Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Horde Prime (She-Ra), Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Entrapta (She-Ra), Hordak (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Horror, Alternate Universe - Horror, gothic horror, cosmic horror, Religious Horror, Vampires, Inspired by Frankenstein, References to Frankenstein, Dracula Influence/References, References to Lovecraft, Inspired by H. P. Lovecraft, Lovecraftian, Lovecraftian Monster(s) Summary:

On one starless, hot night, an unassuming sailor walks into a great white castle in the distance. Despite the odds, he finds himself eagerly welcomed in. The question is whether he can get out… and what he will take with him if he does.

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New fic, courtesy of TeaWithNyarlathotep! This one’s a big love letter to Universal Horror and H.P. Lovecraft, starring everyone’s favorite space deity… just don’t come in expecting a happy ending.

The trial is over, but Hordak’s journey is far from finished. As he sits alone, preparing for Beast Island, he finds himself conversing with two visitors.

This is TWN’s contribution to Hordak’s birthday, featuring some Disaster Duo content because frankly there can never be enough of it. We sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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The Adoption

“Wait.  So…..”  Princess Entrapta doesn’t look happy.  “Look. You….we have a lot of Brothers who are easy matches.  I mean….why not one of them?”

But you only smile. “Because they’re easy to match. You can pair them up with anyone. Please.  I promise you I won’t fail you.  Please.  I….know a thing or two about not fitting in.”

 But Dryl’s Princess isn’t convinced.  The Etherian in front of her looks far too regular, far too ‘normal’ for lack of a better word.  She doesn’t look at all like someone who has any idea what ‘not fitting in’ even feels like. “I…..have to talk to Hordak first. You’ll…..just have to accept that.”

 “Of course,” you respond, smiling.  You knew it would be a fight, but it’s a fight you’re willing to have.

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Prisoner chapter 8

Summary:

The raid on the Fright Zone was a resounding success. They got Adora back. They got the sword back. Nobody managed to open any reality-destroying portals. And somehow, amid all the chaos, thrown lab equipment, and pieces of ceiling raining down on their heads, they got Hordak. Now Hordak is in the spare room. Hordak. What in the world are they supposed to do with him?

He’s a surprisingly cooperative prisoner – except for that thing about the armor. They couldn’t exactly let him keep it, could they? And that thing about Entrapta. It’s just best not to mention Entrapta.

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chapter 1

Yessss!!!!

Save The Bat

The mission had gone awry. There were too many troops to fight off, far more than they expected. Sounds of struggle and battle came across the communicator indicating Glimmer was in trouble, possibly surrounded. Bow, of course, sprinted off in hast to aid his friend, worry and distress on his face. Leaving Entrapta on her own. And she did not mind in the slightest. Bow disappeared further into the space-station behind a wall as he took a turn, one turn out of thousands of turns, along thousands of corridors. The warship was a maze, unlucky for the boy, lucky for Entrapta - let’s just say she had plenty of time to get acquainted with the concept of mazes. With her teammate gone she freely set out on her own quest, for the real reason she came here.

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Okay, but what if Entrapta had warned Hordak about the portal in time? How would our poor, lost spacebat have handled the reality that he really, truly is stuck on Etheria forever?

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Surprise, slightly sad and definitely soft hurt/comfort AU time!!!

This was a conversation I’d been keeping in my back pocket to use somewhere, but I ultimately never found a spot for it in the BTC series (surprise, Entrapta already knowing about Prime/how the clones are treated kind of undercuts the entire “argument” they’re having) so it got its own standalone AU! That being said, there are definitely some little details here and there that slipped in that absolutely comply with the BTC background lore, so you could read this as an alternate timeline within that series, if you wanted. ;)

This is adorable and sweet!

The description of Hordak slouched in his throne was hilarious. I’m guessing he’s meant to look a bit like this?

Intimacy Log, Ch.22

Here’s the link.

Chapter Summary: A promising start to the day.

CW: Chronic pain, chronic illness, frustration with chronic pain, internalized ableism (lighter this chapter, but there are elements of it here), kissing, passionate kissing, discussion of plans for their next intimacy log.

A/N: I do not have any chronic pain—the worst I’ve got is an iffy knee that I occasionally have to baby so it doesn’t get any worse—and I’m mostly relying on the canon and certain family members’ experiences for inspiration here. Please, if there’s something in this chapter that you believe to be offensive or ableist or otherwise unpalatable, let me know and I will change it, though I might ask for help.

Little ficlet I had stuck in my brain.

“Look, I’m trying to help you!” She yelled at him, exasperated, her hands splayed to her sides “Why are you being this difficult?”

“I neither require nor requested your aid in this or anything else.” He crossed his arms as he turned away from her.

“Well, I don’t care! Because I’m here and I’m going to help you whether you like it or not!”

“ Is that so?” he asked derisively ”And how are you going to do that? Tell me, what do you know about infrastructure, engineering or robotics?” he said as he waved at all of the construction drones going about their business under his control.

But she was not deterred “There  have to be other ways in which I can help.” Her ears lowered as she looked to her feet.

He forced a breath of air through his nostrils. “Why are you so insistent? What is this really about?” he tisked. “ Why are you not with your Adora? Are you not companions now?’

“Adora’s fine!” she snapped back at him. “We’re fine. She’s with her little friends, I suppose they’re my friends now too. “ now she was the one turning away, grabbing at her elbow as if to hold herself.

“Then why. Are. You. Here?” he inquired more forcefully, pausing after every word.

She sighed. Her voice was now a mere whisper. “Because it feels wrong ok?”He raised his eyebrow and waited for her to continue.

“It feels wrong to sit there and have slumber parties and balls when you’re here building a city.” She gestured at the dwellings in various states of construction.

“I am the one who did this.” He answered back calmly. “Reconstruction is merely my way of making amends.”

She stomped her foot. “But you didn’t do it by yourself!” I did this too “ she pointed at herself as if to emphasize the point “and yet you’re the one trying to fix this… alone.”

Unphased by her outburst, he turned to her and asked “Were you not absolved of your guilt in the treaty? Were your actions not pardoned because of your conditioning under my Horde? Everyone was moved by Glimmer’s plea for leniency on your behalf.” He then turned away from her to face the construction as he continued to speak “The blame was placed at my feet and I accepted it. The matter is settled. “ he said with finality.

She  spread her arms then slapped her thighs. “It’s not! And it isn’t fair! “

“Not fair?” he raised a browridge while continuing not to look at her “Why is that?”

“You “ she pointed at him vigorously, “weren’t absolved of your crimes because of Prime’s conditioning!” her voice broke mid shout,  Why should I be?”. Her voice waning as she too looked away “And Prime was… worse… so much worse…”

His ear lowered at that, he too looked at his feet. “The point is moot.” With a scoff, he snapped out of it and started walking towards the work bench. “This is my responsibility. Not yours.”

She moved to follow, trying to stay ahead of him. “But it should be! I need to do something.” She emphasized need, yearning clear in her voice. “I’m just as responsible for my actions as you were of yours… more so! I wanted to defeat the princesses, I wanted to blow things up, I thought I wanted power. My actions lead to queen Angella’s death… I…” she drew in a heavy breath to continue but he interrupted her.

“The world does not see it that way Catra.” His tone relayed acceptance, not condemnation.

She, however, continued as if he had not said anything at all, she needed to say her piece “I sent Entrapta to her death on Beast Island and pushed you when you wouldn’t stop moping. I could have stopped at any point and yet I didn’t. I need to make up for what I’ve done! Whether the world wants to hold me accountable for it or not! Don’t you understand? Every day I sit in Glimmer’s castle, sleep in Glimmer’s bed, sit at Glimmer’s table and eat her food and I can’t live with myself! “

“Then find a way to make it up to her.” Her emotional plea had not moved him. “Reconstruction is my responsibility.” He continued as blandly as if he were talking about the weather.

“But it shouldn’t be.” She hopped on his workbench pushing his tools out of the way.  His ear flicked in irritation “You shouldn’t have to do this alone.”

“You misunderstand, this is not a punishment.” He gestured to the drone he was repairing. “I chose this. I wanted to do this. To… fix what I helped destroy.”

“But I want to help,” she pleaded once more, “I need to help.”

“Then find your own way to do it.” He answered matter-of-factly. “This is mine.” His ear flicked again, more vigorously.

“And I want to help… you.”  She leaned towards him, eyes wide, expression so wide and open.

He turned his face to her, confusion coloring his features. “Me, why would you want to help… me?”

“Because “  she paused and looked at her feet once more “I’ve wronged you too.” She sounded defeated. “I’ve hurt you and Entrapta terribly and, I want to make up for it.” Her voice had  a slight quiver to it. “I keep remembering… back on the Velvet Glove… I reminded you of your name… and you… you asked Prime to… I did that. That’s my fault… I drove you to that” she turned to face him again staring at him straight in the eye. “didn’t I?”

An Entrapta birthday fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28972188

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28718373/chapters/70804752

Chapter Two is up! 😁

Featuring a gorgeous illustration by @luna-tiel !

It seems Cobalt knows a little more than she thought…

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Chapter 7, wooo!

Hah hah haaaah whoops I made myself a bit sad writing this chapter, so have fun with that. Also, enjoy that first sniff at the political and background history sub plots of the series.

The Fire Prince

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It’s been nearly two decades since King Micah’s rebellion fell and Lord Hordak took over Etheria. The sorcerers last desperate gambit, a dangerous spell to unleash the magic trapped in the center of the planet, went terribly wrong and everything with magic is gone or altered beyond recognition. But while the runestones and their princesses disappeared long ago, one remains. A folk hero that uses her fiery magic to keep the Horde in line, dispensing justice along the coastline and giving the people hope that perhaps the magic of Etheria is not as dead as they have been told.

Not that Sea Hawk believes those stories, mind you. He’s just a simple trader, minding his own shipments and taking jobs from both sides to make ends meet.

But when someone betrays the rebellion, and the Fire Princess herself has her feet to the flames, Sea Hawk will discover that the folktales might be truer than anyone imagined.

