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.
