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[chikuto]

I hope your back feels better soon!!

[akechicrimes]

🔥 character designs in the persona series?

persona 4 designs were best; persona 3 designs are a little dated and sometimes suffer from overly simplistic design but persona 5 designs are extremely overproduced and dont make a lot of sense and also favor sexualization over character design. persona 5 designs are like................ really busy on the eyes.................. persona 4 was the golden age

[catradoramma]

Ahhhh sorry another She-Ra prompt but I’ve heard cats are very territorial so... how about Catra getting jealous because someone is flirting with Adora?

Jealousy is Thy Name

“Catra, you have nothing to be jealous about.”

“I am not jealous,” Catra scoffed as she whirled around. 

“Catra,” Adora scoffed lightly, “C’mon, seriously?”

That was, in hindsight, exactly the wrong thing to say.

I hope this is what you folks were looking for (and if not I have another one along this line coming soon). 

Read it on ao3 or down below. 

“We really need this Princess in the Alliance,” Glimmer leaned forward in her chair. “her kingdom is the last one before we have the Fright Zone, and the Horde, completely surrounded. Getting her to join us is crucial for us to make our next move against the Horde.”

“We need to make our move now,” Catra’s ears flicked up and her tail thrashed behind her. “My most recent orders were to scout along the edge of Themarion. He’s planning a huge attack, I can feel it.”

“Not to, like, join a bandwagon or whatever,” Mermista drawled, “But, like, we’re strong now. If we’re gonna make a move, we should make it now, or whatever.”

“If the blockade isn’t strong and we don’t have backup from Princess Ashe, we won’t be strong enough!” Glimmer pressed. “Her stone golems would give us a huge advantage in defence and offence.”

“Stone golems?” Catra mumbled looking at Adora. Adora just shrugged. 

“Glimmer, we’ve tried everything to get Princess Ashe to join us,” Angella sighed, folding her hands in front of her on the table. “I just don’t know what else we can do.”

Glimmer cut her eyes over to Adora, a guilty look on her face. “Well,” Glimmer started, and Adora sunk down in her chair, knowing exactly where this was going and not liking it one bit. 

Last Princess prom was when Adora had met Princess Ashe for the first time. Things started off fine. Princess Ashe introduced herself, they chatted for a bit, Ashe even seemed interested in joining the rebellion. It was when Ashe asked if Adora was seeing anyone when things got extremely awkward. 

“Princess Ashe has a huge crush on Adora and would join if Adora went on a date with her,” Glimmer told the whole table. “Princess Ashe said so at the Princess Prom.”

All eyes turned to Adora, and Adora wanted to melt into the floor. Adora was planning on taking that information to the grave.

“She what?” Bow was the first one to break the silence. 

This caused Catra’s hair to stand on end, making her look like an adorable, angry, little fluff-ball. “No, there’s not way Adora’s going to go on a date with some dumb princess. We’ve gotten this far without Princess Smoke or whatever, I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“It’s Princess Ashe, and we won’t be fine,” Glimmer turned to Adora. “Look, Adora I know it’s super weird, but think of the Alliance. We have to get her support.”

“Um,” Perfuma started, “I don’t really feel awesome about making Adora go on a date with someone just to get them to join the Alliance.”

“I’m with Flowers,” Catra practically hissed. 

“Adora?” Bow cut through the chatter, “How do you feel about this?”

Adora sighed. 

How did she feel about this?

She agreed with Glimmer about needing the Western Cliffs support, but she really didn’t want to go on a date with anyone other than Catra. Especially since their relationship was still so new, and because Catra was working as a double agent, Adora really didn’t see much of her girlfriend to begin with. 

Adora didn’t want to do it. 

But she was the protector of Etheria. She had to protect Etheria at all costs. The Western Cliffs would seal their victory over the Horde and greatly limit loss of life for the rebellion. 

Adora needed to do it. 

Adora sighed again. 

“Can I have the night to think on it?” Adora finally asked and the table erupted in chaos. Catra was sputtering something angry and incoherent, Perfuma was ranting about coercion and consent, Glimmer was shouting about a quick decision, but Adora’s eyes remained on Queen Angella.

