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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 1 year

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Midnight picnic date with catra. That's it, that's the ask :)

Hell yeah! 🌻🌻🌻

This was definitely your idea!

Everything with the horde had kept Catra very preoccupied and she barely ever had any time to just sit and relax, but now the war was over, and you were determined to take her out on an actual date!

"I know things have been stressful since the war ended...and since the war was in motion... okay, I know our whole lives have been very stressful!" You look at her warmly, "but...the war is over now, kitten, and...I want to do something special for you...for us..."

You end up talking her into it with your cute little face and that sweet little loving look you give her!

You do your best to keep everything a surprise, but when your girlfriend is an ex-force captain and has heightened hearing and smell...it gets kinda tricky.

"What's all the food for? Are we having people over?"

"What do you mean I can't eat it yet!?"

"You're sooo lucky you're cute."

You work through it.

When midnight comes around, well...Catra is a little less than pleased to be woken up and told to get dressed, but you promise her it'll be worth it.

You decide you wanna go the full nine yards, so you convince Catra to dress up in her red suit and you dress up in a matching fancy garb...because you're that couple.

Then you two are off!

"This better be good, princess~"

"Don't worry, kitten, I wouldn't interrupt your cat nap for nothing."

"Not. A. Cat. Nap."

But when you finally arrive at the park, you can see by the way her ears perk up and she begins to purr that she's happy.

And that was all you wanted.

So you take her hand and guide her to sit down on the picnic blanket with you.

"Gotta give it to you, princess, you sure know how to throw a surprise."

"Yeah well, it wasn't easy with you being so nosy all the time, kitten~"

"Yeah we'll, lying isn't your strong suit either, princess."

For the next hour yourself and Catra indulged in all the premade food, a lot of it being Catra's first time trying it!

You took note on how much she seemed to love the sweets you had made and mentally promised yourself to make more for her soon.

Once you two finished eating you crawled over to her and gave her lips a soft sweet kiss.

"Was everything okay, kitten?"

From the soft fond look in her multicolored eyes and her quite rumbling purrs you could guess her answer, but it was still nice hearing her say how happy you'd made her and how everything was perfect.

"You know I'mma try and one up this in the future, right princess~?" She teased you as you rested your head on her shoulders.

You giggled and between another loving kiss you shot back, "in your dreams, kitten-"

"in your dreams~"

🌻🌻🌻

#catras witchy girlfriend #comfort character #spop catra #catra #spop #shera and the princesses of power #shera fluff #catra x reader #catra x y/n #spop x reader #spop imagine #x reader #catra imagine #catra x reader fluff #catra fluff #catra headcanons #spop headcanon

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pixie-dust-and-pain · 2 years

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The Technicalities Of Kissing Girls

Sumary: Adora and Catra sitting on a tree F-A-L-L-I-N-G

a/n:

based off a comment on red chrysanthemum (ao3 series. should i post it here???? milf adora???) like yes. this is quality content. i love you. this is for you. (rainbowlake on ao3 is my bb)

ALSO I FIND THIS SO FUCMING FUNNY NOT ADORA THINKING KISSING GIRLS HAS DIFFERENT WAYS LIKE PLS BITCH ONLY THING YOUVE EVER KISSED IS CATRA'S ASS STFU

also i accidentally wrote the forbidden forest instead of the whispering woods so now this is hp (ew jk rolling

ANOTHER THING: when my bf kissed me for the first time she said "you're a horrible kisser" then kissed me again and said "dw we can practice" and this was like a year ago and i still dream abt that. I'm dfkjfbkjghkgf

Adora can't remember the last time she's spoken this much. Her jaw hurts from the effort, and her cheeks ache, having smiled far too much for far too long. It doesn't bother her, really, given that it's because of Catra.

She's so irrationally happy it's almost funny. Actually, it is funny, because Catra laughed when Adora snorted, so it must be. This is nothing new, the tree branch beneath her hands, hard wood digging into her thighs, the cold wind blowing at her face as she shoves leaves away, but it all feels precious. She feels drunk. Drunk not on alcohol (though she's sure Catra is), but rather on happiness.

