Daily Dotarina

ship: dot/catarina

rating: t

additional tags: mentions of internalized homophobia, dot is just so in love, so is cat, brief mention of sex

Madzie was gone for the weekend, so it was just the two of them—the feel of Cat’s hand in hers, the open breeze fluttering the curtains, and the soft music seeping out of the speakers. Dot’s eyes are closed, lost in the moment of them swaying gently back and forth, letting her head fall back when Cat dips her. It reminds her of a time long ago—Paris, 1883. Dancing on top of the Eiffel tower, rain tumbling down on them. They had barely known each other then—Magnus introducing them earlier that week. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed Magnus’s knowing smirk as she stared open-mouthed at the woman he had introduced her to, but if she was honest, she had been too busy tracing the curve of Cat’s lips.

The press of her girlfriend’s lips on her own jolts her back to the present and she kisses back eagerly, reaching a hand up to cup Cat’s cheek. She groans in displeasure when Cat pulls away and peeks her eyes open to see Cat smirking at her.

“Lost in thought, sweetheart?”

Dot smiles, thumb stroking Cat’s cheek. “Thoughts of you.”

It’s said that you see the face of your soulmate in your dreams, but so far for Dot it hasn’t happened yet. Every time they close their eyes, all they can see is a flash of a smile and that’s it. At least it’s a beautiful smile, but all Dot wants is just one glimpse or something that can help them figure out who it is. 

Tonight, they lie awake for a while, tracing patterns in the ceiling with their eyes until slowly, it fades to black. This time, it’s not a smile they see, but a smooth, dark hand adorned in rings. It signs something and it isn’t until Dot wakes up that they realize what the person has signed.

Cat. 

All day, Dot wonders what it means. Did the person own a cat? Was their name Cat? Was it a cat? Dot shook their head at that one. Surely, the universe didn’t hate them that much. That night, Dot went to sleep early, an excitement running through their bones of the thought of what they might see this night. The hand comes again, bare this time and it signs again.

Loss.

let the light in.

fandom: shadowhunters

ships & characters: dot/catarina, (background) magnus/alec, madzie

archive warning: no archive warnings apply

additional tags: fluff, brief mention of sex, nonbinary dot, alec’s afraid of snakes, pancake batter war

happy birthday emilie @lesbiandot!!!!!!!!

heaven is a place on earth

Generally, the lifespan of a weeping willow tree is about fifty years. They’re short lived, for trees. The one Dot stands beneath now, one hand on the bark and another clasped with Catarina’s, is at least two-hundred years old. The first time Dot saw it, she was a young woman, even by mundane standards. She hadn’t yet known love, or heartbreak, or that immortality doesn’t protect you from strained eyes and carpal tunnel and achy knees.

Day 24: Breakfast in Bed -Femslash February - Catarina Loss x Dot Rollins

Both ladies sat on the hotel bed, quietly munching on the chocolate chip pancakes that they had ordered from the dining downstairs. Really it was a fantastic meal and for a moment Dot got an idea. She turned to her girlfriend who was flipping through Netflix to see what they should watch.

“Hey babe?” She asked, watching as Cat paused moving her fork towards her mouth. 

“Yeah?“

“Do you think Madzie’s behaving with Magnus and the Lightwood boy?” She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Cat shrugged, before pulling out her phone. Whatever she saw on the screen must have been funny, because suddenly she was laughing.

“What?“ Dot asked when her girlfriend didn’t answer. Instead of an answer, Cat simply made the image on her phone project onto the wall of their suite. The picture consisted of Madzie beeming brightly at, what she would assume was, Magnus’ phone, all the while covered head to toe in flour and chocolate. On the ground, laying face down with a hand raised sticking his thumb up was Alec Lightwood, clearly exhausted from whatever trickery the young warlock had played on both of them. 

Day 15: Bad Day - Femslash February -Catarina Loss x Dorothea Rollins

“Want to talk about it?“ Dot asked gently when she saw her girlfriend return from her night shift at the ER. She knew that while most warlocks had gotten over the mortality of mundanes, Cat was still very much in contact with their world. Meaning that sometimes she’d come home heartbroken over the loss of one, especially if they were children Madzie’s age. 

She watched as her girlfriend shook her head and simply dropped her stuff next to the door, before dragging herself over to the couch where Dot was. She settled in between Dot’s legs and rested her face on her girlfriend’s stomach, almost hoping it would shield her from the world.

“Just hold me.“ She mumbled into her girlfriend’s T-shirt and Dot wrapped her arms around her. It broken her heart, seeing how much pain her girlfriend was in. She sometimes wished that Cat would stop working at the hospital and instead just stick to healing other downworlders, but it wasn’t in her nature to turn down a person in need, regardless of what species they were.

Day 17: Perfume - Femslash February - Catarina Loss x Dorothea Rollins

“Do you remember how many people ordered the Rose Water?“ Cat asked entering the office she shared with her girlfriend. Dot looked up from her inventory list to gaze at her girlfriend as she thought.

“Hm, I don’t. But I’m sure we have a list somewhere.“ Both girls looked at the desk that currently was covered completely in papers and sample bottles. 

“Maybe we should invest in a secretary?“ Cat teased. Dot rolled her eyes.

“We can wait till Madzie gets older.“ Dot teased back. Cat laughed before coming up to Dot and wrapping her arms around her, pressing her face into her hair. 

Six of Swords Characters Aesthetics: Dorothea Loss-Rollins

Six of Swords Characters Aesthetics: Catarina Loss-Rollins

Day 3: Power Couple - Femslash February - Dot Rollins x Catarina Loss

Business at the Coven was always very tedious. From introducing new members, to petty quarrels, to trying to solve this issue and that issue, the Coven took a lot of time. Still, if Catarina had to suffer through it, at least she had her favorite person.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got to say you look wonderful today.“ She said, delightful, gesturing so that her girlfriend would give her a little twirl. When she ended with a curtsy, Cat laughed, lively and fully. 

“Well, I always look wonderful, but thank you for noticing.“ Dot said, a smirk playing at her lips. She came to sit beside her girlfriend, gently taking her hand in hers.

“Do you think the others will leave us alone for a bit?“ Dot asked, her other hand slowly caressing Catarina’s neck.

Dorothea Rollins, overworked pansexual reporter moving on from her ex, Detective Magnus Bane

Femslash February: Prompt 2 - Dressed to Kill

Catarina Loss loved Magnus a lot. She really did. He was a brother, and a friend. But right now, she could have used him as a babysitter. She could have used him replying to her texts. It wasn’t the time for him to be elusive, and she prayed he was actually busy, and not ignoring his phone, like he tended to do sometimes.

It was really not the best of days. It had all started with a missed morning alarm, and a rush through her apartment, magic working in sync, to get Madzie ready for school, and herself ready for work. And she had burned breakfast, having to summon a bowl of cereals from somewhere.

Madzie portalled into the tutor’s house, she had rushed to the hospital, portalling instead of using the subway. Catarina lived a very mundane life. It was easier for her to blend into the human population of the hospitals she worked at if she commuted like them.

Even after this… particular turn of her morning, she’d been in a good mood. She had a date. And not just any date. A date she’d been postponing for a good 400 years. A date with Dorothea Rollins, the one and only Salem witch that Catarina had known for all this time.

It was time to jump in those waters, they’d both decided. Well, Catarina had decided to ask her out, when Dorothea was still bedridden. Almost losing her at the hands of Jonathan Morgenstern, had been like a slap in the face.