#catra x reader

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Ayanna's Lowest Moment vs Her Highest

My oc/self-insert, Ayanna, goes through a lot in her story, but with Catra's guidance and support, she starts learning how to bite back!

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You all know how I feel about Catra. I love her an unhealthy amount lol, but one day I wondered, "Middle aged Catra??? 🥹💞" and we got this! I think she came out as beautiful as ever!

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It's Finally Time!

Commissions are finally open! Opening comissions has been a dream of mind for so long now and I'm finally doing it now! I'm so excited to get creating for you all and sharing in your daydreams and stories with you all!

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"You make me feel like it's okay to laugh again..." "That's because it is, princess. It's okay."

Here's an old sketch I had originally made just for me but abandoned it. This piece is supposed to be of Catra and Ayanna at princess prom!

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"I didn't say you could..." "You also didn't say I couldn't~"

MEET AYANNA!: Ayanna is my canon self-insert in my Catra x si fic. She's got a pretty heavy story about healing, finding herself, and accepting the parts of herself that were deemed undesirable to others. With Catra by her side she progressively grows stronger until she's not only able to face her own demons, but inspires Catra to face her own as well.

[nickeverdeen]

Beyond Repair | Catra x fem!reader

Pairings: Chipped Catra x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Angst, No happy ending

Warnings: Mind Control, Death, Physical Fighting, Injury, Mention of Blood

Summary: When you went to save Catra from Prime things took a bad turn when instead of being able to resist Prime’s mind control she became his puppet, but you didn’t give up on her and that might have been your biggest mistake.

Ps: Cried while writing the ending-

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Everything had gone wrong.

You had fought your way through Horde Prime’s ship, heart pounding in your chest, each step bringing you closer to the main room where you knew she was. Catra. The woman you loved.

The moment you saw her, relief should have flooded through you. But instead, dread curled in your stomach like ice.

She wasn’t her.

Her bright eyes, once so full of fire, were empty. Glowing. Cold.

Horde Prime’s voice spoke through her, hollow and unfamiliar. “Ah. Another rebel come to save their precious love.”

Your grip tightened on your weapon. “Catra….”

She didn’t react to her name.

And then she attacked.

You barely had time to dodge, twisting away as her claws slashed through the air. You had sparred with her a thousand times before, knew how she moved, how she fought—but this was different. There was no hesitation, no teasing smirk or sharp remark. Just ruthless, unrelenting force.

You tried to block, tried to talk, but she gave you no room to breathe. Every time you stepped back, she was there, pressing forward, striking with a precision that was too calculated, too controlled.

“Fight back,” she taunted through her.

You wouldn’t.

You couldn’t hurt her.

So you defended. You ducked and dodged and called out her name between desperate breaths. “Catra, please! It’s me—please stop”

For a second—just a second—her movements faltered.

And in that moment, you thought—maybe. Maybe you could reach her, maybe she could fight it, maybe—

But then she lunged again, and you barely twisted in time to avoid her claws ripping through your side. You gasped, stumbling, feeling blood seep through your uniform.

She was fast. Too fast.

And then—

The floor disappeared beneath her.

You barely had time to register the sharp edge of the platform crumbling away as Catra went over the side.

Instinct took over. You reached for her.

But she reached for you too—

And she dragged you down with her.

The last thing you saw was her glowing eyes.

The last thing you felt was the weightlessness of falling.

And then—

Nothing.

When Catra woke up, she was on the floor.

Her head pounded. Her limbs felt wrong.

She groaned, blinking slowly, trying to shake off the fog clouding her mind. Everything was hazy, fragmented—like a dream she couldn’t quite piece together.

And then she saw it.

The broken platform.

The blood.

And the body lying still at the bottom.

Something in her chest cracked.

She didn’t even realize she was moving until she was already scrambling forward, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. “No—”

Her hands were shaking as she reached you.

You didn’t move.

