pairing: dad lin manuel-miranda x child agender reader
word count: 2400
warnings: wow okay a lot of swearing, a LOT of name calling and discrimination towards the reader for being agender, abuse, bullying, blood mention, wound mentions, i think that’s it?
prompt/request: “a ?? family lin x agender reader where lin is reader’s foster dad and reader gets into fights a lot?? and lin doesn’t know its bc reader’s bullied bc theyre gay until he sees it up front? (bonus is reader nearly dies)” from an anon (i took a bit of artistic liberty on this request, but it’s generally still this idea) (i also… really hope i wrote this request right???)
a/n: i really don’t want to trigger anyone with this story, so if you think you could get triggered from the name-calling and bullying, you can skip right to the sweet lin part at the end. i really dont want to trigger anyone at all, i used a lot of references to try and write it as best as i could, and if anyone has any problems with it please dm me so i can change it! but i hope for now its still good! either way, enjoy!
Lin was a good dad. When you were little, as soon as he adopted you, he had always taken you out to baseball games – or to the symphony – or to… well, to any sort of event he could get his hands on tickets for, really. He loved taking you out of the house on adventures, be it with friends or just the two of you. This was because he loved showing you off. You were his absolute pride and joy, in every sense of the word, and he always bragged about how wonderful you are with anybody who would listen. When you realized you were agender, however, you were scared about coming out to him. You were afraid that he would be ashamed of you. The day you finally mustered up the courage to tell him, though, went completely different than how you thought it would.
You and he sat on the couch, him with a hand on your knee, eyes filled with concern. When you started to cry, he looked alarmed and brought you into his arms, kissing your forehead gently. Eventually, you managed to splutter out, “Dad, I-I’m… agender.”
There was a moment of silence as he pulled away. His eyebrows knitted together in the middle of his forehead as he searched for the term in his ocean of a brain, trying to remember what it meant exactly. Then his face broke out into a gentle smile. “That’s cool, kiddo,” he told you, raising his thumbs to wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “Anyway, I wrote this song today…”