#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

[100wordsfor100days]

day 4: sharp teeth

Catra always liked biting. As children, it was usually in fights, and later on, during the war, she had to bite her own arm in the dark emptiness of her room, all alone, but now her favourite thing to chew on was any piece of Adora she could reach, regardless of where they were. Sometimes she just nibbled at her hand, without even noticing that she was doing anything at all, but other times she clamped her jaw down until blood filled her mouth. Adora found it weird at first, but it made Catra happy, so she was happy too.

[etherian-affairs]

Catradora hurt/comfort?

Response to a four year old drabble prompt below.

Catra stumbles out of bed, sweat matting her fur. Her breath comes out in rapid panting as she sturggles to keep relatively quiet. Adora is asleep still and she doesn't want to burden her with this. She doesn't want to show how weak she still is. For all the growth she's been through, the lessons learned through the fight with Prime, she still suffers that core of fear about showing weakness.

Adora would never use it against her, would never try to control her with her fear and weakness. Catra knows this, her mind screams at her that she knows it.

Yet she falls against the wall in the corner of the room, hands coming up to cover her head as she just tries to breathe. The dreams are so real sometimes, too real. Catra can feel her Brother, Prime, caressing her. Physically and mentally. Dominating her so utterly, using her like a puppet. It takes all her will to not wake up screaming. Every single inch of her body feels constantly violated. Every moment of every day she knows he has been there, and in her dreams it's only worse. Reliving it all again and again.

"Catra?"

The feline curses and curls up further for a moment, trying to choke back her silent crying. Adora is shifting in bed, sitting up.

"Catra are you okay?" Adora asks softly.

"I'm fine." She hisses back quickly. Far too quickly, immediately she knows that it gives away the fact she very much isn't fine. Sure enough Adora is immediately climbing out of bed and striding across the room to Catra. "I said I'm fine Adora!" Catra almost shouts despite herself. It only makes her feel worse, why can't she just be calm? Why is she like this?

Adora ignores her snapping and kneels down before her. "Hey." she whispers. "I'm here Catra."

Catra glances up, focusing on Adora's face. The blonde's expression is soft and concerned. Loving. It invites honesty.

"Dream." is all Catra says. Quiet, almost a mumble. She curls in again, looking down. That's enough, this isn't the first of these dreams she's had. It's no the first night like this. Not by a long shot. Prime is only the latest demon that haunts her nightmares.

Adora doesn't reply verbally to that admission. Instead arms wrap around Catra, holding her. For the briefest moment Catra tenses further in instinct. Yet this isn't the touch of Prime or any of her other personal horrors. It's strong yet gentle. It's loving and warm. A moment after that tensing she starts to relax into it. Her body loosens and nearly goes limp. Catra begins to cry more openly. No loud sobs, just the slight heaving of her chest and warm tears flowing from her eyes. Her head rests and buries against Adora, crying against her.

"I'd kill him a second time if I could." Adora says quietly. That makes Catra choke out a small laugh. Exactly the sort of declaration that Adora knows Catra would laugh at. It's almost unacceptable that her girlfriend can make her laugh while crying like this.

"A big softy like you? I dunno." Catra replies.

"Hey. I did it once isn't that proof I could again?" Adora almost sounds insulted. As if being told she doesn't like murder is something she has to defend against. To be fair, Catra thinks to herself for a moment, the way they were both raised it kind of was something you'd defend against.

"Yeah you're right. You'd do it as a mercy kill to stop Entrapta from taking him apart." Catra snarks.

"Oh please. I'd do it for you."

That shuts Catra up. She turns her head to kiss Adora now.

"I hate this. That I'm… like this." Catra whispers.

Adora frowns. "You were hurt, bad, you're just healing."

"I've been healing all my life."

A sigh escapes the blond and she squeezes a bit tighter. "Well… I'm going to make sure you stop having to."

There's silence for a time after that. It's a promise Catra wants to believe, she wants so badly to believe it. It's hard though. It is so hard. Every time she's ever felt like she was safe it has been taken from her, so why wouldn't this be too?

