#trans male character

[kunazz]

imagine cumming inside your favourite male character, just watching their pussy twitch as you pull out, a loud hiss leaving them as your cum slowly flows out of them, their sore clit throbbing at the feeling.

#male reader #male y/n #top male reader #x male reader #x top male reader #leon kennedy imagine #konig cod #simon ghost riley #chris redfield #resident evil #cod mw2 #leon kennedy x male reader #chris redfeild x male reader #konig x male reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #male character #trans male character #male character x male reader

[rodolfoparras]

Barrack bunny reader but it’s top male reader x TF141

Barrack bunny reader where you cant satisfy all of 141 at the same time so you got soap and gaz rubbing their pussies together while watching you fuck ghost

Barrack bunny reader where you’re tuckered out after fucking 3/4 so you got Price or Soap or whoever riding your cock while you’re basically dozing off

Barrack bunny reader where you’re fucking only one of them and making three of them watch without being allowed to touch themselves, having their cocks hard and weeping between their legs as they beg and plead for you to just do something

Barrack bunny reader where you’re busy with one of the boys so ghost and soap have to fuck each other but it doesn’t feel the same so soap is just whining and complaining while riding ghost’s cock because Ghost just isn’t hitting the right spots

Barrack bunny reader where you’re sleeping with the boys on different days so while you’re with one member, you’ll have another member listening in through the walls and jerking themselves off to the sounds the two of you make

Barrack bunny reader where you’ll have all four of them on their knees trying to suck on your dick, you’ll have soap managing to wrap his lips around your cockhead while price jerks you off with his hand before ghost is pushing off the Scotsman so he can deep throat your cock while gaz fondles with your balls

#I had to do this when I saw it on the dash #I hope it’s okay it’s very quick #call of duty #top male reader #dom male reader #bottom male character #sub male character #trans male character #john price x male reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #gaz x male reader #gaz x reader

[asuyaka]

"I love, my boyfriend..."

★ - 'm back t'cooking!! | character depicted as 18+

☆ - T4T! Fushiguro Megumi x Reader!

♡ - listenin' to... I Love My Boyfriend

✮ - soft sex, lazy sex, kissing, cunnilingus, porn with feelings

Megumi loves waking up next to you.

He loves the way your body rises up and down, the cool morning breeze against his bare skin leaving goosebumps in their wake, playful, wandering hands sliding between your thighs with a gentle smile.

"Megumi..." You whisper; bleary eyes staring into Megumi's dark eyes. His fingers play with your waistband, the fabric slapping against the skin of your hips as he leans in closer.

His thigh stays between your legs, a tiny sigh leaving your lips as Megumi presses his lips against yours. It's barely even a kiss, your lips lazily moving against one another, breathing into each other's mouths.

Your brain melts. A messy trail of spit connects your lips every so often as his other hand grazes down, from your neck to your pec, squeezing and rubbing your nipple gently. "Gumi..."

"Baby," Megumi says, sounding hoarse. He slowly takes his finger away from your boxers, settling them on your thighs. "Baby, can I suck your dick?"

You have to focus on breathing. "Yeah," You rasp. "Please, please."

Megumi kisses you, it's nothing other than sloppy. His hands pull your boxers down, immediately going to touch your dick.

It sends an electrifying feeling through your lower half, your thighs instinctively snapping together. Megumi's strong. Though with a sleeper build, his arms flex as they pry them back open. "Don't hide, let me see you."

Megumi scoots down and settles on his elbows in between your legs. He pats your calf and you shakily shift your legs up, letting them rest on his shoulders.

Your hands grip the sheets staring expectantly between your legs. You can't tell where your body stops and where Megumi begins, you can't even think. Your mind not all the way awake yet, even with the added heat against your dick.

Megumi's fingers spread you further, and then he ducks his head and licks a broad stripe.

"Megumi!" You moan loud enough to shake your mind awake. You can feel Megumi's tongue circle around your dick as spit leaks down into your pulsating hole.

"Y'feel so good..." His voice vibrates through your body, muffled on your thighs and barely coherent as his tongue shifts from licking your winking hole to circling your dick.

Your breathing gets louder and shorter. Your hands go to grip against his hair tightly securing themselves against his scalp. You can't stop yourself from moaning, you aren't sure you can try. Your mind is blank and it doesn't even feel like you're thinking.

Megumi groans, stuffing one of his hands in his pants, hastily pushing his fingers into his hole, his thumb rubbing the slick running down his thighs against his dick.

You can feel your muscles tensing and your back arching. It feels good— so fucking good.

"Gumi," You whine, thighs shaking and your mind going black. "M'gonna—"

"Come f'me baby, come on my face, let me fuckin' taste you," Megumi's fingers slide into your hole and his tongue focuses on your dick. Spit leaking down his chin and seeping into the sheets, his fingers go faster with every punched ah! coming out of you.

Your toes curl and your thighs tighten. You're so, so close; you can feel Megumi go faster, his fingers press up against that spot inside you and—

You're cumming.

You moan continuously as your orgasm washes through you, and then you go limp. Your cock twitches weakly as your grip on Megumi's hair loosens. He lifts his head up, placing a kiss on your thigh.

His fingers press against your lips, breaching past your teeth and nestling against the muscle in your mouth.

You can taste Megumi, evident by the damp patch in his boxers. Your tongue circles around his fingers, making a show of sucking his fingers.

He takes them out, a trail of spit connecting your mouth and his fingers. Megumi smiles, pressing a peck against your lips. "You okay?"

You pout slightly, hiding your head in the crook of Megumi's neck. "Wanted t'taste you too..."

Megumi hums as he rubs your naked back gently. "When we wake up," He shifts your position, letting you rest against his scarred chest so you can hear his heartbeat.

You huff, but let it happen anyway.

You love waking up next to Megumi, the same way he loves waking up next to you.

#ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 — ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴ' ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ #jjk x male reader #jjk x trans male reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #megumi x male reader #megumi x trans male reader #x trans male reader #megumi x reader #trans male reader #trans male character #t4t #transgender

[dexlexia]

scarring - zoro x reader

pairing: roronoa zoro x trans!reader (he/him) rating: 18+ summary: When Zoro found out you were trans it was in the middle of battle. You were standing in the way of the Straw Hats as part of another pirate crew. You were their swordsman and anthropologist. But when one of Zoro's swords slashed through your shirt, he saw your secret. tags: pwp, smut, deck sex, riding, transmasc!reader, chest worship, swordsman!reader, established relationship a/n: this one goes out to all my transmasc brethren. i see you

When Zoro found out you were trans it was in the middle of battle. You were standing in the way of the Straw Hats as part of another pirate crew. You were their swordsman and anthropologist. But when one of Zoro's swords slashed through your shirt, he saw your secret. 

Two thick lines of scar tissue on your chest. In a moment of vulnerability you fled. Paranoia ran through your mind as you jumped onto your ship and sailed off with the rest of your crew. You swallowed down panic, not even your crew knew and now this mosshead who you were fighting knew all about your business. 

But it wouldn't be the last time you ran into Zoro. The next time you'd see him would be months later when you woke up on the Thousand Sunny. When you opened your eyes, you were on a medical cot with your head bandaged up and the thin blanket that was up to your shoulders. 

When you noticed the green-haired man you sat up and got to the further corner of the cot up against the wall. The blanket fell to your waist and once again exposed your scarring. 

  ”Don't worry.“ Zoro said as he looked at you, “I'm not going to hurt you." He leaned forward and brought the blanket up to your shoulder to partially conceal your surgery scars, ”They look pretty nasty.“

  ”I'm pretty sure if I had gone to another island they'd look better.“

  ”A swordsman should never be ashamed of their scars.“ He looked out of the corner of his eye to the sword that had been placed on the counter of the makeshift clinic, ”I was almost disappointed that we didn't end our fight.”

  “Where's my crew?" You asked.

Zoro shrugged, “No clue, we only found you floating on a piece of ship. You're lucky to be alive.“ He looked at you once more, ”Can't let a good swordsman die until we finish our fight.“ 

The corner of your mouth curled upwards, you tried to get up but a sharp pain went through your head and you ended up back on the cot. You held where it hurt and groaned. 

 “Yeah, you're not getting up for a while.” Zoro responded, "And since you're technically our enemy, I have to stay here until you recover.“ He sat back in the wooden chair, ”Feel free to go back to sleep, it makes my job easier.“

You laid back down and looked up at him, ”Thank you, mosshead.“ 

He gave you a pointed look out of the corner of his eye, ”Just call me Zoro. Got enough people calling me mosshead around here.” He then turned to you, “Roronoa Zoro.” 

You gave your name before you rolled onto your side and got comfortable on the cot. As you felt your eyes grow heavy, you felt the thin blanket pushed back up over your shoulders followed by the chair creaking as someone was sitting back in it. 

That was how you met Zoro.

You never found your crew, but were soon adopted into the Straw Hats for your knowledge of the upcoming islands as your studies were in the cultures of the people of the Grand Land.

With that you became closer to Zoro. He wasn't upfront about his emotions, but he showed in other ways. Like he'd clean your sword when he cleaned his, he'd pass you extra food during mealtimes. He even threw a hat on your head one afternoon due to the fact it was too sunny. 

You never saw yourself as someone to fall in love with. You thought traveling the Grand Line and becoming a pirate meant romance was out of the picture. On top of that meeting someone who'd accept you for being transgender the prospect of falling in love felt like a far off dream. 

But Zoro didn't see you as some sorry excuse for a man, or a fake man, or whatever other bad thing you could think about yourself. He saw you as a competent fighter. He never felt the need to protect you when the Straw Hats got in trouble, he rather expected you to be at his side in the heat of battle. 

Time passed and without many words spoken, you two became a couple. It felt like a natural progression. Soon you shared a bed, shared shower time together, and even at times shared clothes even if Zoro's clothes were far too big on you. 

And to bring it all together, none of the Straw Hats cared that you were transgender. It was your business and your gender didn't affect your role on the crew. When you were accepted by them, you felt overwhelmed and eventually burst into tears thanking them for accepting you.

No more secrets, no more lies. You were a Straw Hat and you couldn't have been any happier. Slowly you became more comfortable with training shirtless on the deck with Zoro. 

Sometimes Chopper joined but could only really use the small weights, but you encouraged them to keep going even when he felt like giving up. The sight made Zoro smile as he added more weight to his routine. Other times you were looking at your notes from a recent island with Chopper on Zoro's back while he did push ups. You weren't able to do the same, you tried and got to about five reps before your arms turned to jelly. 

However today was a slow afternoon, the ship, the Thousand Sunny was docked at a local island. You were going to stop for a few days in order to stretch your legs and get supplies. You were offered by multiple crew members to go with them as they completed their to-do list on the island. But you declined, you would enjoy some alone time on the ship. 

Sometimes being on such a rambunctious ship like the Thousand Sunny left you feeling exhausted. So you'd take the time to organize some notes before you added anymore to your collection. 

Zoro offered to stay too, deciding to utilize the additional space on the deck to really get his reps in. He did shove his list of items he needed to Sanji who gave him an earful. 

  “What number is this now?” You asked as you looked into one of your notebooks. You hand a bunch of them and of course, none of them were labeled. 

  “Two-hundred and fifty seven.” Zoro responded. You admired his body as he moved with each swing of the weights. His toned, sun kissed muscles illuminated in the afternoon light. You licked your lips at the sight of him. 

Soon he dropped the weight onto the ground and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He turned to you and put his hands on his hips. Just as you were staring at him, he was staring back. 

  ”What are you looking at?“

  ”Can't a man admire his boyfriend?“ You felt his eyes on your skin. The scars were less noticeable now, but under the light right you could still see the jagged scar tissue. 

