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Since the war had finally come to an end, Catra and the others had found themselves with only one goal: to repair all the consequences that the damned war had left them with.
Everyone seemed very focused on rebuilding Etheria, but there, among all the princesses, Catra was the one who seemed to be totally focused on getting started with her work. She couldn't wait for that.
After all, it was she who had caused half of them, a good and great deal.
The Horde had caused chaos. It had caused enormous chaos.
Catra wanted to rebuild everything that her hands had already touched and destroyed.
She would make a point of helping everyone, she would make a point of repairing everything that had passed through the bloody hands of her past
She didn't care if it took weeks, months, years, she didn't really care how long it took to do it, as long as she was doing the right thing this time, Catra would do everything in her power.
And that's what she did.
After a few months, Catra was in therapy. Adora was her main motivation for starting it. Of course, there was some reluctance on Catra's part, but with all the patience of Adora and the princesses, magicat finally accepted the offer to start therapy.
It was a good choice.
Perfuma recommended that she do various things, claiming that it would occupy both her mind and her body. The princess asked her to try meditating, something Catra found strange at first, but now she and Perfuma did it whenever they had the chance.
Another thing the princess recommended was to start exploring sides of herself that Catra had never allowed herself to see or do. This intrigued Catra too much. She didn't know how to do that, let alone that she even had something in herself that she had never allowed herself to do.
But there she is now. In the great royal kitchen, trying to make some simple cookies.
She had nothing of extreme importance to do that day, she and her alien friend, Melog, were overwhelmed by boredom. Her girlfriend and her friends were too busy with their responsibilities. So what the hell could she do?
It was left to magicat to follow the flower princess's advice. Do something she had always wanted to do. One of them being...
Baking cookies.
Catra was now trying to pick up some ingredients that were a little out of reach. Everything was too big.
“What the hell?” she hissed angrily. With no way out, Catra had no choice but to start climbing.
“Are you sure about this?” Melog asked, looking at the young woman with boredom.
“What? If you want to eat something good, don't question what I do,” she grumbled, leaning over the sink, ‘Who the hell puts sugar up so high?'’ The indignation in her voice was clear.
“You could end up hurting yourself doing that.” Melog walked over to Catra, who was already standing on the counter.
“Oh come on, it's not like I've never done this before” Catra looked at the alien cat, ‘It's no big deal.’ and so she turned around, ready to climb.
That was until a noise caught her and Melog's attention.
Their ears twitched as the noise approached. It wasn't long before they saw the door being opened, revealing the figure of a tall, blonde, idiotic girl. It was Adora.
“Catra...?” Adora called out, looking around the room for her.
The magicat whistled, making her presence known to the other girl. Catra's back was turned, so she didn't see the exaggerated expression of confusion on Adora's face.
“Catra, look out!” The blonde princess ran over to the girl, concern visible on her face.
It wasn't long before magicat felt familiar hands around her legs.
“Hey!”
“You could fall if you stay up here, Catra!” Adora looked up at her, taking a firm hold of the young cat's legs. “What are you doing up there anyway?”
Catra snorted and put one hand on Adora's shoulder and the other on her face, trying to regain what little patience she had. She counted to five, following one of Perfuma's instructions. It worked a little.
“I was about to pick something up from the shelf over there,” Catra pointed, making Adora follow her gaze, ”but a certain blonde idiot is stopping me.”
“Well, this idiot here has every right to be concerned, since this...” Adora looked Catra up and down before continuing, “It's not very common to see. Like, what kind of girlfriend climbs up on a workbench to get something?”
Catra shrugged as if it were obvious.
“Me!”
“Catra!” Adora groaned, frustrated. “Why didn't you call me to help you?” The blonde asked, never letting go of her firm grip on Catra's legs. Adora even stroked her lightly.
The magicat didn't want to give up.
“Because it wasn't necessary! It's simple, I don't need anyone to do it for me.” Catra rolled her eyes. “You're worrying yourself sick.”
Ignoring Adora's grumbles, Catra took the opportunity to stand on her tiptoes. She raised her hand to the bloody sugar bowl, finally catching it.
Catra smiled victoriously.
“See? I can do it!” Catra stuck her tongue out at a slightly furious Adora for her stubbornness. ”Now, darling, let me-hey!” Catra cried out in surprise as she felt strong arms encircle her legs, immediately lifting her off the bench.
Adora had taken Catra in her arms. The princess held her girlfriend as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
“That's dangerous.”
Catra grimaced.
“It's not...”
“You could have hurt yourself.” Adora repeated.
“But I didn't get hurt.” Catra argued, looking into Adora's steady blue eyes. “And there was no way that could have happened, you caught me.”
This seemed to be convincing Adora, so the magicat continued.
“See, there's no way I could have gotten hurt with you here with me, you idiot.” Catra finished with a softer tone, her hand on Adora's cheek, returning the caress. “Come on, don't be mad...” Finally, Catra sealed the lips he loved kissing so much.
The flattery seemed to have worked, as Adora's serious gaze was no longer there; on the contrary, Catra could see the immense affection in those blue eyes. Catra almost purred at the sight. Almost.
She would have done it if it hadn't been for the other two idiots screaming into the kitchen, looking for the couple. The shouting startled the two girls out of their romantic bubble.
“Fine.” Catra huffed, pulling out of Adora's grip.
“Wow, what a honeyed vision.” Glimmer, the young queen, teased the girls.
“Apparently someone here decided to cook?” Bow asked.
“Yeah, Catra's making cookies.” Adora joined Bow's side.
“If that's the case, I want one!” Glimmer said excitedly.
“If you guys keep bothering me, no one here is going to eat anything.” Catra growled at the trio. Melog meowed at the chaotic and funny situation his companion found himself in.
In the end, the trio ate Catra's cookies. And honestly? Seeing their faces light up when they tasted something made by their own hands made Catra's chest warm. She would never admit it, but she liked that they enjoyed her food.