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#raveartts#she ra spop#entrapta#i'd say i need to watch spop again but i honestly don't really like the show#something about it just doesn't interest me even though i think it's a good show#entrapta though!!!!!!#look at her#my baby. my darling. my beloved.#and scorpia too-#and begrudgingly catra as well#SORRY THE HORDE CHARACTERS ARE 10000000X MORE INTERESTING THAN THE PRINCESSES#omg wait camp camp is literally coming out and i haven't drawn anything for it#blasphemous#david is just so hard to draw like after 6 years i still haven't figured out how to stylize his hair poof#i can draw max though...or nikki
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I Fucking Hate You
Yandere! Catra x Fem! Reader
Tw: NSFW, Hate-sex, Dubious-Consent, She pretends you're Adora, Fem! Reader, Lesbian sex, Name calling, Dry humping, Blackmailing, Porn w/ Plot
🔞18+ Content due to dark and adult themes. Read at your own risk
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
You watched as Catra aimed to claw Scorpia's face. Luckily she back away just in time. You looked around, trying to see if anyone would stand up to Catra, but everyone was avoiding looking at them.
"You can't treat her like that!"
Catra looked towards all the cadets, "Who said that." She pointed a finger towards you all.
They all took a step back, leaving you at the front line. "Backstabbing snitches," You groan under your breath.
"What do you know about being Force Captain?" She asks, walking closer to you.
"I know how to treat my teammates. No wonder Adora left."
You knew the moment those words left your mouth you were a dead woman. Lonnie was about to speak up, but Catra raised her hand. "Everyone leave."
"But-"
Catra whips around towards Scorpia, "LEAVE NOW! ALL OF YOU." You were about to turn around, but Catra points towards you, "Expect you... Y/n, right?"
"What does it matter?"
She didn't speak until the last cadet left the room. But, not before Scorpia looked back, giving you a look of sympathy.
"You stepped out of line, Soldier."
"I sure did. And I would do it again. You were out of line-"
Her laugh interrupts you. She gestures to the room, "Do you know where we are, Y/n?"
"The Horde?"
"Hell. We are in Hell. This isn't Princess land, you've got to look out for yourself."
"That's a terrible thing to say, Catra."
"Well, it's true and that's why I'm Force Captain and you're just a Soldier."
"Yeah, but you're also willing to step on anyone that gets in your way."
"Maybe you should be more like me."
"I'd rather be dead."
"Well, if you ever," She steps closer to you, causing you to step back, "Try standing up to me again, I will give you death." She retracts her claws, bringing them close to your face.
You gulp, tilting your head up.
"Don't ever cross me again."
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For the past two months, since the incident, Catra had decided to keep you close. She didn't need anyone thinking they could act like you and step up to her. If they saw that she kept you in line, they'd learn there are consequences.
She had you on cleaning duties, but she was always present when you did it. She said it was to make sure you did it right, but you think she has a sick twisted pleasure in watching people suffer.
You snarled, scrubbing at the walls of the cafeteria. Catra sat at one of the tables, her feet propped up on the table. She leaned on her hand and you looked up at her frustrated.
"Can I stop now? I've been doing this for 5 hours."
"I haven't broken a sweat."
"I hate you."
"I'll live. Besides I don't care."
You roll your eyes and continue to scrub. Catra gets up from her seat, stretching out her back. She sighs, before kneeing to your level, "Come with me."
"Where?"
"You ask to many questions. Come," She uses the 'Come here' motion.
You begrudgingly and reluctantly follow behind her. She took you down familiar paths and doors, before leading you to Cadet Rooms. You hadn't been in these rooms in ages.
"Lay down," She gestures to the bed that you assumed was once hers and Adora's.
You awkwardly lay on the uncomfortable bed, struggling to fit inside the small compartment. She laughed at your struggle and you glare at her. She jumps on you, practically sitting on your bladder, just like a fucking cat.
"God, Catra, can you move?"
She rolls her eyes, but moves her legs and scoots up your chest. She puts her pointer finger on your forehead, lightly pushing you back.
"Why don't you just lay down, Y/n?"
"This isn't a very comfortable bed, Catra."
"Nothing's comfortable in the Horde. Now shut up," She shoves you down, hard.
You groan when feeling the hard concrete-like beds slam into your back. God, you were now realizing why you had back problems. She slowly rubbed herself on you, confusing you.
You were going to question what the FUCK she was doing, but you heard her whimper the name 'Adora' and you made a face of realization. You tried pushing against her, but she quickly grabbed your hands.
"If you let me do this, you'll never have to clean the food court again."
You spread your legs and pulled back your hands, "So what are we doing?"
"WE're not doing anything. You're going to shut up and I'm going to do what I want," She gets off you, before grabbing something from a cabinet.
You were scared, but it was just a cadet's headset. You were confused, but she put it on you and your vision was obscured. You could no longer see Catra, but you could feel her rubbing against you.
"You're such a bitch," You could feel her hands grip your throat. You reached for her, trying to stop her, "I don't know why you left. Why you think those stupid princesses are better than me."
You could feel your face redden at the buzzing sound of Catra's voice. Where these helmets always bad at taking in sound? Huh, maybe you had a hearing problem? You could feel the removal of your pants and you froze.
"Um Catra-"
"Shut up, Adora."
You could feel her sharp claws get threateningly close to your neck. She slowly thrusted into you back and forth. The only thing you could hear was her light moans of Adora's name and 'Yes! Mmmm, yeah! Ahhh.' Man, you wish you were on whatever the hell she was on.
You then felt something wet run across your cervix. The claws you were terrified of, but would never admit due to your pride, were circling around your clit, pressing into it. You could feel her stick her tongue down your vagina, and squish your gummy walls.
Catra could feel your gummy walls squeeze and flush against her sharp tongue. Your body shivers as you feel her little spines roughly groom your insides. She licked up your opening, making sure you're soaked.
There was a long drown of silence and you thought it was over. That was until you felt Catra grab one of your thighs and lifting it up. She pushed her pussy into your, causing you to loudly moan.
She heard you, causing her to smirk to herself, "Aww, look at you, enjoying it?"
She wasn't actually asking, it was just teasing. She continued to thrust into you, her moans echoing in your ears.
"Adora... Adora... ADORA!" She moaned loudly, before everything slows down.
You can hear her get off the bed and what sounds like her putting on clothes.
"If you ever tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."
You nodded your head, totally on board with keeping this between you both. And then you heard the door shut. You went to move your hands, but you quickly realized you were immobilized.
Oh god, did that bitch tie you up?
#spop#spop x reader#shera#shera x reader#yandere catra x reader#yandere catra#catra x reader#catra#catra shera#catra spop#yandere shera#yandere spop#she ra the princess of power
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I hate how She-Ra tries so hard to demonize the heroes/main characters of the show to make the villains looks better.
Like calling out Glimmer for her actions depite her being the only one with an actual plan (i mean, she was being a little shit but at least she accomplished more than Adora), making Adora looks like the villain for leaving Catra, the heroes attacking Scorpia depite her not oposing any treat, Bow and Adora going after Entrapta only so she could help them (like, for real they only think about Entrapta when is convinient for them) and the constant remarks about them leaving her behind.
I like when heroes have flaws they have to overcome, but the princesses um She-Ra always act so unfriendly sometimes that it makes the show looks way more cynical then it should be, which is weird since is supose to be a show about friendship, but none of these characters seem to have any reason to be friends other than necessity
i totally agree! i'm a sucker for flawed heroes, but the thing with she-ra is that their characters are just not well-written at all. they've clearly not done any prior planning to the story so it all seems like muddy water.
for example, some mistakes that the princesses make are considered worse than the others. glimmer lashing out at adora was given the narrative weight it needed, and she had to apologize later. but perfuma and the others being ableist towards entrapta is never mentioned. instead entrapta has to prove herself to them, when she had no reason to.
and yeah, entrapta was really just a tool for the princesses (and for catra too ofc). they only needed her because she was useful. like you said, the "friendship" between the princesses make no sense because half of the time they're fighting and the other half they're begrudgingly working together. they seem more like coworkers than anything. and there's nothing wrong with that, but the show wants us to believe that these characters are close friends while not bothering to write them that way.
remember when the S1 finale had that whole "power of friendship" trope? i swear it was so painful to sit through. the only real friendship i could see was between adora, glimmer and bow. the rest of the princesses always had trouble working together and even seemed to hate each other sometimes. but then out of the blue, they're suddenly the closest of friends and defeat the evil villain with the power of believing in each other or whatever.
i went off on a tangent, but i think the reason the princesses were so unlikeable is because the writers wanted to make them “different” (they're not your standard princesses, they're cynical or aggressive or whatever) but didn't want to give them enough depth to make us like or relate to them. if you want to look at well-written flawed characters, there's korra from the legend of korra, wirt from otgw, literally all the protags from infinity train. this is because these characters have depth, we see enough sides to them to understand why they are the way they are. not to mention, each of these characters explored their issues and got good character development by the end of the series.
for example, korra is arrogant and reckless because she was the prodigy raised almost in isolation, and she didn't know enough about the real world to navigate it. tulip was cynical and quick to anger because her parents got divorced and she had been secretly blaming herself for it. lake was aggressive and rebellious because she lived in a system where she would be killed for not fitting the norm. all of these characters are relatable in some sense, because we get enough character exploration.
meanwhile, why is mermista so cynical and sardonic? who knows. why is perfuma impatient and prone to anger and ableist? couldn't tell you. frosta had something of a character arc but it still didn't go anywhere, besides stripping her of any unique personality she had, and turning her into the typical chaos child. these princesses are so 2d that they're not relevant to the plot at all. take them out of the show and i'm pretty sure there would be no difference.
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Where Do We Go Now?
A She-ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction
The war is finally over. Prime is dead, the hive mind is broken, and everyone is reunited with their loved ones. However, there are some questions left unanswered. What will be the fate of Catra and Hordak? What are these new memories Wrong Hordak has? What is Etheria's place in the wider universe? Where do we go now?
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Chapter 14. Now it's time to check up on Dryl.
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Chapter 14: Department
As the day moons stretched over the horizon, everyone was packing up to leave for their respective kingdoms. Hordak sat upon Entrapta’s bed as she ran around the room checking that she had all her belongings for the third time. All of Hordak’s belongings were still in the Fright Zone and most of them had probably been destroyed during the fight between him and Catra; however, it did not matter. He was intrigued about what awaited him in Dryl. He had only seen images of the Crypto Castle so most of the kingdom was unknown to him.
“Ok, you ready to go?”
It turns out Entrapta’s things only amounted to a medium backpack and a large duffle bag.
“Yes, would you like for me to carry those for you?”
“Nah, I’m fine.”
“Entrapta, last I checked we are partners,” he took the duffle bag off her shoulders and placed it on his left shoulder. “Therefore, we take on an equal workload.” He offered his hand to Entrapta which she gladly took as she rose into her hair chair. Hordak placed a kiss on her hand before the couple left to join the rest of the Princess Alliance.
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As the couple stepped out of the castle they were met with the hustle and bustle of the Princess Alliance. She-Ra was lifting some of the heavier cargo while the rest of the magically gifted handled the rest. The ones without magic were begrudgingly standing off to the side. Entrapta went off to speak with Glimmer leaving Hordak with Catra of all people. When he realized this he immediately began to walk away until he was stopped by the tugging of Entrapta’s duffle bag.
“Look, Hordak-” Catra started.
“Could you spare me of your nonsense for once?”
“I’m sorry-”
“Catra, I do not want any half-baked apology from you. From the moment you started to work for me, you were nothing but trouble, and you have harmed one of the few people who has kept me from ending my miserable life; thus, it would be in your best interest to stay out of my life before I end yours.”
Hordak turned on his heels, leaving Catra in the dust. Before he had gotten too far Catra caught what he said under his breath.
“You are just like Shadow Weaver.”
Hordak had made his way toward his brother and Imp, who both possessed a full head of hair. TD unsurprisingly had long, silky, white hair that reached past his shoulders, Imp had short, curly, grey hair that desperately needed to be combed.
“When did this happen?”
“Half an hour ago. What do you think.”
“It suits you two.” Imp then jumped upon his rightful place on Hordak’s shoulder and received chin scratches which were abruptly stopped when the trio heard someone clear their throat.
“Hello, Hordak, TD. How are you two?”
“Who are you again?” Hordak said turning to face the boy.
“I’m Bow, tech master of the Alliance.”
Well, if this boy is a Techmaster, Entrapta must be the Tech Empress, Hordak thought. When Hordak finished that thought visions of Entrapta sitting upon a throne in a beautiful gown while she was fiddling with whatever her genius thought up flooded his mind. Sadly, he had to quickly banish those thoughts from his mind so he may focus on his conversation with Bow.
“Ah, yes, Entrapta has told me about you before.”
“Really what did she say?”
Before Hordak could respond, Imp gave a recorded response of his own.
“(-I mean yeah he’s pretty good with tech. He’s about where I was at 15 years old, other than that his inventions are good just not sky-shattering.-)” Hordak recalled this conversation, he inquired Entrapta when she first came to the Fright Zone about what she knew about the other princesses so he could keep all info about them updated and hopefully discover their weaknesses. Sadly, Entrapta did not know much about them, not even most of their names. Hordak looked back down at Bow, who looked positively deflated.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you two around.” And as quickly as he came, Bow left to join Sea Hawk and Swift Wind.
“Did you have to do that?” Imp gave a mischievous giggle as he flew away toward Emily.
Everyone was called over to the ship, or Darla, as Entrapta calls her. As Hordak stepped on the ship he realized how archaic it was. It was a miracle Entrapta got it to work, let alone fly it through space. As the ship took off, Hordak could feel what he had observed.
“I realize Darla needs a lot of work, and I’m trying to convince Glimmer to let me work on her so this baby could run as well as the day it first came out of the factory,” Entrapta whispered in Hordak’s ear.
“Perhaps we can reuse the inner hardware of Prime’s ships to replace the more run-down parts in this ship.”
“Yes, please! I keep finding sand in this baby even after I deep-cleaned her. Twice!”
The group sat down, waiting to be dropped off at their respective locations. They could use Glimmer’s teleportation powers to transport everyone, but no one wanted to exhaust her. They sat within their usual groups, with Hordak braiding TD’s hair similar to his own. As time crept by, everyone was within their kingdom after they each gave a ludicrously long goodbye.
#entrapdak#entrapta#hordak#spop#hyperfixation#spop fanfic#she ra#adora#fanfic#mermista#catra#glimmer#bow#imp#wrong hordak#perfuma#frosta#scorpia#shera#lonnie#kyle#rohelio
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Okay, browsing another fandom-tag, (the thing I am newly becoming RE-obsessed with, my longstanding decades old fandom re-emerging due to shiny new material)... well... I found something that made me think of THIS fandom and how ridiculous it is sometimes and how ridiculous fandom can be about certain things.
Take a look at this reblogged image on my other sideblog: Classic Trigun Official Art. Its kind of spoilery for those who haven’t seen the 1998 original anime series, but it’s non-canonical at, anyway. At least, I think it’s non-canon art. However, it is official, as in, it’s not canon art / not an image from the actual anime, but it is promotional, a kind of post-series funsies thing done by crew.
The pale-haired guy in the space-suit there? The one who’s got the smiling spiky-haired guy’s arm wrapped around him? He’s the series’ main villain. He’s also a genocidal maniac with a deep hated of humanity who has murdered millions of people. He of course is here, in this funsie official / adjacent art shown in the trope of a “reforming villain” with heroic-characters including the main (Vash with his arm arround him - twin brother) gladly hanging out with him. Anyway, my point is that - hey, look at the actual official although non-canonical art of the “defanged villain” trope - done for fun, to show a villain being begrudgingly good / implied to be on his way to reformation post series, etc. Silly promo / bonus art.
It made me think about how She-Ra fandom had the Catra vs. Hordak wars and how some people / factions were just AGAHST at the idea that some of us fan-critters loved to contemplate redemption arcs and do fanart and fanfic that defanged the villains and so forth. While people don’t seem to mind it much for Horde Prime - people doing sexy or silly fanart with him to scratch that itch for a “defanged dark lord” fun time, people got really bent out of shape for a while for both Hordak and Catra, didn’t they?
In the Hordak fan-faction (hi there, where I make my bed, or my clone-pod, as it were) there were a lot of people who hated Catra, thought of her as taking time away from their blorbo and who considered her “too toxic” for Adora and made this big honking serious deal out of it. Fanfics about Catra fucking off to the Crirmson Waste alone and whatnot... I actually don’t mind pairing Adora with other people, it’s just that some of the “Catra cannot be redeeeeeemed!” stuff got a little obnoxious for me, even though I, myself, got sick and fucking tired of overzealous Catra-stans calling me a genocidal colonist for liking Hordak.
And of course, um, Hordak. A villain portrayed with some sympathy and human emotions, despite being an actual dictator trying to conquer a planet. Yeah, Hordak’s done a lot of fucked up things, like employing torture and execution-by-exile in his reign. I like him, anyway, because of those sympathetic points - the clone-cult stuff, the sense that he has a desire to be wanted and loved despite everything (thank you, Entrapta). And, well, I LOVE the idea of post-canon, of “Lets let him live a cute domestic life with Entapta and lets dress him in sweaters and have him discover how delicious mangoes are, the poor cult-denied big fruit bat!”
And, well, there was a big row among people about liking these characters, something of a sympathy-contest of who “deserves more sympathy” and whatnot. I was sitting here the whole time going “Let me enjoy my defanged dark lord trope in peace.”
Meanwhile, back in my old fandom, which I have returned to... it’s like “Oh, yeah, there’s official art of the actual literal genocidal maniac who canonically has a very graphic 100K+ body count being domesticated by the good guys, not to mention what the fandom does and the thirst some fans have for this guy” and it’s like.... “Whoa, anime fandoms just be more chill than American cartoon fandoms, don’t they?”
No one accuses you of wanting to erase humanity because you enjoy Millions Knives, so why do people accuse you of being a real life abuser or colonial apologist if you enjoy Catra or Hordak?
#fandom comparisons#villains#villain tropes#defanged dark lord#catra#hordak#the catra vs. hordak wars#spop discourse#trigun#anime#deep apologies for people on the trigun tag who aren't into she-ra#this is my dumb she-ra blog#for my actual trigun blog go to lost-technology
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Catra commits to Therapeutic Knitting and begins making gifts for people. Tentatively. Begrudgingly. Trying to act like she's just getting rid of unwanted products while hanging onto their every reaction.
Eventually, she starts to work on something for Hordak. Because... well, it was only a matter of time, right?
She settles on gloves, because Dryl has cold, clammy weather - especially in the winter - and gets to work. Only to find that gloves are fiddly and annoying and darn it, she doesn't actually have any way of ensuring that what she makes fits his talons properly. After all, it's not like she can ask for his finger measurements or whatever.
So gloves become mittens. Very fuzzy, comically large mittens.
Which fit. To Hordak's chagrin. And Entrapta's unbridled delight.
Large mittens that... are actually pretty warm. Really warm. And soft. And match his cloak, even if they're not necessarily his chosen style.
And so Hordak, former Scourge of Etheria, spends his first Drylian winter enjoying warm fingers courtesy of his former mutinous Second in Command.
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Glitra for the shipping meme ✨🐱
Sorry for the late response, had my job interview this week and recovery from that took longer than expected! (Let's just say things went wrong, but I think I'm the top candidate in part because of it)
send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:
falls asleep on the couch
makes friends with the neighbors
is the adventurous eater
hogs the covers at night
forgets to do the dishes
tries to surprise their partner more often
leaves dirty laundry on the floor
stays up til 2 AM reading
sings in the shower
takes the selfies
plans date night
Under the cut 'cause it's a lot of answer! :D
Catra falls asleep on the couch, she can curl up into a little ball on one seat but prefers to sprawl out on it once Glimmer has sat down. Glimmer physically can't fall asleep on it, and kind of hates that fact.
Both of them make friends with the neighbors, although in wildly different ways. Glimmer is the more classic friendly neighbor who welcomes everyone (secretly in order to get dirt on them and gossip with Catra), while Catra is kind of the reclusive neighbors dream person. Glimmer will bring you tray of food when you aren't well, and Catra will shovel your drive free of snow and deny ever having done that while pretending to ignore you.
Glimmer is the adventurous eater! She runs by a try everything thrice rule and delights in finding new combinations. Catra isn't adventurous (sensitive stomach and all) but people think she is because she eats combinations that most people find unpalatable. No Catra, adding mushroom powder to vanilla pudding does not make it taste like a cold cream of mushroom soup. And yes, Glimmer has tried to eat it three times over the years and banned it from the house.
Glimmer hogs the covers at night. They start of sharing which is great since Catra is usually cold right before bed, but she'd overheat if her partner didn't steal the blankets. So Glimmer turning herself into a burrito works out perfectly.
Glimmer forgets to do dishes more often than Catra. She never had to do them growing up, so it often doesn't cross her mind until a meal is done. By then she's tired and vows she'll do them in a little and just forgets. Catra does forget them on occasion but her nose is sensitive so she'll tackle it no problem either way. If Catra's done the cooking, Glimmer has no problem doing the dishes while she cooks so they can chat the whole time.
Catra tries to surprise Glimmer more often. She's more nervous about how people perceive her giving gifts or doing nice things, so she prefers to do it as a surprise thing instead. This can be something as simple as leaving a sticky note in Glimmer's lunch with something sappy written on it, or as elaborate as planning a vacation. Glimmer likes to surprise Catra too, but Catra doesn't always do as well with surprises so she tries not to do it too much.
Glimmer leaves dirty laundry on the floor. If Bow or someone else doesn't pick up after her, she genuinely doesn't mind clothes on the floor. Thanks to her super sniffer, Catra refuses to leave dirty laundry anywhere besides the hamper which is not allowed in the bedroom or bathroom due to smelling disgusting.
Catra stays up til 2 AM reading. She has trouble sleeping a whole night through anyways and has determined that going to bed later helps her get more consecutive hours of sleep in. But she doesn't want a bright screen or sound keeping Glimmer up, so she reads by dim light (ah, the perks of cat eyes).
They both sing in the shower, the only difference is that Catra sings quietly if she thinks someone is home whereas Glimmer often pretends she's on a giant stage and just belts it out. They both love hearing the other sing, and they're both damn good at it.
It's complicated on taking selfies. Glimmer has the better phone camera, plans the shots, and asks for the selfies more than Catra ever would. But Catra has got slightly longer arms than Glimmer so she's often the one begrudgingly holding the phone. So technically it's Catra, but really it's Glimmer.
They both plan date nights! Catra often plans surprise dates but simple and complex, but when they agree in advance to have a date night Glimmer demands to plan it. She often checks things with Catra when she does, surprise or not, to make sure it'll actually be fun. They've both had to change plans part way through and enjoy planning the rest of the night together.
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still so so fascinated by shadow weaver’s death. i think it might be one of my favourite moments in the entire series. because she’s one of the few characters that should not and cannot be redeemed, the only other one i can really think of off the top of my head being horde prime. while horde prime is an out an out evil emperor, and his crimes are vast and emotionless, shadow weaver is the opposite. she is abusive and manipulative and power-hungry, and her crimes are personal- against micah, against adora and catra. horde prime sees everyone as potential clones, extensions of his own power through mimicry. shadow weaver also wants to extend her power through others, but not by making them clones of herself. instead she uses each individual, their strengths and weaknesses, and manipulates that.
she knows adora so well. she knows that she would sacrifice everything, her own life, her future with catra, in order to save etheria. she knows catra- she knows she doesn’t think adora wants her, that she knows that adora would make that sacrifice and abandon catra. she knows how to keep them apart and control them.
shadow weaver is a personal villain. and so her death must also be personal; adora and catra watch, powerless, as she sacrifices herself for them. it’s not redemption. shadow weaver doesn’t want redemption. it’s catharsis.
she is, begrudgingly, setting adora and catra free.
#i will literally be dumping all my unhinged thoughts about this show here and i wish i was sorry#shera#shera and the princesses of power#catradora#shadow weaver#ted taks
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‘the Greys’ Cut Content #1: Rafters Scene
This was initially part of Chapter 2, but I cut it because I didn’t want Catra to seem too cat-like when the previous chapter had already addressed that she was more human than cat.
The context is that Catra brought Adora a dead mouse as a “gift” and left it in her shoe (like happened in canon, via the “Ask Catra” Noelle did on Twitter).
Catra lets out an indignant yelp when Adora dumps the creature on the ground, her face still screwed up to avoid smelling it. Adora doesn’t know what to do with the dead mouse that has been in her shoe since yesterday.
“I don’t want a mouse, Catra,” she tells her, looking up from the creature lying limp on their floor. Catra’s fur bristles, a low growl starting in her throat before she turns on her heel and flees their room, still in her pajamas. Adora stares at the door after it has slid shut in her wake, not really sure what to do. She doesn’t want the dead mouse, but clearly Catra is hurt.
Adora sighs, crossing over to her dresser to pull on real clothes. She picks up their tablet, sending a message to housekeeping, and then checks the Greys channel.
Catra just went tearing through Hanger Kappa. Time to go hunt down her friend.
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Catra is pretty high up. Adora gets a fucking ladder. Catra just turns her back on Adora, curling into a small ball on the crossbeam.
“Catra?” Adora calls softly. Catra’s tail waps heavily against the metal beam, but she ignores Adora. She doesn’t want to talk to her. Adora isn’t deterred, continuing to climb until she is up on the beam, only a few meters away. Catra scampered along the beam on all fours to reach her current perch, but Adora has to carefully crawl along it, watching her balance as she approaches Catra.
Catra unfurls and darts a few feet further down, curling into a ball again, making a point. Adora lets out a heavy sigh and just keeps chasing her. Unfortunately, Catra would have to go through Adora to get to her way down. She is trapped, so she just keeps scooting forward until she hits the wall, curling into a small ball with her face against it as Adora relentlessly pursues her.
Adora calls her name again when she is only an arm’s length away, halted there. Catra pins her ears back and ignores her. Adora edges closer, reaching a hand out and cautiously petting Catra’s back. Catra hisses, but she can’t manage to make her fur bristle, not when Adora continues to pet down her lower back and then scoots even closer so she can pet her shoulders as well. Catra grumbles, tucking her chin in a little more so she doesn’t have to risk seeing Adora.
“Why did you leave the mouse?” Adora asks, quietly, still petting down her back. Catra growls, but Adora’s hand never pauses. Usually she is grateful for how well Adora knows her – right now it sucks. Adora knows as long as she keeps petting and doesn’t push too hard, Catra will allow her presence.
“It was a gift,” Catra grits out, not turning around. She knew Adora didn’t want it, that is why she hid it. She was hoping she would just accept it. Adora’s hand hesitates and Catra growls again, meaner this time. Adora quickly resumes her affection, scratching a little as she drags her hand down. The sounds of Catra’s displeasure immediately cease.
“Okay. What was I supposed to do with it?” Adora asks. Catra grumbles, rubbing her face against her own arms where she is tucked into them. She doesn’t have an answer for that, really, it was just something she needed to do.
“… I don’t know,” she admits, begrudgingly, shifting a little on the beam. Adora scratches along her spine on her next pass. Catra shudders, feeling her tail uncurl from around herself to wave in the air, buffeting Adora a little. Adora doesn’t comment, just continuing to pet and scratch the parts of her back she can reach. Catra feels herself slowly shifting back into Adora’s hands, uncurling from her defensive position. Adora didn’t say sorry, but Catra also knows she is being weird right now and there isn’t much to apologize for.
“I just needed to give you something I caught,” she admits, in a small voice. She doesn’t want to drive Adora away. Adora has always been so kind to her, but the older they get, the more Catra is aware that Adora has a future and she doesn’t. She will be lucky if she doesn’t end up as the facility pet while Adora goes and becomes the president or something.
“I know you’re a good hunter, Catra,” Adora returns. Catra grumbles, curling in a little, and Adora quickly reaches up to scratch at her ears. Catra immediately goes lax again. “Thank you for the gift. But not an animal next time, okay?” Adora tries. Catra grumbles again. An animal proves she can hunt, but fine, if Adora will actually be grateful for her usual gifts, then she can do that.
Catra heaves a sigh, raising up onto all fours and stretching out her limbs. After her muscles have finished shaking, she turns around, pointedly not meeting Adora’s eyes as she plops down again and nudges her face against Adora. It is the closest thing to an okay and sorry she is getting right now. Adora accepts it though, because she releases a soft sound and sets to scratching behind Catra’s ears with both hands.
#the greys#ficmeta#fic cuts#ive written the ending but it needs editing and i want to get it right#so have a cut scene for today instead
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The Etherian Party Bus: Point Zero
Fandom: She-ra and the Princesses of Power
Pairing: Adora/Catra
Word Count: 6,898
Summary:
As Darla approaches the point of no contact with Etheria, Adora thinks about how they got to this point. Just 7 months ago they'd won the war, and now she doesn't know if her little crew will ever return.
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After the defeat of Hoard Prime, Catra and Hordak were exiled for four years. Adora and Entrapta refused to accept being separated from them for that long, and loaded the two of them on Darla and then set out for parts unknown in space. Adora is currently considering everything that has happened to get them to this point as they are about to leave contact range with Etheria. Catra joins her on the bridge.
Notes:
So this is just one part of a series. They'll be posted out of order with the time stamps at the beginning. Haven't written in a long while so have mercy on me. X-posted to AO3 as well.
Tags: Smut, Porn With Plot, Rough Sex, Biting, Scratching, light bdsm aspects, Top Adora, Bottom Catra, Blow Jobs, Adora Has a Penis, Recreational Drug Use, if i forgot a tag tell me, Fluff, Not Beta Read
Seven Months Out
The rhythmic thump of heavy bass from two floors down on Darla thrummed through Adora's relaxed body like a second heartbeat.
She was shamelessly lounging on the bridge in her Captain's chair in a pair of baggy grey sweatpants, a white tank top, and the comfortable black slip on shoes she wore day to day around Darla. Her right leg was draped over the plush arm of her chair and her left leg was cocked out, resting comfortably on the floor. Her right arm was folded behind her head and her left was lazily holding onto a glass filled with shimmery dark purple liquid that rippled in sync with the bass.
The bridge was dark save for the few ever present blinking red lights on the various dash boards and panels surrounding the six strategically placed seats that now comprised the ship's bridge. All Entrapta and Hordak's designs. It was just those lights and of course the large windows filled with the brilliant kaleidoscope of stars that were reflected in Adora's peaceful hazed over blue eyes.
She was lost in reflection.
In front of her were countless galaxies filled with countless lifeforms and Adora wanted to meet and learn about them all. And hopefully quell that insatiable drive in her that'd been building steadily for the last four months of the exile to just keep going.
Adora finally knew what a passion was now, something not born out of circumstantial upbringing or a sense of duty, but something you do because you want to. She wants to explore further every day just to find out something new, chart new stars, learn about a different species cultures. She wants to see what Catra feels like in her arms there with her through every new experience, so far removed from their prior life. Untethered. She knows very little about the First Ones, most of it not great, but she does know they were explorers. She figures that's where this passion must come from.
Behind her, falling further and further away every second is Etheria. It's so far away now it's no longer visible even at their highest scanning capacity.
After seven months in space, the last four of them spent finally finding out what kind of person she was outside of child soldier/She-ra, Adora's feelings about their abrupt, messy departure from their home planet had managed to settle down between resignation and dull betrayal.
It's still a very tender spot. Her logical brain understands that Catra and Hordak couldn't just escape any type of punishment for their literal war crimes. It wouldn't be fair to the countless lives forever changed by them. She also will begrudgingly concede that it would have been a slap in the face to every citizen of Etheria if Glimmer had just gone against the public demand and pardoned them. She is also begrudgingly grateful that Glimmer had ordered the most minimal punishment she had within her power as Queen.
But four years exile still seemed so long. Too long. Even longer now that she knew what her and Catra actually had. She thought she had loved Catra at seventeen, but that feeling was hardly a single star in the quadrant compared to the way she felt about her now. And she knew that with every day that passed, the feelings were just getting more and more intense. She couldn't imagine going four days without the magicat, four years was absurd.
Less than an hour after the sentencing they had left Etheria in a messy, absolutely traumatic scene on the front lawn of Brightmoon. Two of them were convicted criminals who had just been exiled from Etheria and two of them were Princesses who refused to just accept being parted for four years, the need to rebuild Etheria be damned. And as an extra spicy surprise they found out a couple of months in, that Double Trouble had stole'd away on Darla for reasons Adora was still unclear on. Something about drama and possibly being wanted.
The first few months in space had been a disaster Adora acknowledged, taking a sip of her drink and savoring the smooth herbal flavor. They had been blindly chasing the idea of restoring magic to the universe like it was their assigned mission, and not just a distraction from their current situation.
The immediate space around Etheria, it turned out, was not nice to begin with.
In the month since Prime's demise a power vacuum had opened up in the area. Entire planets were without the resources to rebuild themselves and were more than willing to fight for them, and there were opportunistic ships filled with bandits everywhere. It was chaos.
And they had flown into the middle of all that and loudly pronounced they had killed Prime and were magic.
Que a three month long shit storm.
They all just suffered.
Entrapta retreated into herself, barely coming out of the engine room unless they were under attack or broke down. She had been shaken to the core by her sudden loss of confidence in the friendships she had tentatively built over the last three years. Friendships she thought were built on mutual respect for their unique abilities and qualities. Entrapta knew she was the smart one. But only Adora, Scorpia, Wrong Hordak, and Catra had spoken on Hordak's behalf even though Entrapta provided sufficient evidence that by killing Prime in the way She-ra had, it had changed Hordak in fundamental ways. Yes he was responsible for what he had done, took responsibility for it, but he was also literally a new being.
When She-ra knocked Prime's ass out of Hordak's body and vanquished him, it was like being baptised, exorcised, and reborn simultaneously. All the clones had experienced it. Hoard Prime could not control them even again, could never take control of them again. An order coded into their very DNA that demanded them to conquer all for Prime was obliterated. That drive, an instinct really, had been as deeply ingrained into them as breathing was.
Hordak was not really washed anew like the other clones though. He didn't go from a mindless drone in a hive mind like the others, no, he'd spent thirty years waging war in Prime's name on Etheria. He was now without purpose. He was overwhelmed with emotions he did not know he was capable of that lurched violently from happiness to guilt and more often than not ended up at rage. He spoke very rarely to anyone but Entrapta unless it was to loudly argue with Adora or Catra or both of them.
Adora had spent those first few months just absolutely drenched in anger and bitterness. Her mind circled around all of the hurt that had been caused during the last three years. So much of it was Adora and Catra's. They were hit with traumatic event after traumatic event for three years, after a traumatic as fuck childhood. And against all odds they had escalated and pushed that stalemate of a war to an end where everyone won. And now because apparently they couldn't have nice things, and Adora was not smart, they found themselves in a big galaxy filled with unexpected dangers. And what were they doing? Chasing and dodging said dangers because they were just barreling ahead under her command asking every being they met if they needed their magic topped off. She was being absolutely reckless and every near catastrophe circled back to two thoughts. I'm not good enough and how could Catra love me?
Catra had felt horrible that Adora had just given up her life on Etheria so she could stay with Catra. But she felt downright evil that she had selfishly agreed to it with very little argument. Adora had pointedly told Catra that this was what she wanted. How could she deserve this? After everything that had happened Adora had chosen her? Wanted her by her side to explore this precious thing they'd started? How could she say no? It was hard for anyone but them to understand how much it meant for Adora to say those words aloud. She wanted Catra. She could not actually believe it still. Fought herself against the notion in fact. She spiraled in self hatred and guilt. Which of course meant she lashed out at Adora because that's what she did.
Adora and Catra got stuck in a vicious cycle of fight, avoid, apologize, rinse, and repeat that went on for two months. And then finally after a truly shitty day, even by those early standards, it came to a head. Catra gathered all three of the brain cells aboard Darla and had a big "aha moment". They actually had their first real mostly calm and open discussion about their feelings and baggage in their lives. They also had sex for the first time. It was a really big aha moment.
Adora hadn't thought it was possible to fall more in love with the magicat but she did. After the incident, Catra began opening up in earnest to Adora. She whispered confessions of love and attraction into her ear, began to slowly become more physically affectionate towards her. Adora's focus started to shift from saving the universe to saving them. If Catra was safe, she was calm enough to be vulnerable for Adora, and it turns out Adora needed that vulnerability like fucking oxygen. It made her better, made her feel like she could do anything in the universe she wanted. It made Adora believe that Catra loved her for her, and not for what Adora could do.
So less running around space with her whole ass showing; ending them up in dangerous situations every other day, and more let's just go away from that situation and see what's over there.
But not enough because they all nearly died in a fiery blaze three months in.
Adora had snapped after healing Catra's broken ribs, pointed Darla in the general direction of far away, and gunned it. They'd cleared the small cluster of planets nearest Etheria that they had been nervously darting around for three months, getting their asses handed to them, and just kept going. She just put the whole magical quest on the back burner indefinitely. It wasn't working, was actively endangering them in fact. It was not conducive to a vulnerable safe Catra.
When they were a safe distance away she had hidden the ship in an asteroid field and Meelog cloaked them. And then Adora had turned to Catra and asked her what she thought they should do next. It had been a very wise decision.
Catra had taken control immediately. First she encouraged/ordered Entrapta and Hordak to use their combined intelligence and any means necessary to get Darla up to date and better suited to surviving four years in space. They absolutely ran with it. They'd practically completely redesigned the layout of the ship and had even managed to expand its size over the last four months. Darla was taking on the character of a jigsaw puzzle with all the different colored materials covering her hull now. Double Trouble called it Junker Chic, Adora said she had character.
After that, and another near death experience for Adora, the magicat had proposed becoming diplomats of sorts for Etheria. Space was dangerous Catra pointed out, and that danger would likely come for Etheria again eventually. Having strong ties to planets already established in the quadrant has leaders could only be helpful.
