A young girl climbed up a step ladder to stand at the podium before a tense Charlotte City Council meeting.
Petite in size, with braids in her hair and hearts on her t-shirt, Zianna Oliphant collected herself and delivered her message loud and clear.
“It’s a shame that our fathers and mothers are killed and we can’t see them anymore. It’s a shame that we have to go to their graveyard and bury them. We need our fathers and mothers to be by our side.”
Summary: when the unimaginable happens and you see yourself trapped inside your best friend’s body, magic doesn’t seem like child’s play anymore. (Teen!Lin)
Word Count: 4,719
Warnings: A lot of cursing and a lot of dick jokes, lol
A/N: WRITE-A-THON DAY #1 Y’ALL!!!! (and no, you’re not lost, I decided to post this earlier because I’ve been getting a crazy amount of love today and to me this is the best way I can think of to repay you guys) This might be the funniest piece I’ve written in my life. It was so fun to picture the whole situation and to brainstorn with @down4usnavy because she’s THE BEST and thanks to my hamwriters girls for proofreading this mess and @tempfixeliza for reading this also and giving me that ol’ confidence boost. Hope you like it!
You didn’t believe in magic. At least not anytime after you turned nine years old. But then… You woke up that morning.
You started by noticing you weren’t in your bedroom, was it… Lin’s bedroom? Movie posters, comic books and many, many cassettes, yeah, that was definitely Lin’s bedroom. But you didn’t sleep with him last night, you remembered clearly the moment he dropped you home like he always did and went back to his place.
As your hand moved to your face trying to wake yourself up when you felt… Was that facial hair? Since when did you have a stubble? All the drowsiness that you could possibly have just vanished when you got up from the small bed and ran to the the mirror. You couldn’t blame the dim light coming through the curtains for that.
You were Lin-Manuel.
Worse, you were yourself trapped in Lin-Manuel’s body.
Louis has to write more songs than the others to pay for his extensive T-shirt collection. How the hell he has an appropriate but vague garment for every situation. How does he find the time to source them all?
Honestly, he must spend the majority of his waking hours searching for and buying up every skull/skeleton shirt in existence, as well as designs about roses, hearts, apt song lyrics, celebrities in similar circumstances, and of course, all the nautical imagery in the world… And when he runs out of available designs, he has one-offs commissioned for him to wear.
You’d think with his t-shirt fixation, he’d be able to arrange THE FUCKING OOPS SHIRTS HE PROMISED US WERE COMING, BUT APPARENTLY NOT GOD DAMN IT