Laughter bubbling up inside of her, too much to contain, her grin never faltering as she leans onto Catra. It's too much. The happiness, it's overflowing, too much to contain within her body. It doesn't matter, she doesn't care. They're young and stupid, this is what they're supposed to be doing. Getting drunk and looking at the sky, sitting on a random tree in the Whispering Woods, trying to form shapes and constellations.

"Mara," Catra had murmured when Adora had told her how the stars were shaped like a woman, and Adora had immediately wanted to kiss her. That's been happening a lot lately, her being overcome with the urge to kiss Catra. Almost everything Catra does makes Adora want to kiss her.

She stares at Catra, now, and wonders for the umpteenth time that night how she's able to breathe when Catra looks like that. Her hair blows slightly with the wind, the short strands somehow falling perfectly into place, unlike her own, which get in her mouth and on her eyes every so often.

The sun has set a long time ago, but the little torch they hold illuminates them both well enough. Adora almost wishes it didn't. Almost.

Catra's hair is like chocolate, dark strands twisting and merging with the others, her hair different shades due to the light, soft and fluffy, and Adora has to fight the urge to reach out and touch them. Her skin glows under the torchlight, the harsh yellow of it soft on her features, tanned warm skin looking so beautiful she wants to cry. Catra, everything about her is just so right and so perfect it makes her want to cry. The light only exaggerates her lashes, their shadows clearly visible on her cheek as she blinks slowly, tired. Blue and yellow eyes shine, one like liquid gold, gleaming in the dark, and the other as though someone has taken the sky and placed it in her eyes. Her eyes contain the whole world. Adora turns pink, suddenly shy. She feels like a child with a crush.

She continues admiring Catra, staring shamelessly. She's confessed now, hasn't she, despite the whole ordeal being so painful? She has a right to stare.

She stares at the slope of Catra's neck, the dark material covering it, hugging her skin. She stares at the bare skin of Catra's arms, the two marks on her bicep and the slight muscles. She's more lean than muscular. She looks small, too, arms wrapped around her knees, hugging them to her chest.

Small. Catra isn't small-the word just doesn't fit her.

Vertically challenged, Adora muses.

She stares a little more than necessary at Catra's cleavage. It isn't her fault; she's practised years of restraint. Just a peak shouldn't hurt (she can practically hear Glimmer mocking her, even in her head, for how pathetically whipped she is). The suit cinches at the waist, and Adora stares at that for a long time too. She wants to hug Catra from behind, she wants to wrap an arm around that waist, maybe just hold it. She needs to stop.

But it's been years since she's been happy with Catra. Sometimes, when she was in the rebellion, she dreaded it. She hated Bow and she hated Glimmer and she hated herself for hating them, but maybe if they were a little cruel, a little evil, a little bit like anything they Horde had told her that they were, maybe she wouldn't have left Catra. Maybe she and Catra could've been happy. It's futile, she knows it is, and incredibly selfish, too, but maybe they both would've been spared a lot of pain had they both just stayed put.

She glances at Catra again, who's staring back at her. Catra grins at her, and Adora beams back, her smile dopey and huge. Catra's smile makes her happy, everything about Catra makes her happy. Funny, that is, before all Catra managed to do was make her sad. Sad, upset, and guilty. Guilty for leaving her behind, knowing that Catra's pride and hurt would never let her turn her back on the Horde, guilty for hurting her, knowing there was no other way.

She's filled with a strange feeling. It's more than happiness, more than anything, she watches the way Catra's nimble fingers tear at the peel of the fruit in front of her, the little sparkle of wonder in her eyes as she bites into it. Catra has recently discovered what fruit is, and she is obsessed. Wait until she finds out about cake.

She smiles when Catra's tongue peeks out, a quick flash of pink, to lick the juice from her lips and she purrs, her whole body vibrating. All the pain she's been through is worth it, she thinks, if it's for Catra.

