#catradora drabble

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[tippenfunkaport]

Giant

I have a few more minutes before dinner so let's catch up on Sheratober!

Very pointless Mommadora and Finn fluff for the prompt, Giant (222 words) after the jump

(Also throwing this on AO3 here)

“So the villagers slept peacefully, thinking they were safe.” Finn added the last of the stick people they’d made to the mud village, and set up the their They-Ra figure at top of the tall tower. “But then… the giant came.”

Nothing happened.

They cleared their throat. “I said, ‘the giant came.’”

Still nothing. How did this keep happening? Finn turned to Princess Arrow, who was occupied with covering her painting with more glitter than Finn had thought existed in on the entire planet.

“Ari? Can you…”

“Sure.” She gave Finn a moment to cover their ears before unleashing a loud, “Hey, Aunt Adora!”

The princess of Bright Moon was very good at being loud.

“Wha—“ Mommadora startled, nearly falling off her lounge chair. The grown-ups were taking turns babysitting while they were on vacation and, so far, Mommadora had spent most of her shift napping.

“Giant,” Ari said at a normal volume, before returning to the world’s most sparkly unicorn craft.

“Oh. Right.” Finn’s mom yawned, dragged herself off the lounge chair and turned into She-Ra. “I am going to stomp you!”

“No, you’re not!” They-Ra called, but not too loud because not everyone likes big noises. Finally, they’d gotten to the really fun part of the game, the big battle. They-Ra lifted their sword high. “For the honor of Theyskull!”

[owl127]

Request: catra in a trance severely injury the love of her life

Ship: catradora

"911, what’s your emergency?"

Blood dripped from Catra’s claws. Still extended, as if to mock her lack of control. "I—I," Catra struggled to take a deep breath, her lungs suddenly too small. "I don’t think she’s breathing," she confessed brokenly into her phone.

"Ma’am, is this a medical emergency? Can you please tell me your location?"

Wet and stuttered, Adora coughed. Catra gasped, reaching out to touch her chest, but she stopped at the sight of blood.

"Ma’am, can you please tell me your location? Your street name, your house number—anything to get the help you need."

Catra cleared her throat, brushing her tears away. "Yes, yes. Please send someone."

It had been an accident. Catra would never hurt Adora. But that was the dark pit of a panic attack: Catra would lash out into the darkness of her nightmares, screaming and crying and hurting, while oily guilt seized her heart and lungs. She had warned Adora not to get too close. She did, she really did! But Adora, stupid, lovable Adora, had tried to hug her anyway. 

And now she paid the price for loving Catra.

"Ca-cat—" Adora’s trembling lips filled with blood, and she coughed, one arm trembling while she reached for Catra.

"Don’t talk, dummy," Catra said between tears. "Help will be here soon."

"Ca-Catra," Adora managed, her pearly teeth pink with blood. "O-kay." Catra’s tears came back at Adora’s face, which was contorted in pain and pity. "It’s-it’s o-kay." Leave it to Adora to comfort Catra as she bled to death.

She wanted to hold Adora’s hand while they waited, but she felt like she didn’t deserve it.

[tickly-trashcan]

Don’t Move {Catradora}

“Catra, don’t move!”

“It huuuurts!”

Adora huffed impatiently as Catra hissed at her, whining as she tried to comb her stubborn hair. She shrieked when Adora got caught on a knot, tugging her head away. “I’m done!”

Adora grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back. “Just give me one more minute. I’ll try something.”

Catra was about to argue, but Adora rubbed her shoulder gently, making Catra soften. She started to comb her hair again, working slowly as she rubbed Catra’s shoulder and back. 

A low purring noise filled the room and Adora smiled as she combed. The purrs slowly transitioned into giggles as Adora lightly rubbed near Catra’s neck.

“What’s so funny?”

“Mm? Tickles…”

Adora chuckled. She finally combed out the last knot and Catra stretched, exhaling in relief as she looked back at Adora. “Thanks… Oh.”

Adora tilted her head. “What’s up?”

