Catradora oneshots and short stories

(Don't) baby me

Enjoy :) shut up, this is crack. I'm bored and want to baby my pet but I don't have one. So Catra's gets babied.

Catra may be part feline, and use her cuteness to her advantage, but she was not a child. She didn't need anyone to dote on her or to rock her to sleep. She wasn't a baby.

Adora thought otherwise.
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"I can do it!" Argued Catra.

"I know, but it'll be easier if you just let me do it." Adora explained.

Catra huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms across her chest. She glared at Adora from where she was standing on the kitchen counter. After Adora had walked in, seeing Catra attempting to climb the cabinets to reach something on the top shell, Adora insisted she get it for her. Catra, ever the independent and self-reliant woman, saw that as Adora treating her as an invalid.

"I don't need help. I'm fine." She insisted.

Adora sighed.

"I know that, Cat, but there's nothing wrong with letting me just transform and get it down. It's quicker and easier. Plus, I don't want to risk you slipping or the shelf breaking and you getting hurt."

Catra knew she was being stubborn. Adora was just looking out for her, like always. The doofus was always trying to keep her safe, which she appreciated now, but it still felt weird. Catra never liked to ask for help. She and Adora had that in common. The Horde taught them to never ask for help, so learning to do so was a struggle. It was easier some days, but moments like this, Catra wasn't as easy to convince, no matter Adora's intentions.

"You worry too much." Catra snorted.

Adora pouted. She wasn't above begging.

"Please? Just this once. I don't want you to fall. Get down and let me get whatever you need myself. I know you're perfectly capable of doing it on your own, but you don't have to. I'm more than happy to do it."

Catra groaned. She gave in.

"Fine. Now, get me down, oh great and powerful babysitter."

Adora ignored the verbal jab, knowing Catra was just acting out because of irritation. Catra allowed her to lift her off the counter top and lower her to the floor. Catra looked at Adora's face. She couldn't help but smile, rolling her eyes.

"Alright, Romeo. Do your light show, and hurry up. I'm trying to cook at some point." She playfully taunted, taking a step back.

Adora transformed. She easily gathered the ingredients Catra needed to reach and passing them to her, before retransforming back to her regular form. Adora, proud of herself, grinned.

"What do you say?" She asked.

Catra rolled her eyes.

"Go away, you show off." She commanded, turning to get started on her cooking.

An arm looped around her waist, stopping her.

"Try again." Adora sing-songed, hugging Catra from behind.

Catra groaned dramatically. She peered over her shoulder, locking eyes with her girlfriend. Catra wasn't impressed.

"Fine. Thank you for being a pain in my ass."

Adora tsked. She squeezed Catra against her.

"Nope. Try again. Be nice, kitty."

Catra scowled, her cheeks heating up.

"I swear to Saz, Adora. Fine! Thanks for the help. Now let go."

Adora pressed a loud kiss to her cheek.