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What happens when worlds collide? When Adoras and Catras who made different choices, faced different challenges, and knew different homes come together? . . . Hijinks. That’s what.
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Adora staggered back. “Catra is She Ra?!” She sputtered. “How did she— then why are you . . . How is the Horde even still a thing?”
“Because some of us don’t abandon all of our responsibilities because of brain damage and fancy powers,” the force captain answered.
“If Catra got the sword” she muttered. “The war would be over in like ten minutes. How are you—“ Desperate to find some solid ground again, Adora turned to the guests. “The evil Horde’s evil, right?” She asked. “We can all agree on that?”
“Yep.” Agreed the Adora in a white jumpsuit and crisp blue jacket.
“Obviously,” seconded the Adora in black and gold Magicat garb.
“A necessary one,” the older Adora in Hordak’s armor conceded.
“I’ll do you one better. What is the Horde?” The Adora with the bat and red varsity jacket asked. “Or the Alliance? Or She Ra? In fact, can you all just define every noun that you’ve used in the last ten minutes?”
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Check out this fic for a taste of multiverse shenanigans (and an introduction to some of the AUs I’ve written longer stories for!)