She wants to be with her so badly it hurts. She wants to hug her and kiss her and hold her hand and talk with her for hours, and she wants to make up for lost time and shower her with love all the time to make up for the times she couldn't. She just wants to touch her. She wants to trace her fingers up and down her spine, lift her up and spin her in circles, she wants to be wrapped up in her as she rests, she wants to hold her so badly it aches her. She wonders if that's a little pathetic of her.

She remembers the kiss they shared at the Heart of Etheria, it was a gentle press of lips, more than a peck but not a full-on make-out session either. She wants to recreate it again, she wants to press herself flush against Catra, wants to feel her soft lips under her own, wants to run a hand through her hair and wrap another around her waist. She wants to kiss her so bad it hurts.

She's too scared to do it, though.

She reaches for her hand instead. Catra's palm meets her halfway, their hands awkwardly trying to slot themselves into place, hungry for the intimacy. They don't fit right in perfectly on the first try, rather, Catra's nail scratches the side of her palm, and it takes them a minute to adjust themselves. It's worth it, though, at the end, when Catra slightly squeezes Adora's hand, and Adora swears her heart skips a beat.

Catra turns to look at her, and smiles slowly, hesitantly. Adora smirks back.

"Aw, you totally have a crush on me," she says, teasing, because she doesn't know how to be sappy and sweet and romantic with Catra, because that isn't them, and because she likes the way Catra's ears turn red and her tail spikes up, "How embarrassing, "

Catra bristles, "We're literally dating!" she exclaims, glaring at Adora in mock annoyance.

Adora sighs, the stupid smirk still on her face, "Still,"

She looks at Catra, still grinning, and she can hear the blood rushing in her ears and her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to claw out of her ribcage and come out. She's sure Catra can hear it, too. Dammit.

She's afraid she'll do something she regrets, she's afraid she'll kiss Catra. She chooses to focus on the soft way Catra's ears are shaped, mentally repeating the same mantra: do not kiss her. She thinks she'll do it anyway, and the thought scares her. And then Catra kisses her.

Or, rather, Catra leans in for a kiss, and Adora's brain malfunctions. She doesn't know how to kiss a girl. How does it even work? Is a girl's mouth different than a boy's (although she's never kissed a boy, either, but she's sure it's a lot simpler than kissing Catra)? She panics, and then does what anybody else in her place would do, she slams her face into Catra's. Catra gasps before they're both set off-balance, hurtling to the floor and off the tree branch they sat on at full speed.

Catra yelps, grabbing onto Adora's hand as her other one grips the branch. They're dangling off the branch with only Catra's hand holding them up.

Adora gapes up at the branch, then squints, "Is that a mouse?"

Catra squeaks, terrified, letting go of the branch in a panic, and they both come crashing down. Fuck.

Adora groans in pain, and barely registers Catra on top of her until she feels her move.

"Ow," Catra huffs, then looks down at her, smirking, thankfully not upset and rather amused. "Hey Adora,"

Adora clears her throat, "Hi,"

"Why so aggresive?" she asks, head tilted to the side as she stares at her intently.

Adora's grateful that she isn't standing up, because she's sure that her knees would buckle if she was, "Um, I-"

"You know," Catra drawls, "If you don't want to kiss me, you could just say so instead of slamming my teeth in with your head, we all take time to-"

"No!" Adora grabs at Catra's hands, wincing slightly at the pain that shoots up her side at the sudden movement, "No, no, no. I don't-it's not like that! I do want to kiss you, I want to so bad but I don't know how to kiss a girl, you know? And I don't want to disappoint you and..." she trails off when Catra chuckles pressing a chaste kiss at her temple.

Adora gulps, the nervousness crawling back as she tries to control her breathing. At this rate, she's going to end up hyperventilating and huffing and puffing into their fucking kiss.

"My love, you're a horrible kisser," Catra mutters quietly, tracing the outline of Adora's face, finger gently brushing against her skin. Adora, pathetically, tries to inch up, to kiss her again to prove otherwise.

