Hi! I'm Layne (they/them) and this is just a collection of random one shots that I wrote. I may not be the most active, since I'm not supposed to read fanfics let alone write them or have an account. This book will include Hamilton the Musical. All...
Warning- coming out, transitioning, mentions of panic attacks, cute happy Sam, actual supporting parents for once!
A/n- Unlike most trans au's I'm not going to have his deadname be similar to his real name. I just don't feel it is right for him, so his deadname will be Emilie (pronounced like Emily). Thanks for understanding!
Modern high school Au / Soulmate Au (quick change! Sam's birthday is February 15)- first person (yes there will be a pov switch in here later)
Well, it's another Valentine's day without my soulmate! I know I'll be able to meet Samuel one day, but I really don't want to. You see, even though I have a guy's name on my wrist, I still have a MAJOR crush on my best friend Emilie. She's smart, and sweet, and SO CUTE! I've been wanting to tell her for a while, but it's not her name on my wrist.
We're supposed to go to her house after school then go shopping for her birthday tomorrow. Which is good! She needs someone to cheer her up. She's been acting strange for the last couple months, and everytime I ask about it she runs to the bathroom. I think Alex and the self-appointed Hamilsquad (minus John) have been picking on her more, which explains the more frequent panic attacks.
As I write my thoughts in my journal someone knocks on the door. Before I could answer it opens and my brother walks in.
"Hey (bro/sis/sib)! What'cha writing?" He smirks.
"Hey, dork! Nothing you need to know about! Now will you please do me the simple favor of leaving?" I stare at him still holding my journal.
"I'm your brother! I need to know everything, so no." He sat on my bed in front of me causing me to hide my journal a little.
"No you don't!" I yell as he snatches my journal.
His face shifts from a smile, to a frown, as he reads on. "So my little nerd has a crush, huh?" He smirks.
I nod weakly in return.
"You're right about the boys bullying her, but there isn't much I can do. I'll try but I mean, you know how Alex is. And about the 'her not being your soulmate' thing. It's normal to crush on people who aren't your soulmate. Remember, Alex dated Eliza even though they knew they weren't soulmates. Now Alexander and I are together and Eliza found out she's Aro/Ace (sorry, I have a strong belief that either Peggy or Eliza dates Maria and the other is Aro/Ace, Angelica is an asexual lesbian). It'll get better, I promise! Now sleep, so you can see your girlfriend tomorrow!" He smiled and tossed back my journal. I rolled my eyes as he left the room.
★The next day after school at Sam's house★
Sammy's pov
Ok, so my parents are out, picking up the decorations and stuff, while I finish my cake. It's not like my parents won't do it for me, it's just I wanted to do something special for my cake as a surprise.
As I finish the final swirl of purple icing on the rainbow on my cake there was a knock on my door. I rush over to greet my best friend (y/n) who was standing with an envelope holding what I'd assume to be a birthday card.
"Hi (y/n)! My parents are on their way home. In fact, there they are now!" I saw as I notice their car pull up.
We set up the decorations and soon we decided that it was time to eat the cake. My anxiety started to build up. What if they laugh at me? What if they don't understand? What if they hate me? What if they kick me out?
I swallow these fears and approach the cake insisting I should be the one to cut it. I cut through the beautiful rainbow icing I had worked so hard on, and into the deep sponginess of the cake. I pull the cake knife out of one side and plunge it into the cake again creating a perfect triangle of cake. As I lift the slice of cake up, blue beads spill everywhere, and the pink, blue and white of the slice shine through the quiet kitchen.
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The first one is the outside of the cake. The second one is the inside (minus the blue bead things).
Then out of nowhere (y/n) cuts the tension and says, "So you're trans?" I shyly nod in response. "Ok, so may I ask, what are your pronouns and your name?"
"Well, I prefer he/him and I was thinking Samuel. Samuel Seabury. Sounds nice right?"
They paled at the sound of my name.
"May I ask a more personal question?" I got nervous, but still nodded in agreement. "Who is your soulmate? Like what's the name written on your wrist?"
I showed them my wrist, where written in a hasty scribble easily identified as (y/n)'s (Sorry if you have good handwriting! Just roll with it!) signature. In return they simply uncovered their wrist to show the name Samuel in my own handwriting.
"Well my prince, why don't we see about getting you some proper mens clothes?" (Y/n) suggests.
I blush at my new nickname and look at my parents and they nod in approval. (Y/n) hugs me quickly before walking out to the car followed by my parents and we spent the rest of the day shopping for new clothes for me. Me, Samuel Seabury.