He smiled at you and went over to you on the upper level of the deck and took the notebook from you. He placed his hand on your bare chest, his large hand made you feel so small. ”Only if I can look at you.“

You took his face in your hands and smiled at him, ”I don't know. It might cost you.“ Then pulled him in for a kiss. He soon grabbed you by the hips and put you on top of him as he laid out of the wood of the deck. 

You stared down at him and pushed the hair out of your eyes, ”How much longer do you think we have?“ 

  ”Well, if Luffy eats the town out of house and home, we'll have enough time.“ He started to pull his work out pants down his thighs, exposing his cock.

You grinned like a maniac and you discarded your pants and watched Zoro lick his lips at the sight of your pussy. A swordsman with a pussy, it was quite the sight. 

  ”We have to be fast.“ You aknowledged, ”If we fuck on the ship I will never hear the end of it." You placed both hands on his chest and lined your pussy up with his cock. With his assistance, you seated yourself down on his length. The stretch made you ball up your fists.

He held onto your hips and leaned up to kiss at your chest. His nose brushed against the fine hairs. His lips crossed your nipples before he kissed the scar tissues. In return your hands explored the scar on his chest. You felt his heartbeat under your palm as you began to ride him. 

  “Fuck, Zoro." You moaned as you rolled your hips at a steady yet quick pace. There was no time to have the slow kind of sex that you rarely got to have on a busy ship like the Thousand Sunny. When sex happened, it was in dark areas as quickly as possible. Soon you gripped his head as he kissed your chest.

His kisses were like worship, he accepted you as fully male. He didn't doubt it for a second that you weren't a man. Even if you weren't the tallest man around or were the most muscular, Zoro saw you stronger than any man he had ever met. You fought through everything to live your authentic truth. He could tell by when he observed you taking you weekly testosterone injections. 

  “I love you.” You said as you comed through his green hair, feeling the soft hairs under your fingertips as you rolled your hips. He kept his hands planted on your hips and continued to worship your test. You moaned as his cock rubbed against a sensitive spot. You pulled his face closer to your chest as his lips moved across your scarring. 

He groaned into your chest as he felt pleasure race up his spine. You felt amazing around his cock, he remembered the first time you had sex in a broom closet and had to stop halfway because another crew was attacking the ship. He remembered he didn't want to give you the sensation of fucking you but had to come back to it later after you both cut down the enemies. 

  “I love you too.” He panted as his jaw clenched at the feeling of you riding him. His heart hammered in his chest and his toes curled at the sensual roll of your hips on his cock. He had heard stories about transgender male pussy, but those didn't compare to what he felt at that moment. He was obsessed with you in every sense of the word. 

He wanted to either marry you or die by your blade. He would gladly let you kill him if it meant being in the presence of someone so amazing. He gave one last kiss to the middle of your chest before he laid fully back on the deck and let you get a better angle of riding him. 

You leaned forward and planted both hands on either side of his head before you went in for a sloppy kiss. His mouth opened and ran his tongue across your lips until you opened your mouth and the kiss became deeper. He gripped onto your hips and encouraged your pace by fucking up into you. Letting his cock hit against all the right angles. 

  “Zoro."

 ”I know. You feel amazing.“ He said quietly, ”I can't get enough of you.“ He groaned and thrusted up further into you. Which you responded to by moaning against his cheek. Your nose pressed up into the apples of his cheeks as you raised and dropped your hips in quick succession. 

  "Zoro. Fuck. Please.” You begged which only turned him on further. You almost pathetic moans made Zoro's stomach clench. A moment of such vulnerability. You trusted him with your whole life. 

The pleasure became too much and he flipped you over so your back was on the hardwood and he wrapped your legs around his waist. He started to thrust roughly into you, he held your hips up and fucked into you. Your body jolted up and down with each hard thrust. You watched Zoro lick his lips as his eye watched you intently. 

You both felt hot under the afternoon sun, Zoro was still sweaty from his workout but now even more so thanks to the intimate activities you were doing. He soon held onto your hip with one hand and played with your clit with his other thumb. He pressed into the nub and you moaned. You grabbed onto the wood under your back for dear life as he fucked you.

It wasn't long before both of you felt the overwhelming urge to orgasm. Zoro swore under his breath as he rammed into you. He continued to pleasure you as you moaned and panted into the open air. He loved the sight of you, you were always so strong but to see you in a moment of euphoric weakness was something he marveled in. 

He loved you, more than one person could love another. You were the drive in his heart to continue his goal to become the world's greatest swordsman. If there were ever anyone to defeat him in that title, he hoped it would be you. You Were his strongest passion, the strongest man he had ever encountered. As he fucked into you and gazed down at your face. He felt his heart beat faster as he pushed himself up into you. 

  “You're mine.“ He said.

Your eyes met, ”Only as much as you are mine, Zoro.“ You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into another searing kiss that made Zoro's mind go blank. He was lost in you, he could call his love for you borderline obsessive but he didn't care. He'd fight by your side until he had no fight left in him, even after that he'd still try. 

Because in that moment as you two fucked on the deck of the ship, he felt a thrum in his system that called out for your love in every single way. He wanted you in every way he could get you. You were what he seeked, you were the swordsman he'd fight alongside. He kissed you once more, lost in your love as he pounded into you. His body ached in a need to orgasm. The kiss became sloppier as he thrusted into you at a quick, uneven pace. 

You had almost reached your climax, you dug your blunt nails into his shoulders as you panted and moaned into the kiss. He was breathing harshly through his nose as he moved. Within a few more heavy thrusts, he finished. With you shortly behind him. 

The feeling was euphoric as all the drive left your bodies, and you laid limp against one another. Cum oozed out of you. It took a moment as the seagulls squawked in the distance for you both to recover. Zoro looked at you, his face pressed into the wood of the deck. 

He gave you a smile and reached over to get your shorts, ”Before those idiots come back.“ His hands were shaky from the aftermath of the climax. You took them from him, your hands touched for a moment as you grabbed them. 

  ”You're something else, Zoro.“

He responded, ”Not as much as you, swordsman.“ 

#one piece x reader #dexlexia writes #op x reader #zoro x trans reader #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa smut #zoro roronoa #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #trans reader #one piece x trans reader #trans male reader #trans male character #one piece smut #one piece #anime x reader #anime and manga #ftm reader #reader insert

[arianna-creates]

Tim starts shoving pastries into his purse just rawdoggin it and Lex feels a disturbance in the force

He hates this stupid gnc nepo baby so goddamn bad that he's willing to abandod all of his carefully thought-out (shut up Mercy stop laughing) anti-superman schemes in order to spend his time coming up with ways to take. Tim. Down. Clark is extremely concerned over this development and Bruce is blocking his phone calls and please Clark can you just fucking talk to Lex yourself it is 8am who in their right mind wakes up at 8am on a suNDAY-

...Unfortunately, Kon decides this is the perfect opportunity to get attention from BOTH of his dads, starting with scheduled dates at the one spot at Wayne Manor that Paparazzi are known to lurk about

Based on @cr1mson5returns 's post:

Og post + alt pic^^

#my art #my artwork #detective comics #batman #dc fanart #dccomics #tim drake #bruce wayne #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #dc red robin #superboy #kontim #timkon #clark kent #superman #lex luthor #trans tim drake #trans male character #trans female character #genderfluid tim drake

[pekejscatbed]

Leather Jackets and Painkillers | Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Info/Warnings:

Tim Drake-centric, Trans Tim Drake, Menstruation, Tim is on his period and in PAIN, Jason takes care of him, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Tim Drake is Red Robin. Jason Todd is Red Hood, Trans character written by trans author 

batman masterlist

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Red Robin is in the middle of tying up a pair of thugs when a particularly bad cramp hits, twisting his insides like a blender and stabbing his gut with the viciousness of Damian with his katana; he grits his teeth, willing the pain to go away, and works his nimble fingers around the cord to finish off the knot.

With the criminals now taken care of, Red Robin taps the comm link in his ear, "O, I got two thugs tied up here."

"On it, Red. Alerting police now." Oracle responds after getting the location.

Red taps his ear once more, effectively shutting off their communication, then grapples to the top of a nearby building to wait for the police just in case the goons escape, or someone comes along to cut them free. While waiting, another cramp has Red clutching at his stomach and he has to sit down on the building's roof to stop himself from swaying on his feet and falling over the edge. He groans, cursing to himself as waves of pain wash over him, and his vision flutters before he realizes what's about to happen- fuck.

Suddenly, Red Robin falls to his side, vision black as excruciating pain grabs ahold of his consciousness and knocks him out.

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Red Hood is out on patrol, surveying his territory for trouble and shooting (rubber) bullets at anyone who provides it, when he notices the collapsed figure a few buildings away, just on the outside of his territory; when he gets closer, he realizes who that figure is, red chest piece and black sleeves and leggings giving it away before Hood even sees the yellow bird head in the middle of the figures chest: Red Robin.

Muttering curses to himself, The Hood bends over and picks the other up, throwing the smaller male over his broad shoulder. With Red Robin hanging over his shoulder, Hood's arm around his thighs to keep him from slipping, Hood turns in the direction of his nearest safe house.

About halfway to his hideout, Red Hood smells the metallic odor of blood thanks to the absence of his helmet, only wearing his domino mask tonight, before he feels a wetness against his shoulder, and he curses once more. "If you got blood on my goddamn leather jacket..."

He grumbles to himself, moving faster now, obviously so he can clean his jacket sooner and definitely not because he's worried that his (brother) replacement is injured.

The pair arrive at the safe house without incident, and Hood is quick to lay Red Robin on the couch that Hood himself has laid injured on many times before. He begins to strip Red of his suit, of his crime fighting persona, starting with the mask, turning Red Robin back into Tim Drake. The cape comes off next, then the chest piece, and so on.

Tim is down to his underwear when Jason realizes the other has no injures- scratch that- no open wounds, because in this line of work? One is always injured in one way or another, Tim is no exception, but none of the youngers current injuries are bleeding, and that confuses Jason. He looks down at his jacket, which definitely has blood on the shoulder, and at his hands, that are sticky with crimson; he then goes through the difference pieces of Tim's uniform, searching for blood, when he comes across the wet spot at the crotch of his leggings- his hands pull away covered with blood, and of course he didn't see it, because Tim's leggings are black and so are his underwear, but that means-

Jason looks at Tim's chest, where identical crescent scars shape his chest, and he remembers the gender marker on Tim's file when Jason first found out he'd been replaced as Robin and went snooping, and how the F was crossed out with a M next to it, and-

Tim is on his fucking period.

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Tim wakes up in a bed he doesn't recognize, in a room he doesn't recognize, and he's not in uniform even though he remembers that being the last thing he wore, instead dressed in an oversized pair of black sweatpants and a red hoodie that engulfs the whole upper half of his body, and he knows he's seen this hoodie before...

There's a nightstand to the right of the bed with a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the surface, as well as a bottled sports drink from Tim's go-to brand. In front of the nightstand are two plastic grocery bags from a corner store native to Gotham, one filled with a variety of Tim's favorite snacks and different brands of chocolate, the other filled with pads and tampons in a multitude of sizes-

Tim slips out of the bed and quietly opens the drawers of the nightstand, snooping around for anything to tell him where he is and who lives here. The first drawer contains medical equipment, bandages and gauze and hydrogen-peroxide, etcetera. The second drawer is half filled with shirts and half filled with pants, though under the clothes lies a pocketknife and picture of... Alfred and teenage Jason?!

Tim sighs, now knowing who brought him here and where he is, or where he thinks he must be: one of Jason's hideouts. Still, that doesn't mean he's safe, as Jason has hurt him before- what if this is all just a trick, a trap? Tim slowly opens the bedroom door and tip-toes his way out of the room and around the corner, where he sees a uniform free Jason hunched over on the couch, wearing grey sweatpants and a green t-shirt and scrubbing at what looks like a leather jacket.

