Theirs | Catradora x Reader

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First of all, I want to thank @zymthedragonking and @Hoodie420 for voting! You two will go down in history as the very first people to ever vote for one of my books😌😌thank you!!

I mention you have shoulder-length hair. You can just ignore that if you don't like it but I needed to find a happy medium that would fit the most people and it helps me to have an image in mind when I write.

If you care about the math, you arrived at the Horde just after their third birthday, then had your first new year, making you fifteen during your thirteenth new year and Catra and Adora seventeen in their fifteenth new year because they arrived when they were three too so assume this is maybe a few months before Adora leaves. Also THEY PROBABLY DON'T USE THE GREGORIAN CALENDAR OR ANY LUNAR CALENDAR GIVEN THEY ARE IN DESPONDOS AND THERE ARE NO ASTRONOMICAL REFERENCES AAAAAA

All that matters is that you're in a world that you can never access with people that would normally never love you that DO :')

A N Y W A Y S sorry abt that enjoy the almost 3k word chapter!

The New Year was always a good day in the Fright Zone. Hordak took it as an opportunity to relax a little and,,, you know,,,, rebuild and rejuvenate the tech in his body while he celebrated the longevity of his empire. The cadets traditionally got a day off from training and, by consequence, the Force Captains had a load taken off their shoulders because they didn't need to oversee their squadrons. Last year, even Shadow Weaver seemed to brighten up as she finally had the leisure time she needed to strengthen her magic. It was your thirteenth New Year and Catra and Adora's fifteenth New Year so, at this point, the three of you had all come to appreciate the only holiday in the Horde. You awaken to Adora's azure and Catra's heterochromatic eyes brimming with excitement. You sit up slowly, your energy matching theirs as you hop off your bed, get your red Horde clothes on (imagine whatever you want!), and pull your shoulder-length hair back into dutch braids. With butterflies in your stomach, you are finally ready for your annual day of peace in the Horde. You had just finished getting ready when you hear Shadow Weaver's voice come from a corner: "No training today, cadets. (Y/N), I need to speak with you." The fluttering in your stomach intensifies as your excitement dissolves into fear as you realize she had sent a shadow for the announcement, meaning she was waiting in the Black Garnet room for you.

"It'll be ok!" Adora reassures, "I'm sure it's nothing," but you and Catra had experience that said otherwise. You knew favoritism did not mean Adora was exempt from Shadow Weaver's abuse but sometimes she just didn't understand how dangerous a trip to the Black Garnet room could be for you or Catra. Catra gently takes your shaking hand to comfort you but to no avail, you are still on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Adora takes the other hand and the three of you, Adora on your left and Catra on your right, make your way down the hallway to Shadow Weaver's chambers.

"What are they doing here," the woman spits with venom in her voice, "When I summon (Y/N) I mean (Y/N) only. Get out of here brats." You feel the warmth on your hands disappear as they slip away and leave, the only thing keeping you sane was the knowledge that they would be just outside the door, waiting for you in the hallway like they always do. "Now," Shadow Weaver said, "How are the butterflies in your stomach today?" You're shocked. You had been feeling off that whole week but no one knew about something so specific like your stomach.

"H-How did you know?" you ask, your whole body was shaking now.

"Well it doesn't take a fool to spot your incredible weakness but now, you have finally, slightly improved. You are magic, (Y/N)."

"What??" It was true. You had been feeling more powerful this past week but you attributed it to the holiday coming up, not magic!

"I was ordered to suppress your magic the day you got here," Shadow Weaver continues with a tinge of sadness in her tone, "No one must know about this. If others find out you have filthy princess powers, I will suppress it again and, now that you are older and it has awakened again, it will not be as easy... or painless." You nod in understanding and in agreement, still shaking and with tears clouding your vision. "Now that you know about this," she pauses, "liability, you must vow to never use it, EVER!" she barks. You nod quickly, hoping you'll finally be let go. With a wave of her hand, your wishes come true and you are finally dismissed.