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@ 2024-10-23 17:47:00

Catra & Adora + Finn

WHAT: Halloween costume shopping thanks to Adora's Barbie Obsession
WHERE: Vallo Equivalent of SPIRIT HALLOWEEN STORE
WHEN: October 22nd
WARNINGS: It's cute and fluffy
STATUS: Complete

“Hoes,” chirped Finn. “See, with the timing of that, I’m gonna take that personally.”

Halloween wasn’t a holiday on Etheria, but once Adora had learned about its existence, she’d embraced it wholeheartedly since in Vallo. While she left a lot of the spooky aesthetics to Catra’s discretion, she was all about the costumes—ideally something coupley and cute because she could never resist doing something coupley and cute with her gorgeous wife and, now, their adorable baby. Last year, the girls had been with them, and while she didn’t know they wouldn’t be again, there was no sign of them yet. So, for this Halloween, Adora focused only on the immediately-present family. With her Barbie fervor renewed thanks to Babydora’s marathon with Atreus the month before, the theme was obvious. Thankfully, there was no shortage of Barbie-themed costumes in Vallo’s various costume stores for people of all ages. Marlena was at work, but Adora had already picked out a few alternate Barbie costumes she could wear if she wanted to join in. She had one specific goal in mind and had immediately zeroed in on the bright pink, sleeveless outfit. “You’ll see my arms best in this one,” she proclaimed to Catra, dangling the package from her finger. She knew she didn’t need to sell the costume to her wife, but she would do it anyway. “God forbid your arms are ever concealed from me,” replied Catra, the distress in her voice added for the sake of drama. Once upon a time, she was fierce and evil with a killer boob window and gaunt cheeks that gave her an unhinged villain vibe, and now she was planning another family Halloween costume theme with a squirmy toddler in her arms. Life getting this weird never ceased to amaze Catra. There was always a string of what the fucks going through her mind anyway. Finn eventually won the battle of the squirming, and with reluctance, she set them on their feet. There were things everywhere, like light-up wands and foam swords and little pumpkins that they wanted to get their grimy little baby hands on. How dare mommy keep them for it all. “Cleavage is gonna be nice too,” Catra then supplied helpfully, because she was shameless and her wife was hot. She shrugged. “Wins all the way around for you,” Adora replied with a grin, smooching her wife on the cheek. She reached for a higher hook where a row of white cowboy hats were stacked together, clearly placed to accompany her chosen costume. She pulled her long hair loose from its typical ponytail and tossed it over her shoulder before popping the hat on her head. Without a mirror in sight, she looked to Catra for her opinion. “Does it work? Or do I need to try on the whole thing for the full effect?” “Not the kind of hat I usually prefer on you,” Catra told her, cocking her head to the side. Finn was staying close and their habits were predictable; there was a wand with blinking pretty lights and they were positively fixated. “But you’re still cute. Would love to see a preview of the whole get up though. Right, Finn?” “Okay mama,” they replied, waving the wand around with a happy grin. They ended up pointing it at Adora. “Mama! Hat. Look, mama.” Adora smiled down at Finn and tipped the hat's brim toward them. “You like Mama’s hat, baby?” She grinned and knelt to smooch them—not an easy feat as they waved that wand (that would totally be purchased) nearly into her face. “I’m gonna look like that doll you can’t stop flinging around the living room. Kinda, anyway.” Straightening up, she looked around and saw changing rooms just down the corridor. Thankfully, with school in session, the store was relatively calm at this time of day. “Let me try it on, then we’ll find something cute for you,” she told Catra. Catra held her hand out for Finn to take. “Joooooooy,” she drawled out, making their way towards the changing rooms with their toddler holding onto her and waddling along. Their coordination was a lot better, and the amount of running they liked to do was exhausting, but their energy was moderate for the moment and the wand they got to hold was placating. “This is one of the very few times I’ll let you pick out an outfit for me, princess. I’m at your mercy.” She already made peace with the nauseating amount of pink that was about to be bestowed on her. “You’ll look so good in pink, you’ll see,” Adora declared confidently. “I’ll start sneaking it into your wardrobe.” There