Her eyes softened into something sad as she glanced form where Adora sat slumped in her chair miserable, to where Catra stood seething and hurt. 

“We will meet again in the morning,” Queen Angella stood and flared her wings to get the attention of the entire group. “Meeting adjourned.”

— . —

“Catra wait,” Adora called rushing after the other girl. Catra had been the first one out of the room, darting away before anyone could even blink.

“Catra!” Adora called and by some miracle, Catra stopped, but she didn’t turn around. “Catra, you have nothing to be jealous about.”

“I am not jealous,” Catra scoffed as she whirled around. 

“Catra,” Adora scoffed lightly, “C’mon, seriously?”

That was, in hindsight, exactly the wrong thing to say.

“You know what Adora?” Catra hissed, “Fuck you.” Catra took a few steps forward. “I cannot believe you’re even thinking about doing this, Adora!” 

“Catra, I have to,” Adora took a few steps towards Catra. 

“You don’t have to do anything, Adora,” Catra snapped, her ears slicking back against her head. 

“I’m the protector of Etheria. I have to consider all options,” Adora pressed.

“This shouldn’t be an option!” Catra burst out, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. 

“Catra—” Adora started but Catra cut her off.

“I’m not jealous!” 

Adora raised her hands, “I wasn’t going to say that you were.”

“Yes you were,” Catra crossed her arms across her chest. “I’m not jealous, Adora, I just don’t like the idea of my girlfriend going on a date with another woman.”

“Catra, it’s not like I want to go,” Adora was getting angry. Catra wasn’t understanding her. She was just worried about herself and her own feelings. Catra never worried about anyone else; she never saw the bigger picture. “I don’t want to go on a date with anyone but you. But I don’t have that luxury! I’m not the only one in this body anymore!”

“Well tell She-Ra to shove it!” Catra bristled.

“She-Ra doesn’t want to go either,” Adora cried. “I just mean, there’s a bigger picture here, Catra.”

“Right, the bigger picture,” Catra rolled her eyes. 

“The Alliance needs Princess Ashe’s help,” Adora stressed. “This is the only way we’re going to get it.”

“How much of yourself are you going to give to this cause before enough is enough?” Catra hissed, her voice low. 

And that made Adora pause. 

“What do you mean?” Adora could barely breathe. 

“How much are you willing to give?” Catra’s voice was still low.

“Catra,” Adora sighed. “What is this about?”

Catra just looked away, her jaw clenched, blinking fast. 

“Catra,” Adora caught Catra’s hand, “If I go on the date with Princess whoever, I’m not going to leave you. I promised I’d never leave you again, and I won’t break it.”

Catra stared at their clasped hands for a few beats. “What it you go on the date with her and you realize you like her more than me?” Her voice was so soft, so sad, and so hurt that Adora’s heart almost opened up and bled onto the floor right there. 

“Catra,” Adora sighed, taking another step forward and wrapping her palms around each of Catra’s cheeks. “You’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I’d ever want.”

Catra bumped their heads together softly. “How can you be so sure?” 

“Because I love you,” Adora smoothed her thumbs under Catra’s eyes. “I love you so much, Catra, or do you forget the fact that I never gave up on you through the year we were enemies?”

Catra was silent for a few dreadful moments. “You’re really gonna do this, aren’t you?”

Adora wrapped her arms around Catra, pulling them into a proper embrace. “Catra, I don’t really want to,” Adora sighed and scratched behind one of Catra’s ears. “But I think I’m going to have to.”

Catra sighed miserably, “I’m not a fan.”

“I know,” Adora kept up her scratching. 

“No touching her,” Catra mumbled. 

“What?” Adora pulled out of the embrace a little. 

“I can smell it when someone else touches you and if you’re going to do this date, she doesn’t touch you.” Catra keeps her head buried into Adora’s neck as she says this.

“Okay,” Adora smiled. “Completely reasonable terms.”