Jason doesn't look up as he sighs, "You owe me a new jacket, pretender."

"And I owe you a new jacket because?" Tim raises an eyebrow as he walks fully into the room, stopping a few steps away from the couch.

"Because," Jason emphasizes the word as he looks at Tim, throwing the jacket at the other, "you got blood on it."

Tim looks at the stain on the jackets shoulder.

"You do know I found you passed out on a rooftop, yeah?" Tim doesn't answer, throwing the jacket back. "What happened?"

Tim scoffs. "I think you know, considering the bags you left by the bed."

"If you're in enough pain to pass out on a fucking roof, then you shouldn't be out there in the first place."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Tim oh so cleverly fires back as another rush of pain hits him full force, and he stumbles for a second before catching himself.

"You didn't take the painkillers." Jason rolls his eyes as he stands, letting his jacket fall to the couch, and he grabs Tim's arm, dragging him back to the bedroom. "Come on."

"Let me go, asshole!" He tries to fight back, but he's in too much pain, though he's brought some comfort when he's pushed to the bed and a blanket is thrown over him, and he stays quiet when Jason hands him two of the painkillers and the glass of water, taking them without protest. However, he does ask, "Why are you doing this?"

It's now Jason's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Why are you being nice to me? Don't you care that I'm..." Tim's voice trails off.

"I don't. It's none of my businesses." Jason shrugs, picking up the bag of pads and tampons from the floor and dropping them next to Tim on the bed. "You might wanna use these. I didn't... I didn't think you'd be comfortable with me going that far, so I just put you in my sweats. You can put on something else if you bled through. Bottom drawer."

Jason walks out of the room before giving Tim any time to respond, and Tim just stares for a minute, what the fuck on the tip of his tongue, before he takes Jason's advice and grabs the bag, making his way towards the bathroom.

#tim drake #tim drake fic #tim drake fanfiction #trans tim drake #ftm tim drake #jason todd #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfiction #jason and tim #tim and jason #jason todd and tim drake #tim drake and jason todd #trans character #trans male character #ftm character #batman #red robin #red hood

[number1greedlingfan]

Trans Ed would be stealth despite showering at the military dorms bc if a soldier dares to glance in his direction, even on accident, he'll be called a predator by the entire military until he dies

There's only one rumor Ed "isn't a boy" but it's being spread by the known Pedophile Georg so people just think it's a lie fueled by gooneritis

#fullmetal alchemist #fma brotherhood #edward elric #trans male character

[metalscoops]

transmasc!Billy from mine and vio’s AU as a late (second) bday present 😘🥰

#stranger things #billy hargrove #harringrove #my art #fanart #transmasc Billy Hargrove #trans male character

[chrisbangsbf]

Chan/Jisung

Explicit | 820 words

Tags and Warnings: trans male character, trans jisung, friends with benefits, cunnilingus, sexual dysfunction from ssri's, healthy communication

AO3 link

"You close?"

It's been well over thirty minutes now, maybe even forty. Not that he thinks Chan minds. The dude could eat pussy for hours and have no complaints whatsoever (and probably come untouched in his pants from it too, to be honest) – Jisung knows from experience. But the sensitive little ah ah ah's that have been getting drawn out of him are not sounds of impending orgasm.

Jisung should be close – he should have already came by now, a couple times even, and it's beyond frustrating that he hasn't. That he can't. He wants to kick his legs and beg and scream and maybe pull his hair out, but he knows it would be useless. 

Chan is amazing at everything he does, and that includes using his tongue. It's felt so good the entire time, and Chan is so hot like this, it's completely unfair. His cock is absolutely throbbing, hot and slick under Chan's tongue, worked to the very edge over and over but never quite teetering over the edge. It's like heaven and hell have overlapped.

Taking a deep breath, Jisung dejectedly cards a hand through Chan's hair and sighs, "Actually, it's starting to hurt a little bit."

Chan immediately stops, pulling back with round, puppy eyes and swollen, shiny lips. "Oh, I didn't realize you already came," he says, half a smirk on his face. He gently reaches out to thumb over Jisung's cock like he's apologizing to it, but it makes him shudder violently. "I thought you were into overstim, though. I mean, you should have made me stop if you weren't into it." He frowns.

It's been a while since they've hooked up, schedules clashing and whatnot, so Jisung can't blame him for not knowing. He hasn't really brought it up to anyone besides his therapist.

"Oh. I uh... I didn't cum," he admits, hand going to lay flat on his stomach, the roiling boil of heat behind it turning to a more tolerable simmer now that Chan's laying his cheek against his thigh.

Chan's brows furrow in concern. Jisung doesn't want him to be insecure, to think his inability to cum has anything to do with him, so as soon as the other opens his mouth to ask what he's sure will be something like did I do anything wrong? Jisung speaks up again.

"Don't worry, hyung, you haven't suddenly lost your god-tier tongue abilities," he reassures. Chan grins his dopey little grin as he breathes a sigh of relief. Jisung laughs softly, face and ears still red. From both pleasure and frustration.

"Then... what's wrong?"

It's kind of amusing, having this conversation with Chan's chin wet and his whole crotch just out in the open like this, but it comes out easier than he expected. "I should have warned you this could happen," Jisung rubs his face and sits up against the pillows. "My antidepressants. They uh, sorta um, give me sexual dysfunction? Like, sometimes it's pretty much impossible to come." And he does mean impossible – not even with his vibrator on his favorite setting.

It takes Chan a second to respond, but when he does, it's a huffed, "Dude, that fucking sucks." And it would probably sound insincere from anyone else, but Chan snuggles up to his side and looks every bit as understanding as Jisung figured he would be.

He's not sure why there had been a sense of shame he felt over this. Chan's been off and on medication the entire time he's known him, he almost certainly has experience with the same thing.

"Yeah, well," Jisung lets Chan wrap an arm around his waist and bury his face in the crook of his neck, "it's either be able to come easily yet feel like killing myself, or be semi stable and not be able to come sometimes."

"I felt that," he mumbles, threading their fingers together on Jisung's stomach. "Are they helping, at least?"

Jisung turns his head and lays his cheek against Chan's hair. "I think so, yeah."

"Then it's definitely worth it."

The room grows quiet then, save for Chan's playlist moving through songs that are almost tipping into the cringe-sexy category.

And after a few moments, Chan lifts his head and asks, tone sincere, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Jisung smiles, rolling his eyes playfully. "God, yes." Chan perks up like a puppy, invisible tail wagging as he shakes a fist happily above them. He's precious. "Just because I didn't come doesn't mean I didn't love fucking that pretty face of yours."

"Yeah?" Chan teases, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip. Jisung flicks his slick-tacky nose and watches it crinkle up – his breath still smells like Jisung too, and he can feel just how hard he still is, pressed up against his hip.

"You know what else I'd love?" Jisung kisses him briefly. "If you got my strap and let me see you ride me." 

#chansung #skz #stray kids #chrisbangsbf #chan #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #jisung #stray kids drabble #drabbles #trans jisung #trans male character #chan x jisung #bang chan x han jisung

[rodolfoparras]

I NEED Prices old man pussy on my face right now😩😩🤤🤤

- 🔪

It was a stupid idea but it was an idea nonetheless, having price sit on your face while fully clothed to prove he wouldn’t crush you with his weight.

It must’ve been one two or three too many drinks when you’d asked Price to sit on your face, which he’d only responded with a look as if you had killed someone right in front of him, which was ironic since that was what he did for living.

However he’d been quick to explain that he was too heavy, that he was bound to crush you with his weight and that you should just do things your usually way, with him spread out on your sheets and with you buried between his thighs.

Any other day you’d take him up on his offer but by that point you’d long forgotten about the act itself, too focused on the way he sees himself so being the person that you are with one too many drinks in your system you’d have him put his weight on your chest whilst the both of you were fully clothed just to prove that you could take it.

So here he is, with his weight pushing down on your chest, calves pressing at the side of your ribs and his hands fumbling around on your pecs to adjust himself

“See, told you that you had nothing to worry about,” you slurre out, bleary eyed and mindlessly caressing his thighs.

However he doesn’t respond, eyes looking anywhere else with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, hands nervously fiddling on your chest.

“Hey, hey, we don’t have to do anything alright?” You say, snapping out of your drunken demeanor for a second “just wanted to show you I’m stronger than you think old man, you have nothing to worry about” you say, words coated in liquor as you flash him a reassuring smile.

“It’s not that” he croaks out, adam's Apple bobbing as he swallow hard, thighs squeezing the side of your ribs.

That’s when you finally get a whiff of his musky scent, eyes automatically falling to the spot between his legs, noticing the way the fabric outlines his cunt, with a small wet patch prominently showing on it.

“You- you aren’t wearing any underwear”

He doesn’t turn to meet your gaze but from where you lay you can see his face turn red, can hear the shaky breath escaping his lips, hands flailing in the air to explain himself. “I’m sorry I usually go commando -“

“Fuck it’s okay” you croak trying to ignore the way your cock twitches at the sight” it’s alright just - just relax yeah?” You say, your own hands shaking where they rest on his legs, as your pulse sounds through your ears. “Do you do you want to uh continue this? We don’t have-“

“I want to,” he says now meeting your gaze, and tone as firm as his words.

“Okay fuck okay” you say, laughing in disbelief and out of excitement, blood pooling to the lower half of your body as you squeeze at his thighs in reassurance.

“You’ll uhm you’ll have to move a bit closer, can’t really reach “ you say feeling heat creep up your own neck, ears and cheeks as the words tumble past your lips.

He doesn’t respond, head ducking down as he shuffles further up your chest.

You reach out with your hands to help him adjust himself so that you now can feel his heat licking at your cheeks, can almost see the way his pubic hair pokes out through the sinfully thin fabric, can almost taste him on your lips.

“Tell - tell me to stop whenever ” you croak out, before you’re cranking your neck up to lick stripe along his clothed cunt.

The slight hitch in his breath and the squeak of the wooden board is all you get in response to your question.

So you deliver another broad stroke and this time you earn a verbal response but instead of telling you to stop, you hear the words “please god please” tumbling past his lips.

And who are you to deny such a sweet request, you think to yourself as you crank your neck, swiping your tongue over his clothed clit and watching the way the fabric darkens more from your spit.

“Fuck” he squeaks put, hips bucking into your touch as he clutches onto the headboard for dear life.

However quickly your neck starts to ache from the awkward angle and you prompt the older man to sit on your face.

That’s when he freezes up again, familiar words slipping past his lips, I’m too heavy, I’ll crush you, but you're quick to shut him down with a slap to his thigh.

“If you think this attests my strength then I’m a little worried for your intelligence captain” you say with a chuckle which only earns you a slap to the head.

“Ouch! Okay I’m sorry” you say through a pained laugh “but really I can handle it”

The last bit of doubt trickles out his eyes, teeth releasing his worried bottom lip as he starts to lower himself down but you stop him with a hand to his hips.

“Clothes” is all you say and you see the look of realization flash across his face before he turns red as he quickly shuffles off his sweats, his lower half completely bare before he’s back to hovering over your face.

He’s about to say something, probably to state his worries once again but before he can do so you’re pulling him down onto your face, with your eager tongue pushing past his slick folds and tonguing his hole.

He doesn’t get a moment to breathe, doesn’t even get a moment to think about the thoughts that worried him previously, complety lost in the sensation of you relentlessly fucking your tongue into him.

It’s almost too much, it becomes too much when your lips mercilessly latch onto his clit, sucking eagerly at the numb til Price is sobbing, sweat trickling down his spine and hips clumsily grinding down onto your tongue.

He doesn’t even comprehend when he had started riding your face, uncaring of anything except for the fact that he’s inching closer to his release.

“Cu-cumming” he manages to squeak out before he comes undone with a cry, body shaking and headboard threatening to break under his hands.

