#ftm hunter

Requested by: @jacksdinonuggets

Regressor: Hunter (young kid aged)

Caregiver: Willow, Camila

NOTE: This story features trans masculine (trans man) / AFAB Hunter, this is not canon to the series but a headcanon I love nonetheless. This story describes body in detail but is COMPLETELY SFW. Takes place during season 3 in the human realm. Not checked for typos

Tw: gender and body dysphoria, inner transphobia, involuntary regression, spoilers, cursing, slight Huntlow?

Hunter felt that he came out wrong, not only did he not live up to his Uncle’s standards but he wasn’t the guard he used to be. He was a powerless witch. A deadman’s clone. But he wasn’t even a man, not truly. With the wrong bits and other complications, it only made the boy put himself down much harsher than anyone else could. His thoughts about himself hurt more than any damage an enemy could inflict. He decided that he didn’t live up to his name, his titles, his looks, his earnings and knowledge. He snapped one evening, shuffling upstairs past a sleeping Gus to the restroom.

He stared at his tired reflection, recognizing the eye bags on his face but the other features about himself that he hated too. His plump lips, soft cheeks, round eyes and stubby lashes made him grip the sink angrily. He cursed the Titan for giving him wide hips and a chest. Hunter tried his best to avoid the curves on his body by pressing them down with his guard outfit and the clothes that Camila graciously bought him, but it didn’t stop them from being there. Hunter grit his teeth as he gripped the sink so hard his hands started to redden and hurt. For the thousandth time he wished that he was a boy, that he could show off his chest, that he didn’t have to worry about his hair or curves, or the reddening of his trousers.

Truly, he hoped for that. He was familiar with this feeling, Luz had said it was called gender dysphoria. It seemed fitting to him. This time the feeling came out as anger, he wanted to kick the toilet, punch the mirror, throw everything off the counter. But he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t do that to Camila. He started at himself once more in hatred and made a decision. Stumbling, he grabbed a pair of scissors and awkwardly started to cut. He pushed back the feeling of slipping, the anger dwelling into smallness.

“Hunter?” A voice interrupted his inner thoughts.

Hunter yelped and dropped the scissors, he felt exposed even though he wasn’t.

“Who’s there? Sorry, am I in the way?” He managed

“No, it’s Willow. Can I come in?” Willow responded, standing right outside the doorway.

She saw the scissors jump to the floor and the clumps of hair on the floor.

“Yeah sorry, did you need the bathroom?” Hunter stepped back hesitantly.

“No, just..wondering what was going on. You left the door open and the light was flashing under the door in Luz’s room. Went to come turn it off and then heard snipping and muttering..”

Hunter flushed, feeling weird. He kicked the pair of scissors away, as if bashful.

“Did I wake you up?” Hunter asked

“No..but why are you up this late? You need to sleep, the rest of us are..” Willow responded

“Couldn’t, I had to do something about my hair. It was bothering me and..I couldn’t stop thinking”

“About this?” Willow made a gesture toward her chest, flushing slightly

“What? Who told you!?”

“Luz”

“Damn it Luz, I should kill her!”

“Hey, hey..sit down. She’s asleep, she didn’t mean to. It just came up, please calm down..”

Hunter, angry about being exposed and feeling smaller than he would’ve liked, slowly sank onto the toilet lid. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Willow gently relaxed him and helped him breathe.

“I’m not like them, Willow..”

“Who?”

“Gus, Darius, Adrian, Belos, King, Eberwolf, Steve..”

“Who? What do all those guys even have in common?”

“That! They’re guys!”

“Hunter..”

“Just go away..”

“Camila can help”

“But she’s asleep..”

“And your hair is on the floor, let me help you okay? You’re hair is uneven, fella”

Hunter twisted so Willow could cut his hair, sitting stiffly. He hugged his knees as she worked, he didn’t understand why he trusted her so well. But it was nice, the way she handled his hair, the way she hummed and didn’t ask why he wanted this..it made him slip. He would’ve hiccuped and cried if he wasn’t so tired.

“How’s it look?” Willow asked after a few more snips, stepping aside so Hunter can look at the mirror

“It’s beautiful..mm, handsome. Thanks Wil..” he hiccuped, faltering slightly

“Hunter you look like you’re gonna cry, let’s get Camila, okay?”

Hunter, small despite his frame, didn’t fight her. He let her guide him down the hall to Camila’s room. She, with Hunter’s permission, explained the situation. She welcomed them in to talk, rubbing her eyes but turning on the light and trying to be attentive. Something about the way she asked simple questions made Hunter open up, about how he was feeling awful that he wasn’t as strong or built like a biological male. About how he was scared and that cutting his hair felt like the one thing he could control before slipping. Camila listened, rubbing Hunter’s back as he rambled with childlike anxiety. It wasn’t anything new to her either, Camila had her fair share of Luz’s gender nonconformity. Willow stood back, so as not to overwhelm the now regressed boy sitting next to Camila. Both of their hearts went out to him, not in pity but concern.

“Mijo, no one can tell you who you are. It’s okay that you look like this, it’s okay that you aren’t male at heart. Vas a hacer uno en tu corazon” Camila comforted the boy, holding his shoulder

“What..?” Hunter questioned

“She means you’ll be a guy in here,” Willow gently pressed Hunter’s chest, just over his heart, “and that’s what matters, right Camila?”

“Always, listen mijo. You are brave, you are strong, you are brotherly, you are a protector, that speaks of a typically male presence to me. You don’t have to have to feel that you’re lesser just because you aren’t physically a man..”

“I don’..?”

“Of course not, whatever makes you comfy”

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I will write : - Hurt/comfort - Fluff - AUs - Canon divergence - Songfics - Sickfics - Any other trope (so long as it follows my rules) - Any headcanon (so long as it follows my rules) - Whatever ship you want (so long as it follows my rules)

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Pairings (/ for romantic, & for platonic) : Raine/Eda, Luz/Amity, Gus/Mattholomule, Darius/Alador, Willow & or / Hunter, Lilith & Hooty, Eda & Lilith, Eda & pretty much anyone, Luz & pretty much anyone, Steve & Mattholomule, Camila & any of the kids, Amity & the twins, Emira & Edric, honestly pretty much any gen pairing I love everyone