“C’mon,” she rasped, voice hoarse. “You’re fine. You always—” Her claws dug into your shoulders as she shook you. “You always come back, you always—”

Nothing.

She froze, breath catching in her throat.

And then the memories slammed into her like a tidal wave.

The fight. The fall. The cold, distant voice that had not been hers, using her body like a puppet.

She had done this.

She had killed you.

A ragged, broken noise tore from her throat, and she curled over your still form, fists clenching in your uniform.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to rip herself apart.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she just stayed there, holding you, pressing her forehead to your cooling skin, feeling something inside her shatter beyond repair.

Because you were gone.

And no matter how many times she called your name—

You weren’t coming back.

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Get Some Rest, Dummy | Catra x fem!reader

Pairings: Catra x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Comfort

Warnings: Overworking

Summary: After coming back from Crimson Waste Catra expected things to be just like she left them back in the Horde. And they were, but when she sees you after coming back all overoworked and covering her work, pitty grows onto her and she decides to help you get proper rest.

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Catra hadn’t expected things to feel different when she got back from the Crimson Waste.

She had left, she had come back, and everything should’ve been the same. The Horde still ran as usual. Hordak was still a grumpy control freak. Scorpia was still… well, Scorpia. And you—

Catra’s eyes landed on you the second she walked into the office room.

You were slumped over in a chair, reports scattered all around you, a few still clutched loosely in your hands. Your head was tilted to the side, resting on your shoulder, your breathing slow and even.

Fast asleep.

Catra blinked.

She took a step closer, eyes scanning the mess of papers on the desk. The reports weren’t just yours—they were hers, too. Some of them even had her name stamped on them.

Her ears twitched.

You had been working double.

Catra frowned, tail flicking behind her. She had been gone for what—two weeks? Three? Long enough that Hordak had probably dumped all of her responsibilities onto someone else. And, of course, that someone had been you.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair before stepping closer. “Hey,” she muttered, reaching out to nudge your shoulder.

You stirred, mumbling something incoherent but otherwise didn’t wake up.

Catra rolled her eyes. “Figures.”

She nudged you again—slightly harder this time. “C’mon, you can’t sleep like this.”

You shifted, a small, barely audible grumble slipping from your lips, but still, you didn’t wake.

Catra sighed again, this time deeper, before putting her hands on her hips. “Unbelievable,” she muttered.

And then, before she could talk herself out of it, she stepped forward and scooped you up.

You barely reacted, only curling instinctively into her warmth as she adjusted her grip. You weren’t heavy—not to her, at least—but she still huffed a little as she carried you toward your bed.

“You better appreciate this,” she muttered under her breath, gently laying you down.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you let out a soft, contented sigh, your eyes fluttering just slightly open.

Catra crouched down beside you, raising an eyebrow as you blinked blearily at her.

For a second, you just stared, eyes heavy with sleep, before a small, tired smile tugged at your lips. “You’re back,” you mumbled.

Catra rolled her eyes. “Yeah, genius. Took you long enough to notice.”

You hummed, attempting to sit up—but Catra was quicker.

With a small grumble, she placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you back down. “Don’t even think about it.”

You blinked again, confused, but Catra just shook her head. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone. Just—” she exhaled, ears twitching slightly, “—just get some damn rest, okay?”

You stared at her for a moment longer, like you were trying to process the words through your sleep-addled brain, before finally sighing and sinking back into the pillow.

Catra huffed, smirking a little. “Good girl.”

You grumbled something about her being annoying, but it lacked any real bite.

Catra watched as your breathing slowed again, your body relaxing, exhaustion pulling you back under.

She stayed there for a few seconds longer, just watching, before finally standing and stretching.

“Next time, don’t overwork yourself,” she muttered.

But you were already asleep.

[nickeverdeen]

Not Wrong | Catra x sister!reader

Pairings: Catra x reader (sisters)

Type of fic: Comfort

Warnings: Confusion about love

Summary: The Horde doesn’t really teach anything about love and so when you happen to kiss someone (not named) you get rightfully shaken up for it and go to Catra for answers.