— . —

The date was extremely awkward, and it had been since the very beginning when Princess Ashe had gone in for a hug and Adora completely dodged it with barely an explanation. Now, they were seated on opposite sides of a table in the castle in the Western Cliffs, and Adora was desperate trying to get through this meal on good enough terms so that the other princess would join the alliance. 

Adora was very close to saying screw it all, and leaving, but she’d made a promise to get Ashe to join, and she’d be damned if she didn’t walk out of here successful. 

“So…” Princess Ashe started, “What are you into?”

Not you, Adora thought immediately. 

Catra, Adora thought immediately after.

“Um,” Adora looked away. “I like to…hit things.” Adora brought her eyes back. 

“To hit things?” Princess Ashe said dryly. 

“…Yeah,” Adora said back. “What do you like to do?”

Princess Ashe’s eyes lit up and she began speaking passionately about the things she was interested in. She was talking so fast, Adora couldn’t keep up. Adora looked down at her plate, looking at the mixed up mess of her dinner and decided she couldn’t handle another course. There had already been three. 

“Princess Ashe,” Adora interrupted, “I hate to cut this conversation short, but I think we should spend some time talking about the Alliance.”

“The Alliance?” Princess Ashe said, her enthusiasm flagging significantly. “Right, I should remember that’s the only reason you’re here.”

And that immediately made Adora feel bad. 

“Hey,” Adora started, “Princess Ashe, you’re really nice, but…”

“But you have a girlfriend, I know,” Princess Ashe sighed. 

“Yeah,” Adora let out a little laugh, “I do. And you deserve someone who doesn’t.” Adora paused, “You also deserve someone who likes the same things as you, who likes you because you’re you. I…I can’t give that to you.”

Ashe sighed, “I know,” she placed her head in her hands. “I do want to be part of the Alliance. And I shouldn’t have made you do this,” Princess Ashe looked up, “I’m sorry.”

Adora smiled, “It’s okay. Now let’s get this Alliance business figured out.”

— . —

Catra was pacing in the hall when Adora returned, and she was on Adora barely a second after she came in. 

“Hey Adora,” she said, he hands running over Adora’s arms as she pressed her face into Adora’s neck.

“Hey Catra,” Adora said, a little laugh in her voice. “How do I smell?”

“You don’t smell too bad, I guess,” Catra tried to put up a front, but her frantic nuzzling lessoned the effect. 

“I’m so glad to be home,” Adora squeezed Catra tightly. “I’m so glad to be home with you.”

Catra relaxed almost immediately, a low purr rumbling out of her. “I’m glad you’re home too.”

[neni-has-ascended]

Do you plan on playing P5R when it comes out in Japan? If you are, would you consider livestreaming yourself playing it? I really love your videos on the Persona series and I think it would be very fun to watch you play P5R in its Japanese version. I hope you have a nice day!

No, I really don’t wanna rebuy the game on the same system (a system that I don’t even own; it’s my sister’s), when it isn’t one of my favorites in the series. I don’t have the money, and I can’t constantly hog my sister’s console. I’ll probably look up the extra content online and pray that it comes out on the Switch sooner or later, because that’s what it really, really should be on imho. 

If you wanna watch me stream JRPGs though, I plan on doing a marathon of sorts with Japanese original versions soon, so look forwards to that!

[nemirutami]

I saw in one of your posts that you shipped Ann/Akechi and mentioned that the ship is underrated and YES I agree I love that ship so much (as an OTP and a BROTP)

I like Ann/Akechi because she’d be able to read his emotions so well? Also she loves sweets? She would eat a hole through his wallet? So would Minato tbh Minakeann fund it. I love how Akechi just dates people that eat through his wallet because starving artist Yusuke would do the same but in a different way. Like, Akechi would see him starving and slap him with pastrami. 

