Last Night

A Glimmadora Fanfiction

It was midnight. Glimmer was not sure how she knew that it was, considering how most of Etheria's lights had been snuffed out for a while now. But she knew it was midnight. And she couldn't sleep.

From where she lay, Glimmer could see the faint glow of the Failsafe on Adora's chest. A mark of approaching end. Based on how still Adora was, Glimmer reckoned she was probably awake too. She whispered to Adora, careful not to wake the others.

“Adora?”

There was a pause. Then Adora's voice reached her. “Yes?”

In that one syllable, Glimmer could pick apart at least three emotions. Uncertainty, fear, sorrow. Adora was already mourning herself. Her inevitable death.

Glimmer quietly got up from her sleeping bag and walked across to Adora's, sitting next to her.

“Why are you still awake?”

Glimmer could now see Adora's face in the Failsafe's glow. Adora always looked somewhat tired, Glimmer had noticed it a long time ago. She acted peppy and energetic, she always tried to cheer up and inspire her friends. But there was always that look of fatigue and some faraway sorrow that you could catch when she wasn't completely aware of herself.

And now, what with dealing with Catra and the threat of world destruction looming over them, Adora looked more exhausted than ever. She shrugged in reply to Glimmer's question.

“I don't know. I just couldn't sleep.” Adora glanced at Glimmer and sat up quickly. “Are you okay?”

Oh, Adora. Even when it was her life that was on the line, she still always cared so much about everyone else. Too much, maybe.

“I'm fine, don't worry,” Glimmer reassured her quickly. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

Adora sighed. “Does it matter?”

Glimmer took Adora's hand in hers. “It does. It matters to me. And Bow. And everyone out there who loves you and wants you to return safely.”

“I just—” Adora gave a slight ironic chuckle that was somehow even more chilling than her previous depressed tone. “I don't want to get your hopes up. Whatever happens happens for a good reason. Etheria will be safe again.”

Everything was silent for a while, except for the soft chirp of the cicadas. Glimmer tried not to think about the implications of that sentence. She squeezed Adora's hand as she willed herself not to break down into tears.

It took her some restraint and a deep breath to get her next words out, even though her voice was giving up on her.

“Does it always have to be you, Adora?”

She saw a shift in Adora's expression in the Failsafe's glow. “Doesn't it? Isn't that what She-ra is for?”

“Maybe.. but what is Adora for?” Glimmer met Adora's steady gaze. “What do you want, Adora?”

“I—” Adora's voice faltered as she failed to come up with an answer. She looked away. “It doesn't matter. I have to do this.”

A sudden thought struck Glimmer as she grabbed Adora's other hand and looked at the girl earnestly.

“I'm a lot more powerful than I used to be. I- I'm in total control of my powers now. Maybe I can handle the Failsafe, I could take it to the Heart of Etheria instead!”

“No!”

Adora covered her mouth, surprised at her own ferocity. Lowering her voice, she continued. “No. You're not the one who needs to do it. You have a kingdom to rule. You have people who care about you.”

“So do you, Adora,” Glimmer's voice caught in her throat, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Adora smiled sadly and touched Glimmer's forehead with her own, tears trickling down her cheeks. “Don't worry about me, okay?”

Glimmer didn't reply. She pulled Adora into a tight embrace instead.

Glimmer doesn't know how long they stayed that way or when they finally dropped off to sleep in each other's arms, comforted by the thought of spending their last few hours together.

Constantly torn between making good on that promise for another Entrapdak fic and handing it off to somebody whose still got enthusiasm for the fandom.

A commission or even a simple collab would be fine.

Title: And I'll love the world, like I should

Summary/Excerpt:

"Adora," she says, no-nonsense. "Marry me."

Bow chokes on his coffee.

Adora, muzzy from sleep, shrugs. "Yeah, alright. It's just a piece of paper."

"No, you dummy. It's gets you more tax money."

"It's about MORE THAN THAT-" Bow tries to salvage, but Adora's eyes are alert and narrowed.

"An alliance?" she murmurs, more to herself. "Fuck yeah, let's make an alliance!"

I've been meaning to write this thing for a while now, and I finally got the opportunity! Glimmer is the MOH (she teleported closer for the congrats) and Scorpia is Catra's best woman, with Bow standing at the front of the brides men.

Most of my Catadora 'fics are titled after songs, and it felt apt to do so for their wedding.

