all she wanted, right? For Adora to be happy? 

Never again would she be forced to fight the woman she loved, stuck in that awful ship, stuck in her own mind. She had always loved Adora, hadn’t she? Even back in the Horde, when they were just kids, when they lived in constant fear of Shadow Weaver, afraid to make one wrong step, mess up even once. 

Catra didn’t know if she had realized it back then. She had been so small, so scared, but she was pretty sure she had always loved her. 

She remembered their first kiss, just a small one, but enough to make her heart swell. She remembered the way Adora would always wake up before anyone else, training like her life depended on it. She remembered the way she used to curl up at Adora’s feet each night, because she was the only one who could make her smile after being treated like literal crap by everyone else. 

It was far from perfect. Nothing had ever been easy for her. But she had survived, hadn’t she? 

She’d survived abuse, she’d survived nearly dying, she’d survived being mind controlled and starved and hurt. Beaten and broken and bruised. And she had the scars to prove it. 

Those scars would only serve as reminders. But maybe they could be more than that. 

Each could be a reminder of what she had survived. Sure, a reminder of what she’d been through, but each told their own story. 

That small one on her arm was from when she had fallen in training, but she’d ignored it and finished the course. That nick on her foot was when she had slipped on some broken glass. Adora never stopped teasing her for that one, if she simply wore shoes like everyone else, it could’ve been prevented. That burn on her side was from when Hordak had tried to kill her. She winced at the memory, but maybe even that scar could be a good reminder. Entrapta had forgiven her, hadn’t she? Hordak too, if a little begrudgingly. 

More tears spilled out of her eyes, and she held Adora tighter, never wanting to let go. 

I don’t deserve them. 

Wait, remember what Perfuma taught you. You are loved. You are worthy. You are loved. You are worthy. 

She had done horrible things to them all, she had. And yet, they all forgave her in an instant. Glimmer. Bow. Entrapta. Scorpia. Even Mermista had pardoned her for nearly destroying Salenias. 

But most of all, Adora had forgiven her. 

She wasn’t sure how, but she had. She had been sure on Prime’s ship Adora was finally going to finish her off, but the stupid blonde never meant to hurt her. 

Catra wasn’t even sure she had forgiven herself yet. Those scars were going to take a while to heal. 

But maybe that was okay. 

She had time now. 

“You deserve this,” Adora’s words echoed in her head, “You deserve to be happy.” 

Maybe she did. Maybe, after it all, she could find some happiness. 

So, with a contented sigh, she leaned into Adora’s arms, purring, breathing in her soft scent. 

“I know.”

Yeah so that was the ending scene for my She-Ra fanfic (sorry, this is all I’ve been talking about lately, it’s my hyperfocus right now…) Sorry if it made no sense, I just needed to post it SOMEWHERE, because my mom I don’t think will let me anywhere else.

Have an absolutely WONDERFUL day, everyone!