[betterpersona5]

I’m sorry you got all those dumb people sending anon hate, this blog is hilarious and they obviously need to chill out. You’re super cool and I hope you have a nice day!! 💕💕💕💕

thank you very much!! <3 i’m glad people enjoy it. it started as just a joke that i was pretty sure only i thought was funny, and then i was amazed that anyone else thought so (and even more amazed by the people i apparently bothered, lol). you are super cool as well (i can tell from your icon you have good taste) and i hope you also have an amazing day!!

[catradoramma]

Hopefully this is the right place to copy and paste this 😅 Love the blog and your writings are fantastic, especially since there’s not a whole lot of catradora fanfiction yet. If you’re taking prompts, could you do a piece with Adora and Catra’s tail? They way it has a mind of its own, communicating Catra’s real feelings blatantly, and winds around Adora in a few fan art pieces is great. I’d love it if you would write a piece expanding on that!

Five Times Catra was a Cat and One Time the Cat was Catra

Adora’s favourite time of day, believe it or not, was waking up. Specifically waking up next to Catra. Even more specifically, waking up before Catra, and getting to watch Catra wake up.

This one took me so long and I’m sorry, but I had so much fun doing it. 

(Try and say the title ten times in a row.)

Read it on ao3 or below. 

— 1 —

Adora’s favourite time of day, believe it or not, was waking up. Specifically waking up next to Catra. Even more specifically, waking up before Catra, and getting to watch Catra wake up.

Catra’s face was relaxed. She was always youthful, and calm looking—so different in sleep than she was during the day. Her breathing was even and, she had her tail wrapped around Adora’s leg, and one of Adora’s arms clutched to her chest.

Then, her eyelashes fluttered and her nose wrinkled adorably. She made a small noise in the back of her throat and curled closer to Adora, seeking her warmth. After a second, she sighed and her face smoothed out. Adora curled closer to Catra and passed a hand over her head. 

After a few passes, Catra began to lean into Adora’s hand, a soft purr rumbling out of her chest. She leaned into Adora’s hand as she stretched her legs. Adora could feel Catra’s toes clench and curl against against her leg. 

Catra let go of Adora and moved to stretch her back, a long groan escaping her as she went. The hair on her ears stood on end as her stretch reached the very top of her head. Adora smoothed it down as Catra blinked her eyes open. 

“Good morning,” she grumbled.

“Good morning,” Adora pressed a kiss to her lips. 

Truly the best part of morning. 

— 2 —

“Jeez,” the princess sighed, squeezing Adora’s bicep, “You must really work out a lot.”

Adora laughed, a little uncomfortable at the praise. “Yeah, I, um, I have to do a lot of training,” she let out another uncomfortable chuckle, “The sword is pretty heavy.”

The princess giggled and leaned farther into Adora, pressing her chest directly onto Adora’s arm. “Wow. That’s really impressive.”

Adora pulled her arm away, extremely uncomfortable. “Uh, thanks—”

Adora was cut off by Catra, who appeared beside her out of no where and hissed, “Hey Adora.” Catra’s ears were standing straight up, her tail whipping behind her dangerously. 

A small smile grew on Adora’s face and a small ball of something warm bloomed in her chest when she saw the other girl. “Hey Catra.”

“Who’s this?” Catra nodded in the princess’s direction. 

“Oh, this is…” Adora trailed off because honestly, she’d forgotten. “This is, um, Princess…”

“Princess Ashe of the Western Cliffs,” the princess filled in, presenting her hand for Catra to kiss. Either the princess didn’t notice Adora had forgotten her name, or she really was just that thick. 

Catra stared at the hand offered to her, and pointedly didn’t even touch it. “Alright Princess Smoke—”

“Ashe—” the princess interjected.

“Whatever,” Catra continued and Adora had to bite her lip to stop the laugh that threatened to escape her. “I was just wondering if I’d be able to talk to my girlfriend for a minute.”

Princess Ashe looked taken aback, and that warmth from earlier doubled in Adora’s chest. “You may,” Princess Ashe said.

“I wasn’t asking you, actually,” Catra hissed back. “Babe?” Catra turned her back to Princess Ashe, and pressed her entire body along Adora’s.

“Yeah?” Adora tried not to sound too fond. 