wouldn’t be much sneaky about it, given the darker colors Catra favored so much, but she would try anyway—and likely find them right back on her side of the closet. She stepped into the changing room, quickly slipping out of her workout clothes and into the hot pink cowgirl outfit. The neckpiece turned out to be velcro and easy to fasten, and the legs of the pants were wide and strange for her when she was used to her pants being fairly skin-tight. But she looked cute! She was no Margot Robbie doppelganger, but she could have totally been a Barbie in that movie. When she emerged, she even made a show of throwing her arms out for Catra to admire her. “Well?” There was a bench Catra had plopped herself onto, and she had scooped Finn up to place on her lap as they waited. She was giving their ear a bunch of little kisses when Adora popped out to model the ensemble, which she thought was pretty ridiculous in the movie (even on the actress), but on Adora? Still ridiculous, though hot. She chuckled into Finn’s mop of blonde hair. “Pssst, Finn, doesn’t Mama look pretty in everything she wears?” Finn looked over to their brightly dressed mother now and clapped their hands (even while holding the plastic, overpriced wand). “Mama!” “Right?? Unfair.” “Why, thank you, baby,” Adora cooed in Finn’s direction. She came over to smooch them again—right on the nose; they were too smoochable for their own good—then straightened again. “Why don’t we try to talk Mommy into twinning with me, huh? She’d be a very cute cowcatgirl!” “Cowcatgirl is a phrase that I kind of hate a lot,” Catra grimaced, but the grin her lips widened to was playful. Finn was being a wiggly thing again and she loosened her grip, letting them climb off her lap so they could reach for Adora and tug at her pants. “Don’t think I’m gonna pull that look like you do, babe.” They did show her arms well, and the outfit was tight where it counted. The blonde hair, the blue eyes—Adora had the Barbie vibe down perfectly. “Now you gotta figure out what’s going to make me look like a middle-aged mom with a husband.” Adora didn’t hesitate to lean down and draw Finn into her arms. Their hands immediately went toward her hat, but that was no surprise. She dipped her head and straightened a few times playfully, then kissed the top of their head. “Hey now, not once in that whole movie does Gloria say she’s married,” Adora pointed out. “And she was totally in love with Barbie, you can’t tell me otherwise.” Catra tilted her head to the side, and squinted at Adora like she was doubting her. A dumb thing to do, considering her wife’s watched the movie way too many goddamn times and studied all the little details and probably wrote fanfic about it (she wasn’t sure, but she had suspicions). “I mean, sure, the way they locked eyes wasn’t the least bit straight, I’ll give you that.” “I can’t believe it’s been over a year of Barbie and you still doubt me,” Adora huffed, looking from her wife to their child. “Doesn’t Mommy know by now that if I see gay, I say gay? Huh?” That was a TikTok trend—not exact but close enough. Catra smirked. “Baby—gay had been looking at you for most of your life and you hadn’t noticed,” she pointed out, crossing her legs and purring at her pointedly, eyes gleaming. “I get that you’re all seasoned now, buuut…” “That’s right, I’m seasoned now and, therefore, an expert,” Adora retorted, sticking out her tongue at Catra. But she followed that up by kissing those enticing lips and absorbing a purr or two as she passed Finn back to their mommy. “Let me change back into my clothes, and we’ll look for you. I don’t think there’s really a Gloria ‘costume,’ so we’ll head over to the cute clothes and find something.” The tips of her claws gently grazed Adora’s chin after the kiss broke, and then her arms were busy with baby again. Finn mimicked the purring, and Catra couldn’t bring herself to stop hers after that. “Gloria erasure—pffft, the audacity,” she huffed, and then blew a raspberry against Finn’s cheek. “Isn’t that stupid, kiddo?” “Okaaaaay, mama!” Adora quickly changed back into her clothes and slung the costume into an unoccupied cart outside of the changing room as she approached her family again. She tapped both palms on the handle of the cart and said, “Wanna come ride up here with Mommy, Finny?” Finn made grabby hands, and Catra took that as the signal to get up and slotted them into that seat, helping them slip their chubby legs in the holes they were supposed to go into. “So what’s your plan?” she asked, quirking a brow. “I’ve got the big fluffy brown hair thing going on for the character, but as for outfits—are you gonna throw