(This ask was sent to my main but i write here anon sorry!)
Can you write Glitra story pretty please? based off season 4? - anon
“Come on, Glimmer! We have to go!”
“N..no. Not without her.”
Twenty days.
She was stuck with Catra for twenty days in a very tight cell with no bed, no blankets, and no pillows. Her powers didn’t work, but she still had some of the spells Shadow Weaver taught her. Even with that, their luck was wearing thin.
On the second day, Glimmer yelled. About her mother, about her father, about Adora. She grabbed Catra a few times, hit her some other times... but Catra’s fire was gone. Snuffed out. Glimmer would do it for the next few days that passed until she ran out of energy to stay mad
It made her wonder how Catra did it for so many years.
On the ninth day, she spoke to Horde Prime wrong. More like she talked back. She called him a menace. That he’s a nothing and that the princesses will crush him. Glimmer was back handed and berrated. No food — if she would even consider that grey sludge food — for a day, and limited water. She had never wxperienced that before.
Catra handed her a ration bar and water that night.
“How did you...?” Glimmer had asked as she eyed the ration. She knew Catra ate all of hers. The guards made sure of it.
“I wasn’t raised in a castle, sparkles.” was hee only answer before sliding into her corner and curling up to sleep.
On the fifteenth day, Glimmer learned how to bite her tongue. Hold back her words to avoid facing Horde Prime’s wrath and fury; but if she’s being honest, him getting comfortable with touching her feel worse.
“Was this what it was like?” Glimmer had asked Catra that night, “in the Fright Zone, I mean.”
Catra was quiet for a minute, but she shrugged. “We had beds there. Bigger rooms, better food. But the punishments are the same...” Her voice was coarse, but Glimmer understood.
Glimmer nodded, pulling her knees to her face. She thought about how to ask the next question and hesitated before finally asking, “How badly did they punish you?”
Catra scoffed softly, and it marked the end of their conversation.
On the eighteenth day, Glimmer made a mistake. She had been too outspoken yet again; the price of her pride and morality. Horde Prime grabbed her by her shoulder and squeezed her tightly. His nails dug into her skin. It hurt.
Catra stepped in and assumed responsibility, telling Horde Prime that she’s new to how the Horde works and that Catra will teach her. Horde Prime lets her go, and he tells Catra to take care of her ‘pet’, or else.
Back in the cell, Glimmer nurses her shoulder.
Catra sits next to her and sniffs at her wound.
“You’ll be okay,” Catra tells her, unbinding the black fabric that had been wrapped around her arm. She started wrapping it around Glimmer’s injured shoulder
Glimmer frowned. “He called me your pet. I am a queen, not a— not someone’s —“
A silence passed them.
“I,” Catra starts, then grunts, then looks down, mumbling. “I was Adora’s.”
“...What?”
Catra looked up at here with sullen eyes. There was nothing hateful about it. Only regret and guilt. “I was Adora’s pet.”
“Oh.”
“And now I get it. Her stepping in like that whenever Shado Weaver would... do things to me,” Catra chuckled, “she was trying to protect me.”
“... Were you trying to protect me?” Glimmer couldn’t help but ask.
Catra didn’t answer. Instead, she finished up the wrap and went back to her corner of the cell.
On the twentither day, Catra had apologized to her. Well, to a lot of people. She broke down. Her walls had collapsed, and she broke down. Glimmer held her for a second, and when she hissed and tried to claw, Glimmer could only hold her even tighter.
It’s what she wanted from Bow and Adora.
No matter how much she dished out? They’d still cling on to her.
... Huh, that actually sounds pretty horrible if she thought it out loud.
Eventually, Catra stopped. She collected herself and thanked Glimmer.
Before Glimmer could reply, they hear a boom. Followed by Bow, Adora, Entrapta, and Scorpia. Entrapta had gone off to look for Hordak, and Scorpia fended off the oncoming soldiers.
“Glimmer,” It was was the first time Catra had used her name “go with them.“
Glimmer refused.
She offered Catra her hand.
Next thing they knew was that they’re back in Bright moon. Her father was alive and her soul was full of excitement. Shadow Weaver... well, Catra refused to stay in the same room as her. Let alone, see her. So, they kept Shadow Weaver out of the room while they thought of a plan to take down Horde Prime. The princesses — and admittedly, Glimmer too — thought it’d be helpless without She ra.
But Catra...
“Tch, when have you ever needed She-ra?” It sounded like the message was for everyone, but those off-pair eyes never left Adora.
Adora looked like she was up for the challenge. “She ra was all we had to defeating the Horde.”
Catra spoke without raising her voice. “When I tried to take over Bright Moon the first time, She ra was down on her knees... until all of you showed up.”
The princesses looked amongst themselves, but Glimmer’s eyes never left Catra’s.
“And then the whole portal incident where you punched me. And now, it finally dawned on you that maybe you should break the damn thing. She-ra’s nothing but a sword,” Catra finished, pushing herself off the pillar she leaned on. “Adora was the one who always beat me.”
“Where are you going?” Glimmer had asked her as Catra started walking out if the room.
“I have priorities,” Catra scoffed
“Such as?”
“Sleeping. I’ve already said what needed to be said.”
Glimmer couldntm stop herself from smiling at the reply.
Catra curled her tail in response before stifiling a yawn as she walked out the door.
Glimmer found herself pacing around the castle after that meeting. She didn’t want to act like it, but she had been looking for Catra. She wasn’t anywhere. Not any place she could see at least.
She was seconds away from calling the guards, when she noticed a tail dropping down from an overhang.
Catra was asleep.
On a flat surface up high with her tail drooping down to the side. Glimmer smiled. She teleported away to grab a blanket before teleporting back and throwing it over Catra’s peaceful state.
Glimmer couldn’t help but stroke Catra’s hair for a second. Catra’s dangerous. She’s damaged. Broken into a million pieces that can never be wholey put together.
But she’s also good.
So very capable of good.
“You’re pretty soft, you know,” she whispered the mock.
Catra opened one eye slowly. The tiniest, microscopic smile lifted her lips. She scoffed. “Speak for yourself, Glimmer.”
Slowly but surely, Glimmer could see a brand new light shinning in Catra’s eyes, and she can’t wait to see what it will grow to become.