Catra reached up to speak directly into Adora’s ear, “Glimmer and Bow are calling a group training session later.” Catra pulled away slowly, her fingers trailing down Adora’s arm teasingly. She had a killer smirk on her face, as if she’d just said something incredibly naughty instead of completely innocuous. 

Catra’s eyes flicked to Princess Ashe and her entire demeanour changed. She went from playful and flirty to harsh and hateful in a second. Her fur was standing on edge and her glare was sharp enough to kill. Adora could have sworn that she actually heard Catra hiss. 

“Later Princess Smoke—”

“Ashe—”

“Whatever,” Catra waved a hand dismissively as Princess Ashe fumed. Adora tried not to smile, but Catra was just so loveable. 

Catra then turned over her shoulder, brushing by Adora and winding her tail flirtatiously around Adora’s hand as she went. “Later, Adora,” she purred, and Adora would be lying if that exact tone of voice form Catra didn’t make her knees go a little weak. 

— 3 — 

“Glimmer,” Adora called when she spotted the other girl. “Have you seen Catra around? I haven’t seen her since lunch.”

Glimmer rocked on her heels, “Have you checked the training arena?”

“Of course,” Adora said, becoming a little agitated. “I’m worried about her.”

“Why?” Glimmer asked. “She’s gotta be somewhere around Bright Moon. It’s not like she can really get hurt here.”

“You don’t know catra,” Adora sighed, “If she can’t find trouble, she’ll make it.” Adora began walking down the hallway again. “Thanks, Glimmer! If you see her, let me know!”

“Sure,” Glimmer waved after Adora, eventually falling out of sight as Adora rounded the corner. 

Adora had looked for her everywhere. She wasn’t in the training arena, she wasn’t out in the pasture antagonizing Swift Wind, she wasn’t in any of the main, or side hallways, she wasn’t anywhere. 

And the longer Adora couldn’t find her, the more she feared Catra had gone back to the Horde. Things weren’t exactly easy here for Catra. She was constantly trying to prove to everyone around her that she wasn’t evil while also dealing with the trauma from what Shadow Weaver and Hordak had done to her as a kid. At least in the Horde people weren’t constantly second guessing her and undermining her insight. 

And the longer this went on, the less she blamed Catra for running away. The Rebellion and the Alliance weren’t nice to Catra. At lease not as nice as they should have been. And Adora was the one who kept them in the epicentre of it. 

God, Adora was causing Catra pain, yet again. 

God, Adora really was the worst. 

Adora’s frantic searching finally led her to the main dining room. Adora was about to collapse onto one of the chairs in defeat when she saw it: a tiny brown tail poking out from underneath the table. 

Adora’s breath caught in her throat, hope building in her chest dangerously. 

Slowly, as to not scare it away, Adora knelt on the ground and looked under the table. And there she was. Catra was sleeping. Under the table on one of the decorative supports. 

Adora dropped onto her knees and let out a laugh.

Catra was sleeping under the table this whole time, and Adora had been panicking. She’d been driving herself crazy with guilt and Catra had been napping in possibly the most uncomfortable place in the entire castle. 

The laugh hiccuped and tired into a sob. 

Because those things were still true weren’t they? Adora was still holding Catra in a place that was just as bad, if not worse than the Horde had been. And for what? Just so Adora could keep Catra close? What a stupid reason to put someone through so much. 

“Adora?” Catra croaked. Adora must have woken her with her crying. Catra’s ears perked up and she was crowding Adora into her arms almost immediately. “Adora? What’s wrong?”

Adora selfishly pressed her face into Catra’s neck, bunching up fistfuls of Catra’s shirt. “I’m hurting you again, aren’t I?”

“What?” Catra pulled away from the embrace a little, pushing hair and tears off of Adora’s face. 

“This place is horrible to you, and I keep you here,” Adora lamented, “You deserve so much better than this, Catra, and I want to give it to you, but I can’t leave here because of She-Ra.”

“Whoa, whoa, Adora,” Catra stilled Adora, holding her face between either of her hands. “What are you even talking about?”