me into a hot pink suit?” “Do you want to wear a hot pink suit?” Adora asked. “You would look amazing in it, but she does wear, like, regular outfits, too. Or you could be another Barbie! It doesn’t have to be Gloria at all.” She aimed the cart back down toward the costume section for now, toward toddler appropriate costumes while they discussed. They had agreed that Finn and their mane of blonde hair would be an excellent baby Ken, and she was sure that they would be able to find if they looked. “I want to be the one you claim is so totally in love with Barbie,” Catra grinned, and since Finn was situated, she wrapped her arms around one of Adora’s and held onto it selfishly. “I’m trusting your vision on this anyway. I will admit that I am petty enough to insist on being your love interest in any costume we end up wearing.” She gave Adora’s shoulder a playful little bite, a perfectly loving mine nip. “Now I’m super curious if you think of Red Riding Hood as the Big Bad Wolf’s love interest,” Adora said with a laugh, bringing up last year’s costumes. It had been Finn’s first Halloween, and they’d found something family-inspired that included those two and a tiny pumpkin suit for their brand-new infant. “Red Riding Hood could have been a total freak and into that,” Catra defended, walking along the aisles of props and packaged costumes, like Sexy Pineapple and Sexy Poop Emoji. “And, hey, the Big Bad Wolf really wanted to eat her.” “I do really enjoy eating you,” Adora agreed without dropping her voice or any sense of shame. She pondered Catra’s explanation for a minute, making a face at the realization that oops, this wasn’t the toddler aisle, and then nodded. “Fine, I accept your headcanon on that.” They turned into the next aisle, and there it was! “Oh my gods, Catra! Look at THIS!” She picked up a fluffy white coat—small, just the right size for a toddler—with a label that read Ken’s Fauxjo Mojo Mink. “It’s perfect,” she whispered reverently. “Oh my god,” Catra echoed back and it was less in amazement and more of that actually exists? Adult version wouldn’t surprise her, but to have a toddler-sized one was so ridiculous she had to laugh about it. Next to it were the sunglasses meant to match the outfit. She plucked it and put it on Finn. “Awkward fit,” she said, pursing her lips. “That’s what you get for having my ears, kid.” Finn seemed absolutely delighted by the sunglasses. They may not have Adora’s fleshy human ears on more of the middle of their head, but the glasses arms still held up well on the sides of their face, and they squealed, clapping their little hands. “You look so cool, baby,” Adora laughed, grinning at them and mimicking their little clap. “Born to be a Cat-Ken, it’s so obvious now!” Catra bit back a sigh and crossed her arms, freckled nose scrunched up as she assessed their little gremlin in the cart. “They’re going to look too damn cute,” she said gravely. “They’re gonna need that sweatband around their head. And a toy horse with them, because of the patriarchy and all of that. You want a toy horse, Finn?” “Hoes,” they piped up with a lisp, beaming and clearly proud of themself for their botched attempt at saying horse. Catra was pretty sure they’d have to be planning her funeral soon—she was dead. From laughing. There were worse ways to go. Adora barely contained her laughter any better, but she managed to cram most of her amusement into a big, encouraging smile so wide it made her cheeks ache. The accuracy of the sounds was there! Even if it turned a very innocent word into something that could be interpreted as the opposite. “We will get you the prettiest horse, Finny,” she promised them, smooching their little cheek as she dropped the toddler-sized Fauxjo Mojo Mink into the basket behind them. “One like Swifty! Huh? Mama will looooove that!” “Hoeses,” Finn repeated, kicking their feet with a squeal and waving that wand they were stubbornly holding onto around—which meant it was theirs, they’d have to buy it, otherwise the tantrum they’d get would be tempestuous. “Hoeses, hoeses!” “Okay, okay, please, just—you’re gonna get us in trouble,” Catra snickered, looping her arm with Adora’s again. “And if you get them a horse that looks like Swifty, Swifty’s gonna ask you why you’re not just letting Finn borrow him.” “And the answer would be Swifty, you’re not Finn-sized,” Adora replied promptly. Catra’s point stood, though; she doubted her noble steed would accept that excuse. He would probably insist on joining them trick-or-treating regardless of whatever horse prop they bought Finn, and she wouldn’t say no. They had their own separate lives here in Vallo, but he was