"Am not, I'll show you-" Catra cuts her off, pressing herself down on Adora, lips firmly planted on hers as she runs a hand through Adora's hair, fingers slipping through the golden locks. Catra's lips are soft above hers, and she registers how Catra tastes vaguely sweet, like the fruit she was eating, but more than that she tastes so much like Catra it's overwhelming. She pulls back after a long time, and Adora stares up at her, grinning goofily.

"I love you,"

Catra grins at that, pink dusting her cheeks, "I love you too. And I stand by my earlier statement, you're a horrible kisser," She smiles wider at Adora's little huff, and leans down again, lips ghosting over hers, "Don't worry, we can practice,"

I KISSED MY GF THREE TIMES IN FRONT OF OUR WHOLE CLASS TODAY THE COUNTRY WE LIVE IN CAN LEGALLY MURDER YOU FOR BEING GAY I FEEL VERY ANDJSLKNSLD MAYBE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING YK

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fandom-fluff-of-the-day · 6 months

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Today's Fluff is more Catradora

#fandom fluff of the day #fluff of the day #fluff #she ra and the princesses of power #spop catra #spop adora #spop #she ra adora #she ra catra #shera #she ra #catradora #adora x catra #adora #catra

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lildrea28 · 8 months

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Adora: (dies from lack of blood in the brain)

I mean, s-she's just. she's just so... HOT! 🔥

The ultimate f*ck me eyes.

I know I'm not alone in this,

top tier cat wife 10/10

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ari-kari · 6 months

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it’s here! it’s queer!! it’s my beloved 7-day binge fic, out now and ready for reading.

it’s got everything folks. 90’s house parties. Comphet. Girls kissing on the mouth. a real delight. go check it out now.

~Blurb~

Winter, 1996. It’s the semester before graduation, and Adora is bonding over drinks with a few soccer teammates. Out of nowhere, one of them brings up a game that Adora’s never heard of before - “gay chicken.”

Naturally, Adora has questions.

#she ra #she ra fic #catradora #adora x catra #one shot #fluff and smut #she ra spop #catra #adora #my last hurrah before I’m admitted into residential treatment but uhhhhh you didn’t see that

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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being catra's rival

pairing: catra x gn!reader (+adora)

tags: jealousy, rivals to friends

you're a close friend of adora and obviously your friendship with her makes catra quite jealous

so jealous that she views you as her rivals or a threat when it comes to her own relationship with adora

catra tries to get between you and adora, in more than one way

she always clings to adora, trying to be by her side all the time, just so that you can't have time with her

and if you do approach her, she pulls adora away from you!

aside from that, catra will negatively talk about you when adora is around, hoping to get adora to dislike you

though adora always scolds catra for her behavior and really wants the two of you to get along…

catra is very resistant to become your friend, but since adora wants you two to get along, she'll at least try it

the more time catra spends with you, the more she realizes that you're not as bad as she always thought, nor are you trying to take adora away from her

it's really hard for her to admit that she was wrong, but eventually you'll get a halfhearted apology from her, grumbling about how you're actually pretty okay…

#spop catra x reader #spop catra #spop x reader #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #x reader #catra x reader #catradora #headcanons #fluff #angst #rivals to friends #enemies to friends #hcs #x you #x y/n #x gn reader

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thestargayzingetherian · 3 months

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Fun And Games

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52978321 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Bow/Glimmer (She-Ra) Characters: Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Canon, Post-She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Season 5, Tabletop Gaming, Best Friend Squad (She-Ra), Catra Joins Best Friend Squad (She-Ra), Adora is in Love with Catra (She-Ra), Magic, Gaming, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied Violence, Obviously not shown because they're playing a tabletop game lol, But it's described at least, Canon Series: Part 21 of Adapted Prompts Summary:

After the war, Adora encourages Catra to join her, Bow and Glimmer’s tabletop game. (Catradora, Canon, Fluff)

#catradora #Catra #Adora #She-Ra #Spop #Fanfiction #Fluff #Cute #Canon #Post-Canon #Bow #Glimmer

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tippenfunkaport · 2 months

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Space for Felicity

Queen Glimmer just wants a nice, calm, non-deadly party for once. Surely her friends can celebrate Entrapta and Hordak's new spaceship without it devolving into complete chaos? But when Emily overrides all Glimmer's safety precautions to turn the farewell party into the wedding of the century, the queen of Bright Moon wonders if maybe peacetime means letting go.

