Mostly Angst Lams One-Shots

Fake Boyfriend (No Angst)

(Genderbent + College AU)

TW: Xenophobia and mild homophobia.

Alexandra Hamilton walked up to the door of her new dorm. She had at last made it from the Caribbean to New York and Kings College. She knocked on the door, ready to meet her roommates. A girl with curly brown hair, tan skin, and a galaxy of freckles opened the door. Alex had seen many attractive girls, but none of her crushes back home compared to the radiance of the woman she was standing in front of. She already felt herself getting lost in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Hey! You must be the new roomie. Come in," she said with a slight southern drawl, like a touch of molasses on a stack of warm fluffy pancakes. Alex quickly collected herself, as she would rather this girl's first impression of her not be 'disaster bi'.

"Thanks! I'm Alexandra Hamilton, but you can call me Alex." She said setting her bags down.

"I'm Joan Laurens, that's Hera Mulligan," she said pointing to a girl on the couch with short hair drinking a beer, "And her girlfriend, Marie-Josephine blah blah blah Lafayette," she continued, pointing to a girl with dark curly hair pulled into a ponytail and wearing a frilly navy blue dress.

"Pour la dernière fois, mon nom est Marie-Josephine Yvette Rochelle Gilberta du Mortier, Marquise de Lafayette!" (For the last time, my name is Marie-Josephine Yvette Rochelle Gilberta du Mortier, Marquise de Lafayette!) She switched back to English "But please dear, just call me Laff."

"Oh! Vous êtes ce célèbre noble français qui s'est faufilé ici sur un bateau habillé en homme! Vous êtes tellement cool!" (Oh! You are that French noblewoman who snuck here on a boat dressed as a man to avoid paparazzi! You're so cool!)

"Oui et merci. Votre français est excellent mon ami. D'où venez-vous?" (Yes and thank you. Your French is excellent, my friend. Where are you from?)

"Je viens des Caraïbes. Nevis en particulier. Mon père m'a appris le français. L'espagnol aussi." (I'm from the Caribbean. Nevis specifically. My dad taught me French. Spanish too.)

"Hey, Frenchie! Newbie! What the fuck are you even talking about," said Hera.

"All she said was she's from the Caribbean ma patate douce."

Hera blushed and pulled Laff into her lap, making her giggle. "I love you too my French fry." The two began making out.

"Um, excuse you! We're still here," Joan complained. Hera and Laff ignored her. She groaned at her friends.

"Come on Alex, let's leave those lovebirds alone and put your stuff away," She said, grabbing Alex's bags for her. She followed her into the room they shared, where the first thing she noticed was the massive lesbian flag hanging on the wall.

"See something you like," questioned Joan humorously.

"Well, looks like we have something in common. We both like girls," Alex said. The two laughed.

Joan quickly peaked her head out the door. "Laff you owe me and Hera $10 each!" Alex stared, confused.

"Oh, we were betting on whether the new roomie, that's you, would be some flavour of gay. Hera and I are both mega lesbians, and Laf's pan."

"Well, I'm a raging bi," she smiled.

Laff opened the door, shoved the $10 bill in Joan's face, and fake stomped off with cartoonish flair.

"Ya, Laff is a dramatic bitch but we love her." The two girls laughed again. Alex was going to like it in New York.

As the months went bi-I mean by, Alex had established herself within her new friend group, as a forced to be reckoned with in debate, and academically as a genius writer and talented speaker. Of course, those abilities often brought her into conflict with her peers.