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boxitup2020-06-06 12:11 am
morethanadistraction) wrote in boxitup2020-06-06 12:11 am
Entry tags:
- acct:destinybound,
- acct:morethanadistraction,
- adora gets the best seat,
- adora is a bully and a jerk,
- adora solves problems with pampering,
- adora went from service top to dom,
- adora's bully level at 10%,
- angry kitty go brrrr,
- catra is a bratty sub,
- catra is a bully and a jerk,
- catra pretends to be a top,
- catra's questionable characterization,
- catradora,
- fluff,
- fuck you we deserve to rot our teeth,
- future/wish,
- outdoors at princess prom,
- post-series,
- smut
nobody takes catra seriously
It had been years since they'd saved the universe. They'd gone on a crazy space adventure, bringing magic to whatever planets could accept it and fighting weird and often bizarre things along the way. It was an insane way to spend their youth, frankly, and sometimes it made regular daily life feel really boring in comparison. But other times, like when she was watching Adora - radiant in She-Ra's colours, mingling and laughing with her friends by the table of food at Scorpia's first ever hosted Princess Ball - it made Catra feel... warm. Appreciative. They'd done all of that so that they could have this; so that Adora could relax, knowing she'd done literally everything in her power to help (--and Catra could not stress this enough) every living being in the universe; so that Catra could lounge in a quieter corner of the packed ballroom, relatively sure that whatever the princesses spoke to her partner about, none of it could be all that threatening.
...Well, not threatening to their lives, anyway.
Now, realistically, Catra knew that she was the one draped in Adora's colours. She was the one clearly marked by shimmering white and gold, and she was the one who was close enough to Adora to have pilfered the pin that she wore brazenly on her red shirt. This did nothing to stop the narrowing of her eyes or the flattening of her ears as she honed in on a particularly muscular princess making her way to Adora, and that right there was a threat that Catra was going to cut off before it could begin.
(So maybe she was a little possessive. Whatever. It was either interject now, before Adora had a chance to get distracted by firm biceps, or start a fight later. Catra hadn't ever consulted anyone on this, but she was pretty sure everyone except Frosta was happier when she wasn't scratching anyone up.)
After so many years of safety, of not needing to rely on her claws to defend herself, there were the rare occasions where Catra would consent to wearing shoes. This was one of those occasions, and the sharp click of her heels on the floor gave altogether a different sense of power than the subtle warning the digging in of her nails usually was. Sadly, the noise was lost to the sounds of the ball - but still, the commanding aura about her encouraged the princesses in her way to step to the side, making a path. (Or maybe that was just because this was not the first time this had happened, and was surely not going to be the last. Only an idiot would stand in her way when she was like this.)
She made it to Adora well before the muscular princess, and pressed her hands first against her partner's back before slipping them up to her shoulders, and then clasped them around her front to lean bodily into her, eyes flashing with a dangerous spark as she pressed her lips against Adora's ear to purr out a low and breathy greeting. Her usual, of course, as her tail twitched with predatory warning to anyone who might think to interrupt: "Hey, Adora."
...Well, not threatening to their lives, anyway.
Now, realistically, Catra knew that she was the one draped in Adora's colours. She was the one clearly marked by shimmering white and gold, and she was the one who was close enough to Adora to have pilfered the pin that she wore brazenly on her red shirt. This did nothing to stop the narrowing of her eyes or the flattening of her ears as she honed in on a particularly muscular princess making her way to Adora, and that right there was a threat that Catra was going to cut off before it could begin.
(So maybe she was a little possessive. Whatever. It was either interject now, before Adora had a chance to get distracted by firm biceps, or start a fight later. Catra hadn't ever consulted anyone on this, but she was pretty sure everyone except Frosta was happier when she wasn't scratching anyone up.)
After so many years of safety, of not needing to rely on her claws to defend herself, there were the rare occasions where Catra would consent to wearing shoes. This was one of those occasions, and the sharp click of her heels on the floor gave altogether a different sense of power than the subtle warning the digging in of her nails usually was. Sadly, the noise was lost to the sounds of the ball - but still, the commanding aura about her encouraged the princesses in her way to step to the side, making a path. (Or maybe that was just because this was not the first time this had happened, and was surely not going to be the last. Only an idiot would stand in her way when she was like this.)
She made it to Adora well before the muscular princess, and pressed her hands first against her partner's back before slipping them up to her shoulders, and then clasped them around her front to lean bodily into her, eyes flashing with a dangerous spark as she pressed her lips against Adora's ear to purr out a low and breathy greeting. Her usual, of course, as her tail twitched with predatory warning to anyone who might think to interrupt: "Hey, Adora."