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“Shadow Weaver told me about Thaymor. And Catra,” Scorpia said.

Adora scoffed and faced the ocean again. “I bet she did.”

“She must have meant a lot to you.”

Adora stared out at the ocean. “She would’ve hated this. She can’t stand water. And being this far out…” She shook her head. “I just don’t know how she did it. After everything, she… she left us. She left me.”

Scorpia frowned. Not knowing what to say, she tried pulling the conversation forward. “How’s your uh, brother doing? With you being a Force Captain and all.”

Adora shrugged. “He’s happy he still gets to work with me. Besides, he’s not as much of a leader.”

“Then what is he?”

“A fighter.”

Scorpia looked to the other side of the ship, where Adam, Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio were talking. Kyle was playing with a cup-ball toy and absolutely failing. Adam grabbed it and demonstrated how he was supposed to do it. He gave it back to Kyle, who managed to succeed. “I don’t see it.”

“When he’s on the battlefield, you will.”

If you liked this, bookmark She-Ra: Missing on AO3 for chapter 5 this Friday! https://archiveofourown.org/works/50411458/chapters/127368364#main

MY MASTERLIST OF ALL THINGS

Tumblr won't let me save/post my masterlist as a post, so here's the google doc of it!

More than Meets the Eye

She-Ra fanfic  Comedy Rated PG (mild rude humor and “bad” words). Adora, Bow, Entrapta, Hordak (and mentions of other characters) Inspired by conversation on Sweary She-Ra.  4th wall-breaking by Entrapta, but not a Sweary-specific fic.   Summary: An alternate universe from the end of the Beast island arc.  Hordak joins the Rebellion against Horde Prime and shows everyone a hidden talent of his.   For @lemaistrechat (No, you don’t have to send me cookies. My Mom’s Christmas cookies got squished in the mail.  Yours will, too).   _____________________ More Than Meets the Eye Adora had no shortage of surprises in her life for the last several months.  First, as the war had progressed, Glimmer had become more and more ruthless.  She was taking dark turns that made Adora wonder if she was even the friend she used to know anymore.  Shadow Weaver was living in Bright Moon. Flutterina had turned out to be an enemy-spy – and a shapeshifter whose true form looked nothing like Flutterina.  To top it all off, Horde Force Captain Scorpia had defected and had come to the Princess Alliance for aid, claiming that Entrapta had been sent to Beast Island by an overwhelmed Catra.   That was how Adora, Bow and Swift Wind had found themselves traveling to Beast Island just over a month ago.  To tell the truth, this was another surprise for Adora:  There were rumors told among the cadets around the Horde that Beast Island didn’t actually exist and that it was a euphemism for summary execution.  One of the older cadets she’d known was certain that Hordak just had liars, traitors and various screw-ups shot and their bodies cremated in the skiff-cleansing ports.  Well, the fabled place of exile actually did exist, and, as per Shadow Weaver’s warning, was far worse than the usual scary stories about it.   And then they’d found a king.  While hunting for Entrapta (hopefully not dead), they’d found Micah, the once King of Bright Moon, thought long-dead!  And he was a badass sorcerer!  (And more than a bit of a goofball).   And then…there was Hordak.   They’d come across him wrapped up in the despair-inducing vines that grew throughout the island that had been trying to consume them all.  He was calling out for Entrapta, crying over his failure to save her and ranting, tearing and screaming at the vines (he still had some fight in him) and he was yelling something about “Prime’s self-lubricating asshole!” as a general curse. Bow asked Adora if She-Ra could bleach his brain.  She told him that she didn’t think the powers worked that way because they were not working for her that way. Adora, in She-Ra form, took pity on him and freed him from the vines.  Entrapta showed up when she had him at sword-point under threat not to make any funny moves.   The rescue went better than expected, although it took Entrapta wrapping the warlord up in a hair-cocoon to keep the signal and the vines from getting at him again.  Adora had never seen a man so depressed!  He kept going on and on to Entrapta about his unworthiness of her, for “believing that treacherous Force Captain!” and getting her into a deadly situation.  Entrapta handled it with her usual aplomb, claiming that Beast Island was a “PARADISE of forgotten technological horrors!”  And Adora couldn’t believe it…she saw a smile on his skull-like face!   He’d found out that Entrapta was here, apparently, when he’d caught a strange, disconcerting recording from his Imp and did a check over some surveillance-footage caught by the Fright Zone’s cameras that someone had apparently attempted to erase.  Though the white noise and screen-snow, he had been able to make out a familiar feline figure and familiar twin-tails of hair.  He had put his spy-child in charge of trusted soldiers and had taken his speediest skiff straight to the island.  