still family and always there when she needed him. “But okay, back to Gloria!” She led the way toward the women’s clothes and gestured at the vast expanse available with one hand. “So, suit or no suit? I think that will narrow down what sections we start looking in.” Fine, her turn. There were plenty of options—a lot of pink ones, too. Catra buried her face into Adora’s shoulder as a way to prepare herself, and then bravely separated by taking a step back and breathing in deep. “I trust your vision,” she announced. “Just, y’know, try to make me look a little hot, that’s all I ask. I’m vain that way.” “Catra, you could make a plastic trash bag look hot,” Adora replied matter-of-factly. “It’s not like that’s a super hard task you’re assigning me. Just because you don’t like pink doesn’t mean you won’t look beautiful in it!” She sorted through a rack of tops in that color scheme—pinks, oranges, light purples, and some combinations of them all. She plucked one out that was a soft baby pink with darker pink flowers dotted all over it. “How about this?” Catra rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny that she was internally preening at the compliments. Not that she’d been fishing for them or anything. Getting called hot by the wife was nice; she liked any and all attention she got. She kept all her grimacing in check as Adora perused the options, scratching the side of her neck in anticipation of what she’d pick. “It’s way girly and not something I’d wear outside of Halloween, but I guess that’s the point. I’m guessing I might need… what, high-waisted pink jeans?” “Yeah, that would probably work,” Adora agreed. She took a second look at the top and wrinkled her nose, setting it back on the rack to keep searching. She wanted to find something that fit Gloria’s general badass mom vibe but wasn’t too Barbie-fied for Catra. And since it wasn’t a costume, she wanted it to be something she herself could wear later, since she knew Catra wouldn’t. She plucked another shirt off the rack. “I think I like this one better,” she decided, holding it up for Catra’s inspection now. The shirt reminded her more of something tie-dye, though it was only pink and white. “It’s not as busy and still seems…soft, I guess? Not just literally but that, too.” “I don’t hate it,” Catra hummed, leaning against the shopping cart. Finn bonked her on the head with that blasted wand, and she didn’t even look phased by it; she was seasoned in stepping on their toys and getting things flung at her face from toddler-rearing. “I’ll turn it into a crop top to wear around the house.” “Oh wow, if it’s good enough to be a crop top, then this is the one,” Adora decided, dropping the shirt into the cart. “Okay now, pink jeans. Maybe we should see if we can find them in my size unless you plan to modify those, too?” “Your size—I’ll just wear a belt or something to hold them up,” she waved, since Adora had a bit more muscle and meat to her legs than Catra did. “I barely own any jeans anyway. They’re so stiff and I can’t spread my legs the way I want to in them.” Then, after a quick second, because phrasing, “You know, when it comes to jumping and running.” “Hoes,” chirped Finn. “See, with the timing of that, I’m gonna take that personally.” Adora snickered and gave Finn another kiss on their forehead. “Mommy’s not a horse, honey, but we’re gonna get you one! Promise!” Her attention shifted back to Catra. “And as for you, jeans don’t have to be stiff and don’t remain stiff if you wear them more than once. Just food for thought.” “Leggings and jeggings forever,” Catra replied breezily, giving Finn a bop to the nose with her fingertip. They giggled. They had giggled at the forehead kiss from Adora and just kept on giggling. “Jeggings are basically jeans,” Adora pointed out. She was smiling, enjoying their typical banter, but her investment waned with the sound of Finn’s giggles distracting her. She couldn’t stop grinning, pushing Finn’s cart toward the section of various types of multi-colored pants to look through. “Maybe pink jeggings are the better bet. Something you can keep so I won’t have a random tail hole on my butt after Halloween.” “But they’re stretchy,” Catra volleyed back, giving her wife a playful hip-check before allowing herself to participate in the search for perfect Gloria pants in the new section they arrived in. She wasn’t adventurous with color; she didn’t care for bright things, and liked muted, darker tones. “And I wouldn’t complain, but I also don’t want people having that kind of visual access to your butt.” She plucked something from the hangers that seemed passable—it was denim for sure, the material Catra