Later when he’s laying on your chest, you got a smug look on your face as you say the words.

“Told you that you had nothing to worry about”

#istg I don’t know how this happened #istg I was like my writers block is so bad and here we are #thanks to 🐻‍❄️ anon my brain is working #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #sub male character #trans male character

[wangxianficrecs]

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos

by dvasva (@dvasva)

M, WIP, 117k, Wangxian

Summary: “Of all the rotten luck I could have!” Outside, in between the gentle embrace of an imposing misty mountain and the caress of soft wind, stood the Cloud Recesses. It wasn’t a section that Wei Wuxian had recognized from his time in the sect, but the motifs of clouds and cranes in the buildings, the impeccable feng shui and carefully manicured paths, and the utter silence as the sect members slept peacefully, all burned themselves into Wei Wuxian’s eyes. No wonder the curtains were so firmly nailed to the walls! Any bit of demonic energy escaping the room could call down a veritable army of righteous cultivators! What sort of person in their right mind would dare to summon a spirit into their own body using resentful energy in the Cloud Recesses of all places? What kind of person would scoff so rudely at the Lan Clans most important rule, ‘Do not fraternize with evil?’ After being dead for four years, Wei Wuxian wakes up in a body he doesn't really feel comfortable with, in a place that he's sure wants him dead, and married to a man who surely hates him. Kay's comments: Another story that I'm currently following and which always makes me shout in excitement when the notification for an update comes! A story in which Wei Wuxian gets brought back to life way earlier, but a) now he's stuck in a woman's body, b) it's a woman of the Meishan Yu Sect and c) he's married to Lan Wangji. I really love the character developement in this and the life this story gives to background characters and it's always good to see Wangxian reunited and married sooner. Poor Wei Wuxian only has to deal with a dysphoria and transphobia now, but at least the Lans are supportive and help him to the best of their abbilities when it comes to this. I also really love the relationship between Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui here - our little radish is a lot younger too after all. Excerpt: “Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji said it so softly, so tenderly. It almost hurt to hear. Wei Wuxian had never heard Lan Wangji’s voice so soft, and yet it felt so familiar and inviting. Any guilt that Wei Wuxian felt for being on the receiving end of such care was whisked away. He wanted to melt right there. Instead, he tensed. “Ah, isn’t interrupting people breaking the rules? How did you guess so fast? I barely made it a single day without someone recognizing me. What gave it away?” He blabbered, fast paced and without a breath. “Listen, Lan Zhan, I’m really not going to do anything bad, I’m not eve-“ Lan Wangji grabbed his hand, and Wei Wuxian stopped in his tracks. It wasn’t a very strong grip. If he wanted to, Wei Wuxian could break free or tug his hand back. Lan Wangji’s hand seemed to tremble as if ready to pull back at any sign of discomfort. But, Wei Wuxian did not move, simply waiting. With no resistance, Lan Wangji turned Wei Wuxian’s hand over so that his palm was up, then placed the jade token on it. With both of his hands, he closed Wei Wuxian’s fingers over the token and pushed it towards Wei Wuxian’s body. “What?” “I will not trap you here.” Lan Wangji stood up. “Please let me attend to your wound.”

pov alternating, canon divergence, trans male character, trans wei wuxian, love confessions, getting together, transphobia, good parents lan wangji & wei wuxian, mutual pining, misunderstandings, arranged marriage, gender dysphoria, cultivation sect politics, hurt/comfort, corporal punishment

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #WIP Rec Week #WIP #September 2023 #pov alternating #canon divergence #trans male character #trans wei wuxian #love confessions #getting together #good parents lan wangji & wei wuxian #mutual pining #misunderstandings #arranged marriage #gender dysphoria #cultivation sect politics #hurt/comfort #The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos #dvasva #Mature #epic length fic > 100k

[marimitozpen]

how to find a family and yourself, too

Summary: He supposes he becomes a man somewhere along the way, begrudgingly accepting the role as if it was some new expectation he needed to rise to. He never questioned why it was that way, just that it was. It's just some truth of the world: the sea is blue, his hair is green, and men just have to pretend to know what being a man is.

Or, Zoro realizes he is not as cis as he thinks he is, and that the crew doesn’t care, and that he really loves his family.

★★★★★★★★★★

Hi! This fic was originally uploaded to ao3 exactly two years ago today, and in honor of its second birthday I wanted to crosspost to tumblr. This is the only fic I've ever uploaded, and I wrote it as a way to process the fact that I am agender. A lot of Zoro's thoughts and feelings are based on my own. I know there's not a market for agender Zoro, but I know that this fic helped people from my ao3 comments. The original fic is under a different name, and I went through and edited this one before crossposting, because I have improved over the past two years. Anyways, enjoy!

*slight spoilers up to and including fishman island*

★★★★★★★★★★

The first time it happens, Zoro is ten years old.

The day isn’t going well, anyways. Zoro has been training tirelessly at the Isshin Dojo for an entire year already, dedicating all he has into finally defeating Kuina. She is his last obstacle, and just that day, she had beaten him in their 2,000th match. 2,000 times, Zoro had taken up the bamboo swords, and 2,000 times Kuina had struck him down. She’s still so far away, this unreachable pillar that Zoro just can’t defeat, no matter how hard he tries. Zoro is at his wits end, trying to understand how he is ever going to get out of this dojo, how he is ever going to move forward.

It’s hopeless, really. How could Zoro ever hope to become the greatest when he can’t even defeat the girl in front of him?

So, he takes up his swords, real ones made of steel and sharp enough to slice anything, and challenges Kuina. He finds her outside, sitting by the side of the road, and starts yelling. “I plan to make this our last fight, I’m going to end this! Fight me with a real sword!”

It is exhilarating , the most exciting thing in Zoro’s short life up to this point. Bamboo swords and sparring do not compare to the thrill of putting your life on the line, the danger of getting hurt for real, the scent of steel and sparks in the air. Kuina is just as difficult to defeat as ever, always faster or stronger than him. Zoro’s arms ache from the weight of the swords, and Kuina teases him, and she still manages to toss him in the air like a ragdoll. Their 2,001st match; Zoro’s 2,001st loss. The weight of the defeat is crushing, and as much as Zoro doesn’t want to, he starts to tear up.

But then, for reasons Zoro just can not understand, Kuina tells him that he shouldn’t cry. She tells him that eventually, just because she is a girl, she will start to get weaker. That she won’t be taken seriously. That just because of her gender, she can never be the strongest .

It makes Zoro feel a lot of emotions, a lot of which he can’t really decipher right now. If Kuina is giving up on being the greatest for some stupid reason like being a girl, where does that leave Zoro? All of his training so far has been just to defeat her, and here she is, saying she was just going to lose someday. What about all of this strength I’ve worked for? Zoro thinks. What about the strength you worked for? Does it all just disappear, because you grew up and that makes you weaker?

There was something else, too, something a lot harder to put words to. Just as Kuina is accepting defeat because she was a girl, she’s basically telling Zoro that he’s destined to win because he was a man. He’s everything she wishes she was, born to be stronger and faster and naturally more talented, and Zoro just can’t stand it. It feels like an unbelievable weight on his shoulders, just another thing he has to work for and grow into. Who says I have to be a man like that? Why does it matter? None of this matters, just our training!

Zoro finally gives Kuina a piece of his mind, yelling about the things that were easier for him to understand. He tells her that when the day comes that he finally beats her, it will be because he worked for it and earned his own strength, not because of her gender. And that she can’t just give up on being the greatest, because he is going to surpass her. Kuina smiles at him, and under the moonlight, they make a promise. One of us will become the world’s greatest swordsman.

Zoro gets everything out that night, but he still goes to bed feeling like something was wrong. But how could he explain the sinking feeling in his stomach, the gut instinct that Kuina was wrong? He’s already gotten her to agree that her strength and training were more important than something like her gender, so why does he still feel so odd?

She just… told me I was a man. I never thought about it until now, but am I? What does that mean? Does that mean beating Kuina, becoming the strongest? Zoro’s thoughts run wild for a minute, and he lets them, before he thinks about how swordsmanship was mind as well as body. Whatever was happening, it didn’t matter, it was just a bump in the road. He just decides that Kuina was what made a man, that if gender matters so much, he’ll just earn his when he beats her. It’s simple enough, and Zoro finally drifts to sleep.

He never gets the chance to beat Kuina. The next day, his world comes crashing down. Kuina had died, slipped down the stairs and away. Forever out of Zoro’s reach.

It was really, really hard to accept for a long, long time. Zoro throws himself into his training, trying to ignore the way he could still see her out of the corners of his eyes, focused only on becoming stronger so that he could live up to their promise. Zoro never settles for anything less than the best, and now he has to carry Kuina’s dream, too.

Kuina’s father hands over her sword, and it feels heavy with expectation but perfectly balanced in Zoro’s small hands. Carrying along Kuina’s legacy was still difficult sometimes, but sometimes he feels like having someone there with him makes it easier. Zoro pushes forward, both striving to surpass Kuina and to bring her along with him.

Zoro doesn’t think about his weird feelings from that night again for a long time. It’s easy to ignore in the monotony of the dojo – he doesn’t stand out from the other kids in anything but strength. They all wear the same uniforms, sleep in piles on the floor, train and live and fight together. Zoro pushes himself a little beyond what was reasonable sometimes, but that’s all just training to become the strongest. Some days, the pressure he feels is so overwhelming that every “he” he hears stings, but that’s okay. He can ignore it.

He supposes he becomes a man somewhere along the way, begrudgingly accepting the role as if it was some new expectation he needed to rise to. He never questioned why it was that way, just that it was. It's just some truth of the world: the sea is blue, his hair is green, and men just have to pretend to know what being a man is. He doesn’t get to seriously question it again until nine years later, when Zoro finds himself as one member of a two-member pirate crew, sailing away from a Marine base and on to something new.

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Zoro wakes up to Luffy singing, loud and bright and right in Zoro’s ear. Zoro doesn’t regret joining up, because he can tell this kid is going to take him far, but he also really wants to sleep right now. He’s not made of rubber, he can’t just bounce back into place after being injured the way his new captain can. Zoro cracks one eye open and turns his head in Luffy’s direction, intent on giving the younger boy a piece of his mind.

Instead, his eyes fall on Luffy’s chest. Luffy’s vest is open, and there are two long, thin cuts on either side of his chest. They look old, already healed, but Zoro still panics.

“Luffy, your chest! Did you get hurt back at the Marine base? Why didn’t you tell anyone!” he shouts, sitting up as quickly as he can.

Luffy just cocks his head, looking terribly confused. Then, as if a lightbulb has gone off in his head, he smiles. “Oh, are you talking about my scars?”

Zoro nods, swallowing. Those scars look painful , and Zoro is kinda shocked that Luffy is being so nonchalant about all of this. He is pulled out of his thoughts by laughter.

“I got surgery a year ago! Pretty cool, right? I told Gramps I wouldn’t become a Marine unless I got it, so he paid for me to have surgery, then I became a pirate anyways. I sure showed him, huh?”

Zoro’s head is spinning. He doesn’t know who Gramps is or why he wanted Luffy to become a Marine, and he still doesn’t know why Luffy got this surgery. His confusion must be clear on his face, because Luffy starts explaining again.

“Are you confused on why I got the surgery?” he asks gently. Zoro nods.

“It’s cause I’m trans!” Luffy announces with a grin. “Do you know what that is?”

Zoro shakes his head at that. Is this something I should know? he thinks, but Luffy is quick to dispel his worry.

“Don’t worry, lots of people don’t know! I didn’t even know for a long time. Basically, it means I wasn’t born as a boy. My brain and my heart always said I was a boy, even though my body didn’t. So I had to change my body to match.”

Luffy’s explanation makes sense to Zoro, but he still feels confused, although for a different reason. Not born as a boy…  Zoro just didn’t know that was something that could happen. He is silent for a long time, and Luffy just starts humming beside him. Zoro thinks he might recognize the tune.

After a long time, Luffy finally speaks up again. “Zoro, you’re… okay with it, right?”

Zoro startles a bit, then processes Luffy’s question. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be okay with it?”

Luffy shrugs, one hand playing with the brim of his straw hat. “I dunno… it’s just that some people aren’t. You went all silent on me, I didn’t know what you were thinking.”

Zoro smiles at Luffy. It’s weird, because smiles used to be rare for Zoro, but it seems like his captain is able to draw them out of him so easily. “It’s okay, captain. I was just thinking about something else.”

Luffy laughs again. The sun is dipping lower on the horizon, washing their boat in shades of orange and purple, but Luffy’s face is as bright as the sun. “That’s good, cause I would’ve had to fight you if you weren’t okay with it.” He sways a little where he sits, coming to rest with his head on Zoro’s shoulder. “I don’t wanna fight my crew. That’s not what nakama’s for.”

Zoro just looks ahead, still deep in thought. He is vaguely aware of Luffy falling asleep on his shoulder, but for some reason, he doesn’t push the boy off. He just sits, thinking. Not born as a man… so how did you know, then? Did someone tell you that you were a man, just like Kuina told me?

What does all of this mean? I never just… felt like a man, I had to make myself feel like one. So am I a woman, then? Is that an option? Zoro’s racing mind halts for a second as he considers this train of thought. He snorts as he realizes how stupid it is. Okay, definitely not a woman. I guess this is what Luffy felt, then. Just not a woman.

It all starts to make a little more sense to Zoro. If all it takes to be a man is just not being a woman, then Zoro has that down pat. The rest will be easy. And yet, Zoro still feels strange. It feels like a door is opening up to him. Something is starting to change, and he can’t tell what yet.

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Zoro hates Sanji the moment he sets eyes on him. The cook is pretentious, starting a fight with a Marine over some soup, and Zoro can’t stand how preachy Sanji is. Then, he starts getting all flirty with Nami, which also pisses Zoro off. This Sanji guy is a real idiot, and if Zoro didn’t respect Luffy so much, he would be really worried about this guy joining the crew.

But there’s something else about Sanji that irks Zoro, something he can’t quite put his finger on. He could go on for days about how Sanji is loud, and rude, and stuck-up, and stupid; but it feels like Zoro is skirting around some other issue. Luffy and Zoro are just as loud and rude, and according to Nami they’re even dumber than Sanji. Most of these qualities don’t even bother Zoro, so why does Sanji just have this way of pushing all of Zoro’s buttons?

After a few weeks and a few run-ins with death (and a very valuable reality check for Zoro), Zoro begrudgingly accepts Sanji’s presence on the crew. He has to admit, the other man is damn good in a fight, both as an ally and as an opponent. He’s also a very, very good cook, but Zoro would never tell him that. He doesn’t need Sanji’s ego getting any bigger, the thing is already threatening to sink the Merry. 

But Sanji still pisses Zoro off to no end.

The two of them get along like a house on fire. They will argue about anything and everything, much to Luffy’s amusement and Nami and Usopp’s chagrin. Zoro will insult the cook’s stupid eyebrows and Sanji will insult Zoro’s unusual hair color, and they will exchange blows just as often as they have each other’s backs. It makes things slightly tense, but still interesting.

Sanji is everything Zoro hates about men, Zoro realizes one day. He is cocky and rude and he pushes himself onto women, he is over-the-top and annoying and oh so performative. Zoro can’t stand him, because he’s everything Zoro’s not and he’s everything Zoro doesn’t ever want to be and he’s so damn loud about it.

This realization does absolutely nothing to remedy Zoro and Sanji’s relationship. Zoro is not only mad at Sanji at this point, he’s just as mad at himself for realizing what Sanji is and what he’s doing and feeling threatened by it. Seriously, Zoro has no reason to be questioning himself right now, and yet Sanji just manages to get under his skin and make him actually think. Zoro doesn’t like thinking all that much, he much prefers actions.

It makes Zoro wonder why Sanji is like this and how exactly his masculinity or whatever has the power to make Zoro so mad. It has Zoro questioning his own masculinity, because he is so different from Sanji so how can he be sure he’s doing it right? It makes Zoro think about his place on the crew, because it used to be easy; there was Luffy, the captain; then Zoro, then Usopp and Nami. Now there’s Sanji, and he has the potential to be Zoro’s equal in terms of strength, and Zoro just feels so strange about all of this. 

Zoro deals with it the way he deals with all of his non-physical problems: he ignores it. If Zoro can’t slice through a problem, it simply can’t be solved, from his point of view. Not that he doesn’t try slicing through Sanji, but the cook is quick enough to put up a fight. And besides, Luffy would probably be pretty upset if Zoro hurt or killed his beloved cook. 

The two of them continue to fight, and Zoro might even be starting more fights on purpose now, because he’s just angry with himself and Sanji and what better way to take it out? Eventually Nami puts some sort of stop on it and gives them both a stern talking-to, but that’s only because Sanji can’t say no to her and she’s threatening to raise Zoro’s debt if he keeps starting unnecessary fights. This doesn’t end the fighting entirely, not by a long shot, but at least some semblance of peace returns to their small ship. If Sanji were gone , Zoro thinks, peace could return entirely. But unfortunately, Sanji is there to stay, and he is there to be a thorn in Zoro’s side for the entire rest of their journey.

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Zoro did not expect to be literally facing his past when he woke up this morning and departed the ship to explore Loguetown, but here he is. Staring into the face of a dead girl who is shouting words at him that he hasn’t heard in almost a decade, and Zoro just feels so many things he might not be able to handle it.

Tashigi has been popping up around Zoro all day; he saw her on the street and accidentally broke her glasses, she dragged him to the Marine base for chores, he escaped but met her again at the swords shop, she finally recognized him and chased him down. And here they are, standing in the rain, as she taunts him.

As if it weren’t bad enough that she’s forcing her stupid ideal of justice on him, insulting his bond with his sword because he’s a “criminal” or whatever, Tashigi starts repeating the words that Kuina shouted that day all those years ago. She seems insulted that Zoro isn’t taking her seriously, interprets it not as an offense to her own skill, but an attack on her gender. Kuina’s face and Kuina’s words… it’s all too much for Zoro.

“Is it because I’m a woman?” Tashigi screams. “You view me as weak, you won’t finish me off! Take me seriously! You don’t understand what it’s like, to wish you were born a boy!” She’s so loud and so pushy and Zoro finally just snaps. He whirls around and starts yelling back, even though he knows it’s childish.

“Everything about you pisses me off! You have the same face as my close friend who died years ago, and then you start shouting the same things as she does! Give me a break, you copycat!” Zoro breathes in, and Tashigi starts arguing back, but Zoro continues. “I’ll tell you what I told her; your gender has nothing to do with it, only your skill and mine. And if I didn’t take you seriously, take that as an offense to your skill, because I held back because you were weak! Don’t blame it on gender!”

Tashigi just stands there, staring at him. It’s clear she’s never been talked to like this; her jaw is hanging open and Zoro is pretty sure that there’s tears mixing in with the rain on her cheeks. He scowls at her, then turns back to go find his captain, leaving her in the dust.

Later, when Zoro is back on the ship, he starts to think a bit more about what Tashigi said. It brings back everything from the night of Kuina’s death; the confusion and the anger and the weird, unplaceable feeling that Zoro was sure he suppressed but is coming back to rear its ugly head. What is it about swordswomen and their ability to shake me up like this? Zoro thinks to himself, allowing himself to just wallow in his confusion for a few seconds. He then stands up, shakes himself off, and decides he must become stronger, so he can get past this stupid gender stuff.

Of course, he can’t fully relax yet, because Nami is approaching. “Thinking over there, Zoro? I don’t see you doing that often,” she teases. Zoro flips her off. 

“Awww, c’mon, don’t be like that. Tell me everything! I’m a great problem solver, you know.” She encourages as she sits down on the deck and pulls Zoro down next to her. And Zoro really doesn’t want to tell her anything, but… they’re cooped up on a ship and Nami is the only woman here so maybe she will at least have some perspective on this whole thing?

“I just got in a really weird fight today, with one of the Marines. After I defeated her she started yelling about how I wasn’t taking her seriously just because she’s a woman. It reminded me of my childhood friend, she used to say the same thing. It’s strange, because I don’t think about who my opponent is when I fight them, only their skill.” Zoro explains. His voice sounds weak and it hits Zoro that this is really stupid, but he’s already said it so there’s not much he can do now.

Nami hums as she thinks. “Well, she’s probably feeling insecure a little bit. All women are used to being underestimated. Some of us, like me,” Nami accentuates her statement by pointing to herself, “like to use it to our advantage. I’ve got Sanji-kun wrapped around my finger, you know? Just because I’m a girl.” She pauses, then looks at Zoro before starting her next point.

“Well, I guess some women don’t view it the same way. They want to be seen as equals, instead of having to constantly prove themselves by exceeding expectations. I guess that Marine and your friend are both like that, they see that you’re not taking them seriously and they think it’s because you’re underestimating them. But if it’s just because of their skill, like you say, then there’s not much you can do other than ignore them.” Nami pats his shoulder. “Got that, stupid?”

“Yeah,” Zoro grumbles, not rising to the bait for once. “Although Kuina, my friend… I never underestimated her. She was always stronger than me. I never once beat her in a fight.”

If Nami notices the use of past tense, she doesn’t comment on it. “I’m sure I would’ve liked her, if she could take you down a peg,” Nami laughs. She leaves a little while later, and Zoro is kinda glad he had this talk. He’s still a bit swamped by the weird feelings, but at least the other things are starting to make a little more sense.

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“Hey Robin, whatcha readin?”

The response from the crew is instantaneous. Everyone who is on deck, Zoro included, falls silent and stares. Zoro himself sits up from where he was sprawled across the deck to watch as his captain leans over Robin’s shoulder to inspect the book she has laying open on the table.

He thinks he heard about this happening once before, of Luffy showing an interest in Robin’s books, and that the crew had been just as shocked then. It’s just that books and Luffy… they don’t really go together. Luffy has been listening in to some of Robin’s story times and she is more than happy to read out loud for some of her younger crewmates, but it’s rare that Luffy is the one to show interest.

“Oh, it’s a book about different identities. It’s rather interesting, do you want me to read it to you?” Robin hardly seems phased by Luffy’s sudden interest, taking it in stride. She’s always happy to indulge her captain on his more tame shenanigans.

Luffy shakes his head. “Nah, the pictures just caught my attention.” At this, most of the crew lets out a collective sigh. Nami goes back to watering her flowers, and Usopp and Chopper start making noise on the upper deck again. Sanji prattles away in the kitchen and Franky stays below deck, neither of them having heard the initial question. Zoro wants to keep watching, for some reason. Luffy hooks his arm over Robin’s shoulder, fingers running across the page. “Like this one! The colors are pretty. What’s it mean?”

Robin smiles, and it is unlike the smiles Zoro has seen from her up to this point. “That flag represents transgender people, Captain. Do you know what that is?”

Now it is Luffy’s turn to smile, the toothy grin taking up his whole face. “Like me!” he exclaims cheerfully.

Robin looks shocked for a second before she reigns her expression in. Zoro thinks this is the first time he’s seen her smile with teeth. “I’m like that too, Captain,” she replies. “How funny that we should meet on this broad sea.”

Luffy is positively beaming at this point. He finally pulls up a chair and sits across from Robin. He is gesturing excitedly as he speaks, telling Robin it is so cool that they met and that he’s never met another person like himself before. Zoro smiles a little, in spite of himself. It’s nice to hear his captain so happy, and seeing Robin smiling fondly isn’t so bad either. He is about to drift back to sleep when Luffy is suddenly calling to him.

“Zoro, hey Zoro! You should come look too! This book is so cool, they have a flag for everything!” Zoro cracks one eye open to glare at his captain. Robin is giggling from behind her hand.

Zoro sighs. Yes, it’s nice that his captain is taking interest in a somewhat quiet activity, and that Robin is opening up a little too. But to be honest, Zoro has no interest in the book himself. He figures that nothing in there is going to apply to him, since he already realized he’s not like his captain or Robin.

“I think that the swordsman wants to sleep, Captain.” Oh, nice save Robin! Zoro makes a mental note to thank her later. Luffy protests a little, grumbling something about how all Zoro does is sleep, but he’s drawn back into the book when Robin flips the page.

“Robin, look, this one looks like Zoro,” Luffy comments. Robin agrees, telling him that those colors do look a lot like Zoro’s hair color and outfit. Zoro can still feel Luffy’s gaze on him, but he ignores it. He closes his eyes and lets himself drift off to sleep for real, this time.

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Zoro wakes up in a bed in a room he does not recognize. Not that he’s never done that before, but it seems different this time. Zoro shouldn’t be here.

The last thing he remembers is running for his life. Zoro had been gravely injured, and there was an admiral and all these robots, and they really stood no chance…

The weird, spongy, not-earth of the Sabaody Archipelago is making it hard to run. Zoro’s legs ache and he’s sure he’s reopened several of his wounds. It took a serious joint effort just to take down that one Kuma robot, and Zoro isn’t honestly sure he has it in him to take on any more. He hates feeling so weak, but of course he couldn’t have changed the outcome of Thriller Bark. Zoro would gladly do it again to save his captain.

Still, this is a very bad situation, and no time for reminiscing. Zoro has crewmates to protect, and he has robots to escape. Of course, it is then that the real Kuma shows up. He quips about Zoro still being alive, and Zoro gives him the best answer he can in the moment. Of course, he does owe Kuma in a way, but the man still poses a huge threat.

Zoro’s lungs ache and his legs are about to give out. His arms are weak, he can’t do anything to save himself. He is aware of people yelling, trying to save him, but it’s too late. Kuma raises one huge, ungloved paw and swings it. Zoro’s world fades away immediately.

That’s the last thing Zoro remembers, so how the hell did he get here? He can feel bandages covering his skin, but they are not wrapped with the professionalism and care that Chopper’s usually are, which tells him that he’s no longer with his crewmates. He wonders what happened to them and starts panicking, bolting out of bed to start taking in his surroundings.

Then, he sees her out of the corner of his eye. The weird ghost girl from Thriller Bark, what was her name again? Perfume, or something?

“It’s Perona, you dumbass!” she shouts. Oh, so Zoro said that out loud then.

She explains to him that he came down in a bubble and how it was part of Kuma’s power. She doesn’t know where they are, but she bandaged him up the best she could, and he really needs to wait and rest before he does anything stupid. 

Zoro doesn’t listen, of course. He’s not so weak and helpless that he can just lay in bed when his crew probably needs him, when his captain probably needs him. He just keeps going out and getting into fights with the weird monkeys that inhabit the island, pissing Perona off and injuring himself further.

A few days later, Mihawk shows up to tell Zoro about the war, and this is probably the worst Zoro has ever felt. To think, while he was out here unable to defeat some stupid baboons, his captain was fighting in a war and losing his only brother in such a horrific way. Zoro is useless, useless, useless, and he’s so weak it hurts.

Then he gets the orders: stay where you are. You have two years. Get stronger. It’s painful, but it’s simple and it’s what needs to be done. It makes Zoro’s heart ache that he can’t be there to comfort his captain, but he quickly decides that he will spend these two years getting stronger so that he won’t miss this kind of situation again. Better yet, there won’t be one at all. After some begging, Mihawk agrees to take him in, and Zoro throws himself into his training. 

It is slightly reminiscent of his time at the dojo. At the time, Zoro’s need to become the strongest was so that he could carry on Kuina’s will and achieve their dream. But now, Zoro has people, a family , he wants to protect. The training is grueling and bloody and mind-numbing, and Zoro wouldn’t have it any other way. He loses sight of everything other than his goal and his crew, the two things he is doing everything for. Two years, and Zoro will be strong enough so that nothing has to happen to hurt the Straw Hats again.

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Zoro has to admit, being back with the crew after two years of separation is really, really nice. Two years apart was far too long. He had missed everyone, even that stupid cook, and he missed being on the ocean. He understands why they spent two years apart, and everyone is much stronger for it, but he is glad that those years are behind them.

Just making it off of Sabaody was an ordeal. Luffy manages to attract trouble everywhere he goes, though, so the crew is used to this. Zoro almost missed the nonstop action and the daily near-death experiences, but action is not the only part of a pirate’s life. Zoro loves just being on the Sunny, surrounded by his crew – his family – exchanging stories about their training over the past two years.

Zoro learns where everyone spent their two years: Luffy trained with Rayleigh, Chopper mastered all of his forms and learned a lot about medicine, Brook went on tour but still managed to strengthen his skills. Robin mentions something about staying with Luffy’s family in the Revolutionary Army, and it seems innocent enough except for the fact that Robin is wearing her “I know something you don’t” smile. It’s easily brushed off though, because Robin says she can’t share classified information. 

Zoro is not really one to give praise, but he does compliment Usopp for surviving two years on an island that was literally trying to eat him. Seriously, Usopp has developed a lot since Zoro last saw him, and he seems a lot more confident than the insecure liar they picked up in Syrup Village so long ago.

Everyone seems a lot more confident, actually. Robin is smiling much more, Chopper is so much more enthusiastic than he’s ever been, and the cook seems weirdly relaxed for once. Zoro hadn’t noticed it much in Sabaody, but the cook seems… different, somehow. He isn’t quite as pushy as he had been in the past, and his mere presence isn’t aggravating Zoro the way it used to. 

Zoro gets his explanation soon enough. Sanji is second to last to share his adventures from the last two years, and he takes a shaky breath before doing so. Robin, sitting next to Sanji, places one hand on his back and gives him an encouraging nod.

“I spent my two years on Momoiro Island.” Sanji starts. He is met with mostly blank stares, except from Nami, who raises her eyebrows. Sanji scans their reactions before he continues.

“So the island is home to a huge community of LGBT people, who wanted to create a place where they could exist without judgement. They’re led by Emporio Ivankov of the Revolutionary Army. I actually got to see Robin a few times over those years, because she visited the island on business once or twice. Ah, but that’s besides the point…”

Sanji trails off, still acting nervous. Luckily for him, Luffy interrupts. “I remember Iva-chan! He was so nice! Did he train you, Sanji?”

Sanji whips his head in Luffy’s direction so quickly that Zoro thinks it might fly off. “You think he was nice?”

“Yeah, he saved my life,” Luffy says matter-of-factly.

Sanji shakes his head. “That… doesn’t matter right now. Yes, he trained my cooking and my fighting abilities, but he also made me learn a lot more about myself. Like, that my views on the world and people in the LGBT community were really outdated. And… that I’m genderfluid.”

“Great for you, bro!” Franky congratulates, tears already forming in his eyes. “What does that mean, though?”

Sanji laughs, Franky’s antics lightening the mood for all of them. “I just don’t feel like a man all the time. Sometimes, I feel like a woman, or sometimes I feel like I’m somewhere in between. It changes all the time. Oh, and I use any pronouns now.”

Franky nods, and Usopp also nods along with one hand on his chin. “Right, I get it, but what are pronouns?” Usopp asks.

“It’s like he, she, they. You can use any of them to refer to me, just make sure to use all of them at different points. It’s not great if I’m hearing only ‘he’ all the time.”

Zoro can practically see the steam coming from Luffy’s ears as he processes this. Finally, Luffy speaks. “So, is it like, ‘this is Sanji, they are my cook, and they make the best food ever?’” he asks before looking between Sanji and Robin with an expectant look on his face. Robin giggles softly, and Sanji smiles.

“Yeah, just like that. Or ‘Sanji is my cook, she makes the best food ever.’ You can use any of them,” they assure their captain.

Luffy smiles wide and laughs. “Okay, I get it now! Thank you Sanji!”

After Luffy, everyone else offers thei support and congratulations. Nami, Robin, and Chopper each wrap Sanji up in a tight hug, while Brook and Usopp remind Sanji that he’s always a valued member of the crew. Franky continues crying because of how much strength it must have taken for Sanji to come out. 

Zoro… Zoro doesn’t really react. He nods at the cook when she looks his way, but Zoro doesn’t really know what to say. He’s confused, too, because he doesn’t really know what feeling like a man or woman is like, and he’s never even heard about that “somewhere in between” that Sanji was talking about earlier.

The rest of the crew moves on quickly. Zoro is the only one left who hasn’t shared his whereabouts, and he knows the crew will enjoy this. Not only was Zoro staying with and training under his greatest rival, but that ghost girl too. As expected, Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper get a kick out of that. Zoro pushes his worries about Sanji’s coming out to the back of his mind and focuses on enjoying his time with his family before Luffy inevitably drags them into some mess again.

The descent to Sabaody takes forever; long enough for Sanji to prepare and serve dinner. It’s actually quite a meal, featuring each of the Straw Hats’ favorite dishes – meat on the bone, cheeseburgers, sandwiches, even rice balls for Zoro. It is great to be home, defending his food from Luffy’s sticky hands and dodging the peas that Usopp has been launching across the table. Dinners on the Sunny are no calm event, but Zoro loves it. He loves the chaos of it all.

Normally, Zoro is one of the first few out of the kitchen. He usually has something better to be doing like training, napping, or getting pulled into playing tag with Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper. But Zoro has questions, about Sanji’s whole gender thing, and he can’t just ask that in front of everyone. Hell, it’s embarrassing enough to ask the cook about it. 

Zoro sits at the table long after he’s finished his dinner, even after everyone has left. He watches as the cook cleans up and washes dishes, ignoring Zoro’s stare the whole time. She doesn’t even try to start a fight, which is unusual, because usually if Zoro stares for that long it’s like asking for a shoe to the face.

Finally, Sanji has apparently had enough. The dishes are washed, dried, and put away. There is nothing else to do in the kitchen, so they turn to Zoro, planting their hands on the island bar and leaning over.

“I’ll bite, is there a reason why you’re watching me, marimo?” He starts. It carries the usual tone of annoyance, but maybe a little more. “This ain’t about earlier, is it? Better not be, cause I will–”

Zoro interrupts by shaking his head. “It’s not… Well, it’s not what you’re thinking. I just. I don’t get it,” he mumbles, staring down at the table in front of him, one hand coming up to play with his earrings the way he does when he’s stressed. He can still feel Sanji staring at him, and he waves his hand, gesturing at nothing. “The, uh, the gender thing. I’m having trouble understanding it. I want to understand it.” He looks up, meeting Sanji’s eyes. Sanji sighs.

“Ok, well which part don’t you get? I don’t really know how else to explain it, other than what I said earlier. Sometimes I feel like a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes in between.” Sanji starts. He speaks slowly, as if he were explaining this to a baby or something. Slightly annoying, but Zoro doesn’t push it.

Zoro furrows his brow, frustrated about the explanation, because it doesn’t really explain anything . At least, not the way Zoro needs. “That’s the thing! What the hell does feeling like a man feel like?”

Sanji falls quiet. “The hell do you mean?” Zoro can hear the usual burning edge to her words, the fight he’s used to. He doesn’t want to make Sanji mad, goddamnit, he wants to understand! Sanji takes an angry hit of their cigarette, blowing smoke in Zoro’s direction. Zoro glares back.

“I mean, how do you know when you’re a man? Since you’re other things sometimes, how do you tell the difference?”

“What’s this about, marimo?”

“Just.. Just answer the question! My reason doesn’t matter!”

“Okay, just… give me a minute, okay? It’s a weird ass question, you caught me off guard.” Zoro nods and leans back on the bench, satisfied for now. Sanji sits down on one of the barstools, spinning slowly as they think.

“I mean, to start off, did you know all this gender thing is fake?” Sanji speaks up after a moment, stopping so he is facing Zoro. “One of my, uh, friends? Yeah, one of my friends back in Kamabakka told me that everything we know about gender is just gender roles. It’s what we tell each gender they’re supposed to do or feel, not what gender actually is. Like, some people think women are just supposed to cook and clean and be quiet while men are supposed to go off and make money for the family. The way my old geezer raised me, women are better than men, and we’re supposed to protect and serve them in any way we can. It’s really different from person to person.”

Sanji pauses to take another hit as she continues. “Let's see… To me, being a man still feels more like responsibility. But there's more, too. Masculinity is loud and brash, it’s like a jungle or like the sea during a storm. The way my legs heat up when I do Diable Jambe, that feels manly too. But it’s different from when I feel like a woman; that’s all light and airy and stuff. It’s like helping Nami-san take care of her tangerines, or laughing with my crew and getting compliments on my food. Femininity is like caring for people, while masculinity is taking responsibility. And then there’s some times when it’s more than that… when I feel charged up and everything is uncertain but it doesn’t need to make sense. It’s like the early mornings when I’m the only one awake, or the moment before lightning strikes.” Sanji pauses, smiling, clearly patting themself on the back. “Eh, I’ve never had to think about how to describe it all before. I think Iva-san would be proud. That help at all, marimo?”

Zoro sits silent for a while, trying to take it all in. He’s never felt like… like a forest, or a storm, or like his legs are heating up. He had taken responsibility for things plenty of times, but it wasn’t related to his gender or anything, it was just what he had to do. There’s one thing that definitely stands out about Sanji’s descriptions, though.

“So, being a man, it doesn’t ever feel like you’re just performing it? It’s not like a job?” 

Sanji just… blinks at Zoro, then they stand up and start moving around the kitchen again. He pulls down a mug and starts brewing some tea. Zoro isn’t a big tea person, but he still understands the gesture.

“No, it doesn’t feel like a job.” Sanji finally says after filling the kettle and placing it on the stove. “It used to, though. Before I discovered all of this, and the possibility that I could just not be a man. You feel like it is?”

Zoro ignores Sanji’s gaze, suddenly very interested in the top of the dinner table. He knows Sanji understands, though, as she continues to talk. “I won’t press you, cause god knows I hated it when Iva-san did that to me. But just think about it, okay? There’s a lot out there, and the crew won’t care, you saw them today.” Sanji pauses to place the mug of tea in front of Zoro. “I won’t tell anyone either. But don’t start expecting me to be nice to you or anything! We’re still enemies!” 

Zoro grins. He knows that he and Sanji aren’t really enemies, they haven’t been in a long time. Sanji learning to accept themself had helped the both of them a lot, and they’re closer to friends at this point. Sanji knows it too, but they have reputations to keep! Still, it’s pretty nice. Sanji doesn’t treat Zoro like it’s anything weird or shameful, he just understands and explains and lets it be. She nods at Zoro, straightening up to leave the kitchen. “Oh, and you’re washing your own mug! Don’t get lost on the way to the cabinets, marimo!” she adds as an afterthought, ducking out of the doorway before Zoro can send him a glare. 

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 Zoro stands outside the door to Robin’s library, mug of tea in hand, for about ten minutes, just trying to work up the courage to enter. He feels so stupid, being scared to ask his crewmate to borrow a book. While talking with Sanji had helped, just a little, Zoro still has a lot of questions.

He is staring into his mug weighing his options and thinking that he might just come back tomorrow when Robin opens the door. She seems surprised to see him, almost dropping the book in her hands. As usual, she recovers gracefully, donning her usual closed-eye smile.

“My, it’s certainly rare to see you here, Swordsman-san. Is there something I can help you with?” she greets, holding the door open and beckoning Zoro inside.

“Uh, yeah, but if you were leaving–” Zoro tries to deflect. I’m not ready for this, he thinks. He hasn’t felt so uncertain in a long time.

“Oh, I insist!” Robin asserts. “It’s no trouble at all. What can I help you with?”

Zoro looks up at her, at her kind eyes and non-judgemental smile. He knows that Sanji was right last night when they told him that the crew wouldn’t mind if Zoro ended up not being a man. He knows that Robin, especially, wouldn’t mind. He recalls a day from two years ago, when Luffy had suddenly found interest in the book Robin was reading and she had confessed she was transgender as well. That moment had felt so inconsequential back then; it was just another instance of Zoro’s captain and crew bonding. But today, it feels like a lifeline.

Zoro takes a deep breath to steady himself. “Yeah, actually, I was looking for a book. I don’t know the name though.”

“That’s no problem at all. Do you know what kind of book it is?” Robin asks. 

Zoro scratches at the back of his head. “Uh, yeah. Do you remember that book you and Luffy were reading a couple years ago? He just wanted to look at the pictures, though, I think.”

Robin brings one hand up to hide her lips as she takes a tiny gasp. “Yes, I know exactly which book you’re talking about. Let me go pull it down for you.” Robin pats Zoro’s shoulders as she walks away, gesturing at the benches that surround the library. “You can take a seat, if you want. I can leave you alone, too. I’ll just continue my own reading.”

Zoro sits and nods, feeling a little overwhelmed. He hadn’t planned on telling Robin why he was here, exactly, but Robin knows everything anyways and he does find her company to be very comforting. Robin is something like what Zoro imagines an older sister might be like.

“I, uh. I think I would like that, but…” Zoro is unsure of what he’s asking, letting his voice drop out as he continues thinking.

“I’ll stay down here the whole time, if that’s what you want. And you can always ask for help.” Robin pats Zoro’s shoulder again as she passes him the book. “I’m just across the room, okay?”

Zoro is grateful, so grateful for Robin’s easy going nature. He shudders a bit as he opens the book, looking for the chapter on gender identities.

The first thing Zoro notices is just how many there are. There’s like, a thousand, each one with a different name and flag and description. It’s a lot for him to take in at once.

Breathe, Zoro, something in the back of his mind tells him. Just go through it one at a time. Zoro sighs. He already knows he isn’t trans the way that Luffy and Robin are, and he’s pretty sure he’s not genderfluid the way the cook is either. That narrows down his search, at least a little.

As Zoro flips through the pages, he just finds himself feeling more and more lost and frustrated. All these terms are swimming around in his head. And to make matters worse, a lot of them seem to rely on what a person is already feeling. Zoro… Zoro doesn’t actually know what he’s feeling. He’s had this vague notion that he wasn’t quite a man for a long time, but he’s also been acting as one for long enough that it still feels like part of him. He’s getting tempted to just slam the book closed and call it a night, but he really doesn’t want to find out what happens if he mistreats Robin’s books. He has a feeling it won’t be pretty.

“Are you doing alright over there, Swordsman-san?” Robin calls, momentarily stirring Zoro from his thoughts. She has worry written all over her face. “You seem a bit frustrated.”

“I am, but I’m okay.” Zoro reassures her as he continues reading. Then, he hits upon the definition.

Agender , the book reads. A person who feels a lack of a gender identity, or does not feel a strong relation to any gender identity. An absence of gender.

There is a second paragraph below, from an agender person describing how they feel about their own identity. It was really hard for me to figure out for a long time, the author starts , because I just didn’t want to face it. I was comfortable enough living with my own assigned gender. But whenever I think of myself and the words I would use to describe myself, my gender isn’t one of them. I was raised one way, sure, but that is as far as the connection goes. I don’t feel like a man or a woman, I just feel like me.

Zoro chokes on his breath. He studies the image of the flag next to it, and another memory from two years ago pops up in his head. “This flag looks like Zoro,” Luffy had said, and Robin agreed because of the colors. The agender flag has green, white, and black stripes. This is the flag that matched him two years ago, and now with the definition…

Zoro breathes in quickly. His heart is racing, hammering against his ribcage like a drum. He thinks back to what Sanji told him earlier, about sometimes feeling like more than a man or a woman. Zoro hadn’t understood it then, still doesn’t really grasp it. But he knows that he doesn’t feel what Sanji was describing. But if nothing is an option…

When Zoro tries to think about his gender identity, it is just his role as a man. He does what men do because that’s how he was raised, that’s what everyone told him to be. That’s his only connection to it. If he thinks any further than that… there’s nothing. He’s always just felt like Zoro , not Zoro the man or Zoro the woman or Zoro the anything else. Just Zoro, nothing more.

Agender. It certainly seems to fit.

And that thought is so world-changing, so scary, so new that Zoro doesn’t know how to handle it. Consequences be damned, he shuts the book quickly and tosses it onto the table, rushing out of the library. Robin stands up and calls after him, but Zoro just ignores her. All he wants to do is run, run away to when things were simpler, when he didn’t have to think about being different. He hurries into the boy’s room and huddles in his bunk, ignoring his crew for the rest of the night.

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Fishman Island is a disaster, of course, complete with princesses, some of Arlong’s disciples, and some very valuable revelations about the Poneglyphs for Robin. Zoro does his best to turn his brain off and focus on drinking the castle dry, eating delicious food prepared by the royal staff, and fighting. He ignores the whole gender issue. It wasn’t important for the first twenty-one years of Zoro’s life, so it can’t be that important now.

Sure, the realization that Zoro didn’t have to be a man was a weight off his shoulders. He didn’t have to “perform” if he wasn’t a man. But Zoro had almost gotten comfortable in the performance. He pretty much knew how to be a man. Why try to change things if they were working out already?

It becomes much harder to ignore after they resurface. Out on the open ocean, Zoro can’t rely on enemies to take his frustrations out on. He has to actually face this himself.

He’s especially irritable that day, mostly hiding in the bunk room and trying to nap. Zoro is usually very good at napping, but he can’t seem to calm his mind. No matter how much he tries to avoid thinking about it, the question of Zoro’s gender identity never leaves his mind.

He spots Robin and Sanji having a hushed discussion in the kitchen that afternoon. He just wanted a beer, because maybe the alcohol could push his thoughts back, but as soon as he enters the kitchen Robin and Sanji jump apart. Zoro doesn’t hear any of their discussion, but he has a pretty good idea what it might be about.

Luffy is the one to finally approach Zoro. He does it at night, when most of the crew has already gone to bed, except for Brook keeping watch in the crow’s nest. Zoro is leaning over the rail, flicking bottle caps over Sunny’s edge so he can watch them hit the water far below.

Luffy doesn’t say anything at first, just slowly walks up to Zoro and stands next to him. Zoro knows Luffy is watching him, analyzing him in that weird way he does. Luffy somehow knows things about people that they don’t yet know about themselves just from watching them, and usually Zoro really admires that, but he doesn’t want that knowing gaze turned on him. Especially not now.

But at the same time, it’s Luffy. Luffy who would never even dream of doing anything that might hurt his crew. Luffy, who sees the best in people, who has never judged his friends. Not when Nami claimed she was one of Arlong’s pirates, not when Robin was framed for shooting Iceburg, not when Usopp almost let his insecurities separate him from the crew. Luffy had nothing bad to say to Robin or Sanji when they came out, and he wouldn’t have anything bad to say to Zoro, either.

Zoro throws the last of his bottle caps overboard. There’s no way to avoid this. He sighs and sits down, back against the railing, and Luffy follows him down.

“What’s up, Zoro? Has something been on your mind?” Luffy starts.

“Luffy, how did you know you were a boy?” Zoro deflects. It doesn’t begin to address Zoro’s own issues, but he just needs to ease in for now.

Luffy looks a little surprised, but doesn’t push Zoro. “I actually always thought I was a boy. I didn’t know that my body was different to the other boys I knew, and I didn’t understand why people treated me differently when they met me. Everyone in the village called me a tomboy, so I thought I was a boy.” Luffy’s face softens for a moment, and he lets out a small laugh. “I really surprised Dadan and Ace the first time she tried to give us a bath. But when I told them I was a boy just like Ace, they didn’t push it, and they let me grow up as a boy.” Luffy trails off a little, but nods when he finishes his thought. He looks at Zoro again, and Zoro swears those eyes are seeing right through him. “Are you… questioning? Do you think you might not be a boy?” He asks, cutting straight through the bullshit and right to the core of Zoro’s problem.

All Zoro can do is nod weakly and stare at the floor. “I asked Sanji for help and she helped me a little, and I asked Robin to look at her books but it all just made me more frustrated. I don’t want to face myself, right now. It all just feels wrong.” Zoro’s face feels hot, he isn’t used to this kind of heart-to-heart and he’s starting to feel really embarrassed and–

Luffy reaches out, crossing the divide between them, and places his hand on Zoro’s. “You’re still the same Zoro you were before, right? Nothing’s gonna change, we’re just gonna see you as you.”

Zoro lifts his head up and stares at Luffy. He knows his jaw is hanging open, and he can’t bring himself to close it. Still the same Zoro… how does Luffy always know just the right thing to say?

“Do you want me to go get Robin’s book? We can look at it again, maybe I can help–”

Zoro shakes his head and smiles at Luffy. “No, it’s okay. I think I know which one I am. I was scared, though, about what it might change. I don’t want to change.”

Luffy laughs. “Nothing is going to change, Zoro. Well, hopefully you feel happier, cause you get to be who you really are. But that’s not scary, that’s a good thing!” Luffy’s eyes are bright and his hand is warm on Zoro’s.

“Yeah… happier, huh.” Zoro breathes out. He never really thought about what comes after his realization, but happiness… well that always sounds nice. Under the moonlight, with Luffy holding his hand and watching over him, Zoro is a little less scared to face himself and the truth that he has probably known this whole time.

“Well, Captain…” Zoro stops himself, clears his throat, and starts again. Right now, this is a conversation between friends, not captain and crew. “Well, Luffy… I’m not a boy. I’m agender.”

Luffy is on him in a second, wrapping him in a tight hug and threatening to knock them both overboard. Luffy is laughing and so is Zoro as they rearrange themselves to sit side-by-side, now looking out over the water.

“I’m proud of you, Zoro.” Luffy whispers, and Zoro feels warm in spite of himself. “So, do you know what this means from now on? Are you gonna change how we refer to you, like Sanji did?”

Zoro stills. He has been so caught up in denying everything, he never thought about what comes next. Slowly, he shakes his head. “I… I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“That’s okay! You can think about it now.” Luffy swings his legs over the side of the ship and leans into Zoro’s side. “Are you feeling better now? Do you wanna tell everyone soon?”

Zoro ponders it for a minute. He is feeling better, a lot better than when Luffy had found him. He knows the crew will be accepting, just like they were for Luffy and Robin and Sanji. If telling everyone can finally get this weight off of Zoro’s chest, he’s ready. He leans into Luffy, feeling the rough texture of the straw hat tickle his cheek. “Yeah, I think I’ll be ready soon. Thank you, Luffy.”

“It’s no problem, Zoro.”

Even after his talk with Luffy, the idea of coming out is still terrifying. Normally, the words “Zoro” and “scared” don’t even go in the same sentence. But there is something so much more real, more personal, about this. Zoro’s gender isn’t some enemy he can cut up. It’s him. And he’s trying to adjust to this new view of himself.

He talks to Robin first. He thanks her for letting him use her book, and apologizes for slamming it shut. He tells her how he knew that the term agender fit him, but that it freaked him out, and he tells her about his talk with Luffy. Robin is a patient listener, and she tells Zoro that she doesn’t blame him. “I figured that you saw something that fit you. I also had a hard time accepting myself. It’s normal to be unsure and afraid, but thank you for telling me.” She reassures.

His talk with Sanji isn’t as calm or patient, but it gets the job done. He thanks Sanji for helping him figure things out, using as few words as he can. Sanji teases back, but nothing she says is hurtful. They just acknowledge that Zoro feels differently, but there’s nothing to say about it, really. Zoro appreciates that sort of understanding.

Nami tells the crew that their next island is about three days away, provided that nothing gets in their way. Slim chance of nothing getting in their way, but Zoro is thankful to know. He spends three days getting comfortable. He tries out different pronouns in secret with Robin, Luffy, and Sanji, and he is pleased to realize that being referred to as “they” doesn’t feel as weird as he thought it would. 

Zoro finally tells the crew over dinner on the third day. Sanji made rice bowls; a giant pot of rice and three different kinds of meat as well as tons of veggies for the crew to choose from. Zoro loves rice bowls almost as much as rice balls, but he’s sure he never told Sanji that. Sanji doesn’t mention it, so Zoro doesn’t either.

Zoro had already told Luffy and Robin he was going to do it tonight, so they are sitting on either side of him. Luffy is playing with Zoro’s free hand under the table, waiting for Zoro’s signal to call attention to him.

Zoro nods at Luffy, signaling that he’s ready. Well, he’s not, but it’s now or never. Time to take the leap.

Luffy sets his silverware down and addresses the rest of the table. “Hey, everyone, Zoro has something to say. He’s nervous, so be nice.” The last sentence is teasing, and everyone knows it. They aren’t going to be mean to Zoro, and considering how similar his nervous energy was to Sanji’s just a few weeks ago, they have an inkling of what Zoro might need to tell them.

“I don’t know how to start this,” Zoro admits. Luffy takes off his hat and plops it down on Zoro’s head, and the gesture is so meaningful , it gives Zoro the push he needs. Zoro forges on ahead.

“Ok, uh, I guess it starts with the cook. A few days ago, when they came out, it uh… it kinda impacted me a lot too. I didn’t actually know that there was anything other than just man and woman, so it made me question a lot of things.” Sanji’s face looks weird; it’s red like she’s embarrassed but there’s a hint of… happiness? somewhere in there. Robin rubs Zoro’s back to encourage him.

“Well, once I knew I wasn’t just limited to being a man, it made a lot of things from my past make sense. I’ve never exactly felt like a man, I just did it because I thought it’s what I had to do. So what I’m saying is I’m not a man, I’m not really anything, in fact. I’m agender. No gender, just me.”

Luffy is smiling next to him and Robin and Chopper are both wrapping him in a hug. Nami teases Zoro about how emotional he’s become, but she’s proud of him too. So is everyone else. It’s a lot… but it’s still nice. Sanji just nods approvingly, and it reminds Zoro of how he reacted to Sanji’s coming out.

Before anyone else can ask Zoro, he speaks up again. “Oh, and for the pronoun thing. It’s he/they. Kinda like the cook’s, but no she.” Everyone nods and accepts it.

Zoro really, really loves their crew. They never thought they would reach this level of happiness, of acceptance. He supposes he should have known when Luffy accepted his dream without any argument, accepted everyone’s dreams no matter how crazy they were. Once Luffy declares someone as nakama , he is never letting go, and Zoro is so grateful that he chose to follow someone like that. They couldn’t dream of a life that was any different.

Zoro is feeling a bit awkward, so he’s glad when other conversations pick back up and dinner resumes. Usopp asks Zoro if this means they’re gonna be the world’s greatest swords person , and Zoro says that’s stupid, and the table fills with laughter. The night is still young and Zoro is surrounded by people they love and nothing has ever felt better.

#one piece #one piece fic #roronoa zoro #zoro #monkey d luffy #luffy #sanji #nico robin #nami #tony tony chopper #straw hat pirates #agender character #genderfluid character #trans male character #trans female character #introspection #questioning #lgbtq #zolu can be platonic or romantic #agender zoro

[arianna-creates]

This was going to be an immortal Tim comic (where Bruce realizes that his kid is still 17, and will now be the baby of the family forever), but this piece feels like it could be anything sad relating to Tim and Bruce simultaneously

(I was late for batman day yet again 💔💔💔)

#my art #my artwork #detective comics #batman #dc fanart #dccomics #bruce wayne #tim drake #dc red robin #red robin dc #dc robin #timothy drake wayne #timothy drake #trans tim drake #genderfluid tim drake #trans female character #trans male character #whatever you want Tim to be #he's nice and flexible like that <3 #tim drake angst #immortal tim drake #immortality #happy batman day #batman day

[still-living-like-im-trying]

Some Nimona Drawings & Sketches I made for different AU ideas I had.

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Nimona/Big Hero 6 AU

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Golden Sparrow AU

Obsidian Gold AU (unfinished sketches)

#nimona #nimona 2023 #nimona movie #netflix nimona #big hero 6 #bh6 #big hero six #sketches #my sketches #my drawings #nimona/big hero 6 au #villain/hero au #obsidian gold au #Obsidian Gold #i don't know what to call the nimona/big hero 6 au yet but u will #here's some drawings and sketches that i made so far #trans male character #transbrosius #ballister #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius #ambrosius goldenloin #tadashi #tadashi hamada #hiro #hiro hamada #oc #my oc #tani

[leonsleftbicep]

Sleep Token shit

this isn’t even a headcanon, this is just something i thought about while laying in bed.

CW/ trans male pregnancy (the demons said so and im scared of them)

II got knocked up by IV on accident. IV didn’t mean to, he thought II was safe and was on contraceptives. but then, oh shit II’s pregnant.

IV stressed out for a week. but Vessel talked to Sleep, and Sleep did some magic stuff and said “THE SECOND WILL BE BLESSED WITH THE MIRACLE OF COMFORT”. it took IV and II a while to figure out what that one meant. till Vessel explain that II will not feel pain and will have a pretty easy time through all of this.

they all slept in the same bed through the entire pregnancy, them all taking station in the master bedroom which had a california king in it so they all had room. everyone had their own job to do for the do day, and Sleep was going to be there in their humanoid form.

II already decided on home birth and treating this as a offering and a blessing from Sleep. no one had an idea of a name, thought it would be better for Sleep to name them. though Vessel had an idea for Lotus as the name but they all thought it would be best to wait till the baby was here for decision making.

II really struggled throughout the pregnancy with dysphoria and the worry of how the baby would survive out of the womb. but the Vessels where there to calm him and help him through all of this.

surprisingly the baby was mentioned to be welcomed in the spring by Sleep and they where all excited about this. and Sleep welcomed the name Lotus for the child which made Vessel incredibly happy.

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this isn’t part of my main story line or anything, this is all myself feeding into the demons. idk where the iiv came from. this all just started because i was laying around and in my mind i just got an image or “preggy II being sleepy and loved on” which is really odd for someone that has a fear for pregnancy to such a degree that i get nauseous when to close to someone who is pregnant.

#sleep token #the duck can write #trans II #trans male character #trans pregnancy #the brain duck #sleepy cryptid boys #sleep token headcanons #sleep token fanfiction #?

[feelinfungry]

The other day I was being stupid and pushed my testosterone needle into my stomach waaaaay too slowly. It hurt like a mother fucker and I almost passed out with a needle still in my stomach (thankfully I was laying on a bed while doing this so it wouldn’t have been too bad if I had).

After I was done I went to my dad to tell him what happened. He laughed and said “Man, you would make a terrible heroin addict.”

I responded with “funny you should say that,” and ended up talking about Levi for a minute and now I can’t get the idea of writing a fic with a trans male character assisting Levi with a heroin injection.

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #levi fear and hunger #trans male character #tw: needles #tw: heroin addiction #tw: addiction #fanfic ideas #yes i have F&H OCs don’t crucify me #tw: my dad :)