Requestor: Purple111306

Ships: Horde Prime/Entrapta (not even gonna try and figure out what that ship name would be), Entradak

AUs: Canon Divergence, Entrapta is captured by Horde Prime instead of Glimmer and Catra

Warnings: Abusive relationship, lack of consent (not in a sexual way!), bit of angst for good measure, referenced murder/genocide, generally pretty dark until the end

Notes: The requestor only asked for Horde Prime/Entrapta, but because all requests that are not specified in detail are up for my interpretation and I was given the okay to portray this ship in the bad light it would realistically exist in, I decided that Entradak endgame was fitting for the sake of not having a ridiculously cynical ending.

NOTICE: While requests are not officially closing, this is the last one I'll be posting for a few weeks. You guys are still free to leave requests and I might even accept some during this break, but I have a metric ton of other writing I've been wanting to get done and I'd like to focus on that for a little while before I dive back into doing requests.

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In some ways, life on Horde Prime's ship wasn't nearly as bad as Entrapta had been expecting. She was treated as a guest, for the most part. She'd been given a lovely room to stay in, Prime asked her to join him for dinner every night, and she was occasionally brought strange machinery to tinker with. In other ways, it was worse than Entrapta could have possibly imagined. 

Prime seemed to have taken a special interest in her, which he attributed to the brilliance he had witnessed her exhibiting in Hordak's memories. Every night at dinner, he would watch her with hungry eyes, prompting her over and over again to ramble about her research and theories. At first, she'd welcomed this; she was always appreciative of a listening ear. But after the third night, Entrapta realized that he was fishing for information. He wanted to know everything she knew about Etheria. 

The wasn't the worst part, however. Five days after Entrapta's capture, Prime began to hunger for something more than knowledge. He would touch her arm or her back whenever they walked together, call her endearing names that felt more like threats than anything else. She distinctly remembered the first time he called her 'his dear'; she'd withered under his predatory gaze. 

Ignoring it became harder as time passed. By the seventh day, he was constantly requesting her presence in his trophy room or throne room. In the trophy room, he showed off artifacts from worlds long dead; a display of strength and, by extension, dominance, if Entrapta was correct. In the throne room, he would sit her down on the arm of his throne and ask her questions. He always asked lightly and casually, as if this were no more than a friendly conversation, but Entrapta was all too aware of how much of an interrogation this really was. Sometimes, he would take her legs and drape them over his lap, gently caressing them with his thumbs as he did so. The first time, she pulled them away and dangled them over the edge of the arm, but he grabbed them back roughly enough that Entrapta knew that she was not to try this again. 

The first kiss happened in the trophy room. He was showing her a head mounted on his wall, the head of an animal from a world he'd destroyed maybe two hundred years ago. 

"I wonder what prize I will keep from Etheria," He mused, gently taking her chin between his thumb and index finger. Slowly, carefully, he tipped her face up and leaned down to connect their lips. She pulled away with a shout.

"Hey-!" Before she could finish her thought, Prime struck her face with a hand, leaving a warm, stinging area behind on her left cheek. 

"You will never refuse me," He snarled. "Do you understand?" For a moment, Entrapta was filled with defiance. Every fiber of her being told her to fight, to refuse to become weak and helpless. But Prime held every advantage here. With clones accompanying them everywhere, Entrapta would always be outnumbered. Even if she could get away from them, Prime had made sure that she would never see the full layout of the ship; she had no idea where to run to or how to leave. The only thing she could do was survive, and with Prime, to survive was to submit. 

"I understand..." She said meekly. 

The second kiss was in her cell. They sat side by side on her bed, talking about Entrapta's old portal theories, when he suddenly pressed their lips together. Entrapta didn't fight him this time, and it was over after about five seconds. He stroked her hair in a way that could almost be described as lovingly if one didn't know better. Entrapta knew better. There was no love in this man, if he could even be called that. Not for her, not for anyone. Entrapta was quite sure that this little game of his would end once he was finished with Etheria and her information was no longer useful. She, or perhaps her body, would be another thing in his trophy room. Maybe he'd show her off as an animal of her world to his next prey. 

Entrapta continued to languish for what she thought might have been another week, but keeping track of time grew increasingly more difficult the longer she stayed. It was when she had nearly given up on leaving that something finally changed.

As Entrapta sat on the arm of Prime's throne, her legs draped over his lap, she noticed one of the clones watching her. He looked remarkably uncomfortable, maybe a little sad. The faintest glimmer of hope stirred in Entrapta's chest. Could it be Hordak? So close to Prime, Entrapta didn't get a chance to confirm her theory, but the thought that Hordak might be here with her eased her mind a great deal.

She started seeing that clone around more and more, identifiable by the kicked puppy expression he wore whenever he saw her with Prime. When he guarded Entrapta's room, which really was just a nicely furnished cell, it became a little harder to recognize him until she started talking. The other clones would completely ignore her unless she actually needed something, but whenever she talked to this specific clone, he would twitch his ear to let her know he was listening. 

A single time, for reasons unknown, he came to guard Entrapta's door alone. She had no idea where his partner was, but she wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. 

"Hey," She called softly from her bed. His ear twitched; definitely the right clone. She slid off the bed and walked to the transparent door. "I don't know if you're really Hordak, but I think you're good anyway. I can see from the way you watch me and Prime that you do have emotions. Do the rest of the clones feel things like that? Do you have relationships? Friends?"

The clone shifted on his feet, but predictably did not answer. Still, she refused to relent. 