didn’t care for, but it was the same shade of pink that was on the shirt. “I think I’ll want a blazer,” she decided. “I’m hot in one. And she wears one in the movie anyway.” Adora nodded her approval to Catra’s choice of pants and grinned when she decided on the blazer. “Perfect, we’ll get you one. You do look super hot in a blazer,” she complimented her. It was rare she found an occasion where Catra might wear one, but when it happened, she would never disagree that it only elevated Catra’s hotness. After checking the size of the jeans and being satisfied, she dumped it unceremoniously into the back of the cart alongside the rest of their Halloween loot. “I do, I should wear them just because sometimes,” she said, and then swung her arms around her wife’s neck and gave her cheek a big smooch. “This is gonna be a cute theme, though. I do love fulfilling your weird Barbie dreams. And it’s an easy theme to add people to if—you know, we’re surprised.” Catra wasn’t going to say their names, because she didn’t want to get her hopes up and jinx it but Adora could figure it out. She was smart like that sometimes. Adora knew what Catra meant and gently caught her chin to pull her into a real kiss, brief but tender lips on lips. “I agree. Anyone can be any kind of Barbie, so if we end up with any visitors, all we have to do is come back here, and we’ll get them sorted out quick. Which reminds me, we gotta get something doctor-y for Mom to be Doctor Barbie, too.” “Kinda bummed she’s not being Weird Barbie,” Catra chuckled, knocking their foreheads together for a bit of a moment. That kiss made her feel fluttery and if she wanted to have a moment in the middle of a Halloween store, she was going to have it. Until Finn decided they were getting fed up with being confined and began to tug on Adora with a whine. “But Doctor Barbie’s pretty respectable. Hoping she goes around gagging about people’s flat feet.” “You’ll have to suggest that to her,” Adora chuckled, reaching over to scoop Finn out of the shopping cart and tuck them onto her hip instead. She doubted they’d stay there much longer—probably wanted to be racing around on their little feet as usual—but they seemed content for the moment anyway. “You know who would make the best Weird Barbie, right?” That same knowing look passed between them, and she knew Catra knew what she was thinking: Hope, their wild child. It took a few seconds for her to get it, but then she got it, and her face lit up at the same time her ears dipped low. “You’re right, and I hate it,” Catra sighed with a grin, pushing the cart along since Adora was carrying the weight of their clingy firstborn. “Guess we’re gonna have to re-do this theme in twenty years.” “I will be so happy to do that,” Adora assured Catra with a grin, following after her while she pressed a kiss into Finn’s hair. “By that time, you’ll be way closer to Gloria’s age,” she teased, “and this one... Gods, I don’t even want to think about it.” Adora wanted their big kids here. She adored the twins and couldn’t wait to see them grow into the teenagers who had visited them last year. But to think about this tiny baby cuddled up in her arms as a grown-up person was mind-blowing for her right now. “Please stop,” Catra sighed, slouching over the cart’s handle in a pose that screamed devastated depression. Her tail moved to deliberately give Adora a thwap on the arm. “We’ll be ancient but hot. This one will be two decades old and will hopefully indulge us and not think Halloween costumes are totally lame or whatever.” “I don’t think our forties qualify as ancient,” Adora protested with a laugh. “But even if we’re totally lame by then, I think Finn will still love us.” She shifted Finn playfully on her hip and wrinkled her nose at them with a grin. “Won’t you still love us when we’re totally lame, baby?” Finn blinked their big eyes at them, pupils eclipsing their bright irises, and they squished their cheek into Adora’s shoulder. They’d gone from restless to a little drowsy now that they’d gotten what they wanted, and that was to be held in warm arms. “Okay, mama.” “They’re gonna fall asleep on you,” Catra observed with a smirk, looking over at them and trying her best to hide that she was melting on the inside. “Better make the rest of this trip quick, then.” “Let’s go get your blazer,” Adora agreed, rubbing her hand in slow, big circles across Finn’s back. This was the opposite of her expectations, but cuddly, sleepy Finn would always be a favorite. She didn’t mind carrying them a bit, especially not when those little purrs started to vibrate against her chest.

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