He had not even bothered to deal with Catra, leaving her to her own devices. They say that war makes strange bedfellows. No less than three members of the Horde had joined with the Rebellion recently: Scorpia, Entrapta and… most surprising of all, Lord Hordak!   Entrapta read ahead in the canon’s script and let Hordak know what was in store for him should he reunite with Horde Prime. He had to face full-on that his indoctrination and memories were faulty.  He could rejoin his master god-brother or stay with his mad scientist girlfriend, not that him even being on Beast Island to rescue Entrapta hadn’t already made the story an alternate universe fanfiction, anyway, but that’s neither here nor there.   Entrapta had an ass that wouldn’t quit, so his choice was clear.   And this was how Hordak decided to join with the Etherian Rebellion against Horde Prime!  And this brings us to the present after this long ramble.   “It’s been glossed over,” Entrapta says to you, starting at your soul through the text on your screen, “but give the fanfic author a break!  It’s Christmas Week and she celebrates! Although if I’m telling the truth, she’s also pretty lazy.”   “I heard that.”   “Of course you did!  You’re typing it!”   “So, anyway,” Entrapta chimes, “Hordak was really sad and conflicted by all of this, but I kissed him better, so you don’t have to worry about him.”   “Who ARE you talking to?” Adora asks.   In the weeks that followed the Beast Island rescue, Hordak became invaluable to the cause.  He knew how Horde Prime operated.  He educated the Rebellion on the nature of Horde-clones.  He was watched carefully, but he proved himself to be fully on-cause for the freeing of Etheria.   “That’s because he didn’t want to be lobotomized!” Entrapta throws your way.  “I mean… I had to show him the script, but I got through to him!  Also, he didn’t want to see me dragged around by my hair, or be ordered to shoot me, so we totally decided to make this story an AU!”   “AU?” Bow asks, “Entrapta, are you talking about gold or something?  On the periodic table of elements?”   “Nope!  I’m talking to the readers!  AU stands for Alternate Universe! It’s what happens when something goes different in a timeline and the world is fundamentally changed, even if there are other versions of you in it!  Like Rick and Morty!” “Huh?”     “Shouldn’t we be concentrating on getting Mara’s ship worthy to go into space?”  Adora asks.  She is exhausted with bags under her eyes.  She has been trying to protect everyone from robots and clones and has been running herself ragged without her She-Ra powers. She’d only now gotten back safely inside the magic-barrier of the Bright Moon war-camp.   “Yeeeah… she still lost the She-Ra powers,” Entrapta helpfully explains to you, the reader.  “The Heart of Etheria activated, popping us straight out of Despondos! There are stars in the sky now!  It’s WONDERFUL! Well, except for all the war and invasion and constant danger of death!  But that’s what makes it so exciting!  The clone-ships arrived and it’s been a real mess!  Glimmer got taken up in a tractor-beam.  Hordak explained what it was when we saw it.  It’s been a WILD time!  And Adora broke her sword because she didn’t want to be forced to activate the weapon, which is kind of disappointing actually, because the explosions would have been EPIC!  We could have gotten so much data!” “Entrapta!”   “Okay, Bow, okay!  I think the readers understand what I’m getting at!”   “How are you coming along?” Adora asks her and Bow.  She takes a look at Hordak, seated in a chair under the tent where Entrapta and Bow are working with the blueprints to Mara’s ship and miscellaneous computer-parts. “Any luck, any of you?”   “Well, we’ve gotta patch up the outer layer of the ship super-super tight because one hull-breach and everyone’s dead! Suffocated in the vacuum of space!  There are so many FAAAASCINATING ways to die in space!”   “With the exception of myself,” Hordak rumbles. “My people can survive short jaunts into the void.”   “Yeah!” Entrapta pipes up, “With his unique cyborg-physiology, he can TOTALLY get spaced and come out alive!”   “All the same, I would rather not test it. Open space is… unpleasant.”   “He’s already tracked down Horde Prime’s main signal!” Entrapta exclaims, beaming with pride.   “What? Really?”  Adora asks, taken aback.   “I am… as I was… cut off from the hive mind,” Hordak explains, “but I can still overhear some of the mind-whispers of my brothers on a low-level when they are near.”   “We also went near to one of the spires while Bow made you take a nap yesterday!” Entrapta tells her.  “I know, I know” she says with a wave of a tail of hair made into a hand, “It was super-dangerous.  He almost got captured!  And it gave him a massive headache, but he could feel the coordinates!” Hordak retrieved something from a bag in the shadows by his chair.  He held up a slim data pad with… a smile?  Hordak had the goofiest smile on his face that Adora had ever seen.  In fact, seeing him so much as crack a simple grin filled her with a terror born of the uncanny valley.   “So, are we ready to go save Glimmer, then?” Adora asks hopefully.   “Not unless you want to get sucked into the crushing void of space!” Entrapta chimes, pointing a hair-finger in the air.  “The ship – I named her Darla, by the way – she took a lot of damage rusting away in the desert for all those years! Centuries!  Oh, and the escape from Beast Island wasn’t too kind to her, either!  We’ve been working day and night – Bow insists we get rest, I just think we need more espresso (it comes in tiny mugs)!... I estimate we’ll get Darla spaceworthy in, oh…about five years?” “And we don’t have that long,” Bow says with a worried look at the sky.   “There’s got to be a way!” Adora nearly wails. “Please!” Hordak stands up from his chair and walks out of the shadows.  “I believe I have a solution,” he says. “What? What?” Adora demands, “We modify some of the Fright Zone stuff?  If anyone would know how to make a skiff space-worthy, it would be you, I suppose… I mean, you built the Fright Zone from a crashed ship, right?”   Hordak calmly holds up a hand.  “Cease at once!” he barks.   Adora straightens, her soldier’s programming kicking in.   “I have a solution that is far more simple, albeit, unusual.  Please step back from me.”   Dumbfounded, Adora and Bow step away. Entrapta has a knowing, all-too excited grin on her face.   Hordak suddenly goes straight and stiff. He holds his head down and pins his ears back.  He balls his fists at his sides.   “Is he… trying to fight constipation?” Bow asks.   Suddenly, sparks of electricity flow over his form.  His armor shifts and it seems… like his very skin splits and turns to re-arrange itself in strange plates!  The mass starts growing, as if Hordak’s interior was larger than his exterior would have a viewer believe. In less than a minute, where Hordak was standing – there is a large rocket.   “Huh? What?!”  Adora and Bow exclaim as one. People all around the Bright Moon camp gasp and gawk.  Entrapta’s eyes sparkle as one who has just witnessed the revealing of a very special secret that she had been waiting a long time to share.  She has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.   King Micah screams.  Shadow Weaver huffs and inspects her fingernails.  Frosta can be heard saying “Aaaaw, BADASS!”  Someone tells her that kids her age should not use the word “Ass.”   Adora stares up and up and up.   The rocket… has Hordak’s face on it.   “Ha-ha!” Entrapta laughs.  She looks up at the Hordak-rocket.  “You said you didn’t think you could do it anymore, but I knew you could!”   “It has been… a long time,” the Hordak-face says stiffly.   “His face…is moving…” Bow says with a shiver. He hugs the nearest person to him for support.  Thankfully, he latches onto Scorpia, who is a great hugger and also needs the moral support. “I swear I had no idea he could do that!” Scorpia proclaims.   “Maybe you should explain, Hordak!” Entrapta encourages.   “Very well.” He answers, his mouth and his brows moving in an organic fashion that was most disconcerting to see upon something resembling a nuclear-payload-capable intercontinental ballistic missile.   Where had his arms and legs gone?  It appeared that they had turned completely into fins.  Bow looks down at the end of the rocket pointed toward the ground with a growing wariness.  Was that his...?  Wait? Was it? He supposed it made sense that his posterior would become…that.   What did a Hordak-rocket require for fuel? Spicy food?   “I…am a cyborg,” Hordak intones.  “All of Horde Prime’s clones are, as well as Horde Prime himself.  We have organic parts and technological parts.”   “Wait,” Adora says, scratching her head, “Can they ALL do this?” “No,” Hordak answers.  “I modified myself further to compensate for my failing health and to suit the environment of Etheria better, as well as… let us say I tried some schemes in warfare in the past that failed and was left stuck with the results. I rarely use my cybernetic shape-shifting abilities as they can be quite…painful.”   Entrapta wraps her arms part-way around the cylinder that is now the bulk of Hordak’s body.  She wraps her hair around it, too.  “Aw…”   “I will…deploy an opening and…no more than three of you… can climb inside of me and we can storm the flagship to rescue your queen.”   “Inside…you?” Bow asks.   Adora makes a face.   Everyone in the camp (except for Entrapta, who is beaming) cringes.   “Ew…” Scorpia says flatly.   “Eh…can we take a raincheck on that?” Adora inquires.  “I mean, I’m sure with some extra TLC we can get the other ship working?”   “As you wish,” Hordak says.  He squints that strange rocket-decal like face until his body shifts in reversal of what it had done before.  Once he is in humanoid form again, he sways and Entrapta catches him.   “It’s the thought that counts,” she assures him, patting him on the back with her hair.   Everyone in the Bright Moon camp cannot stop staring.   “What the fuck just happened?!” someone shouts. Adora cannot help but think she dodged a bullet.   The last thing she wanted to think about was “being inside Hordak.”   THE END. 