"That's okay, I don't have many friends either. Maybe we can be friends with each other." Entrapta waited a few moments, listening to the deafening silence as she watched the clone for any sign of acknowledgment. After what felt like an eternity, the clone gave her an apprehensive glance over his shoulder. There was the smallest bit of familiarity in the way he looked at her. 

Cautiously, the clone turned around to face her properly, glancing around the hallway to make sure he wouldn't be seen. He seemed like he wanted to speak, but something was holding him back. 

"Hordak?" Entrapta tried, her voice barely more than a whisper. 

"I'm... not supposed to have a name," The clone replied. That was true, but he hadn't denied that the name was his. "I'm not supposed to speak to you this way."

"I know, but I won't tell anyone," Entrapta promised. "We can be friends and nobody has to know. We can help each other. You can get me off this ship and I can take you with me. You can be free."

"These notions of freedom exist only for the comfort of lesser beings who have yet to be blessed by Horde Prime's light." With that, the clone whipped back around and resumed guard duty like nothing had ever happened. Entrapta tried multiple times to speak to him again, but he wouldn't even twitch his ear anymore. After several hours, Entrapta inevitably fell asleep. She woke to a pair of guards at her door; potentially-Hordak was gone.

Entrapta had absolutely no idea how much time passed between then and her next encounter with Potentially-Hordak. She'd given up on trying to keep track of the days, just like she'd given up on rescue. The rest of the Alliance clearly had no means to get to her. Unless she could figure out a way to save herself, she was stuck. She only hoped that Etheria was managing.

The next time she saw Potentially-Hordak, she was alone with a few clones in the trophy room. Prime had left her there, told her to marvel at his trophies for as long as she pleased. She certainly wasn't planning to marvel, but she stayed behind because she noticed one of the clones shuffling uncomfortably as Prime walked past. 

"Hordak?" She asked once she was sure Prime was gone.

"I do not have a name," Potentially-Hordak told her firmly. "To have a name is to reject the unity that Horde Prime has given us. It would be a hideous imperfection." 

"But imperfection is beautiful!" Entrapta insisted. She stepped closer to him, using her hair to bring herself up to his height. "Do you remember me saying that before?" 

Potentially-Hordak averted his gaze and said nothing. Entrapta wanted to press further, but the rest of the clones were staring directly at her, eyes narrowed suspiciously. She would have to find another time to try and jog Potentially-Hordak's memories.

'Another time' came much quicker than expected. It had barely been two days when Entrapta woke in what she assumed was the middle of the night to find a solitary guard outside her door. But was it a guard? He wasn't keeping watch, but rather looking inside. Looking at her. It took a moment for her to realize that the door was open.

"What are you doing?" She hopped out of bed quicker than she ever had before.

"Setting you free." The voice was familiar, different from the other clones. There was emotion behind it.

"Are you Hordak?" Entrapta asked hopefully. She hurried to him, looking up at him expectantly.

"Yes," He replied softly. "And you have to go, quickly. Prime is occupied. He won't know until it's too late." 

Hordak gently took her arm and led her through the corridors, his pace fast and urgent. He avoided patrols with ease, though he still glanced nervously over his shoulder every few seconds. Entrapta followed silently, biting her tongue despite how much she wanted to tell him that she'd missed him, that she was so happy to have him back. At the end of one corridor Entrapta had never been allowed near, Hordak ushered her into a room full of bright orange pods. 

"Woah," She looked around in awe. She had never seen anything like it before. "What is all this?"

"There is no time," Hordak quite literally picked her up, his hands gently lifting her underneath her arms, and placed her into a pod. "I'm going to teleport you back to Etheria. I can't watch my brother hurt you anymore." 

"Thank you," Entrapta sighed in relief, her shoulders sagging. The nightmare was finally over. Then his words hit her. "You're coming with me though, right?"

"No, I'm not. Etheria will not accept me." Hordak refused to look at her, instead focusing on inputting coordinates with the keypad in front of the pod.

"But Prime will hurt you," Entrapta insisted. "He'll reset you again. You have to come with me!"

"Keep your voice down," Hordak hissed. "We must not be discovered." He stepped away from the keyboard and the opening in the pod began to close. "When you get back to Etheria, see to it that you survive."

"I will." Entrapta watched as he turned to leave, her heart aching fiercely. On an impulse, she reached out with her hair and encircled his waist, dragging him backward and into the pod just before the opening could fully close.

"What are you doing?" Hordak demanded, twisting his head to look at her in the tight confines of the pod. She'd barely had room to move before dragging Hordak inside; now, they were both pressed against the sides and hardly able to twitch.

"Making sure you survive with me," Entrapta was going to say more, but the world around her suddenly exploded with blinding light. Her body burned and she had to squeeze her eyes shut against the brightness. Was it supposed to be like this? Teleporting with Glimmer had never been painful.

Just as suddenly as it came on, the heat and light subsided. Entrapta could feel something relatively soft underneath her, though it took several moments before she was able to open her eyes and register than she was laying in grass. A starry sky spread out above her, littered with spacecrafts. She was on Etheria. Home.

Slowly, she sat up, listening as Hordak groaned and did the same. The two turned to each other, and though no words were spoken, Entrapta could see affection in Hordak's gaze. The green eyes were unsettling and reminded her a lot of Prime, but the love behind these eyes was real, not cold and calculated like Prime. She was safe with Hordak; she always had been, and she always would be.