(4,471 words. Rated G. Fluff, Post-Canon)

Read on AO3

In 2023, I took part in SPOP Futures, a charity fanzine for She-Ra and The Princesses of Power supporting Outright International and I'm finally sharing my fic from that zine!

This fic has...

the type of ensemble, wholesome full cast antics that you all have come to expect from me

Bridezilla Emily

Adora being a menace to buffet tables every where

Catra inadvisably wearing sunglasses indoors and in space

Entrapta and Hordak honestly having a great time on their sweet new spaceship unaware of all the drama happening behind the scenes

Glimmer being stressed out of her mind by space, her friends, everything

Spinerella hopefully not drinking motor oil

a small army of deadly but impeccably dressed bots in formal ware

space antics

a party that is definitely not an Entrapdak wedding but is also sort of an Entrapdak wedding

#spop #shera #she ra #catra #adora #glimmer #bow #entrapta #hordak #I was going to post this for entrapdak positivity month but i wasn't sure if it counted since its more about Glimmer & Emily #emily #tippen's fics #fanfic #fanfiction #spop futures zine #fluff

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samm-arts · 2 years

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I love!

#catra #adora #catradora #shera #shera and the princesses of power #catradora fluff #catradora kiss #glimmbow #bow #catra art #catradora cuddles

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nny11writes · 6 months

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Only One Bed: A Design Choice

For my trick or treater @glitrahasconsumedme, please enjoy this glitra fic I never posted! Happy Halloween! :)

(consider this the probably one full sized candy bar I had on hand and you got it for having the best costume of the night)

“Thanks for letting me crash again, Hordak’s been riding my ass but not paying me for the pleasure so the funds are not so great.”

Glimmer tried to not snort too hard as Catra dramatically flopped about her limited space in the passenger seat. She’d missed this. She’d missed her. By the stars and the moons, she was going to fix this and woo the girl in the process.

She carefully pulled into her driveway and tried to not be too excited. Catra might be jet lagged beyond reason (not that her sleep hygiene was ever great to begin with), but too excited would 100% give up the game. “I’d say fuck him, but don’t.”

Catra giggled a little helplessly while pawing at her bloodshot eyes. “Yeah. No Hordak fucking please.”

The woman she was desperately in love with might have trash humor and been stopped by security after being pegged as being high on drugs delaying them almost five hours, but gods fuck Glimmer had missed her garbage cat.

The ride went smoothly enough and while Catra was struggling to undo her seat belt and open her door, Glimmer grabbed her luggage and started towards the front door only to hear cursing.

“Wait. Where’s my bag? Shit. Fuck! Glimmer I fucking forgot my fucking-” Catra whipped around with wild eyes only to see Glimmer heft the duffle in the air proudly. “You’re laughing. I almost died from a heart attack, and you’re laughing!?”

“Yes!” She cackled, skipping inside her house and graciously ignoring the fond sounding bitch. Nope. No siree, didn’t hear a thing. Maybe you heard something, and if you did, get your ears checked. Be cool Moon, calm down! She was perfectly calm!

Now, she just had to be cool. Real cool. She could practically picture the lightning bolt flying around her non-existent sunglasses cool. Step two of her fool proof plan was a go-go. Glimmer watched as Catra hopped on one foot and crashed into the wall twice while trying to take her shoe off and winced. Step two was soon to be a go-go. “Need some help there?”

“I’m FINE!” Catra growled but did finally get her shoes off and stumble into the living room. “Uhhhh…”

Yessssss step two was a go-go!