And as her last decision Catra had released Adora from any responsibility except for occasionally parading She-ra out when the situation called for it. Her girlfriend had poked and prodded at the new ember of passion in Adora's heart until it was a raging fire.
It had been an amazing change in their lives.
Still seven months in space and in her heart, Adora was still so raw from the sheer trauma of the entire trial, convictions, and absolutely cataclysmic immediate aftermath. She'd had to carry Catra aboard Darla because the magicat was crying so hard. She felt...betrayed? Somehow used in a way she couldn't express? She had nearly died over and over and over again for Etheria. She nearly lost Catra forever for Etheria. And all they got were two weeks before everything went to absolute shit and strangers who didn't know the full story started demanding Catra's permanent exile. Some had even called for execution despite Etheria not having a death sentence. "Make one" someone had said. Adora had nearly ran them through with her sword.
Adora knows if they are ever gonna return at the end of the exile she's gotta heal more. Has to get to a place where she wants to go back. They all do.
Two decks down, in Darla's expanded cargo bayn the wildest party this side of Etheria was raging on at, what her body believed to be, very very late at night. The beat changed suddenly, becoming more powerful, and it startled Adora out of her musings. The tempo sped up and the bass pounded harder and Adora released a throaty chuckle. Her groin tightened, partly from the vibrations and partly from the effects of the drink coursing through her blood. She took a long swill of her glass and moved to rest her right hand firmly on her lap, rubbing her hardening dick through her pants and sighing in contentment.
The thing Adora lovef most about this aimless explorer diplomatic lifestyle they'd gradually slipped into was the culture they'd shared with scores of different species. The drink in her hand was supplied by the fourteen Chix'eks currently onboard the ship at the moment, who were also supplying the music.
Of all of the species they'd met so far, the Chix'eks are by far Adora's favorite. Tall and willowy bipeds, their shimmery smooth bichromatic scales come in countless color combinations and their facial features remind Adora of a bird of prey. They were also the most sincere, friendly beings Adora has ever met, and their language was beautiful. When Adora had been downstairs with them earlier she had taken her translator earpiece out and just listened to them. It was like glass windchimes in a steady breeze. They also were absolute party animals. Like having a pretty good time was in their specie's nature.
They'd been traveling with this group for the last two weeks for no other reason than they were all going the same direction for a bit.
The Chix'eks were highly intelligent and eager to share their knowledge and learn from Hordak and Entrapta's own wealth of knowledge, Catra and Double Trouble practically fed off of their clever sharp wit and general "we're always at a rave" vibes, and Adora just loves listening to their intricate music and sampling the various mind altering substances they have crafted over several millions of years of inherited knowledge.
Medicine was a specialty craft amongst their species. Their medicine was arguably the furthest advanced in this quadrant of space. The fact that the plants that grew on their home planet could affect every species they had met so far seemed fantastically impossible to Adora. But she had experienced it first hand when she'd contracted some kind of alien plague virus from hell and almost died. It was not a great time. Catra had new nightmares for several weeks. But by chance a group of the scaled beings had happened upon them and saved Adora just cause they could. And then offered to make some introductions to other friendly worlds in that part of space. They'd sparked that explorative vibe.
Oh yeah, and their passion for making addictive free, highly specialized, mind altering substances was a huge bonus.
She was glad they were on board right now providing her strange crew with comrade and the drink in Adora's hand that has allowed her to sit and think in total peace for the last hour. It would probably be one of those nights otherwise. Outside of the moments she spent wrapped up in Catra's arms, where nothing else existed but them, Adora still couldn't ever just relax. It was a little easier these days, maybe because now her mind was usually racing about exciting things, but tense situations brought out her worst self destructive habits.
And they were in a tense situation, party aside.
They were almost at the point in space where they wouldl no longer be able to contact Etheria and Etheria will no longer be able to contact them. Entrapta officially called it Point Zero. As it was, the contact they did have with home had a two week delay. They'd hovered around this point for the last month. They'd even recorded a message telling Etheria they'd be leaving contact range for a while. It was an open-ended goodbye disguised as an update, just in case.
Adora knew the decision to venture out beyond this point was on her shoulders.
Entrapta and Hordak would have loved nothing more than to gain new scientific knowledge so they could continue their shared passion for turning Darla into a flying impenetrable fortress. As well as collecting new tech to bring back to Etheria to modernize the planet.
Double Trouble wad having the time of Their fucking life expanding Their repertoire of mimicry far beyond the limits of Etheria, and raising hell in Their wake for the drama of it all. Their gift for espionage had been especially useful on several occasions as well, either to get them all out of a tight spot, or just to gather information for Adora's research.
And Catra. God Catra had absolutely burst like a supernova away from Etheria. Gone was the self loathing, guilt ridden magicat who was immediately resigned to being torn away from Adora and tossed onto Beast Island because she thought she deserved it.
Catra is thriving in space, completely free of the demons that plagued her on Etheria. She's still as snarky and sharp tongued as ever but nowadays she smiled more often than not. Her eyes were brighter. She purred almost constantly. And they hadn't fought about anything more serious than what to eat for dinner in months.
Catra had slipped into the not exactly legit role of Etherian Ambassador like a second skin. Her skill for strategy and diplomacy were nearly fully responsible for Adora's continued ability to study other species without coming across as some insane space tourist. They'd made real diplomatic ties with other planets because Catra was a strategic genius. All she asked of Adora was to bring out She-ra when the need for "oohs and aware" occasionally arose. A smiling eight foot tall muscled goddess with a sword really topped off a presentation.
Adora had never in her life seen Catra so happy and carefree.
But still all that aside, Catra had made it very clear that where Adora wanted to go, she wanted to go. They were in sync now more than they'd ever been in their lives, more than Adora suspected they could have achieved on Etheria. Their bond seemed impenetrable after seven months of constant reliance on one another, cohabitation, and working through most of their shit. When they moved these days, they moved as one.
Just thinking about her lover made Adora's heart race in her chest and her dick jumped, going from a semi, to rock hard in seconds. She inhaled deeply at the sensation, and downed the last of her drink.
The drink wasn't usually this potent. Adora had been drinking a much lower dosage of it every morning at breakfast for a couple of months. It helped her to concentrate during the day, helped to keep her thoughts from spiraling when things were tense or she felt like she'd messed up. Entrapta had explained brain chemistry to Adora briefly, she got the gist of it. She didn't need to have an in-depth understanding of it to get that it really helped just manage everything.
Tonight's drink though was not about mental health management and all about that really good Chix'ekian time.
She set the empty glass on the small table at her side and shifted so she could pull her hardened cock out of her pants. The drink had a massive effect on her senses and her libido. Everything was so intense. It felt like she perceived time slower.
For example her sense of smell was so heightened now she could smell Catra, knew she was making her way down the hall to the bridge. Her heady earthy aroma was addictive. Adora had only been minutely aware of it growing up, when they were pressed up against each other in their bunk, or claws to sword in battle. She'd never stopped to examine the nature of it, why Catra had such a distinctive scent compared to everyone else. She hadn't understood pheromones. She didn't understand the magicat instinct to mark and claim. She understood now though that Catra was different on a very basic level from Adora. It made Adora love her more.
The door barely made a sound as it opened and closed. Adora stroked herself lazily as she listened to Catra pad softly across the carpeted floor, her eyes still drawn to the wild unexplored space in front of them.
She felt Catra move around her chair and her eyes turned away from the view to watch her girlfriend kneel in front of her lap, rest her head on Adora's thigh, and begin gently running a clawed hand over Adora's exposed stomach, inches away from where Adora was stroking her own dick.
Catra's eyes were wide, pupils blown, and her voice when she spoke was practically sinful. "Hey Adora," she rasped out looking up at Adora as she scent marked her inner thigh. Adora took a deep breath and her lips curled into an absolutely love drunk smile.
"Hey Catra," Adora replied, her free hand immediately going to Catra's cheek and scratching behind her ear.
Her gaze drifted down to Catra's neck, and the thick white collar affixed with a golden o-ring she was wearing. This was a rather recent addition to their relationship and Catra had only ever worn it in their cabin. But she smelt of the woodsy incense the Chix'eks liked to burn and the herbal blend they'd created for Catra to smoke. Which meant Catra was wearing it at the party. Her dick twitched in her hand.
Catra purred at the affection and movedn her hand from the blond's stomach to swat away Adora's hand from her straining dick and began softly stroking it herself. The fine furs on her palms felt amazing to Adora's overly sensitive cock and she groaned with pleasure, head lulling back as she buried her hand in Catra's wild shoulder length hair.
"Those Chix'eks really know their stuff," Catra hummed as she shuffled closer and higher on her knees so she could press a small kiss to the base of the blond's length.
"Feeling good?" Adora asked, chuckling. She tightened her grip on Catra's mane slightly and kept her in place against her dick. She moaned when the corner of Catra's lips pressed momentarily against her balls.
"Feeling great," Catra said before beginning to lick at the hot flesh in front of her face "I'll be bummed when they break off to go home."
"Oh my god same," Adora said laughing and breaking out into a wide smile. Gently she pushed Catra backwards and sat upright in her chair, kicking her shoes off and to the side.
"You know," Catra said as Adora pulled her back towards her lap, "we're about ten minutes till we're out of range."
She might have said it conversationally but Adora knew Carta was nervous about Adora's decision. But Adora was not. Just like she wasn't nervous when she leapt into the darkness in Prime's ship, just like when she chose to spend some well deserved time with the love of her life over "duty", and just like the time she gave Catra control of their situation.
Adora pushed Catra back, leant forwards, and cupped both of Catra's cheeks, fingers immediately curling around her ears. She kissed the magicat on the forehead and deeply inhaled her scent. "Kitten I sent the message and set the course for straight ahead when I came in here an hour ago. I want to see what else is out there." Her blue eyes flitted up hungrily to the stars and then back to Catra before she reclined back into her chair.
Catra didn't look up, but she did release a suspiciously watery chuckle before she shifted forwards and wrapped her perfect lips around the head of Adora's cock suddenly. She took it deep down her throat so fast it seemed effortless. Adora groaned obscenely and buried her hands in Catra's hair, her grip tight and immediately desperate.
Adora's cock wasn't exactly small. Fully erect as she was now it was eight inches long and thick as fuck. And Catra just kept sliding her lips further and further down her length until they were stretched taunt and her breath was coming out in hot, fast puffs against Adora's abdomen.
"Gods, fuck Catra," Adora groaned out as Catra's head began to bob up and down in her lap. The blond watched Catra's throat greedily as the muscles contracted to deep throat her over and over again. They were strained against her collar.
Adora felt a sudden sharp sting at the base of her dick and hissed loudly in pleasure. Occasional knicks on her dick were an unavoidable experience when the woman sucking it regularly had needle sharp fangs. Adora relished in the familiar sting, craved it actually.
Adora's fingers tightened roughly in Catra's hair and when the magicat made to bob up, Adora forced her back down until Catra's claws pressed into her thighs, easily piercing through her sweats and into her skin. The magicat sputtered around the cock firmly blocking her airway.
Catra let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yowl as she struggled to breath for a second. And when Adora pulled her back up she sucked in a ragged breath before a deep growl rumbled in her chest. Her bi-colored eyes were completely blown and she pulled against Adora's hand, trying to take the blond down her throat again.
"Fuck you're so desperate to choke on my dick, aren't you Kitten?" Adora slurred out. She didn't even wait for a response, just shoved Catra back down as her hips jolted up.
She began fucking Catra's throat in a slow but firm pace. Push Catra down and hold her there for a few long moments and then yank her up. Catra was growling nearly non-stop as she fought to keep her lips firmly wrapped around Adora and the vibrations from it made Adora's toes curl into the carpet.
She could happily cum like this, just release herself into Catra's eager mouth like she'd done plenty of times before, but she was suddenly starving for more. Catra's body was practically writhing on the floor, her hips jerking forwards repeatedly, and her thighs pressed firmly together. The sight of her girlfriend so fucking turned on from sucking her dick made Adora feel godsdamn invincible.
"Up," Adora ordered, not waiting for Catra to respond before she was leaning over and practically ripping the magicat's leggings off. Catra was too far gone for words or to be much help, and Adora practically had to pick her up to get the pants and underwear off her feet. She made quick work of both of their shirts too. "Come on," she growled, pulling her writhing girlfriend into the chair with her.
Adora pulled Catra forwards at the hips, pressing her down until Catra's dripping pussy was pressed against her abs. Immediately Catra started rubbing wantonly against against her, spreading her slick up down Adora's stomach. Her mouth found Adora's neck and she began pressing possessive needy kisses against her.
"Fuck you're so sexy," Adora groaned as she held firmly onto Catra's hips and watched her grind against her. Adora didn't need heightened senses to know even after multiple showers, she was going to smell like Catra for days.