Through a mirror, Darkly - Chapter 5: He was right.

After wrestling with this chapter for so long and rewriting it over and over, I realized that those two can’t have that conversation yet. I can’t force them so I just let Yudi do his thing until he decided he was up for it. If he wants to keep being difficult, i’ll just have to throw character development at him until he decides to get with the program.

Up until then, enjoy chapter 5. 

(click it, you know you want to) 

Some unexpected allies arrive…

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*slams hands on desk and points angrily at screen* I will flesh out and develop these throw away characters the Crew made and, so help me, they will have motivation and purpose beyond filling in the background! *shakes fist*

Also I totally forgot to tag Kyle when I first posted this story and I felt so bad about that but I also did the ugliest cackle too.

😻 COBALT 😻

Test Flight

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Rating: Gen

Fandom: She-ra

Relationships: Hordak & Entrapta, Hordak/Entrapta (pre-relationship)

Chapter Characters: Hordak, Entrapta

Chapter Tags/Warnings: Season 2, Time for Entrapta’s thoughts and feelings about Hordak for 3000+ words

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As far as Entrapta could tell, Hordak rarely left his lab.

Lord Hordak. Hordak. She was supposed to bow, wasn’t she, Catra definitely said a lot about that and she definitely used to but then she’d forgotten so — so maybe it wasn’t an issue. Hordak would have said if he cared, about the bowing or the Lord or anything else, he certainly had no issue huffing and puffing as she fixed the wiring in his lab.

So it was a rare sight, Hordak emerging from his sanctum. Entrapta sat at the edge of the transport they’d ordered, watching as the people of the Fright Zone skittered in a wide berth around them. Hordak stood tall, looming over her. She had to crane her head back just to look at him. When he caught her looking, one of his brow-ridges lifted, and she waved.

It was kind of cute, really, to think about him like this compared to just a few nights before: big, scary Lord Hordak who smiled when he told her about the stars.

This was their first joint project, not getting straight to the portal but testing their compatibility in the lab on something less important. The results so far had been promising. She’d gone as far as to add Hordak to her logs, finding that:

One, he’d quickly surpassed Glimmer, Mermista, Perfuma, and Adora on all levels.

Two, he had an advantage on Catra and Scorpia in common interest.

And three, he’d swiftly surpassed Bow in time spent together. That added up to a grand picture of Hordak being her friend, didn’t it? The data certainly said so.

As for their ability working together? Entrapta felt a warmth welling up in her chest, so strong she had to kick her legs against the edge of the transport until she was bouncing in place.

It was amazing.

Her bots had been the only things that came close to the role Hordak played now, handing her tools and stabilizing loose pieces while she bolted them in place. The first day she’d shown up in his lab, there’d been an apprehension in her chest. How many times now had she thought she’d made a friend, only for the next time around to go all wrong. She’d really thought she’d made friends — three friends, five, six of them.

And then they’d left her. Every one of them.

But walking into the lab that morning, she found Hordak hunched over a desk with her blueprints open on his data pad: another project sent for approval that she actually hadn’t started yet. He’d turned it over to her and said, “We will be building a prototype of this design.”

And then they had. Just like that.

Both of them fumbled at first, she thought. She kept bumping into him, he groped about on a table for tools that were in her hair. And then he said, “Put the tools on the table if you are not using them.” And she had said, “Tell me when you’re behind me so I don’t bump into you.”

And then they had done that. Both of them. And by the end of the working day, they were working smoothly around each other, the silence broken by Hordak’s grunts of “Behind you,” and the shuffling of tools on the workbench.

They built a prototype, criticized and refined its design, her suggestions were met with questions, counters, and proposals, his methods met her awe and her criticism—

“If you wire it that way, it’s going to burn out,” she’d told him, and when he glanced up and growled there’d been a pang, a seizure of anxiety in her chest and a voice that chanted you shouldn’t have done that.

“What would you propose?” He rumbled.

And he’d listened.

They’d done it. Together. And now it was time to test it.

And all of that meant that she had a lab partner. She had a lab partner. Sometimes that thought made her so happy she couldn’t contain herself. Sometimes it filled her with enough panic to gnaw her nails down to the quicks when she thought how she was only there to build weapons, only good as long as she was useful.

But that couldn’t be true, could it? None of the others told her about the stars.

And not just because chances were that they didn’t have any idea what stars were.

After much procrastination, I posted chapter 5 of Gossamer Threads at Archive of Our Own. It’s a “bottle episode” that takes place entirely in Rigel’s sitting room, but his exposition adds several missing puzzle pieces to the story.

For some reason, AO3 is showing the story as having four chapters, when it now has five. Weird.

Brightest Star: Entrapdak Fanfiction

Summary:

After all of the chaos of the war, Hordak is now free. Well, from Horde Prime, that is. The princesses certainly don’t think so, and they don’t appear too keen on allowing him to be anytime soon.

Except for Entrapta. Through everything, she stays there by his side, remaining as a comforting constant amidst this new and unfamiliar life post war. And Hordak, of course, greatly enjoys her companionship.

...More so than he realizes, it seems.

Chapter 5 out now!