**TW: Some pretty dark things that correlate to Harley's PTSD and depression and the accident.**
Catra butted her head into the crook of Harley's neck, garnering her attention from Netossa as she curled a long finger through Harley's belt loop and pulled her closer, tender lips caressing the curve of her ear. Harley blushed at the contact and thought of their nth rendezvous in the closet yesterday.
"I'm bored, wanna sneak off, Princess?" Catra whispered, cool breath tingling the fine hairs behind Harley's ear and the girl shivered, smirking impishly at her (girl?) friend but nevertheless shook her head ruefully.
"We should probably listen to what they have to say. We need to get Spinnerella, Scorpia and Mermista back." Harley declared and Catra pouted, pulling away but she couldn't hide the quiver that rumbled through her when she heard Scorpia's name.
"Fine." She huffed, rolling her eyes as she lifted her hands up, returning back to filing down her middle and forefinger and Harley gasped, eyes widening.
'oH, shIT' she thought, faced with an internal gay panic as Catra smirked smugly at Harley's reaction, refusing to look in her direction.
There was a crash and out of the corner of Harley's eye, she saw Entrapta darting towards the origin of the noise. She shrugged her shoulders and tuned back into the conversation, trying to march past the very thought of going in for a 'round two' with Catra.
She heard snickering from the cat-girl's direction but ignored it, crossing her arms and watching as Netossa went through every Princess' weakness.
Catra took a step forwards a moment later, "OK, we get it! Princesses are easy to take down. You and your files have nothing on real threats, like me!"
Catra gave Netossa a self-satisfied smirk and pointed to her chest, her eyes fluttering shut and Harley's mouth opened to speak up as she saw Netossa reach for a spray bottle, but she was too late.
The cat-girl squealed and hissed as the water splashed against her face. She darted upwards and forwards but was immediately caught up in one of Netossa's nets and Harley watched with her lips scrunched up as Catra dropped to the floor like a sack of bricks.
"Karma hurts, doesn't it?" Harley chuckled, cocking a mocking brow and leaning back against a pillar behind her.
"What did I do to you!?" Catra screeched, voice cracking as the mesh faded away from around her.
"Oh, uh... Well... Nothing, I guess..." Harley hummed, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"Hmph." Catra grunted, hopping to her feet and returning back to Harley's side before running her hand down Melog's forehead. It mewled in appreciation. "Hey, Princess?"
"Yes?"
"What's that on your neck?" The cat-girl wondered, a devilish grin on her lips as she jabbed her finger against the tendon beside the girl's jugular.
"Hmm? What's there?" Harley wondered, scratching at the spot that Catra's pointed out.
A blanket of hushed silence fell over the group as they glanced around at one another, rubbing the backs of their necks. Adora averted her eyes and coughed as Frosta spoke up.
"You have a rash. It looks pretty bad, you might want to get it treated." The little girl stated blankly as Perfuma patted her on the back, nudging her aside.
"It's not that kind of rash, Frosta..." She giggled awkwardly as the young girl's brows furrowed together in confusion and she glanced up at the tall blonde.
"What!?" Harley gasped, almost a growl, nails digging trenches into the skin that Catra had gestured to. "You motherfucker--!"
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Forever Fallen (Catra x OC She-Ra Fanfic)
Fanfiction~~Before we get into anything, can we please talk about the AMAZING fanart by Jen Bartel I used for the cover? It really, truly did make me that much gayer~~ Harley was your average young adult, leading her average young adult life, until one day, s...