"Mine," Catra growled out territorially as she made new marks to Adora's already colorful neck.
"All yours Kitten," Adora agreed. She loved feeling Catra move against her like this, but her dick was begging for relief.
It was difficult to push the writhing Catra back enough to enter her. Her girlfriend was nearly completely gone, operating on her most base instincts and desires, but Adora managed to grab her hips in a bruising grasp and lower her further down her body.
Her own hips were jerking violently upwards on their own volition and it was a frantic moment as she tried to hold Catra still enough that she could stroke up into her. "Hold still," she ordered, her blunt nails digging into Catra's hips demandingly. Catra let out a frustrated growl but stopped fighting against Adora. Adora grunted as she shifted their bodies, lined up, and slammed her dick hilt deep into her girlfriend.
Catra let out a guttural sound from deep in her chest and her claws raked through Adora's hair, pulling their foreheads together. "S-so good f-fuck Adora," she stuttered through clenched teeth as Adora began slamming up into her roughly.
Their eyes were wild and locked onto one another's. The room was filled with the thumping bass, the lewd wet sounds of their thighs slapping together, Adora's harsh ragged breathing, and a constant rumbling growl from Catra.
Every time she bottomed out in her lover Adora's heart skipped a beat. Catra's pussy was clenching around her cock almost in sync to the music and Adora felt like she would die if she couldn't get further into Catra. She wanted to live inside the woman in her lap.
Catra's head fell to Adora's shoulder and she began rambling out adoration and praise for Adora as she sucked, licked, and bit at Adora's neck repeatedly. "Fuck s-soooo fucking good. You fuck! You're f-fucking me so g-good Adora Fuck." Her body was becoming pliant above Adora, allowing the blonde to drill up at her own pace and pull Catra down on her like a toy.
The praise combined with a bite hard enough to draw blood at the juncture of her neck and shoulders had Adora howling. Adora was like a woman possessed as she heaved both of their bodies up and then down onto the floor. Catra began to scramble up when Adora pulled out of her but frantically got into position when Adora started to forcefully roll her over into her hands and knees.
This was Catra's preferred position to get fucked and Adora wasted no time before slamming back into her girlfriend. She leaned over Catra until her front was flush against the magicats silky back and braced herself on her right arm. Her left hand shot up to Catra's neck and her fingers dug in between her collar and fur.
"Fuck!" Catra howled as Adora began violently rocking against her, pushing her further to the floor each time. Catra's claws were fully extended, digging grooves into the carpet and scraping at the metal beneath it. "I love you," she growled out, giving up any control she had left and just letting Adora pound into her.
"Y-you're my, my fucking whole world," Adora managed to gasp out as she lurched above Catra. "I w-want to be inside you forever."
Catra trilled below her and her pussy began to clench so hard around Adora's cock it felt nearly impossible to pull out. She felt like Catra was sucking her into her. They were almost completely down on the carpet now, with most of Adora's weight fully on Catra.
"Mine," Catra growled desperately, her eyes were clenched shut and her body had begun to violently tremble. Her claws were locked several inches down into the floor beneath them.
"Yours. All yours. Everything I am is for you," Adora gasped out. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she felt like it was about to explode and her focus had completely narrowed to the feeling of Catra's pussy gripping her cock like a vice.
She could feel a scream building up in Catra's chest below her and Adora latched onto her shoulder with her teeth. She bit down hard and Catra's head snapped back as she screamed Adora's name and tipped over into her orgasm.
Adora's balls and upper thighs were drenched as Catra's pussy spasmed and squirted below her. The feeling of Catra's white hot release was it for Adora. She slammed down once, twice, a third time, and then her body went rigid as her own orgasm ripped through her. The blond's back arched and her head snapped back, eyes open and wide, her vision filled with porta literal stars as she emptied her balls deep into her girlfriend.
Below her Catra writhed and rubbed up into Adora, her pussy was milking Adora's dick for every last drop of cum it could. Adora felt dizzy from her violent release and she pressed them both down against the floor, barely managing to not rest completely atop Catra's petite frame.
They laid there together like that for a long while. Taking greedy breaths and shaking against each other. Adora was still buried deep inside Catra as the woman's pussy contracted around her. Finally when Adora started to come back to herself she eased out of her lover, chuckling lightly at the disgruntled whine Catra let out.
"Ssh baby," Adora cooed. She kept a hand on the small of Catra's back and stroked her fingers through the thick fur as she straightened up on her knees. Her back gave a satisfying crack at the stretch and she sighed looking down at Carta whose fingers were starting to dig into the floor rhythmically. Her hips were raised trying to get as close as possible to Adora's gently scratching hand. "Come on baby," Adora murmured softly as she picked Catra up.
Catra was practically boneless in her arms but Adora managed to get her knees locked around her waist and her arms over her shoulders before she hoisted both of them up off of the floor. She took a moment to get her bearings and wrapped an arm more securely under Catra's ass.
Catra had almost immediately started purring after Adora picked her up and now it was turning into a loud rumble as she nuzzled her face in Adora's neck and started to scent her. "Bed," she grumbled out against Adora's skin as her claws started to kneed the blond's shoulder.
Adora chuckled and gently butted her head against Catra's. "Yes bed time now," she whispered softly as she spared one last glance to the star filled windows in front of her before focusing on the task at hand.
By Adora's estimate she had about five to ten minutes to get Catra to the privacy of their cabin before the magicat would be forcefully holding Adora down regardless of where they were. Catra's after sex hormone driven instincts were always pretty strong and were Adora's absolute favorite moments to witness. She knew they'd be intense tonight with how hard they'd fucked and Catra still riding the high of that Chix-ekian herbal blend she'd smoked.
"Okay," she murmured taking stock of the situation. This was not her first naked Catra on the bridge rodeo. She knew there was no way she was going to be able to put Catra down long enough to get their clothes back on, the possibility didn't even cross her mind. Still, in an attempt at civility she toed their discarded clothing into a pile and mostly kicked it under her chair.
Adora took a few steps to Catra's chair and grabbed the large fluffy blanket folded up in it. "Hold tight baby," she whispered, waiting a second for Catra to tighten around her body before shaking out the blanket and wrapping it around their bodies.
She grimaced a little at the ten rivets cut into the floor at her feet. Double Trouble would have a field day with that. She shrugged because what could she really do about it now? Quickly she checked Darla's readings before heading off of the bridge. Out in the dim hallways of Darla she could just slightly make out the sounds of music and laughter and it made her smile impossibly wider as she tightened her grip around her purring girlfriend.
She had just reached their door when Entrapta swung around the corner laughing. She just managed to stop herself from running into them and snapped back. Hey smile was sweet as she observed them. "Hi Adora," she managed to whisper out despite her obvious excitement.
"Hi Entrapta," Adora giggled lightly, shifting Catra's weight to her other arm.
"I've noticed we have continued on at our current trajectory Adora," Entrapta whispered, her hair expressing her obvious delight with the way it rolled around her body.
"Indeed," Adora whispered and then smiled widely when Entrapta had to cover her mouth with her hair to keep her excited shriek down.
"Goodnight Adora," Entrapta whispered, and then leant towards Catra and whispered even quieter "goodnight Catra."
Gently Entrapta patted the area between Catra's ears with her hair, and Adora had to push down a delighted gasp when Catra's tail came up and curled around the end of the hair. Adora honestly felt like she could cry at the way Catra's tail intimately held onto Entrapta, swirling around her hair for a few seconds before dropping back down to tuck under the blanket. That gesture from Catra held more meaning than any hug could and it was clear from the happy smile on Entrapta's face that she understood that. The princess waved before barreling back the way she'd come from.
A sharp, pointed nip at her shoulder made Adora chuckle and she turned and walked them into their cabin. She shrugged off the blanket wrapped around them and headed into their little bathroom, Catra still in her arms.
In a clearly practiced routine she ran a washcloth under warm water and brought it up between them to wipe at the sticky mess between Catra's legs. Catra was starting to purr like a skiff motor now and rub her face in earnest against Adora's neck and shoulders.
Satisfied that Catra's fur wouldn't mat Adora headed back into their bedroom and turned out the lights. A light glow from the baseboards was all the light Adora needed to walk the few feet to their bed. She turned around and carefully lowered their bodies down, her muscles tensed to keep them from tipping back. They had picked up the unique bed a few planets ago after Catra had fallen in love with the design. It's sides raised up gradually creating a deep pocketed area in the middle. It was a little tricky to get in and out of, but being nested down in the middle with Catra was absolutely worth it.
After some practiced maneuvering Adora laid down and stretched out her legs, a deep sigh releasing from her chest as Catra wrapped her body around Adora's. A big goofy smile split Adora's face in half as Catra started to rumble on top of her. A moment later her kneading started back up and she began to lick gently at Adora's bruised and scraped neck.
Adora was absolutely blissed out with contentment as she buried her fingers into Catra's furr, one hand right above her tail, the other behind an ear, and started scratching. The rumbling and purring kicked up several notches and Catra began to lick at her skin in earnest.
She'd learned a lot in the last seven months, but the most important lesson had been figuring out all the ways Catra had been saying "I love you" since they were toddlers. She hadn't gotten it before the heart, hadn't thought it was possible because Catra had never said the words out loud. But every purr, nuzzle, and kneed Catra had let out just for Adora had said it for her. Adora was so fucking glad that circumstances aside, she'd finally gotten the chance to figure this out.
The room was absolutely silent but Adora could still feel the light soothing pulse of bass. They laid together for a long time as Catra's rough tongue laved over Adora's neck and upper torso. Adora kept up her diligent scratching, shifting whenever necessary to give Catra easy access to her body. The sounds coming out from Catra were honestly favorite sounds in the universe, a constant deep purr that was laid under a rumbling growl.
Catra was apparently satisfied with her grooming job because she started to settle against Adora, her purr has toned down into a lazy idle as she gently rubbed her scent glands against the splotchy skin of Adora's neck
"I love you so much," Catra murmured, shifting up to press gentle kisses against Adora's face. Her eyes blinked slowly.
"I love you too," Adorab breathed out before pulling Catra down to settle her head on Adora's chest. Adora kept gently stroking behind Catra's ears up until the moment sleep claimed her, warm and content, wrapped completely around her lover.
Darla cruised quietly through space for parts unknown.
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DT and Catra are friends again after season five, and by default they start spending more time together. To prevent her from feeling left out, Catra includes Adora sometimes. They wouldn't be friends otherwise, but DT and Adora form something of an alliance and then an actual friendship. This is PURELY for the sake of the "respect their pronouns or die by my sword" line being used at some point. Please list your headcanons below.
I'm for it. I'm for DT having any friends honestly xD Adora is such a hero - imagine her being one of the few people who's ever defended them.
Headcanons for a DT + Adora friendship:
Teasing Catra together. So much.
DT using their analysis skills to decode some of Catra's baffling behaviors that Adora didn't get at the time. "One time when we were like thirteen I told her she smelled different and she got rly mad and embarrassed and ran away??" "She was probably having her first heat, love. Cats get those." "...OHHHHH 😳"
Adora no longer getting away with wearing that same outfit over and over because DT will hit her with that Fashion Judgment Look.
Hair poof buds.
DT, being a well-traveled sort, teases Adora for not knowing basic things about the world outside the Horde. Sometimes they tell her wrong information and laugh when she believes it.
(But sometimes they go too far and have to make an awkward apology or the entire alliance will be mad at them)
Adora actually protecting them from danger? And not expecting anything in return?? Like they know she's just Like That, but still... for them? When she knows it's them and not some character they're pretending to be? Wild.
Outings with Catra where Adora has to be the voice of reason to keep the night from ending in arson or something.
Adora pressuring them into begrudgingly doing the right thing without any benefit to them. Occasionally.
DT pressuring her into being more selfish when she's falling back into sacrificing what she wants for everyone else. Lots of sass included.
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She-Ra Count of Monte Cristo AU
Inspired by the 2009 Count of Monte Cristo musical.
Adora is a quickly rising star among the Horde’s Force Captains, with her Lieutenant- soon to be Wife?- Catra by her side and her squad backing her up she seems unstoppable. But, this is causing friction among the more established Force Captains, who- aided by Shadow Weaver who’s begun to realize she lost control of Adora the moment she hit the field- secretly imprison her on Beast Island.
Ten years later, Catra, who was never even able to find out where Adora went, has been forced to admit that she’s dead and has settled in to working under Captain Scorpia, tentatively, finally, letting herself begin to move on.
Meanwhile, a scarred, dead-eyed woman staggers out of the Whispering Woods, dragging King Micah to the steps of Bright Moon before leaving to return to the Horde. Her name? Despara.
Plot outline below, someone else please write this fully so I don’t have to.
Chapters named for their corresponding songs in the musical.