“You stopped.”

Adora could barely hold back a goofy grin as she walked over to Catra, putting her hands back on her shoulders. Catra softened again and as Adora rubbed her gently, more purrs resounded.

Adora lightly tickled her neck and Catra squirmed, giggling as she purred. Adora tutted when Catra wiggled away. “Don’t move, or else I can’t do this for you.”

Catra tried her best to sit still, but she continued to giggle and squirm as Adora lightly traced down her back, scratching a bit here and there. Her touches were mostly light and tickly, making Catra wiggle.

“Don’t move~,” Adora sang, pulling Catra back into her lap as she rubbed her belly lightly, skittering her nails across it with her other hand. Catra squealed and curled up, leaning against Adora and giggling.

“Thahahat’s not fair!” Catra whined, but Adora raised an eyebrow.

“But you’re still purring,” She teased, tweaking Catra’s hip. “So you must be enjoying it.”

Catra’s purrs betrayed her as Adora tickled her gently and soothingly. It was rather enjoyable, being in her arms as she was practically pampered. Catra leaned her head against Adora and resigned herself to laugh and purr. She could easily get used to this.

[at-lilbot]

Honestly catradora has been quiet these days i need ANGST with a SOFT ENDING

Read on AO3:

Title: these small nights

Rating: T

Summary: On sleepless nights Adora watches Catra sleep, helpless to comforting her when the nightmares come.

READ BELOW:

Nights always hurt her the most. While other people would find peace underneath the pale moonlight, eyelids closed in soft slumber, Adora lies awake – staring at her lover as her eyebrows twitch and her body writhes beneath the sheets. Catra would always have a tough time sleeping, and whenever Adora asks about it, she would be met by a cold silence. She doesn’t like talking about it, and while Adora knows she can be somewhat oblivious at times, when it comes to Catra she knows all her the same way she knows how to walk, the same way she knows how to breathe. The moment her jaw tenses, and her lips purse, Adora knows something is wrong. Falling asleep is easy, that part she wasn’t worried about, Catra would cuddle close to her body, Adora’s rhythmic breathing lulling her to sleep. The hard part is when she falls deep into her sleep. All Adora can do in these moments is watch, watch as the person she loves the most suffers a quiet pain, an intangible feeling – it paralyses Adora to the core. Sometimes it would get so bad that Catra would start screaming, her voice echoing against the walls, vibrating deep into Adora’s skin. Her arms would flail, sometimes unconsciously hitting Adora. Adora would try to steady her, rubbing circles into her wrist but it is fruitless – Catra would either continue to twist and turn or she would wake up, cold and distant. So Adora watches. Mentally tracing patterns into her freckles, wishing she could soothe the deep lines that plague her soft features. Adora’s heart drops when she hears four simple words come out of her lips. “Adora, don’t leave me.” That’s the first time she has ever spoken in her sleep. The first clue, the first opening into the enigma that is her mind in these deep nights. Tears stream from the creases of Catra’s eyes, trailing waywardly down her cheeks. Adora places her hands on either side of Catra’s face, her thumb beginning to wipe away the hot tears, but Catra continues to struggle beneath her touch, thrashing like a caged cat. “Shhh,” Adora coos, her voice barley above a whisper, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I’m right here.” She reassures with all the love and care she can muster. Catra whimpers at her words, her movement beginning to calm. She turns her head to the side, nuzzling into Adora’s hand, her lips ghosting her palm. Adora presses her hands further into her skin, warm and comforting. “I’m staying Catra. I’m going to stay by your side as long as you want me to.” She says, half to her lover, half to herself. It’s a promise, spoken into the middle of the night but a promise nonetheless. Catra ceases to move, revelling in Adora’s touch, a deep purr emitting from her chest. Pale fingers begin to massage the worry away from her dark brows, soothing her gently. She sighs in her sleep, tears no longer flowing. Adora can feel her heartbeat thrumming in her chest, relief rippling through her skin as she watches a small smile twitch at Catra’s lips. It’s a small thing, faint and barely there, but its enough – its enough for Adora to see her at peace.

