#or like all his friends start screaming during the quick piqué turns at the end and he’s never been happier

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having random au thoughts but ballet dancer race is so very special to me… mini fic in the tags lol

#his teacher made him take pre-pointe when he was like 11 because he had weak wobbly ankles but high arches and kept hurting himself #at the end of the year when all the girls had their first pointe fittings he was like wtf :( i want some too after all this work :( #so his mom took him to get fitted for pointe shoes expecting him to try it for a while and then be over it bc boys don’t do pointe #but he LOVED it and it helped his overall dancing SO MUCH #so then he gets to college and leaves his home studio and has this secret skill that he keeps under wraps for a while #until they’re doing this big year end showcase where he needs to choose a variation to perform #and he’s like fuck it. this is my time to stand out. #and he chooses grand pas classique bc of COURSE he has to do the most. if he’s doing this he’s choosing something super difficult #to show off how actually insanely controlled his dancing is and how graceful his lines are… which isn’t always as clear in male variations #and he doesn’t wear a tutu or a tiara bc he doesn’t want this to look like he’s doing drag or making a joke #he finds this gorgeous costume that’s manly but beautiful and suits him just right and he goes out there en pointe and crushes it #but yeah idk he goes from so nervous to just. fuckin validated and overjoyed as soon as ge hits the end pose and everyone starts cheering #or like all his friends start screaming during the quick piqué turns at the end and he’s never been happier #and his first teacher is probably there (maybe it’s medda) and god it was worth it to make him try something weird when he was little #bc look at him now :’)