"Mon ami? Red? Are you awake?"
"Yo, I'm here,"
"Can we talk...? Outside?"
Is he going to fucking kill me!? Fuck! Did I do something wrong!?
"Sure,"
We step outside.
"Baiser... comment faire-je dire il?"
???? ??? ???? ??? ?? ???
I can't see his face.
"Do you care about... society rules? Like... men work and women sit at home?"
I snort. "Uh no?? Why???"
"S-sometimes... I-I... ... Promise you won't judge me?"
I'm so fucking confused?????
"Of course, you're my friend,"
I still can't see shit.
"Usually... sometimes... Sometimes I think my brain tells me I'm a woman..."
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...
...
UM.
"Oh...kay... why are you telling me this?"
"Because... because I feel like you're the only one who won't hate me for it..."
"Lafayette, you are whoever you want to be, don't live under the expectations of someone else,"
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...
...
"Thank you, mon ami,"
"Oh, and if we're trading secrets, madam,"
She snorted. "Yes?"
"I prefer 'they' 'them' pronouns,"
"Duly noted, but uh, don't mention it around the others... please,"
"Of course, tell them in your own time,"
"Thank you, mon cher,"
"No problem,"
With a relieved sigh and satisfied with the conversation, we slipped back into the tent to sleep.
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Changing History
FanfictionThis isn't what I expected from moving in with Blue at all. Sorry for any misspellings! I'm happy to hear any constructive criticism, requests or ideas! Hamilton the musical belongs to Lin-Manuel Miranda Be respective of those around you please! Pe...