Prologue: Glimmer POV. It’s another day of infuriating stalemate when the woman arrives, carrying a miracle on her back, her father, terribly injured but alive after twenty-five years. But there’s something off about this woman. She won’t tell anyone her name, Micah won’t wake up, and whenever anyone meets her gaze there’s something awful in her one good eye. It comes to a head when the woman breaks into her father’s sealed armoury, stealing powerful magical artifacts and escaping into the night, leaving Glimmer defeated in her wake with only a name, “Force Captain Despara.”
When Love Is True: Adora POV. Ten years prior, Catra and Adora are taking the Horde and the rest of the world by storm, practically celebrities in their own right. Adora thinks she has a way to get Catra promoted to Force Captain as well; their accomplishments have actually managed to draw the attention of Lord Hordak himself and she thinks a couple more missions might be enough to get an audience with him. The two of them talk about all the things they’ll finally be able to do unrestricted once it’s happened. There are makeouts, it’s disgustingly fluffy, and Catra teases Adora for it the whole time.
Unbeknownst to Adora, the last thing Shadow Weaver wants is for the two of them to get any more power. When they’re summoned to the Force Commander’s chamber she tries to re-establish her control over them, but Adora refuses to step aside. So close to what she thinks of as the end of their time under the witch’s thumb she refuses to let Shadow Weaver use them against each other any more. They are dismissed, unknowing that it was a final test, and Adora just failed it.
A Story Told: Force Captain Octavia POV. Three of the old-guard Force Captains, Octavia, Grizzlor, and a Lizardfolk(referred to hereon as Hyldren), have met in secret to discuss what should be done about Adora. She’s gathered too much influence too fast, the only Force Captain the rank and file love more than her is Scorpia, and no one has a better operation record, but unlike Scorpia, Adora won’t bend the knee to anyone other than Shadow Weaver. They need to figure out how to knock her down a peg.
The meeting is interrupted by Shadow Weaver, who prevents the others from trying to talk their way out of being discovered by revealing that Adora has outlived her usefulness, and she intends to do something that will either bring her to heel, or kill her. Either way, the problem will be solved.
Weeks later, they trick Catra into going ahead and capture Adora during a base transfer, making it look to like she was attacked by marauders from the Crimson Wastes on the road while they bring her to Beast Island, leaving Adora with a single flare, enchanted by Shadow Weaver to only be usable once Adora is willing to be completely subservient to her.
I Will Be There: Alternating Adora and Catra POV. Adora struggles to survive alone on Beast Island, keeping herself motivated by thinking of Catra, who she’s certain will figure out what’s happened and rescue her soon. Her first section ends with her meeting King Micah.
Cut to Catra, who is trying to find out what happened to Adora, refusing to believe that she’s gone even as she and the rest of their squad are reassigned to Scorpia. Catra manages to convince Scorpia to help her investigate, wowing Scorpia with her confidence that they can get to the bottom of it and rescue Adora, even if they have to tear the entire Crimson Waste inside out to do it.
From there the POV alternates, going through moments from the next five years where the two of them keep themselves going with thoughts of the other. Adora learning magic and how to survive on Beast Island from Micah, and Catra steadily leading Scorpia to conquer the Crimson Waste.
Every Day A Little Death: Alternating Adora and Catra POV. Adora collects injuries and scars from her struggle to survive, and every day it gets a little harder to believe anyone is coming for her. A monster blinds her in one eye, leaving an enormous scar down the side of her face and across her throat. She loses an arm in a freak accident and Micah fashions her a crude magic prosthetic that gets steadily more refined as three more years pass.
Catra’s frustration grows as they consolidate the Horde’s hold on the Crimson Waste and still no one can tell her what was done with Adora, they can’t even find anyone who remembers someone by her description. And every day it gets a little harder to believe that there’s anyone left to save.
Adora breaks when something breaks her nose and it heals straighter than it was before, realizing that at this point almost no one would recognize her even if she ever got off the island. During her breakdown she finally gets Micah to admit he’s been there for over twenty years. It sinks in that no one is coming, and she hopes the reason is that no one knows where she is.
Rage begins to take hold of her, because what reason did Shadow Weaver have to do this to her? To take her entire life from her? And she breaks Shadow Weaver’s flare in her prosthetic hand.
When The World Was Mine: Catra POV. Catra breaks when her squad, led by Scorpia, corner her after it’s become clear she’s not sleeping. She’s been lashing out and then retreating to places where she thinks no one can hear her forcing herself to calm down, her sleep schedule is erratic at best, and worst of all, she only seems to be getting worse the more false leads they have to discount. Scorpia tells her she knows what it’s like to grieve someone you aren’t ready to let go of, showing Catra the picture of her mothers. But if someone’s gone, no amount of denying it is ever going to bring them back, and all she’s doing by refusing to let herself grieve is hurting herself more.
Catra breaks down surrounded by people she has to begrudgingly admit are her friends.
The world loses some of its luster for her, it’s difficult for her to stay motivated once she’s admitted that Adora’s gone, but Scorpia helps her work through it, and by two more years later she’s back in peak form again. Quieter, sadder, but sharper and more dangerous for how she understands heartbreak now, and how to use it.
When We Are Kings: Micah POV. It’s taken two years and a lot of close calls, but Adora and Micah have managed to map out the currents and guard rotations for the area around Beast Island, and they’re ready to make their escape attempt.
The rage Adora felt has crystallized into a cold hatred, she’d been planning her return to the Horde for a decade, but now her plans are much less about taking back her life and more about punishing everyone responsible for taking it from her. And from the stories about Bright Moon and Mysticor Micah had tried to use to sway her, he’s given her everything she needs to make Shadow Weaver let her get close enough to enact her vengeance.
Micah is gravely injured in their escape attempt, and with his last words before he passes out he pleads with Adora to remember what she really wanted to get back to, to put that before her revenge. Because he can see the rage growing in her won’t be satisfied with just revenge, if she stays on this path, she’ll destroy herself, and take everything else with her just to try and feel a moment’s peace that won’t come.
Hell To Your Doorstep: Alternating Catra and Adora POV. Six months later, Scorpia’s team is reassigned back to the Fright Zone to help train the next generation of cadets, something that irks Catra, but she finds she has more of a soft spot for the kids than she thought she would.
She begins hearing rumors, however, of a newcomer Force Captain, someone rarely seen in the Fright Zone, but apparently a terror on the battlefield, a woman named Despara.
She’s surprised when she’s summoned by the woman, but Catra hasn’t lived this long by ignoring people when she doesn’t know what they were capable of.
When she first lays eyes on Despara there’s a moment where she’s familiar; it’s shorter, but her hair’s the same colour as Adora’s and she’s the same height. But then Despara turns around, smiles, and the memory is gone. Adora’s eyes were never so flat, her attention had never felt so cold, Despara’s posture is too aggressive, too predatory, and her nose is too straight. The woman’s smiles don’t reach her furious eye the way Adora’s had, she doesn’t even smell right, and to Catra’s discomfort she comes close enough that anyone would be able to smell her as she seemingly tries to make nice even as she stalks around Catra, speaking in a ragged voice likely due to whatever caused the scar across her throat.
She asks strange questions, mostly about Scorpia, and every answer seems to frustrate the Force Captain more, like she’s expecting Catra to have some secret knowledge for her that she just doesn’t. Catra leaves the meeting more confused than anything else.
Cut to Adora. She’d been hoping, so much, that Catra would recognize her. She feels stupid for thinking she would when Shadow Weaver hadn’t, when none of the people responsible for taking everything from her had, when Catra has Scorpia now. Catra had been Adora’s lifeline, and she’d moved on. She tears apart her office, the hate in her chest searing hot until she’s exhausted herself and it simmers back down into its usual cold burn. She hadn’t expected to need to add Scorpia to the list of people she is going to crush. It’s a shame, Adora had liked Scorpia, but now, all Despara can see is someone else who’s stolen from her.
She plans, and the hate in her heart digs deeper.
Ah, Women: Despara(Adora) POV. Despara bides her time, though she finds herself gravitating back to the Fright Zone more and more often to watch Catra with the cadets. One catches her attention, a magicat child named Finn she sees trailing after another recruit with a familiar expression in their eyes. The same she knows used to be in hers when she looked at Catra.
Something of Adora responds the sight, so she waits until training is over one day and takes them aside under the pretense of interviewing them for inclusion in her squad. She asks them about their squad, who they’d need to come with them if they were to be assigned to a Force Captain, and lets herself be Adora- if only in her mind- for a bit while they gush about their friends. Thinking about how best to help this child instead of her revenge for a moment is almost invigorating, but it’s over too soon. When she brings Finn back to the Barracks she catches Catra watching her, eyes suspicious and accusing, protective of her cadet. Despara’s walls come right back up; this isn’t for her anymore, Adora would have been able to help look after them, Despara has no use for them.
I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead: Catra POV. Despara has been hanging around the edges, haunting the barracks like a vengeful specter, it sets Catra’s teeth on edge. She’s only seen Despara soften once, around Finn, but she remembers how the hard edges had come right back when she’d noticed Catra watching, remembers how Shadow Weaver used softness against Adora, so that only makes her warier, makes her ensure the woman doesn’t have the chance to get Finn alone again.
Her next full confrontation with Despara comes months later, during a sparring demonstration with Scorpia. The woman barges in, the cold in her eye burning with rage, and demands to spar with the other Force Captain.
As the two spar, Catra starts noticing little things in the way Despara moves in a fight; her precision, the steps she takes before she makes a strike, the specific way she braces herself before a block. Catra finds herself almost anticipating Despara’s moves before she makes them and a hope she’d buried deep starts to stir as Despara, for all her vicious determination, is slowly overwhelmed by Scorpia’s experience and size advantage.
She asks Scorpia to tag in, she needs to know.
Sparring against Despara is like slipping back into an old, favourite bed, like coming home; she can hardly believe it, and from the way Despara’s good eye softens, neither can she. It’s not long before they’re dancing the same dance they used to, each so familiar with the other’s movements and tactics that they could spar uninterrupted for hours without a winner. Catra looks at Adora, hard and angry but her Adora, back from the dead after ten years, and the cold in her good eye- what had happened to Her Adora’s eyes? Where had the fire in them gone? Why didn’t her smiles reach them anymore? What made her move like she’d never been Catra’s?- melts.
Catra breathes her name and after a desperate, yearning moment where Adora leans in, Despara’s walls come back up in an instant, the cold fury breaking their stalemate as she pounces with surprising ferocity. The battle becomes pitched, each of them trying to get back on the offensive, Catra refusing to let Adora retreat behind Despara again, and Despara refusing to let Catra back in.
Eventually, Despara lands a blow, winning the spar, and as they stand there, panting with exertion, the hate in Despara’s gaze solidifies again. “You moved on,” she accuses Catra, turning on her heel before Catra can recover from the shock.
In many ways, Catra doesn’t recover, not until Scorpia manages to shoo the cadets away and find Catra somewhere safe to break down again.
Pretty lies: Alternating Despara and Catra POV. Despara goes back into the field for a time, carving her way across the front lines to try and bury the parts of Adora that dancing with Catra had stirred up from their places. Meanwhile, Catra tries to settle back into her life before she realized that Adora was here, was hurting so badly all alone.
Eventually someone steps forward to challenge Despara directly during a raid, and as Despara steps forward, glad to have someone to direct the wildfire under her skin at, he reveals himself to be Micah. Despara is shocked, she’d only brought him to Bright Moon out of courtesy for how he’d helped her, she never thought he’d actually survive his injuries. Then he calls her Adora, and she resolves to do what Beast Island couldn’t.
Intersperse cutaways to Catra confiding in Scorpia, telling her about how Adora used to be, the light in her eyes, her determination, how kind and honorable she could be even when it was infuriating, their plans for the future, how Catra had wanted to wake up wrapped in Adora’s warmth every day for the rest of her life. The gentle memories contrasting with cuts back to Despara attacking Micah like a woman possessed, like something feral and unstoppable as he tries fruitlessly to talk to her.
Micah and Despara’s fight ends in a draw, but Micah reveals that while he’d been hoping to get through to her he was also keeping her occupied while the Rebellion drove the rest of the Horde away and Despara is forced to retreat.
Meanwhile, Catra resolves to try and rescue Adora, one last time.
All This Time: Catra POV. Despara returns to the Fright Zone in a downright incandescent rage, and Catra finds herself horrified by how she seems somehow even less like Adora with that kind of fire in her eye. But she still goes to her, she has to try, just once.
Despara almost seems frightened of her, the rage struggling to stay on the surface when Catra confronts her. After a little pushing, Despara agrees to let Catra stay with her for the night, to hold each other close like they used to. There’s something of Adora in the way Despara hesitates to touch her, though it’s different now, less like she’s waiting for permission and more like she’s worried Catra’s fur might burn her.
