Res's Taylor Swift Inspired Fics
Fics based or inspired by Ms. Swift's discography. All fics can be read without hearing the song and most don't have overt references to the songs. However, understanding of the song could add a layer of enjoyment to the fic (I hope anyway lol).
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"Relax baby, I'll never let anything happen to you." She smirks, confident in her ability to make the world do as she wishes. And right now, her world is Adora. "We have more money than we could ever want and a clean getaway plan. Tomorrow we will be sipping cocktails on the deck of our boat. Now we just need to enjoy tonight."
It’s not that simple, they still have to find a way to fence their biggest prize, the Heart of Etheria, and actually make it to the damn boat. But all of that can wait.
Catra leans down placing open mouth kisses down Adora’s neck, gripping both sides of her button-down tightly. She runs one hand lightly over Adora's bound chest, a barely there touch that doesn't remind Adora of what's underneath.
"I'm always going to take care of you. And right now, I'm going to make you feel good." She leans back and lets Catra have her way with her, eyes fluttering shut as she savors every touch, both rough and soft.
The next morning, she wakes up alone—no loot, no wallet, and no Catra.
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Catra abandons Adora without a trace. What happens when she comes back?
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Catra's eyes glitter as they regard her. "Cool shit." She murmurs approvingly. Her hand trails up to the fleshiest part, touching it gently. "That's your love line."
Adora's mouth is dry and she's really worried her palms are sweating. "Love line?"
Catra nods her head. "Mhm. It's supposed to predict your romances and other significant relationships." She says it like she's reciting it out of a book, her hand trailing up and down the line. "This one is also deep. Long though. Means you're going to have tons of lovers."
Adora feels her cheeks heat up. "Catra!" She moves to snatch her hand back but Catra holds on tighter.
"I'm kidding! Relax." She says with a laugh. "It means you're going to meet your one true love and settle down for ages with them." She rolls her eyes. "Nice and boring."
"That doesn't sound so bad." She blurts out before she can think it through.
Catra's gaze turns interested. "Yeah?"
Adora nods faintly but she doesn't know what to do. Romance isn't something they talk about. "I mean, with the right person." She whispers faintly.
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Adora hates that Catra has a boyfriend. Loosely inspired by the song "When Emma Falls in Love"
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“This is Adora, my best friend. Adora, this is Catra. She does restaurant reviews for the Bright Moon Chronicles.”
“Adora.” The name slips easily out from her lips. The woman looks absolutely gorgeous, tall and muscular in a red dress that clings to her. Her eyes are sky blue, and her blonde hair is pinned back into a braid. A hair shifts out of the hairstyle when she reaches her hand out to Catra.
“Nice to meet you.” Her voice is less deep than Catra expects, but no less captivating. Her hands are big and stupidly strong feeling under Catra’s palm. She kind of forgets to let go until Adora pulls back.
“Well, we have reservations to keep.”
“Have a nice meal. Lovely to see you.” She looks up at the tall blonde. “And to meet you.”
She feels like she’s swallowed by Adora’s gaze, her eyes roving over Catra. “Same.”
They part ways and Catra puts the chance encounter out of her mind as she gets the car. She thinks about looking back to see if the red looks just as good from behind as it did from the front, but she’s never been good at only looking at things she shouldn’t have.
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Loosely inspired by the song Glitch. Food Critic Catra/Carpenter Adora.
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"We won the game." She points out unnecessarily, beaming at Catra with unmistakable adrenaline still rushing through her.
"Yeah, I saw." Catra smirks as she eyes the blond up and down. Adora looks beautiful, her hair down for once, golden tresses that fall longer than Catra expects.
"You came to the game too?" Adora looks happy about it, a small smile playing on her lips. "I was hoping you would."
"Adora, the whole town came to the game."
She leans in close, almost whispering in Catra’s ear, a sharp contrast to their loud surrounding. "Well, the whole town's not you." She can feel her body react to how close Adora feels. It's like they're back in her hallway after they went out for dinner last semester, her mind begging for Adora to make a move.
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Catra has a crush on BMU's star basketball player. Too bad every other girl in school does too. Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Gold Rush"
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Her eyes rove Catra like she's a Christmas miracle. Catra can't blame her because she does the same, trying to catalog any differences in her face, her voice, her body, anything that hints at what she's missed. Catra never asks first—never pushes—because she knows Adora would always give in. It has to be her choice. Adora's eyes lock on hers, fear and longing battling for dominance in her gaze.
"Are you...?" Adora's question trails off, the silence saying more than any words could.
Catra shakes her head softly. "And you?" Catra prompts, nervousness bubbling over in her stomach. Adora could be relieved but still unavailable, have a girlfriend or want different things that Catra could never provide."No, I'm not seeing anyone," Adora confirms, her gaze telling her everything else Catra wishes to know about them for the next week.
"See you tonight?" Catra offers. She knows she should probably settle in and sleep after her shitty flight but all she can think of is being in Adora's arms and her bed again.
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Sometimes, you want more than you can have. Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Tis' the Damn Season."