[resflower]

Another prompt response!

[vampyan]

☾  ꕀ  𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 & 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

❧ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼

ellie williams ˖  abby anderson

❧ 𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓷𝓸 𝔂𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓪

kyojuro rengoku ˖  obanai iguro ˖  tengen uzui & wives ˖  shinobu kocho ˖  sanemi shinazugawa ˖  shinjuro rengoku ˖  zenitsu agatsuma ˖  inosuke hashibira ˖  tanjiro kamado ˖  genya shinazugawa ˖  muzan kibutsuji ˖  akaza ˖  gyutaro ˖  gyokko ˖  hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred)

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖  lae’zel ˖  minthara

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖  silco ˖  sevika

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖  catra ˖  shadow weaver / light spinner ˖  adora

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

john doe / joker ˖  edward nygma / riddler ˖  harvey dent / two-face ˖  harley quinn

❧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

goku ˖  vegeta ˖  broly (dbs only) ˖  frieza ˖  frost ˖  beerus ˖  android 17 ˖  android 18 ˖  zamasu ˖  goku black ˖  jiren

❧ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

mizu (blue eye samurai) ˖  sidon (loz botw & totk) ˖  john doe (visual novel) ˖  victor van dort (corpse bride)

❧ 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

coming soon!

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✓ fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

✓ dom!reader x sub!yandere!character (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

✓ fem or afab!reader for nsfw. fem or gender-neutral!reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader bc i will usually default to fem)

✓ non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

✓ polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, ellie x reader x dina, uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

✓ a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

✓ monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: werewolf!ellie, cryptid!kyojuro, eldritch horror!yandere)

✓ kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✘ sub!reader x dom!character

✘ male or amab!readers.

✘ kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

✘ forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[xjulixred45x]

HADES 1/2

English:

Platonic Yandere Zagreus+ Reader x son! reader

Zagreus x Leuce! reader

Zagreus x Albino! Mortal!Reader

Achilles, Patrochlo and Penthesilea?

ThanZag is the Catradora done RIGHT

Their mortal lover is to be sacrifice to the gods(Meg, Zag, Than)

Thanatos and Mortal Reader Angst

Dead Royalty AU

Concept of the AU

Asks: rant about Hades Bad parenting

Asks:How's Zagreus relationship with the Gods in this AU?

Asks:How would be Zagreus with his own Consort of the Underworld? He would want heirs?

Dead Royalty Drabble : Only me...(Zagreus P.O.V)

What about Melinoe in this AU?

Necromancer in DR

Yandere Alphabet: Dead Royalty Zagreus

Theseus(+ Asterius obvi) with Son! Reader

^^Artemis with Hippolytus reader

Español:

Yandere Platónico Zagreus + Lectora x Hijo! Lector

Zagreus x Leuce! Lectora

Zagreus x Lectora! Mortal! Albina

Pentesilea en HADES

el ThanZag es el Catradora bien hecho

Su amante humano está apunto de ser sacrificicado a los dioses(Meg, Zag,Than)

Thanatos y lectora mortal (dolor)

Dead Royalty AU

Sinopsis del AU

Pregunta: rant sobre la mala crianza de Hades

Pregunta:¿Cómo es la relación de los dioses con Zagreus en este AU?

Pregunta:¿Cómo sería Zagreus con una pareja en este AU?¿Querría herederos?

Dead Royalty Drabble: solo yo...

¿Y Melinoe en este AU?

Necromanta en DR

Teseo y Asterius con hijo!lector

^^Artemisa con Hippolito lector

[robots-n-sweet-tea]

After the War

This is a short drabble thing I wrote for two of my OCs, Arson and Nightlight. I think they deserved better; both of them. Anyway, here's the piece inspired by the song After the War by Reinaeiry (yes I know it's a She-Ra Catradora song now shhh.)

“‘This is a letter’...does that sound too cheesy, Nightlight?”

“Arson, things are allowed to be cheesy.” They both chuckled a bit. “It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be from the spark.”

