Wherever there was a handprint, there was a nickname. For (Y/n), it was on her neck with what she considered to be a strange nickname. She assumed that when she first met her soulmate, she'd be killed off. Just another dead body at somebody's hands, so she did what she felt was logical by always covering it up, not letting anyone see it. For her soulmate, the handprints were on his forearms, a nickname written in black placed across them. He didn't mind them, but always kept them covered with the sleeves of his hoodie. One night, their lives collide, which will soon lead to them being changed forever.

"So what are you then? A double agent? A traitor? Or just an idiot?" "Is there an all of the above to that question?" --- Adora is shocked to say the least when she one day finds Catra outside her room, beaten, bloody, and begrudgingly asking for a place to stay before promptly falling unconscious. With the Horde's second in command passed out on her bed, Adora isn't completely sure what to do. When she decides to secretly nurse Catra back to health? Well, that's when things get a bit strange. Now Catra is faced with a choice. Once she heals, will she go back to the Horde? Will she stay at Brightmoon? Or does she have ulterior motives? And when Brightmoon's greatest defender starts developing feelings, how will her loyalties be tested? "Once a traitor, always a traitor. Right?" -- Published: May 8th, 2019 Finished: ------- Rankings: #1 Frosta (lmao what) #1 Entrapta (shes mentioned like once but okay) #1 Sea Hawk (ok, I'm the queen of side characters now) #2 Shadow Weaver #2 Bow #3 Adora #3 Catra #5 spop #5 shera

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart