Shakespeare one shots

Hamlet is gay and no one is surprised

Hey, faeries. I gained inspiration for this at, lemme check the time, ten to three AM. This is really random and I'm half-asleep but my brain refuses to shut up, so I guess I'll write to give it something to not shut up about.

I've also listened to Another Day of Sun about a billion times today, and I suspect that I'll relate to it very much sometime in the future, which probably isn't making my brain any quieter... WITHOUT A NICKEL TO MY NAME, HOPPED A BUS AND HERE I CAME, COULD BE BRAVE OR JUST INSANE- WE'LL HAVE TO SEE

Also, I read a story with an interesting personality headcanon for Claudius that I really liked, so you can expect to see him portrayed quite differently from how you're used to.

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~ Hamlet's PoV ~

"Hey, M-Mom? Can I talk to you?"

"Just a moment, hon!"

I anxiously bit my lip as my mother backed carefully down the rickety ladder to the attic, dusting her hands off when she reached the bottom with an I Accomplished Something look on her face.

"And that's the last of the boxes. Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?" She asked.

I foundered for a moment, opening and closing my mouth in hopes that the right words would magically come out. Ha, puns.

"Is this a back step talk?" She guessed, her warm eyes giving me a sympathetic look through the lock of (dyed) blonde hair that refused to stay out of the way.

I nodded gratefully. Thank God for parents that notice things.

"Do you want Claudius too?"

I shrugged, which she took as a hesitant yes. I'd never been as close with my uncle as I was with her, but what better way to develop familial relationships than deliver life-changing news you weren't prepared for any more than they were?

And so, at the head of the little train we'd created and added my uncle to, I traipsed out the back door of the house and collapsed ungracefully onto the cold concrete outside. My mother and Claudius followed with more care and less speed.

"Alright. We're both here, and listening. It's just the three of us. What would you like to say?" She coaxed, giving me an encouraging smile that Claudius copied.

"You know we'd never judge you, buddy," Claudius added.

I nodded sullenly and swallowed hard. Their Encouraging shifted to Concerned as I failed to give them any reason not to be.

"I-I um... I've, uh... I realized I'm-" I bit my lip.

I took a deep breath and resolved to try as many times as it took to get the words out.

"So, I've got this crush..."

Not exactly the way it was meant to go, but sure.

"Oh, I see! Is it that sassy one you always hang out with? Polonius' girl? What's her name, Ophelia?" Claudius asked teasingly. My mother whacked him gently on the arm with a smirk.

"Actually, n-no, that's what I wanted to tell you..."

The adults' knowing smiles faded back into Concerned when I began fighting tears. My mother pulled me into an embrace with an "Oh, Hamlet," that managed to not be awkward despite our positions and the fact that Claudius joined in halfway through.

I stuttered into her shoulder for a moment, dampening her shirt, and she pet my hair.

"Shh, shh, you're okay. This must be something pretty important to you, huh?" She murmured comfortingly into my temple. Claudius placed a strong hand on my back and moved it in small circles, and I leaned into the touch.