Res's Fluffy One Shots
One-stop shop for all your fluff needs! I figured it would be easiest to have a spot where everyone could find all the fluffy one-shots.
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Catra looks at her oddly. "When princess?" She demands.
"In the Crimson Waste! Remember?? I said Hey Catra and I threw you up on that wall!" She waves her hand at her girlfriend as if that will jog her memory.
"I mean you were always throwing me around during the war." Catra smirks as she eyes her. "Still do."
Adora blushes but persists. "I caged you! And I said, 'it was fun distracting you though'?!" This is a moment of pure victory in her book, finally being able to turn the tables on Catra. She’d thought about it for weeks after the fact.
“The Waste…?” Catra eyes clear and then she laughs and laughs. "Oh, dummy. That wasn't me that was DT." She says between giggles. "Sounds like I missed quite a show though."
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Adora realizes that she didn't get to one-up Catra in the Crimson Waste. Life after the war, post-S5 fluffy one shot.
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Stolen Valor by ResFlower for ya_girl_Static
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
19 Oct 2022
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She knocks on the apartment door that belongs to her brother, fully ready to arrange her face into a disappointed scowl but when the door opens, Adam’s broad frame is nowhere to be found.
Instead, Adora has to lower her gaze to find a stunning woman wearing shorts and a vintage t-shirt that is somehow both baggy and still looks great on her.
The brunette eyes Adora up and down, a devastating smile crossing her lips as she does so. Adora stares back, mouth open to say something but no sound comes out.
"Adam there's a hot blonde at the door. Is this one of the strippers you thought about marrying?" She calls into the house. She leans against the door frame and the t-shirt collar dips, revealing a delicate shoulder. “Because given new information, can’t blame you for considering it.”
Adora can feel the blush rushing up her face and adds strip clubs and potentially marrying strippers to the list of things she has to talk to her brother about.
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Adora visits her brother, worried that he rushed into marriage just like all his military friends. What happens when his wife seems to be her perfect girl? Military Marriage AU.
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Adora stretches moving her arms above her head and reaching up to the tips of her toes. Without further delay she reaches down and deadlifts the box up, using her momentum to toss it over one shoulder, the other hand resting on the box's lid. The arm that's around the bottom of the box is straining, all of those glorious muscles jumping to attention.
"So where do you want me?" She says innocently, bicep bulging on the side of the plastic box. Oh, to be that box.
"The attic?" It's meant to be a statement, but it comes out as a breathless question.
"Alright! Be back in a jiff." Adora huffs. As she passes by Catra she places a chaste kiss on her cheek. Catra watches Adora’s ass while her loveable dork whistles as she walks out of the living room. Catra shakes her head as if to clear her vision. What a woman.
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Five times Adora does something to make Catra gay panic and one time Catra does something for herself.
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- Part 2 of Catradora Domestic Fluff
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"What's your name?" The infuriating girl interrupts her again.
Adora throws her a glare. "Adora, now will you please—" She might be screeching now but she just wants to get a full sentence out before—
"No blondie." The girl says shortly, but her eyes dance with mirth. She seems to revel in Adora’s slack-jawed expression.
"What—then why did you let me work up to asking again?" She asks, confused. For a moment there she thought she would get her seat.
"Because I wanted to see what you'd say about it." Her grin turns impish as she basically admits to just toying with Adora.
Adora feels angry now. She's never been played like this before, especially by some girl she’s just met. "I—"the bell rings signaling the start of class and Adora doesn't have her seat or her notebooks open.
"You aren't getting your seat today, princess. But it was fun distracting you." She leers.
Adora huffs, taking the seat behind the girl glaring at the back of her head with all her might. She will get that seat and defeat this smug girl, even if it kills her.
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Catra is sitting in Adora's seat. This means war.
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"You asked me to do this trend with you." Adora reminds her.
"I know. Okay, I'm ready." Catra leans against the wall, her chin tilted as if she's looking toward the floor off to the side.
Adora takes a deep breath and just admires her. Catra looks so effortlessly gorgeous, even now in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Adora lets herself pull on that, lets herself imagine a world where maybe she could try to pull a move like this on Catra.
She takes two confident steps forward until she is right in front of Catra. Adora purposefully presses her hand off to the side of Catra, pushing her weight onto her hand. She then uses her other hand to tilt Catra's chin so she's looking up at Adora.
Catra looks at her from beneath her lashes, and Adora forgets Catra's phone is recording. Adora leans closer still. "Is this what you wanted?" She breathes out.
Catra licks her lips her eyes flitting across Adora's face as she melts into the wall she's pressed against. "I..." Something flashes on her face but before Adora can discern it, she feels Catra's lips on hers.
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Catra asks Adora to be her fictional book boyfriend for a video. Things escalate.