Because her girlfriend killed god, that's a pretty good argument to believe it. Catra can't help but snark in her own mind at herself about that. Why can't she believe the girl that literally brought her back to life and killed god? That seems like the one person actually worth trust, honestly.

Catra sighs and bwomps her forehead against Adora.

"Sorry I woke you up."

"Don't. Catra." Adora replies sternly. "You never have to apologize for things like this. I'm here for you. I'm your girlfriend right? We're a team."

Catra smirks a little. "Yeah. You're right. I'll start waking you up more then just cuz."

"Well hey! Wait a moment!"

Again Catra laughs, followed by Adora laughing.

Adora's eyes focus on Catra again. "Ready to come back to bed?"

"Yeah." Catra nods.

[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.

[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

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖  ambessa ˖  sevika

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖  lae’zel ˖  minthara . dame aylin

❧ 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 ˖  muzan kibutsuji ˖  akaza ˖  gyutaro ˖  gyokko

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖  catra ˖  shadow weaver / light spinner ˖  adora ˖  glimmer

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

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

❧ 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, 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.

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

Dead Royalty! Zagreus x Hippolytus! Reader

Dead Royalty! Zagreus x Abused! Reader

Other characters with Abused Reader in Dead Royalty+how Zag rules in the Underworld

Theseus(+ Asterius obvi) with Son! Reader

^^Artemis with Hippolytus reader

Hippolytus relationship with other gods/godesses

Hippolytus cheering for Zag?

Hippolytus fight Style/reaction of Theseus to His son's Victory/defeat

Relationship of the characters with PHRAEDA

Zagreus x Hippolytus Reader: general Headcanons

Zagreus x Hippolytus Reader: victory

Zagreus x Hippolytus Reader Angst: Pains of the past

Neoptolemus Reader and Patrochilles Dads (Plus Zagreus)

Zagreus and Macaria! Reader: Bond by Death

Yandere! Poly ThanZagMeg x Reader

Hermes x Charon and Kid of Hermes! reader: Papá!

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

Dead Royalty! Zagreus x Hipólito lector

Dead Royalty! Zagreus x lector@ abusad@

Otros personajes con lector@ Abusad@/como Zagreus gobierna

Teseo y Asterius con hijo!lector

^^Artemisa con Hippolito lector

Relación de Hipólito con los dioses

Relación con PHRAEDA

Hipólito animando a Zag?

Estilo de pelea de Hipólito/reacción de Teseo a la derrota/victoria de su hijo

Zagreus x Hipólito! Lector: Headcanons generales

Zagreus x Hipólito lector: Victoria!

Zagreus x Hipolito! Lector: Dolor del pasado

Neptolemo!lector y padres Patrochilles (+Zagreus)

Zagreus y Macaria! Lectora: unidos por la muerte

Yandere! Poly ThanZagMeg x Lector

[heathtrash]

tww drabble exchange team! i have here a list of media that i’m very fond of for secret drabble purposes (i.e. any hallowe’en costumes or maybe crossover if you can make it work?? some of these are definitely here for costume purposes only). i realise that not everyone knows all the stuff i’m into and i don’t even talk about all of these on a daily basis. i hope you can find some common ground so we can be unwell about these characters together! you can go with a very subtle reference or like a full-on whatever your brain comes up with, as per my chaos request

you can use these however you wish—individual characters as costumes (or random crossover)—or couples costumes. ship them cross-media if you like??? with media that contains m/f, cross-dressing is very welcome unless stated otherwise (in which case i probably don’t want the male character(s)). anywhere i’ve put a ship name, assume the individual characters are up for grabs too

i’ve probably forgotten something, so if you’re like, “what about _?” send me an anon and i’ll let you know if it’s something i like or don’t mind receiving a reference for!