“What’s up?” Be cool Glimmer.

“You...couch? You got a new couch? That looks uhm, a little, you know fancy. To be sleeping on?” Catra’s voice cracked slightly and she instantly felt horrible about this plan. She’d been banking on Catra being tired but not cry over something like this tired.

“Duh, you’re not sleeping on the couch silly. What are we? College students? C’mon, my California king came in a few weeks ago, plenty of space!” Glimmer gently bumped their hips together before looping her arm through Catra’s in apology. “Let’s get you passed out.”

Catra snorted softly but was clearly still recovering from the emotional trauma of thinking she was- gods, what? Sleeping in the bathtub? “Fuck you.”

“Ask nicely.” Glimmer pushed Catra into the bathroom. “Bath wipes on the sink, put them in the trash. Do not flush them or I will kill you.”

“Okay, and I’m supposed to?”

Don’t scream at her, don’t yell at her, she’s not being difficult on purpose for once, hold it together now. “Use them. Always feels better after a shit day or travel day to clean up.”

“Are you-” Catra cut herself off with another sniffle, carefully picking up the package of body wipes like Glimmer hadn’t bought them expressly because of her phobia. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, clean up I’ll pull your jammies and if I don’t like them you’re wearing mine.” Glimmer smirked over her shoulder, calling through the now shut door, “AND I’LL CHOOSE THE GIRLY GIRL ONES.”

Her threats were unnecessary, because Catra had at least listened to her this time about bringing proper pajamas. The last time they’d taken a trip together Catra had thought she was being hyperbolic about the jammies situation. Her mistake. Glimmer had few demands of her travel companions, but bringing real pjs and a ceramic mug were non-optional. Catra had learned that the hard way by wearing a purple silk sleep set while being forced to drink the coffee Glimmer made from the trusty ten cup drip she brought with her on every trip out of a stoneware mug covered in babies. Right on top of everything else Glimmer found a soft t-shirt wrapped around a pink and brown mug with “pussy play” surrounded by cats proudly emblazoned on it. Under that was a pair of shorts so fucking comfortable looking that Glimmer had to remind herself to not steal them instantly.

After passing Catra her clothes and changing into her own jamjams, Glimmer quickly set the bed up and prayed that the quick wipe bath wasn’t long enough for Catra to try and fight her about sleeping conditions. Or fall asleep on the toilet. Damn there were more variables than she’d intended.

But it turned out she shouldn’t have worried about that. She should have worried more about Catra’s entry into the bed, which consisted of her flicking the lights off and screaming while somehow doing a cannonball into the center of the mattress. By the time Glimmer stopped shrieking and having her heart beat through her chest, Catra’s cackling had died off into soft snoring.

Step three was a go-go.

Glimmer scooted over and wrapped herself around the little adorable ball, completely on purpose, and went to sleep.

Several Years Later

“Well,” Catra snickered, “we got together because of a cliche really. It only actually happened because I had to sleep in Glimmer’s bed when I was visiting, so there really was only one bed.”

Perfuma and Scorpia exchanged confused glances.

Oh shit. Glimmer tried to signal them but it was too late.

“What do you mean? Was something wrong with the pull out?” Scorpia asked.

Oh no.

Catra squinted at them and pointed to the pink leather cushions her friends were sitting on. “The pull out? What pull out? She had this couch by then!”

Perfuma had the gall to giggle as she waggled her eyebrows while standing up. Rude! “Oh silly, this is a pull out couch.”

“...no it isn’t.” Catra wasn’t really glaring so much as confused, right until she saw Glimmer’s bright red face. “Oh my god.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve slept on this puppy a few times!” Scorpia helpfully got up to unfold it to demonstrate as if Catra hadn’t already cottoned on to Glimmer’s old scheme.

Catra blinked at it before glaring proudly at her girlfriend. “You bitch!”

Glimmer tried to put on her best puppy dog eyes, not that it seemed to work well.

“You MANUFACTURED bed scarcity!”