Adora took a deep breath. “I couldn’t find you. And I thought you might have run away, and then I started feeling bad because I was holding you here when you deserve to be free.”

“Adora,” Catra sighed, “I am free here. Do you think I’d be able to take a nap in the middle of the day at the Horde? Do you think I’d be able to hold you like this at the Horde? Do you think I’d be eating this well at the Horde?” Catra smoothed more of Adora’s hair back. 

“And yeah, sometimes the people in the Alliance are pretty shitty to me, but I have you. We have each other’s backs, and I know that if I ever wanted to leave, you’d let me. And you’d try with all your might to come with me.”

“I would,” Adora whispered, letting her eyes flutter shut as she placed her hands over top of Catra’s on her face. “I would do anything if you asked, Catra.”

Catra smiled, “I know, Princess.”

— 4 —

The diplomatic meeting had been going on for what felt like a million years. No one can really blame Adora for getting bored in the middle of it. And no one can blame Adora for deciding that Catra really was the best way to end her boredom, either. 

It started small. Adora would brush her leg against Catra’s almost like an accident, and every time Catra’s eyes would cut to her. Adora always ignored her, like she truly hadn’t meant to do it.

After the third time, however, Catra hissed, “Stop it.”

Adora looked at Catra. Her tail was waving through the air behind her chair playfully. Inwardly, Adora smirked, outwardly, Adora pinned an innocent look on her face. 

“Sorry,” Adora mumbled, purposefully looking confused before going back to the incredibly boring meeting. 

Adora waited a little longer this time to make her move, letting Catra relax. Adora watched out of the corner of her eye as Catra’s tail flagged a little—a sure sign of her being bored. Adora leaned back in her chair, pulling her hands into her lap. She sat like that for a few seconds before she discretely inched her hand over to Catra’s thigh. 

Adora didn’t really do anything. She just placed it there, her thumb making small circles on the outside of Catra’s knee, but it sent a rush through Adora as if she was doing something bad. And when Adora glanced toward Catra, who seemed completely unaffected by the hand on her thigh, save for the light dusting of red over her cheeks. 

Catra’s tail was back to swaying playfully. 

Adora tried not to smile, but she’s afraid a tiny smirk may have made it through. 

Adora left her hand still for a few beats to allow Catra to settle again. When Catra’s blush went down, Adora began moving her palm. She moved it from the top of Catra’s knee, up to the inside of her thigh, almost completely between her legs. 

Catra squeezed her legs together and shot Adora a warning look. Adora looked at her innocently. Catra gave her a look that said, I’m not buying your shit, Adora. 

Adora glanced at Catra’s tail, it was doing that adorable curling thing it did when Catra got…excited. 

Adora looked back at Catra and just smiled, keeping her hand where it was for the rest of the meeting. 

— 5 —

Adora was already in bed when Catra swung into the room from the balcony, just getting back from her late-night jog/acrobatics training. 

Catra moved around the dark apartment completely silent as she went about her nightly routine, finally slipping in next to Adora, careful not to jostle her. Adora’s heart warmed at the girl’s care. Adora rolled over and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. 

“Hey, did I wake you?” Catra whispered into the night as she smoothed Adora’s hair back from her face. 

“No,” Adora whispered back, “Was waiting for you.”

Catra’s mouth quirked up and she pressed her forehead into Adora’s. “You’re so sappy,” she whispered, but Adora could hear the smile in her voice. 

“You love it,” Adora mumbled, a dopy smile on her face as she pressed her forehead back into Catra’s.

Catra let out a hum that sounded suspiciously like a purr before she said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Adora’s chest couldn’t be more full. 

— +1 —

The battle was looking pretty bad, the Horde having vastly outnumbered the Alliance. Even with She-Ra’s help, things were looking pretty bleak. Adora had just ordered a retreat when she got hit, She-Ra’s form dissolving around her, leaving Adora vulnerable on the battlefield. 

Back in her true form, Adora’s entire body ached. She felt like all of the bones in her body had been broken and put back together in the wrong order. Her head pounded, and her arms wobbled as she tried with every last bit of strength in her being to push herself up. 