“Mhm. Whatever you say, Doc.” This is how the session started out; writing letters to their past selves. Therapy with Arson was always an interesting case, seeing as how she was a “strong and tough mech” according to most. Nightlight participated in writing with her because she didn't want her conjunx to feel left out. “Have you figured out how you want to start yours?” Arson continued.

“I think I like ‘To the femme I was before.’ How does that sound?”

“Cheesy as scrap.” That one earned a greater laugh from the two. “‘...Things will get better...you'll be safe in a place you matter…’” she mumbled to herself, but it was loud enough for Nightlight to hear. “‘I know how it feels right now, but you'll make it through somehow.’”

“Y'know, you're pretty good at this,” the therapist smiled.

“You really think so?”

“I know so. Keep going. I like hearing you talk.”

“Haha, alright…’I know you're misunderstood, but do what's right and do what's good.’ And that's all I got right now.”

“It sounded lovely.”

“The poem or my voice?” Arson teased. Nightlight just rolled her optics playfully. “What did you write?”

“Oh let's see…’To the femme I was before: You'll find that destiny. It's not set in stone, it's yours to own,’” she started, “‘I know how it feels right now, but you'll make it through somehow. Learn to take and not just give; the life you have, it's yours to live.’”

“Wow, sweetspark, that's... Have you thought about publishing your poem somewhere?”

“It's only one poem, who'd want to read it?”

“I'd read it a thousand times if it meant you'd stay beside me.”

[evelhak]

Hello! I've attempted to organise the most relevant (and some funny) content here.

Also, I'm taking art requests and drabble requests.

KnB

AO3 fics

One shot: Extra/Last Game missing scene

One shot: Kuroko Tetsuya, Unabridged

One shot: Ripples (KagaKuro)

One shot: Inevitable World (KagaKuro)

One shot: Push and pull, back and forth (AoMomo)

Comic: Love Bumps/Kuroko's Fairytale (KagaKuro) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Drabbles: Shiro, the Cat | Boy Meets Bees | When the Lights Go Out

fan art

fake chats

taiga chocolate

knb drinks

japanese munch time rush

knb and fandom being tone-deaf

Incorrect quotes: Kagami Aomine Kuroko Himuro Seirin

on writing fanfiction

SPOP

fan comics

barbie princess and the pauper au part 1 part 2

spop asks answered

comic commentary

my perfuma friend

bfs in my clothes part 1 part 2

catradora amv

catradora in the woods

misty date night

Sherlock Holmes

the abominable ace

scandal in bohemia

Original art

butterflies

distortion

the singer

the lakemaid

bed head

girlfriends chilling

a flutist

girl on a mountain

village boy

tired

christmas ballet

character sketches

the trio

flower fairy

dancing

My Books

For now my books are in Finnish but I talk about them here in English in the hopes of getting them translated one day!

Unitytöt (Dream girls) - a sapphic dream world fantasy

Kaapin nurkista (From the Corners of the Closet) - a heavily asexual and aromantic high school drama

Rummuttaja (Drummer) - a high fantasy about a mythical music school

Other

my first book deal

chronic illness comics

[favvnsongs]

Could you drop a link for the catradora warcrime space opera fic?? 👀👀

Lmao it doesn't actually exist in fic form, more rather as a thing I lowkey dm drabble with mutuals bc it is #problematique and #icky, but I'll put the fic tag down below for you if you wanna browse it ♡•`

(having said that if we're mutuals and you wanna hear me word vomit about the yucky warcrime au, you can always drop in the dms ♡•°`)

[salineas-sea-gate]

A finger leisurely stroked her ear. Descending lower, Adora found the patch of sensitive skin nearest to Catra’s head. Try as she might, Catra couldn’t fight the deep purr that escaped her throat, caused only ever, by Adora herself.

The scratches didn’t stop there, however. They continued down Catra’s neck and beneath her jaw. She found herself instinctively curling forward into Adora’s hands. Her whole body moved with the sensations coursing through her fur. Her reactions were primal; necessary. Each time Adora’s nail met her scalp, Catra felt her claws extend further past their finger tip.

