#trans!adam

Mir fällt gerade auf, dass ich das hier nie gepostet hab Hahahaha (basierend auf einem random Mob Psycho 100 Meme, das ich nicht mehr finde :‘))

pynch drabble, first kiss, canon divergent: the raven king, trans!adam.

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Ronan exhaled, put the model car down on the bed beside him, and leaned in to kiss Adam.

"Ronan, I—" Adam cut himself off, taking a sharp breath.

Icey eyes flickered from Adam's mouth, to Adam's eyes, to both sets of feet on the faded carpet of his childhood bedroom. Ronan aimed quiet words directly at Adam's sneakers. "Sorry. I just—"

"No, I'm—it's not that I don't want to…"

"Really?" Ronan asked. But the question sounded without hope for Adam's statement being the truth.

"Yes, really," Adam assured, "I wouldn't lie to you, Ronan. Amen dico absque dolo."

Then it was blue on green as eyes met.

"It's just that I'm… different."

Ronan scoffed gently. "Yeah, like I don't already know that, Parrish,"

"No, I—" Adam took another, deeper breath. "Ronan, I'm trans."

Ronan nodded, slowly. "Okay."

Adam couldn't breathe. "So, I thought you should know, if you were trying to kiss me because you like guys… I mean, that is what's going on here, right?" and he could now feel himself starting to sweat.

Ronan rolled his eyes. "Yes, Parrish. I like guys." Adam concentrated on smoothing his hands over the bare skin showing through holes on the knees of his jeans, not able to keep looking at Ronan. "...therefore, I like you, Adam. Actually thought I just made that pretty obvious, genius."

And when Adam looked up from his hands and his knees, Ronan was doing that thing with his face where he managed to smile without smiling.

"Volo te," Ronan said.

Then, Ronan kissed him. 

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(the latin)

adam: tell no lies

These are strictly sfw, mostly because I want to produce a lot of sfw trans content as a young acespec trans person, so here we go!

If you do find yourself craving nsfw trans headcanons, I would be willing to write some, if you want. Let me know!

These are in the universe of the fic! If you want, like, grown up Trans!Adam, hmu!

He doesn’t talk about it. He’s Adam. He’s always been Adam. His mom helped him pick out his new name when he was five and he’s been Adam ever since. He has other trans friends online who have changed names a couple of time, and they’re just as valid as anyone, but he never changed. Adam is his name. He entered kindergarten as Adam James Bianchi, and he’ll be that for the rest of his life, if no one wants to change the last bit of it. 

Other kids, when he’s young, know that he’s Adam and not that it’s stranger than the other boys in the class being their own names. They call him Adam and send him to sit with the boys during gym class and make no mistakes about who he is. A teacher only slips and calls him she once, and that’s not because Adam throws a fit or tells his mom or anything. It’s because he looks up at her, six and calm as a day, and he says, “He/him, thank you.” and nothing else. 

He was put on low blockers but not T yet when he was thirteen, just as they moved and he switched schools. He met Andrew and Steven soon after he started them, when he still need to wear a binder. He stayed with them because they never asked, never looked at him like he was less for it, never asked about the pads and liners in his bag. 

He never really wants the bottom surgery. He’ll get the top surgery one day, even as he was put on blockers before his chest got very big, even as he needs it less than most trans boys his age. He doesn’t buy packers or search around for some way to feel like a man in that way, because it’s not something he needs. 

Instead, he looks up how long on T he needs to be to start growing facial hair, how long it’ll take for his hair to grow courser and curl. He starts T at fourteen and watches it every day, until he’s months in and his beard comes in thicker than Andrew’s little bit of facial hair, and he’s elated, validated, not wanting. 

He dates a couple of boys and girls and nonbinary people in freshman and sophomore year, trying to find out what he likes without anyone getting hurt. Boys say things that sting but girls not saying things is worse and the nonbinary people Adam dates think he’s like them, but he’s not, he’s a man and somehow that’s worse. He stops serial dating and settles into singleness halfway through sophomore year. 

And then junior years hits like a freight train and a half. In junior year, he takes pride in giving Steven beard burn when they kiss, enough that he can see it in class later as they sit across from each other and pretend to pay attention to the teacher. Steven likes the beard burn too. Likes the reminder. 

Steven cups his face like he’s everything he’s ever wanted him and calls him my man, my boyfriend, my guy, my mans more than once, and says it like he’s proud. It’s validating in a way Adam didn’t know he would love from a relationship with his best friend.