A drabble I wrote a long while ago for PumpkingxAngel in one of my old art books! I stubbled upon it during one of my read throughs of my art book and decided to put it in here! I hope you enjoy rereading this old dumpster fire again lmao!

No warnings! Just a sweet story of acceptance!

Word Count: 890

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During one particularly bad stormy morning, a blonde haired boy sat on a porch and stared off into the distance. His eyes read a pretty sad expression as he stared off at whatever it was he was looking at. He seemed pretty distracted and cold, with the rain water falling on him with a pretty heavy downpour. This seemed to match whatever emotions were running through this young man's head. Behind him, a door opened up and a brown haired gentleman walked outside, holding a pretty large coat. "Francis?"

There was no response from the blonde man, who only stirred a little, not making a noise. The brown haired man walked up to him and placed the coat around him, sitting down next to him, "Hey Francis. You've been out here a while, you should come inside before you freeze," the brown haired man whispered softly, pressing his hand onto his thigh.

"Archi," Francis breathed, looking down at his hands. From what Archi could see of his blonde partner's face, he had started to turn a light shade of pink, before he jerked away, "It's not that cold out here. I'll live..."

Sighing softly, Archi held his hand back while they sat in complete silence, with the rain falling around them. It was kind of nice, if not for the feeling of tension in the air between them. There was something wrong about his partner, he could feel it. He's never been a super emotional person, usually being the one to just want to tell people to stop crying or to sit there and get annoyed when it happens. However, Francis was another story. He was the only one Archi wanted to be open and vulnerable for, and he wanted his lover to do the same. Nothing would make him feel like his partner didn't deserve to open up. Scooting a bit closer to Francis, the brown haired man gently whispered to him, "I know something's wrong with you dear. Can you please tell me, I really want to hear what's on your mind."

Another moment of silence passed between them both, before Francis finally spoke up, "Are you sure you want to hear Archi..? What if it makes you upset or... hate me or something?" He asked, looking at his brown eyed partner, his own blue eyes glistening with tears.

"I could never hate you, Fran. Please, I want to know what's wrong, love."

Taking a deep breath, Francis finally spoke, "Archi... I-i feel like this body isn't my own. That... this i-isn't me. I wake up every morning feeling like a fraud, and I feel so sad. I've felt this way for a while, and I never really understood why. I just- I don't feel happy like this," He paused, shaking a bit, with Archi gently rubbing his back, not giving him any looks of anger or anything negative, so he continued, "I-i've actually started to wear girl clothes and make up. I-i don't know if you've ever noticed or not b-but... I've even been trying to sound more feminine. It makes me feel really good to do that actually. I-i feel happier with myself, until I'm reminded that I'm a guy. I want to... I want to change Archi. I-i started looking at hormone therapy and all this other stuff to try and see if it was just right and- and I want to do it! I've just been so scared that you'd think it was wrong and that you'd leave me..." He turned away, tears running down his face, with him breathing heavily. He was terrified to tell his partner any of that, and Archi could feel it. He wrapped his arm around Francis' shoulder and held him close, the rain falling on both of them even more.

"Francis... thank you. Thank you for telling me this. I would've never, ever known that you were feeling like this. I'm so glad you told me, that was very brave of you. You're so brave and strong, and that's what I love about you. I love you, not the gender you are or the clothes you wear, I love you and that isn't going to change at all. In fact, I want to help you out. Is there anything I can do that can make you feel happier with yourself? Anything at all?"

Francis' tears started to grow bigger and fell faster, making her cry louder and wrap her arms around Archi's neck, "Archi! You have no idea the joy I feel hearing that! T-that means so much to me! Thank you so much! I-i just... thank you! I-i thought about my new name and everything! Do you want to hear it?" He asked, crying with relief. Archi wrapped her arms around her lover and nodded, telling him he'd love to hear the new name, "Paris... I want to be called Paris. Is t-that too much to ask?"

"No, it's not. It's a lovely name, it fits you well dear. Paris... I love you. I will always love you."