a burn and an ache

summary:

You remember her because He needs you to. The pain associated with knowing her has faded, peeled like a tendon from a bone, but you must know her. Of course you must be the one to face her. 

You now think of her as a story. She-Ra, the lasting glory of the Tyrants, lost to the darkness of the rebels. She is flesh hardly protected from the weapon she carries but you–the vessel, the mission, hardened steel in the place of what you once were. You are to bring her into the Light. You are destined to bring her home.

You wait. You wait. 

or 

a save the cat study.

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chapters: 1/1

pairing: adora/catra

word count: 5,186

summary: 'Catra starts coming over a lot more, Adam notices.

She’s over for dinner a few times, and on the weekends it seems like she basically moves in. When she and Adora aren’t at their place, Adam assumes that they’re over at Catra’s.

It’s nice that his sister finally has a real best friend, Adam thinks. She has a lot of friends, sure. She’s really close with Glimmer and Bow, but they’ve always had each other. Adora has never really had one friend that she’s super close with, so Adam is happy for her.'

Or, oblivious brother Adam doesn't realise that Catra and Adora are more than just gal-pals.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Catra & Scorpia (She-Ra) Characters: Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Canon, Comfort No Hurt, Idiots in Love, my editor wanted that one, Established Relationship, Accidental Lore Summary:

On the day of Scorpia's coronation, Catra has self-doubts about her deserving to be the one to crown her friend. Luckily, Adora is here to help!

catradora where they’re sleeping together in the same bed and one of them has a nightmare so the other comforts them 🥺

A faint hum ricochets against the halls of Brightmoon, twinkling and shimmering in nature. That’s the only indication that anyone else’s within the castle, the usual laughter of its halls dulled by the serenity of sleep.  Adora watches as the moonlight filters in through the curtains of her and Catra’s room, staining the duvet with a streak of silver, and illuminating her girlfriend’s face. She looks so peaceful in her sleep; her muscles relaxed and her expression light - it’s a shame seeing her like this had been so few and far between during the war. From her position in Adora’s lap, Catra shifts, and her warmth spills like drops of tea onto her legs. She mutters a few words, meanings hazed by their semi-conscious nature, and her shoulders tense against her. Her hands clench into fists, and her face breaks out into something akin to a silent scream. Just seeing it makes Adora’s heart break.  Adora’s hand stills against Catra’s head. ”Catra?” When she doesn’t immediately get a response - understandable, considering her girlfriend was very much asleep at the moment - she gently yet firmly shifts her palm to Catra’s exposed shoulder, allowing herself a short smile at the way the light illuminated the bumps and ridges that adorned it.  “Catra, wake up, you’re having a nightmare.” Adora says, shaking her in the hopes of waking her up.  Catra’s eyes flutter a couple times, something troubled flickering within them, before widening; yellow and blue, haunted by the ghosts of their pasts, standing out in the dimly-lit room. Her head whips around the room; towards the raised ceiling, the plush mattress the two of them sat on, the waterfall, before squarely landing on Adora’s face.   “Adora?”  “It’s okay, you’re safe now,” Adora murmurs into the scruff of her hair. ”I’ve got you.”  Catra smiles. “I never needed you to catch me.” “I know.” Adora says, returning her hand to Catra’s head, smiling as she lets out a hum of contentment.  “But.” Catra says, averting her gaze, “I’m glad you did.” “And I’ll never stop.”