101 Dalmatians (Cruellanita)

Battlestar Galactica (Starbuck)

Beauty & the Beast (cross-dressed)

Buffy (Buffy/Faith, Willow/Tara)

Carmen Sandiego (series. i love Julia Argent SO much. you have no idea. also Carmen of course. and whatever their ship name is)

Carol (Carol/Therese)

Charmed

Critical Role (Imodna, Vexleth, Beaujester, Beauyasha. no m/f cross-dressing here actually)

The Devil Wears Prada (Mirandy only)

Discworld (any of the witches (main series. I don’t know Tiffany Aching yet) - i don’t ship them but they’re fun. also Susan Sto Helit hhhhhhh)

Doctor Who (except 10th Doctor. Jenny/Vastra, 13/River, 13/Missy)

Downton Abbey (Lady Mary/Baxter my beloved)

Dracula (novel. the ladies. idk. i love vampires)

Dragon Age (only played origins so far but i love Leliana, Morrigan, Wynne)

Enchanted

Frozen (Elsamaren. Elsa & Anna only if they’re not portrayed by a romantic ship)

Gentleman Jack

GLOW (Ruth/Debbie but i love all these gays)

Hacks (Deborah/Ava)

Hades (the game. idk i love Nyx, Artemis, Aphrodite. all of the ladies)

His Dark Materials (Marisa Coulter/Mary Malone only)

Homestuck (if you pick this you’re so cursed (affectionate). Rosemary or any f/f ship. but heck, anything if you’re this committed)

The Incredibles (Edna Mode, Helen Parr)

Jane Austen (any novel)

Jane Eyre

Kim Possible (Kim/Shego)

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Felicia Montague from Father Brown

A League of Their Own (any)

Little Witch Academia (i love Ursula Callistis)

The Locked Tomb (Griddlehark, any)

Lolly Willowes

Maleficent/Briar Rose

The Marvellous Mrs Maisel (Miriam/Susie)

Mary Poppins

Mass Effect (Liara/femshep, Chakwas/femshep, any f/f)

Matilda (Jennifer Honey)

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (Phryne, Mac)

Ms Valerie Frizzle

The Mummy (Evelyn/cross-dressed Jonathan. or better yet, Evelyn/Meela from Returns)

Nintendo (Zelda, Link, Rosalina, Samus, Peach, Daisy)

Orlando (character by Virginia Woolf)

Phantom of the Opera (Christine/cross-dressed Phantom)

Rebecca (Mrs Danvers/Rebecca, Mrs Danvers/narrator)

Ride the musical

Sailor Moon (any f/f but i’m also into the idea of cross-dressed Tuxedo Mask)

Scooby-Doo (Velma/Daphne)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Catradora but any f/f ships)

Star Trek (Kiradax, J7, Jadzia Dax/Lenara Kahn, Christine Chapel/anyone, literally whatever f/f)

Star Wars (movies/series. Dedra Meero/Arihnda Pryce. Padmé Amidala/Satine Kryze. Sabine Wren/Shin Hati. i do not know what happens in the majority of the novels. any other f/f you can imagine or some fun cross-dressing)

Steven Universe (Pearl my beloved. anything f/f but i’m not that interested in Steven or the human characters)

Tangled (Cassunzel)

Ugly Betty (i don’t have any ships idk)

Wednesday and The Addams Family (Wednesday/Enid, Morticia/cross-dressed Gomez)

The Well of Loneliness

The Wheel of Time (Moiraine/Siuan)

Wicked (Gelphie)

The Witcher (Yennaia)

Wuthering Heights

Xena/Gabrielle

non-fandom specific:

any legendary historical ladies (Joan of Arc, Julie d’Aubigny)

any generic costumes that aren’t gross (i.e. poacher/prey animal, ball and chain. basically anything that has you asking if the cishets are okay)

[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.”

[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.”

[sleep-escapes-me]

Things I’ve started writing so far:

5+1 things imogearne

crossover one-shot collection for Imodna feat. Star Wars Hunger Games Final Fantasy Pokémon

Star Wars catradora

Vol 2 of aerti 7 times one-shot collection

Time loop ¿wenclair? May change the ship idk

Beauty and the beast imodna (this will be extensive and proabaly wont really start it hardcore till December or next year)

Liliana is a superhero and villains keep kidnapping her daughter but make it imodna and suuuuper lowkey otohana

Royal marriage of convenience imodna

Immortal witches dianakko

Ahirue post canon oneshot

and a butt ton of 2 word prompt drabbles

I’m not writing this whole month

[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.

[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!”

[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.