But it was for nothing. A Horde soldier—maybe even someone she knew—kicked her down, their boot heavy on her back. Adora hit the ground and she knew it was over for her. She had failed. 

She had failed Etheria as She-Ra, she had failed catra as Adora, she had failed her friends as both. 

And as her face was pushed into the dirt below her, a Horde soldier pressing their taser to Adora’s head, Adora accepted this. She accepted her death. She sent a prayer to whoever, or whatever, was out there to look after her friends, to look after Catra, to make sure they all stayed safe. 

And she accepted her death. 

She braced herself for the shot, for the searing pain, for the nothing after, but it never came. 

Instead there was a loud roar above her, the Horde soldier’s gun gone. Adora forced herself onto her back and stared into the familiar mis-matched eyes of a very large cat. 

“Catra?” Adora croaked, one of her hands reaching up shakily to touch the beast before her. 

The cat pressed her face into Adora’s palm. It’s fur was so soft, and the low purr it released soothed Adora to her core. It was a moment of peace amongst to much carnage that Adora didn’t know what to do other than cry. 

And that’s what she did as Catra, in her cat form, helped Adora climb onto her back. It’s what Adora did as Catra then charged them through the battle to safety. It’s what Adora did as Catra finally transformed back. It’s what Adora did when she was wrapped up in Catra’s familiar embrace, finally safe and alive, against all odds. 

[catradoramma]

If you’re still doing prompts, can you do one where Catra is irritated by something and Adora pets her to try and calm her down and it works but Catra is annoyed that it works so she tries to get her to stop but fails?

This is probably a lot angstier than you intended, but I hope you like it!!

Catra had been pacing for over an hour and she knew it was beginning to get on Adora’s nerves, but Catra was just so upset, he skin was basically vibrating with it. She was restless and stopping for even a second sounded like the worst imaginable ting right now.

“Catra, come here,” Adora tried.

“No,” Catra hissed. 

Adora sighed and got up. She crossed the few paces between them and stilled Catra with a single hand on Catra’s arm. Warmth radiated out form that spot, and Catra hated the fact that it did. 

“Catra, relax,” Adora smoothed her hand up Catra’s arm to rest on her jaw. Her thumb making small sooting circles there and Catra’s eyes fluttered shut. 

Catra turned so she was facing Adora, her own hand falling to rest over top of Adora’s. “I just feel like I’ve let everyone down,” Catra whispered into the air between them, her voice quivering. 

Because that’s what happened wasn’t it? The Rebellion had put its faith into the intel that Catra had given them. They had planned an attack, trusting Catra’s advice and leadership. The Rebellion had trusted her—Adora had trusted her—and for what? 

For the half-hearted retreat of the Horde, and the loss of an entire Rebellion squadron. Half the village they were supposed to be protecting had been destroyed too. 

Oh, and can’t forget the civilian casualties either. 

Adora was wrong. Catra did belong with the Horde. 

“Hey, Catra, whatever storm you’ve got brewing in that head of yours, is wrong,” Adora’s voice cut through the gloom. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but what happened in today’s battle isn’t your fault,” Adora smoothed a hand down Catra’s hair, her other arm pulling them into an embrace. 

“How can you say that?” Catra asked, pushing against Adora’s hold. “You all trusted me, and look what happened!”

“Hey,” Adora pressed her fingers into Catra’s scalp, scratching the skin lightly. Catra melted into Adora’s embrace again. “The Horde retreated. Half of the village is okay, and they’re rebuilding the portion that was lost.” Adora moved over to scratch around Catra’s ears. “If it weren’t for your advice, the entire village would have been lost. It would have been a blood-bath. No one would have made it out alive, Catra. You saved us, today.”

Adora pressed a kiss into Catra’s forehead. “Today may not have been a total success, but it was a victory. The Rebellion still stands,” she pressed another kiss to Catra’s head. “You and I still stand,” another kiss, “And that’s all that matters to me.”