Hey folks, since I have an A03 now should I write a story about Huntara dealing with drunk Adora?

Like, they're in the Crimson Waste tavern shortly after the war, just catching up with each other, and Adora drinks too much and Huntara is regretting everything.

(P.S, my AO3 username is PheTheTeaDrinker.)

Shadow Weaver begins to train her successors, and Micah finds his will to live. A new chapter of Starwalker is available to read now! Hit the link above to read the latest addition, "Mercy Mirror."

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Rated M for depictions of suicide/self-harm and abuse.

Five years have passed since Emeth Light Spinner cast the Spell of Obtainment and was presumed dead. But little does the world know that she survived, and lives on as the dark sorceress Shadow Weaver. As the second-in-command of the Horde, she has bound herself to wreaking destruction on Etheria as revenge for the pain they put her through. But Shadow Weaver has a secret - care for the soon-to-be king of Bright Moon, General Micah of the Rebellion. Though the young, idealistic commander does not know who she is, Shadow Weaver watches him with buried longing for a return to the days when they trained together as master and apprentice in Mystacor. She cannot allow anyone in the Horde to know this, for fear of being deposed - not even her most loyal servant, Carmen - and cannot let her identity slip to him for fear of rejection.

Entrapdak Fans, Your Attention Please!

Hi!

The Dapper Critter here, author of sleeper hit cuddly Entrapdak fic, Sleepless in the Fright Zone.

As you may remember, I’ve been teasing a second fic for some time. However, I hit a lot of snags on the road--some of it had to do with the pandemic, some of it had to do with looking back on SPOP and realizing it wasn’t as good as I remember. Either way, I ended up getting distracted with personal business or other fandoms that I felt more comfortable in.

But!

After actual years of teasing the good people of the Entrapdak fandom, I need your honest help.

Your feedback is appreciated!

Title: Diamonds really are the way to an enby's heart

Summary: Double Trouble finds a great profit- and friend- in Entrapta. But they can't help but wonder what she's really planning, tinkering away on machines that get bigger and... rounder.

Excerpt:

"Hmmm," they said. "Well, I can't say I oppose the idea, but it will cost you quite the pretty penny, Princess. What are you offering?"

"Whatever you'd like! I'm not short of cash."

"Careful, now. I'm quite the gold digger."

Entrapta blinks, processing that. "Oh, that's okay! My land is full of gold. Well, gold, sapphire, rubies... most precious gemstones, really."

Double Trouble's smile couldn't get any bigger if they were shapeshifting it. "Why didn't you say so, sweetheart? I'll cut you a deal. Allow me to peruse your mines. I'll find the gemstones I find most beautiful. Then you can pay to have them put into lovely sparklies! I get new jewels- or at least some expensive pawn items- and you get your tests. Sound fair?"

"Of course!" She seemed just as excited by the prospect as they were. "To be honest, I expected you to ask for more."

"Oh, I think we're going to be best friends, my dear."

Fun fact! This started out as, like, a silly little fluff fic about Double Trouble and Entrapta becoming friends. It's still that, just with some fun little story bits and, well, pain.

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The final chapter is out! Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Bow/Glimmer (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Glimmer (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Catra & Glimmer (She-Ra) Characters: He-Man | Adam, Skeletor (He-Man), Horde Prime (She-Ra), Sorceress of Castle Grayskull | Zoar the Falcon, Man-At-Arms (He-Man), Orko (He-Man), Battle Cat | Cringer, Teela (He-Man), Randor (He-Man), Evil-Lyn (He-Man), Trap Jaw (He-Man), Mer-Man (He-Man), Beastman (He-Man), Tri-Klops (He-Man), Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Melog (She-Ra) Additional Tags: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) References, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Spoilers, References to He-Man and the Masters of the Universe Series: Part 1 of She-Ra Stories - Postbellum Summary:

Taking place in the universe of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), He-Man: Fight for Eternia is a story that takes place on the First One's homeworld of Eternia, and explores the missing He-Man characters absent from the show.

New chapters every Friday. All 7 Chapters are currently written and will continue to be published weekly.

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Hey! You ever search for a specific fanfiction genre but you can't find any fics or the ones you do find are so bad they make you wish death upon the author? Well I've been there, done that, got the shirt.

So I decided to do something about it.

Gentlemen, I present the first not-completely-garbage Adora/Male Reader fanfiction on the internet...

We Are Enemies (By A Technicality)