It was then for which Catra realized just how long she’d neglected the feline part of her.

Instead of feeling the relief she should have, Catra pulled herself away. She sat up on all fours, drawing her knees tight against her chest.

“Adora, stop,” she scolded, batting away the hand that tried to follow her.

“Did- did I do something wrong?” Adora’s head tilted to the side. She buried her scorned hand in her lap in an attempt to hide her guilt.

“No, you idiot... You didn’t anything wrong,” her mismatched eyes drew away from Adora’s fixed stare.

“What is it, then?” she lowered her hands to the bed. Adora slowly crawled closer to Catra, mindful to leave space between them.

“I like it- you petting me or whatever,” Catra flippantly stated.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

Catra didn’t reply. She was surprised by the intense anger Adora’s question caused her to feel. It had her hands balling into fists, and her ears flattening against her head.

“It would be- if I deserved it...”

Hearing her response, Adora’s breathing stalled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means, Adora. I don’t deserve to feel like this- not yet, anyway...”

Blue eyes widened and Adora came closer still, “I don’t believe that for a second. I’m here with you now, aren’t I? Why don’t I get a say in what you do and don’t deserve?”

Catra scoffed, “You’re too nice to decide what I deserve. Besides, I shouldn’t allow myself to have something that could have solved the majority of my problems years ago...”

Her brows lowered. Adora shook her head, “I don’t understand- allowed yourself what?”

The response didn’t come easily. Catra worked to refrain from saying anything at all, but Adora wouldn’t let it go. When she tried to stand, Adora pulled her back down. With two hands braced around her forearm, Catra couldn’t bring herself to leave. She might not have deserved Adora’s touch, but rejecting Adora, the person, was much harder now.

Deciding against her escape, Catra settled back on the bed. She allowed Adora’s hand to slide down the length of her arm, and intertwine their fingers together.

“Tell me,” Adora proded.

Catra shook her head, “It’s embarrassing...”

“I don’t care if it’s embarrassing! It’s just us here. Who’s going to know if we don’t tell them ourselves?”

Adora’s soft tone had Catra feeling itchy. She bruised her cheek into her shoulder as she turned from Adora’s stare. “I need it, okay? I need to be touched. I didn’t realize, now I do; and the anger, the frustration- all of it would have gone away if I just let you in sooner...”

She could have put up a good rant for her. Adora had the best argument planned for just the occasion, but she said nothing instead. This moment between them didn't call for words; it required action. Catra needed something basic; a basic need, and one she'd been neglecting herself of for far too long.

As Adora reached out her hand, Catra flinched. Her face buried between her knees in avoidance. Upon being touched, the hiss that pulled between her teeth startled them both. Adora’s hand stilled, and Catra’s back went rigid.

“Trust me, okay?” Adora pleaded softly.

Without a second thought, she stroked her hand across the top of Catra’s head. She let it fall down her neck and along her spine. Catra’s own body betrayed her then. She was at risk of tipping over as Adora’s hand continued against her sides.

“Adora, please stop,” Catra whimpered, but this time, she didn’t pull away .

And Adora didn’t stop. She took it as a sign, continuing upward until her nails raked into the soft fur at the base of Catra’s ear.

A long purr erupted from her chest. Catra’s pupils blew wide as her eyes rose to attention. She brought her head closer to Adora’s lap, and settled with an ear against Adora’s thigh.

“You deserve this,” Adora whispered. “-not because I say so, but because I deserve this, too.”

At that, Catra gave in entirely. Her body fell limp after curling into Adora’s waist. For as long as the scratches continued, Catra remained alert. Her skin rumbled with a sound of contentment she’d only ever known to be caused by Adora, herself.