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The Rebellion base was quieter at night, but Catra had never been great at sleeping. Even now, days after she and her sister had left the Horde behind, she found herself staring at the ceiling of her room, listening to the distant hum of the ship. It was strange, being here—free in a way she had never been before—but also untethered.

She was used to noise. The constant drills, the sharp bark of orders, the feeling of always having to be ready for a fight. The quiet felt unnatural.

That was why she was still awake when the knock came.

It was quiet, hesitant. That alone was enough to make Catra sit up. No one knocked like that—not on her door, not unless something was wrong.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, padding over to the door. When it slid open, she was met with the sight of you standing there, arms wrapped around yourself, looking about as unsettled as she’d ever seen you.

Catra frowned. “What the hell happened to you?”

You didn’t answer right away, just hesitated before stepping inside. Catra let you, watching as you shifted awkwardly, your fingers twitching at your sides like you didn’t know what to do with them.

Now she was worried. You weren’t like this. You were the one who kept her steady when she lost her head, the one who always had something sharp to say when things got tense. Seeing you like this—quiet, shaken—was more unsettling than any nightmare she’d woken up from.

Catra crossed her arms, trying to sound casual. “Alright, out with it. What happened? Did someone say something to you?”

You shook your head but didn’t meet her eyes. Instead, you hesitated for another second before sitting down on the edge of her bed, staring at your hands.

Catra waited.

And then, finally, you spoke—so quiet she barely caught it.

“I kissed a girl.”

For a second, Catra thought she misheard. Then she blinked. “Okay…?”

You didn’t say anything else, just kept staring at your hands, tense as if waiting for something—maybe a reaction, maybe judgment.

It took her a second, but then it clicked.

Oh.

The Horde had never exactly encouraged relationships. Catra had never thought about it much before, but now that she did… yeah. Growing up, everything had been about survival, about climbing ranks, about proving yourself. There had never been room for softness, for love, for any of that.

And if there was never room for it, no one ever talked about it. No one ever said it was okay.

So maybe, in that quiet way she hadn’t noticed before, you’d been left thinking it wasn’t.

Catra sighed, running a hand through her hair before flopping down beside you on the bed. “You realize that’s not a problem, right?”

You didn’t answer.

Catra frowned, resting her arms on her knees. “Look, I don’t know where you got the idea that this is something to freak out over, but it’s not. You like girls. So what? People like who they like.”

You shifted, your voice quieter now. “I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Catra snorted. “You don’t have to do anything. It’s not some big deal.” She hesitated before adding, a little softer, “Unless you want it to be.”

That made you glance up, finally meeting her eyes. Catra rolled her shoulders, feeling uncharacteristically awkward. “I mean, do you like her?”

Your lips parted slightly like the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. Then you swallowed. “I… think so?”

Catra sighed, leaning back on her hands. “Well, there you go. If you like her, you figure it out. If you don’t, then it’s not a big deal. Either way, it’s not wrong.”

You exhaled, the tension in your shoulders easing just slightly.

Catra nudged you lightly with her elbow. “And if anyone says otherwise, tell me. I’ll take care of it.”

That earned her a small, tired smile. “You always want to fight people.”

Catra smirked. “Yeah, well, old habits die hard.”

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the quiet no longer as heavy as before. Eventually, Catra stood, stretching. “You staying here for the night or what?”

You hesitated, then nodded.

Catra didn’t say anything else, just grabbed an extra blanket and tossed it at you before flopping onto her bed. You caught it with a small huff but didn’t argue, wrapping it around yourself as you sat back down.

Catra turned on her side, her tail flicking lazily behind her. “Get some sleep. You’ll feel less weird about it in the morning.”

You hummed, lying down as well.

And as the quiet settled over you both, Catra let herself relax, knowing that—at least for tonight—you were okay.