“For a good cause!”

Was Glimmer ever going to live this down? No. Was she going to get kisses for life from Catra? Yes.

Worth it!

#she ra #spop #glimmer #catra #glitra #glimmer/catra #there was only one bed #by design #Glimmer is going to WIN herself a GF by being sneaky and cool and suave and reading too many romance novels #Catra is exhausted and Going Through The Horrors at work and life #humor #fluff #very mild angst #cursing because it's them #Catra totally told the TSA some off color joke implying she had drugs because she was too tired to pay attention and THINK #the couch was originally going to be lip shaped you are free to put that detail back in :)

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 2 years

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I'm supposed to be doing other things but FUCK IT CATRA COMES FIRST!!

Okay, okay, okay! So, we're thinking about our f/o (fictional others just in case. 😌) coming to our world, right!?

Now, imagine seeing Catra either at school, or maybe you're walking home, and you stop dead in your tracks. Now of course your brain tries to reason this away, "Holy shit, that's a really good Catra cosplay." You think to yourself or tell a friend.

Then when she notices you she smirks and waves you over thus making you turn bright red. As you trudged up to her nervously you hastily say, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you like that, it's just...you look exactly like Catra it's almost scary!"

She laughs mischievously and steps up to you just a bit, "Oh, you really think so?"

Her voice sends chills down your spine because, "Yeah, and you sound just like her too..."

She cocks a brow, looking at you bemusedly, her tail swaying behind her, but you still refuse to accept that she's anything but a really clever cosplayer.

Your face flushed once more as you took a step backwards and you squeek, "Okay! Have a good day! Have fun at...uh...whatever you're dressed up for or...just have fun in general-!"

But as you turn away she slides to stand in your way and wraps her tail tightly around your wrist.

The soft fur of her tail, how organically it moves, and the feather like weight to it all point you to the truth, but it's still hard to believe.

"Either you have the most suffisticated mechanical tail in existence or..."

"Finally putting it together, princess?"

The revelation hits you like a brick. Her puffy hair, bright eyes, metal headpiece, soft ears and tail, hardly noticeable tuffs of fur like hair poking through the window in her shirt and the sides of her jaw, "Catra...?"

You hear a low purr rumbling from her chest, but pull away, "No, no, no, no, that's impossible!"

For a moment, just a moment, she almost looks hurt. Weren't you happy to see her? After all she went through to get to you, why are you pushing her away?

But as she notices the way your arms wrapped around each other, and how tightly you closed your eyes, she softened. "There's no other shoe, princess..."

Your eyes snap open wide, "what...what did you say?"

She laughs lightly and gently reaches for your hand, "That's what you said you do right? When something good happens? You wait for the other shoe to drop."

Your face softened. How would she know that? It was true, of course, but only your closest friends and loved ones knew that about you. You've only ever admitted to them your fear of good things, because good things have to end right?

"There's no other shoe," she repeated again and gently pulled you closer. "I'm here, I'm with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

How else would she know? How else would she know these things about you unless, "You're...you're really Catra?"

She looked at you with a coy smile and nodded, and then, she finally got the reaction she had hoped for.

You swung your arms around her, pulling her in tightly and nuzzling your face in the crook of her neck, "How?" You whispered to her, "how are you here?"

Though the memories weren't pleasant, and it was a hard fought battle to convince Adora and Glimmer to let Catra try this, they all knew how much Catra cared about you, so they all decided to work it out together. "Portal."

You pulled back, "but...but I thought the portal didn't work? Didn't you say it didn't work and..." You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head, "and that you almost destroyed reality last time?"

She laughed nervously and rubbed the nape of her neck, "Well...sorta." You laughed, the sound warming her from within. "The princesses helped this time, and...we were finally able to make a stable one."

You pulled her in again and admitted through running tears, "There's still apart of me that's waiting to wake up, that thinks this is just a cruel joke, that you're not really here, but-"

"I am." Catra finished as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "I'm here princess, I'm here."

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