[plotbunnyslayer]

An Inherited Phobia

A 100 Word Catradora Drabble

“Mama? Mommy?” Adora’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of Finn’s tear strained voice.  The toddler was standing by the bed, their stuffed dragon tucked under an arm. “What’s wrong?” “Mouses,” Finn replied.  “Sleep wit’ Mommy an’ Mama.” Adora felt Catra tighten her arm around her and nuzzle the back of her neck sleepily. “Nightmare?” “Mmhmm,” she replied. “Told’ya.” “Stuart Little is a perfectly appropriate film.”  She pushed against her.  “Budge up.” Catra rolled onto her back as Adora lifted Finn between them, groaning as their toddler lay sprawled across her chest. “With a mouse…a talking mouse.” “Catra!” “Just saying.

[dammithawke]

catradora + waking up together for the drabble thing!

[let me know what you think over on Ao3]

Adora did not sleep in. It just didn't happen. 

Usually, mornings meant getting up before dawn and going for a jog with Bow and Swiftwind. They liked making it to the hills that crested the outskirts of Brightmoon just before the sun started beating down on them. Sometimes, she and Bow would break off to spar for a bit with some of the guards while Swifty flew a few laps around the castle.

It was a good workout.

They would meet up with Glimmer for breakfast after that to catch up on which troops came back from scouting missions, or what they might expect from the Horde's next attack. 

But that was weeks ago.

Even on their way to and from rescuing Catra and Glimmer from Horde prime, Adora got up before anyone else and set about doing pushups and crunches in the small room that served as her bunk on the ship, or set about reorganizing supplies she had already combed through dozens of times. Sleeping in just never happened for her.

But that was last week.

Yesterday, the world almost ended. 

Yesterday, she almost died. 

Yesterday, she saved the universe.

Yesterday…

Her eyes opened slowly, the soft feel of someone else's breath tickling her neck. It was brighter than she would have expected, the sun streaming through her window at a much higher angle than she was used to. She shifted to cover her eyes with her hand, only to feel someone else's arms reaching out to hook around her own and pull her closer.

Catra.

Adora's eyes fluttered open to find the Catra curled up facing her, her head tucked under Adora's chin. Her breath caught. She did her best not to move.

She felt the ever-present tension in her shoulders ease.

Relax. 

Adora buried her face in Catra's hair, breathing in her scent. She smelled like the shampoo Glimmer had given Adora a month ago.

Last night had been… gentle. There were celebrations and food. There had been jovial music and dancing. Adora and Catra had excused themselves from it all pretty early, pilfering some food to bring back to Adora's room. They'd taken turns bathing, washing away the remnants of the day's trauma. Then, they just talked. They teased. They sat criss-cross on Adora's bed, knees touching, as Melog sprawled across both of their laps. When they were tired, they laid down and held each other close, sharing soft kisses every time their eyes met until they couldn't keep them open any longer.

It was real. It was all real. They had finally won. They finally had each other.

Today, this morning, Adora lay there for what seemed like forever, letting peace wash over her for the first time in-- well, ever. She didn't dare move at all until, a while later, she felt a low purr coming from Catra. Soon after, the comforting sound was mirrored by Melog, who was curled up cozily at their feet.

Adora kissed the top of Catra's head, earning a slight twitch from one of her ears. Warmth spread through Adora's heart. Gently, she untangled one of her arms from Catra's grasp, moving it up to run her fingers through Catra's short hair. Catra’s purr got louder as she nuzzled into Adora’s hand. A grin tool over Adora’s face.

When she finally shifted, pulling away a bit, Catra’s voice hissed out quietly. “If you even think about getting up right now, I will pee on everything you love.”

Adora could only snort. “Threats already? And I haven’t even had breakfast, yet.” She reached beside the bed, pulling up an extra blanket to cover them both. Somehow, in the middle of the night, Melog had managed to steal the one they had been using and burrowed into it, leaving only the girls’ feet covered. Adora pressed a kiss to Catra’s forehead and settled back in, wrapping her arms tightly around her.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Tickletober 2022 Masterlist!

Here’s the collection of the 2022 Tickletober drabbles I wrote!! Enjoy!

