Drabbletag 6: Disney: Anna/Merida - Dance Class
Title: Catch
Prompt: Disney: Anna/Merida - Dance Class
Requested by: paperclipbitch
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Anna (Frozen)/Merida (Brave)
Rating: G
Word Count: 222
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A/N: The original prompter might not have had pole dancing in mind when they made this prompt. If so... sorry?
Pole dancing isn’t actually all that feminine or sexy. That’s why Merida likes it, because it’s all biceps and abs, because she can do press-ups and arm wrestle and tell her mother that it’s for her dance class. Elinor doesn’t approve, of course, but Merida only agreed to a dance class, not to any particular one. It’s not her fault if her mother was thinking more of ballet.
She first meets Anna at a different class than her usual, when there’s a yelp from behind her Merida turns without thinking. She catches the girl, but overbalances, and they hit the mat in a tumble of limbs, red hair and curses.
“Sorry,” says the girl, wincing. She’s got as many bruises as any of them.
“Merida,” she replies.
“Anna. Good catch.”
“What was it?”
“Handspring.” Anna shrugs, and to be fair that certainly explains it. Merida’s shouldermount has nearly decapitated their teacher before.
“Good luck.”
She cheers with the others when Anna nails the move, punching the air, and claps her on the shoulder when she dismounts flushed and victorious. Those are the moments that make it all worth it.
She lingers at the end of class, dawdling as Anna retrieves her towel from the ceiling and everyone files out.
“Hey,” says Anna.
“So.” It’s strange to feel nervous. “Coffee?”
Anna smiles. “Totally.”
Prompt: Disney: Anna/Merida - Dance Class
Requested by: paperclipbitch
Fandom: Disney
Pairing: Anna (Frozen)/Merida (Brave)
Rating: G
Word Count: 222
Also on AO3.
A/N: The original prompter might not have had pole dancing in mind when they made this prompt. If so... sorry?
Pole dancing isn’t actually all that feminine or sexy. That’s why Merida likes it, because it’s all biceps and abs, because she can do press-ups and arm wrestle and tell her mother that it’s for her dance class. Elinor doesn’t approve, of course, but Merida only agreed to a dance class, not to any particular one. It’s not her fault if her mother was thinking more of ballet.
She first meets Anna at a different class than her usual, when there’s a yelp from behind her Merida turns without thinking. She catches the girl, but overbalances, and they hit the mat in a tumble of limbs, red hair and curses.
“Sorry,” says the girl, wincing. She’s got as many bruises as any of them.
“Merida,” she replies.
“Anna. Good catch.”
“What was it?”
“Handspring.” Anna shrugs, and to be fair that certainly explains it. Merida’s shouldermount has nearly decapitated their teacher before.
“Good luck.”
She cheers with the others when Anna nails the move, punching the air, and claps her on the shoulder when she dismounts flushed and victorious. Those are the moments that make it all worth it.
She lingers at the end of class, dawdling as Anna retrieves her towel from the ceiling and everyone files out.
“Hey,” says Anna.
“So.” It’s strange to feel nervous. “Coffee?”
Anna smiles. “Totally.”