Despara doesn’t melt back into Adora in her arms like Catra had hoped, like she’d seen when they sparred, but it’s progress, and Despara sleeps better than she has in a decade.
The next morning Despara almost seems excited, she tells Catra that her plan is finally going to be ready, that she can finally take her revenge on Shadow Weaver, Octavia, Grizzlor, and Hyldren. For the first time in six months all the Force Captains will be in the same place, now all she needs is to make her move on Shadow Weaver.
As Despara’s trap snaps shut around Shadow Weaver, turning her own magic back against her, Catra can only watch the sick glee on Despara’s face as Shadow Weaver’s screams echo through the chamber, her heart starting to break with how there isn’t even a trace of Adora in that expression. Shadow Weaver subdued, Despara plucks the shard of the Black Garnet from her mask, leaving the Sorceress barely alive in her lair as she slots the gem into her prosthetic, red lightning flashing along it.
Despara doesn’t even seem to notice how Catra flinches at the sight of the magical electricity.
Next are the Force Captains, gathered up in a conference room, Despara enters and slams her prosthetic hand into one of the walls, igniting the spell circle covering the room and channeling the Black Garnet’s lightning through it.
Catra can’t let her do it, Despara was going to torture an entire room of people to death, was going to kill Scorpia, just to get at three of them. Adora would never have done this, if there was ever a moment to try and save her it was now. She pulls her away from the room, breaking her connection to the spell circle.
They fight, Despara utterly blinded by her rage at having been so close to finalizing her revenge and having it denied for even a moment. It’s not the dance of their spar, it’s brutal and grinding, Despara throwing every spell and power she’s learned or stolen into taking Catra down, Catra barely able to keep ahead of it until finally Despara catches her around the throat, baring Shadow Weaver’s gem and preparing to pump every bit of lightning she can conjure into Catra.
Catra tells her to do it, that she’d rather die than have to keep watching Adora be this.
Despara braces herself for the kill, to shed the last trace of her weakness, and Adora can’t do it.
The Man I Used To Be: Adora POV. She can’t do it. Adora drops Catra, tears gathering in her eyes as she shoves Shadow Weaver’s gem out of her arm like it’s burning her. She stumbles away to collapse against a wall, wide-eyed and panting.
She’d been about to kill her, she’d been about to kill Catra the same way she’d spent her whole life terrified Shadow Weaver would. She’d been trying to kill Micah and Scorpia, who’d only ever been kind to her. The cold hatred’s claws around her heart hurt, she’d used them to hold it together, keep it from breaking apart in her chest, but she could feel it, she’d been about to let them crush her.
Catra starts to get up and Adora shatters.
She runs, doesn’t want to see the way Catra had looked at her again. She runs until she’s left the Fright Zone behind, until her legs won’t hold her anymore and then further, until she trips and falls, curling up as small as she can to try and hide.
Catra doesn’t let her, after making sure Scorpia and the others were going to be alright she’s tracked her down. Catra gathers Adora up in her arms and Adora hesitates, but this time it’s right, this time it’s because she can’t believe Catra would let her touch, not because she’s afraid she won’t be able to hold onto the rage in Catra’s arms. Then Catra tells her it’s alright and Adora stops trying to put herself back together, crying as she clings to Catra’s arms around her.
Not 100% on how it would wrap up after that, but I’ve got a vague idea of them going back to the Horde, rescuing the cadets and moving off to live in the Whispering Woods, trying to find these kids’ families to return them. Maybe Micah shows up and is grateful to Catra for helping Adora pull herself back from the brink? I dunno, this sprang fully formed from my brain six hours ago.
#spop#She-Ra#Adora#Catra#Catradora#Maybe a little Scortra?#Mostly I just see them as really good friends in this AU#And Adora jumps to conclusions because she's /absolutely livid/#My work notes#Count of Monte Cristo AU#Prompt#Someone take this off of my hands please I BEG OF YOU#Let Adora be furious 2021
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just full on gratuitously projecting at this point but fuck it: type 1 diabetic catra
at least half of her emotional outbursts are from high/low bloodsugars
horde obvi has shitty healthcare so catra spends a lot of time powering through being sick bc of lack of treatment
also part of shadow weaver’s abuse involved withholding insulin until that one time catra went into dka (diabetic ketoacidosis)
when adora was still with the horde, she was often the one who reminded catra to check her bloodsugar levels and helped her take insulin shots
whenever they go into battle, scorpia always makes sure to take snacks and glucose tablets with her in case catra goes low
when entrapta joins the horde she builds catra a continuous glucose monitor so she doesn’t have to prick her fingers anymore and that’s what leads to catra begrudgingly accepting her friendship
it isn’t until catra joins the rebellion and gets decent doctors that she learns A1Cs can even be in the single digits (most diabetics aim for around 6%, and until then she always hovered around 11%, yikes)
esp with the war over adora spends a lot of time encouraging catra to be mindful of her numbers and talks to the brightmoon doctors about any ways she can be helpful
this leads to a short period of time in which adora freaks out any time catra seems extra hungry or thirsty bc those are well known potential symptoms of out of range bloodsugars
bow and glimmer are the only ones who aren’t super skeptical about letting her eat sugary foods when they first find out, so the three of them and adora spend a lot of late nights in the kitchens sneaking cake until people get that she can actually eat whatever she wants, thank you very much
swiftwind tries to earn points with her by talking about razz and how she has type 2 diabetes and catra straight up punches him in the face bc it’s not the same thing
#spop#catra#catradora#adora#bow#glimmer#scorpia#entrapta#shadow weaver#she ra#she ra and the princesses of power#swiftwind#she ra headcanon#spop headcanon#catra headcanon#diabetic au
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"Jealous, my darling?"
double trouble × reader | drabble
Being a horde soldier was difficult enough as it is. Ever since the portal incident it felt as if work was all one ever did. Rest was minimal with catra yelling orders at every given moment of even slight peace. Hordak wasn't any better... Now here you are hiding within the confines of your room. Letting out a breath of relief you almost collapse onto your bed when a pair of arm wrap around your waist. "Guess who~" they purr gently in your ear as they then nuzzle your cheek with their own in a loving manner. "Double Trouble.." You murmur their name trying to hide your growing happiness. Meeting Double Trouble was sheer coincidence but DT joining the horde? Now that seemed like fate. Turning to face the shape shifter you both lean closer towards one another to share a kiss but a certain felines yell for your beloved actor cut the moment short. You shift your gaze now slipping out of their arms, expression faltering ever so slightly. "You should go.. She sounds angry." You thought your change in attitude would go unnoticed but alas it didn't. Double Trouble would glance behind them to watch your form for a moment before walking away.
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Soon after Double Troubled had been called by catra you had to head back out on another mission. Exhausted and lightly bruised you begrudgingly made your way back towards your quarters when you hear a familiar laugh. Poking your head around the corner you felt a bitter taste in your mouth with anger beginning to build up in your chest. If looks could kill, catra certainly would be dead where she stood. Catra had this strange look on her face as she spoke to Double trouble. Double trouble chuckled lowly as he then placed a hand underneath catra's chin. "Don't you worry kitten, I'll handle everything. Leave it to me~" he smirks. Catra smiles slightly as she then goes to speak before she's cut off by you. "I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to talk to Double Trouble, thanks." You leave no room for response as you marched over grabbing your high heeled lover and pulling them away. "Force captain, Y/N. What do you think your doing?!" Catra yells out pissed. Shooting her a dirty look you say nothing as you haul ass to your room pushing an amused DT in. Once in, you find yourself pinned to wall. "Well Well, that was quite a show you put on darling. Care to explain yourself?" They ask awaiting an answer watching your expression. You don't utter a single word as you glare to which DT then smirks. "..oh dear.. Jealous, my darling?~" You still stay silent but the small reaction you gave was enough for them to lick their lips and break out into a grin as they lowered themselves to your height lingering close towards your lips. "Don't worry.. I only have eyes for you~"
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Oh god.. One of my first writings- im honestly not sure how to feel but I hope it was okay.
#catra shera#she ra#shera and the princesses of power#satpop#double trouble#double trouble she ra#non binary royalty#catra#shera x reader#double trouble x reader
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Honestly write whatever you want catradora is sooo good and I just need to c o n s u m e. An au would be nice, tho it's up to you what kind!
me, chanting: IRON MAN AU IRON MAN AU IRON MAN AU (aka the au no one asked for but the one i wanted to write lmao)
tumblr still isn't letting me add line breaks but i will try to put them in later!! thank you for your patience xx
HI = Horde Industries
~*~
“Hey, Adora - don’t forget you have a teleconference with Hordak tonight,” Catra said as she walked into the lab, marking off something on her clipboard. “I’ve already prepared all the documents you’ll need for the meeting because I know you don’t have the foresight to do that yourself.”
Adora groaned at the thought of dealing with HI business, especially involving Hordak. “Can’t someone else do it?” She paused in tinkering with the various electrical parts in front of her. “Like you?”
Catra rolled her eyes. “Obviously I normally would, but I have tonight off, in case you’ve forgotten.” She clicked her pen shut. “I know you’re utterly incapable without me, but you’ll have to make do for a few hours.”
Adora stood up from her worktable, brushing the front of her pants off before walking over to Catra, a frown creasing her lips. “Why are you taking tonight off?”
Catra laughed, the hint of irritation in her voice making Adora wince. “I’m allowed to have off on my birthday, Adora.”
“Oh. Today’s… your birthday.”
“Mhm. That’s what I just said.” She tucked her pen into the pocket on the front of her shirt.
Adora chewed her lip, shoving her hands into her back pockets. She hadn’t meant to forget. She just… hadn’t grown up with any importance placed on birthdays. “Buy yourself something nice from me, then.”
“Oh, I already did.” Catra smirked as she removed the first paper on top of her clipboard and handed it to Adora - a to-do list for that evening. “Thank you. It was a wonderful gift.”
“It’s nice, I take it?” Adora asked, begrudgingly accepting the paper while simultaneously unable to stop herself from wondering what ‘she’ had bought for Catra.
“It’s amazing. Brings out the blue in my right eye.” She chuckled. “You have impeccable taste.” Catra then glanced at her watch. “Will that be all, Adora?”
A chill always ran down her spine when Catra said her name. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the woman’s lips. “That will be all, Catra.”
There was a lingering silence between them where neither moved, but the ringtone that suddenly blasted from Adora’s phone startled them both out of their reverie. Catra gave her a familiar smirk before leaving, and it took all of Adora’s willpower to stop herself from watching her go.
“What do you want, Glimmer?” Adora grumbled as she answered the phone.
Glimmer snorted. “Well, by that tone I can tell I interrupted you and Catra flirting, didn’t I?”
“You know as well as anyone that Catra and I’s relationship is strictly professional.”
“A blatant lie, but I really don’t have time to argue with you right now. You’re an entire hour late for our flight!”
“Please. It’s my personal jet,” Adora scoffed. “It’s not like it’s going to leave without me.”
“Just get over here stat before you drive me any further to the brink of insanity.”
“Yes, mom.”
~*~
“Light Hope, what is it?”
“It is a sword, Adora.”
“Don’t make me reboot you.”
There was a pause, and if an AI could sigh, Adora had a feeling Light Hope would have. The only noise in the room was the low humming of Light Hope’s system as she scanned the sword.
“It is made of a rare metal,” Light Hope finally said. “Vibranium, I believe it is called. And there are inscriptions along the handle in a ‘forgotten’ language of the ancient Etherians.”
Adora frowned. “First Ones?”
“Correct.”
She tapped her fingers on the table, the sound muffled by her gloves. “Is there any way to translate the inscriptions?”
“Only fragments of First Ones’ writing have survived. However, given time, I can compile a list of all known translations of these writings and see if any applies to the symbols on the sword.”
Adora nodded. “Yes. Do that, please.” She stared at the sword, resisting the urge to pull off her gloves and pick it up. “Also, scan it for radioactivity and anything else that might be dangerous. I want to know if I can touch it bare-handed.”
“Certainly.”
As the AI got to work, Adora tried and failed to tear her gaze away from the blade. Something in her still wanted to grab it and try to interpret the inscription herself, as if somehow an ancient sword was going to fill the void inside her -
“Adora, why the hell do you have a giant sword in here?”
Adora jumped at the sudden voice, turning around to see Catra standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. “I told you to knock before you come in here.”
“Yeah, right,” Catra scoffed, walking around a worktable to get to Adora. “If I knocked every time I came down here, you’d be dead because I wouldn’t have been able to save you from the stupid things you’re always doing.”
“I have never done anything stupid in my life.”
“You have done everything stupid in your life.”
Adora rolled her eyes in what was probably a very childlike but nonetheless cathartic manner. “What, and you haven’t?”
“Not since you hired me!” Catra hissed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Look, what is even going on down here? You get back from a war zone and the first thing you do is start looking at new weapons? Are you kidding me?”
