Words: 329 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Ship: Adora/Catra
(important historical context - women were not allowed to act in the Elizabethan Period, so men did female roles in drag. women throughout history have crossdressed to access things barred to women, so I went nuts with that information)
"You'll surely be caught if you keep tugging at it."
Adora's head whips back, hand coming down from her side, where she was trying to adjust the wrappings binding her chest flat.
The boy behind her - Curran? - arches his eyebrow. Adora very deliberately does not think about how he looks in Juliet's dress. That's not what she's supposed to find attractive about him. Though his eyes pull her in too, blue and yellow, impossible not to notice. Maybe, despite her current charade, there's hope for her after all.
On stage, the Montagues continue to argue. "I had a farming accident," Adora says, spilling the lie she'd practiced.
Curran's lips wrinkle like he's trying not to laugh. Adora must have found him fetching before he got into costume. She must have.
"What a coincidence, Adam," Curran says. "Me too."
Adora looks back up at the stage, heart hammering. "I know not what you mean."
Curran's breath is warm on her ear. "How do you think I manage Juliet's skirts so well?"
Curran's grinning when Adora turns back. The bindings over Adora's chest feel tighter than ever. "Adam is my brother's name," Adora says.
Curran flicks glowing eyes to the stage and back. "My cue's coming up," Curran says. "But come to my lodging house tonight. We can trade names then."
"At least," Adora says before her brain catches up to her. If her cheeks weren't already red, they must be now. They flame like the fires of hell that Adora's rapidly hurtling towards.
Curran's eyes gleam. "Catra is my name," she says. "Get the rest tonight."
"What, Juliet!"
Catra vanishes, and Adora wills herself to calm. She's an actor. She can pretend that she's not consumed by wondering how much Catra's form resembles Juliet's.
Scenes later, Romeo and Juliet kiss, a soft and chaste thing, and again. "You kiss by the book," Catra says, eyes flitting to Adora as she says it, and Adora drowns in that madness most discreet.
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FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-09 01:44 am (UTC)Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra
(important historical context - women were not allowed to act in the Elizabethan Period, so men did female roles in drag. women throughout history have crossdressed to access things barred to women, so I went nuts with that information)
"You'll surely be caught if you keep tugging at it."
Adora's head whips back, hand coming down from her side, where she was trying to adjust the wrappings binding her chest flat.
The boy behind her - Curran? - arches his eyebrow. Adora very deliberately does not think about how he looks in Juliet's dress. That's not what she's supposed to find attractive about him. Though his eyes pull her in too, blue and yellow, impossible not to notice. Maybe, despite her current charade, there's hope for her after all.
On stage, the Montagues continue to argue. "I had a farming accident," Adora says, spilling the lie she'd practiced.
Curran's lips wrinkle like he's trying not to laugh. Adora must have found him fetching before he got into costume. She must have.
"What a coincidence, Adam," Curran says. "Me too."
Adora looks back up at the stage, heart hammering. "I know not what you mean."
Curran's breath is warm on her ear. "How do you think I manage Juliet's skirts so well?"
Curran's grinning when Adora turns back. The bindings over Adora's chest feel tighter than ever. "Adam is my brother's name," Adora says.
Curran flicks glowing eyes to the stage and back. "My cue's coming up," Curran says. "But come to my lodging house tonight. We can trade names then."
"At least," Adora says before her brain catches up to her. If her cheeks weren't already red, they must be now. They flame like the fires of hell that Adora's rapidly hurtling towards.
Curran's eyes gleam. "Catra is my name," she says. "Get the rest tonight."
"What, Juliet!"
Catra vanishes, and Adora wills herself to calm. She's an actor. She can pretend that she's not consumed by wondering how much Catra's form resembles Juliet's.
Scenes later, Romeo and Juliet kiss, a soft and chaste thing, and again. "You kiss by the book," Catra says, eyes flitting to Adora as she says it, and Adora drowns in that madness most discreet.