Day 1: Anticipation - EiMiko

Day 2: Drawn On - Yusuke and Akira

Day 3: Shriek - Cresswell

Day 4: Reward - LilacCream

Day 5: Punishment - Tanjiro and Rengoku

Day 6: Cuddles - XiaoVen

Day 7: Massage - ChiLi

Day 8: Death Spot - Akihito and Mirai

Day 9: Trapped - Zelda and Link

Day 10: Ticklish Kiss - Beigguang

Day 11: Competition - Achilles and Patroclus

Day 12: Surprise - Poison Mushroom and Licorice

Day 13: Blush - Kyohru

Day 14: Tracing - Kaider

Day 15: Games - Nick and Charlie

Day 16: New Discovery - Wizard and Gingerbrave

Day 17: Trick-or-Treat

Day 18: Chase - Bennett, Fischl, Klee

Day 19: Revenge - ShinoGiyuu

Day 20: Counting - Soul and Maka

Day 21: Wake Up - Thoma and Ayato

Day 22: Monster - The Forgers

Day 23: Spidering - Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail

Day 24: Don’t Move - Catradora

Day 25: Teasing - ZeLink

Day 26: Favorite Spot - XiaoVen

Day 27: Hiding - Obanai, Mitsuri, and Kaburamaru

Day 28: Distraction - OCs

Day 29: Ghost Tickles - OCs

Day 30: Flinch - Viktor and Heimerdinger

Day 31: Aftercare - Shin Soukoku

(I used @/august-anon’s Tickletober prompt list for this year!!! You can check it out here!)

[ravensandthingsx]

One Good Thing

Pairing: Catra x Adora

Summary: Catradora drabble about the moment Catra sacrifices herself to send Glimmer away.

A/N: I’m still not over this scene so here’s what I think was going through Catra’s head while this is happening

“I’m sorry!”

The words clawed their way out of her throat, more of a shriek than anything else. A final, desperate statement she had to say, had to say now, because she’d never get the chance to say them again. To make sure Adora knew this wasn’t how she’d wanted things to happen. To end.

“For everything!”

Hands pulled at her arms and legs, trying to tear her away from the controls. To tear her away from Adora. From doing that right thing for once in her life. From saving her. Because if there was one thing Catra was going to do right, it was making sure Adora was safe.

With a growl she yanked her arm out of the clones’ grip and thrust it towards the control panel, sliding her hand up the ignition.

A fist crashed into her face, and suddenly she was being shoved down, cold metal biting into the exposed parts of her skin. Distantly she heard her name, muffled, faint, as hands and arms struggled against her to keep her down. To keep her subdued.

Her name came again, and Catra forced her head up.

Glimmer, hands pressed against the barrier as a rainbow of lights flashed around her, was searching the tangled mass of clones on top of her, trying to find her. She watched as the lights began to meld with her skin, making her disappear into whatever it was that allowed her to be transported away from her. Transported to Adora. Adora, who would no longer have a reason to come here once Glimmer was faraway.

The thought hurt more than any of the bruises forming on her skin.

A blinding flash of light filled the room, and Glimmer was gone.

Then there were clones, shoving her, grabbing her, suffocating her. They were everywhere, an immovable force that she couldn’t claw through even if she tried. She could do nothing but writhe and buck to avoid the inevitable.

This was it. The end. She could feel it. They’d drag her before Horde Prime, and he’d kill her.

She expected fear. The same fear and adrenaline that had filled her when she faced Shadow Weaver, and Hordak. The kind of fear that screamed at her to fight, to kill, to live. The fear that had kept her alive her entire life.

It didn’t come.

As the clones tightened their grip on her arms and shoulders and shoved her to her feet, there was only this numbing wash of calm. An endless sensation that started in her chest and spread to the tips of her ears and the pads of her feet, whispering that it was okay. Whispering a single, blinding thought: She’d done it, she’d made sure Adora was safe.

If this was her end, so be it.

Knowing Adora was safe – It was enough. It had always been enough.

Tipping her chin up one last time, Catra marched towards her end.