“It’s not a new weapon,” Adora protested, which sounded pathetic even to herself. “It’s a First Ones’ sword. So it’s an old weapon. And all I’m doing is having Light Hope run a few scans on it, okay?”
“What you need to be doing is helping me figure out what we’re doing with the press,” Catra argued. “Everyone is clamoring to know why HI wants to drop out of weapons manufacturing the war against the Rebellion!”
Adora winced at the mention of the war, her mind flashing back to what she’d witnessed HI’s own technology doing to innocent people. Destruction she alone was responsible for. “I know, I know. But right now -”
“I am detecting strange molecular activity from the sword,” Light Hope interrupted.
As if on cue, the sword began to glow with a dim white light.
“Uh, that’s not radiation, right?” Adora asked, instinctively taking a step away even though a part of her wanted to move closer and observe the blade. She was really losing her mind.
“It does not appear to be radioactive,” Light Hope replied as the sword began to glow and pulsate with greater intensity.
“Literally, why do I still work this job?” Catra grumbled, massaging her temples as she glared at the sword warily.
“Because I can’t function without you,” Adora said, stepping between Catra and the sword, keeping an eye on the glowing blade. “But maybe you should consider getting out of here -”
“God, you need to take a break from - from this!” Catra snapped, gesturing to the entire room. “There’s HI business to take care of, Shadow Weaver is breathing down both our necks, and dammit, Adora, I’m really worried about y-”
The room was suddenly filled with a blinding white light emanating from the sword, and Adora jumped out to grab Catra, tackling her to the floor as the sword hissed and sparked and all the lightbulbs in the room exploded.
When the bright light from the sword faded, Adora was able to clearly see the icy glare Catra was directing at her. The awkwardness was only intensified by the rather… intimate position in which they’d landed, with Adora on top and Catra below her.
“Uh…” Adora winced. “In my defense, I did not know that was going to happen.”
~*~
“And you’re sure it’s safe to touch?”
“As certain as I can be, Adora.”
Adora hesitated, then shrugged. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” She pulled off her gloves, then carefully picked up the sword. For such a large blade, it felt surprisingly well-balanced in her hands. “Any updates on a translation of the inscriptions?”
“Yes,” Light Hope replied, sounding as pleased as an AI possibly could. “From what I can determine, the words translate to ‘for the honor of Grayskull’.”
“‘Grayskull’? What’s that?” Or who, Adora supposed.
“Regrettably, I could find no information on that term. But I am still searching.”
“Thanks, Light Hope.” Adora exhaled slowly, running a finger over the symbols carved into the golden handle. “‘For the honor of Grayskull’, huh?”
Out of nowhere, power surged through Adora’s body, strength flowing through her veins as the room was filled with a blinding light not dissimilar to the one from only days earlier.
When the light faded, Adora’s reflection in the glass walls of her lab was no longer her own. A much taller and much blonder woman stood in her place.
Adora somehow managed to bite back a scream of horror as she stared in shock at the stranger who vaguely resembled her, the sword falling from her hands and clattering on the ground at her feet. “Light Hope,” she said through gritted teeth, trying not to panic, “what the hell just happened?!”
“You appear to have transformed into the legendary hero ‘She-Ra’,” Light Hope replied. “I have run diagnostics, and you do not seem to have suffered any ill effects from such. This transformation is likely connected to the words you spoke while holding the sword.”
“Oh, you think?” Adora groaned, her fists clenching. Magic sword. No big deal. “Is there anything in recorded history about She-Ra? Something that could be related to why I am now… her?” All things considered, she thought she was remaining pretty calm about everything. “And how I can turn back into myself?”
“There is extensive documentation. Would you like me to sort through it?”
“Yes. Separate what you think is relevant so I can go over it personally, please.”
“Certainly, Adora.”
An hour or so later, Adora - or should she call herself She-Ra? - was lying atop one of her worktables, surrounded by files with the umpteenth manilla folder in her hand as she tried to force herself to continue reading about She-Ra and her magic sword. Really, all she’d learned so far that her transformation was a result of ancient First Ones’ magic or heavy LSD.
Ugh. Her eyes were starting to glaze over. She needed a nap.
“Hey, Adora, are you - oh my God who are you?!”
Adora yelped and fell off the table at the sound of Catra’s voice, landing uncomfortably on her back as the same glittering light from before surrounded her and finally returned her to being -
“Adora?! You were - glowing - giant - what?!”
Catra’s voice was an octave higher than usual, which Adora had to pretend wasn’t simultaneously hilarious and adorable.
Adora sighed, not even bothering to move from where she’d fallen upside down on the ground, paperwork scattered around her and the sword next to her head. “Let’s face it. This is not the worst thing you’ve caught me doing.”
Catra simply buried her face in her hands.
~*~
this is an AU im totally up to expand in the future. the pepperony dynamic fits catradora ridiculously well. thank you for reading! :)
#catradora#spop catradora#catradora fluff#spop catra#spop adora#spop#she ra#she ra season five#iron man au#iron man#pepperony#glimmer#spop glimmer#my writing#fanfiction#catradora au#ask#prompt request#anon
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Infinity
“Well, that concludes our meeting,” Queen Angella clapped her hands together and rose up from her throne, “I only hope our next session will be as efficient as today’s one. We’re making great progress.” Angella’s words were genuine, she was impressed how fast things were moving. All the kingdoms working hand in hand to repair the damage done by Prime’s invasion.
The rest of the Princesses gathered around the war table rose up with her and bowed in respect. Angella saw a few tense faces. Some were still getting used to the fact she came back from the dead. Both Alliance and Horde states shook hands and left, now that Hordak, Weaver and Prime were presumed dead, all the kingdom states previously supported by the Horde economy, usually poorer lands, fell on their knees and reached out to BrightMoon for aid.
All of Etheria united against a common threat, defeated it together and through that realisation the bonds grew stronger. Funny to think a mere thirty years ago, before the Horde, the Princesses couldn’t stand each other, leaping at each other’s throats.
It was amazing how well her and Hordak’s deal worked out.
Sure her temporary death, was a set back, so was the arrival of Horde Prime. Hordak reassured her that the portal had no possibility of working with the lack of advanced materials on the planet. However, the two of them didn’t count on the unpredictable variable that was, Entrapta of Dryl. Or that Angella’s disappearance due to the crisis engaged by Catra, would led her daughter Glimmer to guide Prime directly to the shadow dimension.
Luckily, Hordak and Entrapta managed to bring her back. And with the help of Shadow Weaver they managed to imprison Prime, out of sight. Through dark magic Weaver found out about the deal struck and so inserted herself into the equation, always looking for a seat of power. Hordak of course brought Entrapta into the fold, being the hopeless romantic that he was. He also recommended for Catra to play apart in all of it. He said she was smart, a fast learner, a strategist and deep down, he knew she was a better person than any of them. Angella begrudgingly accepted, but in turn decided to advocate for her own addition, Glimmer. In Angella’s absence, her daughter became a quite capable general. None had objections.
And so there were six.
Angella made her way to her throne room and ordered her throne guards to leave and allow no one in, no matter the clearance level. And she locked the doors behind them. She sat down on her throne, pressing her palm against the chair arm, which scanned and verified that it was her. The floor under Angella opened and the throne descended down.
The angel queen made her way through the dark sub-level corridor. It wasn’t even on the castle schematics for safety and security. Where she was greeted by a disembodied voice from the shadows, “Meeting ran late?”
“Don’t be absurd, I’m only five minutes, twenty-three seconds late... Why are you not waiting in the sub-level conference room with the others?” Angella asked the hovering Shadow Weaver, who simply shrugged.
“Call me paranoid. I wish, simply, to enter with the great Queen Angella, making sure none of you set a trap for me. Remember, I cou-” Weaver was interrupted by Angella.
“We know. No trap. Now, come on.” Angella knew that Shadow Weaver had the ability to undo the entire secrecy of their group. Being the powerful sorceress that she was, she could’ve simply revealed them in the minds of every person on the planet. But working from behind the curtain was what made them successful, so they had to keep a close eye on the witch. Well, she had an eye on every member.
Angella pushed open a pair of doors and revealed the other four members already in their chairs. The war table paralleling the one multiple levels above them, the one Angella was just in. Hordak and Entrapta didn’t even notice them walk in, the two partners simply continued with their theory sharing. Opposite them Glimmer and Catra bowed for Angella’s presence, side eyeing Shadow Weaver as she sat across from Angella on the other end.
“Alright everyone! If I may have your attention!” She didn’t ask as much as she ordered it. All the heads faced her in focus. Angella began, “Thank you, I suppose this is in a way the first true meeting of this... team, I suppose we can call it. You were all chosen to sit here, because you have showcased virtues and qualities befitting of a leader, if necessary... a mastermind. Hordak and Shadow Weaver presumed dead, and the rest viewed as war heroes - the public trusts us. Let us keep it that way. We sit here today, because we are the ones going to forge tomorrow, from behind the stage, for better... or for worse. That’s on us... Hordak.”
She turned her head to the alien and nodded as a sign for him to start his brief, “First order of business and highest priority is that of my brother. And his trial. This council will decide his fate. At the moment Horde Prime is kept on Beast Island under the influence of the island and further imprisonment of the Obtainment Spell, curtesy of Shadow Weaver.”
Weaver smiled under her mask, proud of her magical capabilities, folding her arms across her chest. Entrapta shared the cheerfulness, happy she was allowed to study the properties of the island and ultimately control it.
“I say we leave him there. Sounds to fine to me.” Catra was quick to make her decision known.
“Death. The safer option.” Glimmer stated countering Catra’s solution aggressively. She had no patience for Prime, knowing that Etheria could’ve been another world subjugated by his galactic empire, and she was partly to blame for his arrival. “Just let Adora hack his head off, problem solved.”
“She-Ra isn’t apart of this council.” Angella stated.
“Well, maybe she should be. I mean come on, it’s Adora! Where are you gonna find a better, more pure-hearted, person in the universe? Being good is sort of her whole deal.” Catra agreed with Glimmer’s proposal of bring their girlfriend into the fold.
“Adora is busy enough being the face of Etheria. A face the people can trust. Let’s not give the world a reason to loose that faith... And the girl can’t keep a secret to save her life.” Shadow Weaver dismissed the possibility of that option.
Angella followed on, “And killing Prime might not be the best decision either.”
Hordak returned to his holo-pad, which he wired to the war table. With a swipe of his finger upwards on the screen, the hologram display on the table lit up. A strange image came up, they didn’t know what they were looking at, “It is true. We might need to question him, see if he has any kind of knowledge or insight about these... objects. Since Entrapta and me cannot figure this out.”
Entrapta waved off dismissively at the idea with her hair, “Oh, please, we don’t need his help! We got it covered! He’s an idiot! And we’re a team! He doesn’t have the answers, I bet he couldn’t figure out the precise value of pi if it bit him in the hair!”
“You can figure out what pie is?” Catra arched her brow in confusion.
“What are they... Rune Stones? They look smaller.” Glimmer questioned, looking at the holo-display.
“Possibly of the same origin, that being the First Ones, but they are infinitely more powerful. Any bounds or limitations are yet unknown to us. Whatever these... gems are, they’re more powerful than any weapon I have encountered across my voyages throughout the universe.” Hordak claimed as multiple notes and graphs appeared on the display, most of which didn’t make any sense to the others.
“So what’s the plan?” Glimmer asked.
“The plan is there’s six of us.” Angella stated as she pressed one of her earrings, which lit up, simultaneously a silver briefcase immerged from the underneath Angella’ s seat. The other five exchanged looks between each other. Shadow Weaver and Entrapta seemed more enthusiastic and on board, whereas the girls and Hordak became more worried.
With two clicks the case opened, revealing inside six different coloured stones. Afterwards, none of them quite remembered or understood what happened. But each member proceeded to take a stone, almost as if the stones themselves spoke to each of them, mesmerised, hypnotised them. The gems guided the hands of their future wielders.
Angella reached for the Time Stone.
Hordak took the Reality Stone.
Entrapta received the Space Stone.
Shadow Weaver was given the Mind Stone.
Catra acquired the Power Stone.
Glimmer grasped the Soul Stone.
“Now what?” The magicat asked, firmly holding the ingot of Power.
Angella answered, “We safeguard it. Destroy it, if necessary, but ultimately, for now, let us see what good we may do behind the scenes.”
Hordak pocketed away his stone into one of his compartments in his new suit, “...Then we should have a code in case of emergencies... Since I have been studying the history logs from Horde Prime’s capital, learning about my people’s culture - I feel like I found a word to incapsulate our council. An ancient term, roughly translating to ‘one who is illusive, and enlightened’:
Illuminati.”
#spop#she ra#angella#hordak#entrapta#shadow weaver#catra#glimmer#infinity stones#short fic#idk thought it was fun
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