he got coincidentally shoved back in the closet by everyone assuming and him not feeling safe enough to correct anyone, until he finally decides he is NOT living his final few months like this and demands a male uniform and starts correcting people

the ghouls all feel so bad they never realized his discomfort and a few of them (looks directly at kaito) are definitely experiencing some sort of sexuality crisis now

~🦋

Fandom: Monkey Man

Rating: M

minors dni

word count: 1.3K

author's note: this originally started as a jason todd fic, but i realised it made more sense for monkey man. kid and razor are both bi and trans. excited to share!

Kid x Original Male Character

<kid's just moved to a new city where he cant speak the language after surviving the events from the film and he's trying to find queer, politically active community. when sita slips him a boy's number. this is how it unfolds>

it happened over months

kid remembered the first time he saw razor: he walked into the room with a wide smile and those intense eyes of his. and kid immediately thought omigod who’s THIS cutie? Turned out they had been talking on the phone and this was the very same razor that invited him to the queer reading circle in the first place.

He’s got eyes that flash intensely with emotion and a wide smile; his hair a short mop on on his head, a cute little beard and moustache. kid’s ears had immediately perked on hearing his name and finding out that this was the guy hiding behind the dog in the whatsapp picture.

there was an open mic that night and they set up together, stopping for lunch with everyone else. that was kid’s first time meeting all of them and they were a warm bunch, welcoming kid and practicing with him for his performance. the open mic was amazing, full of rage and hope and all the things one could hope for from a deeply political community space. but of course, it was running too long.

kid had to leave early and razor just couldn't let him leave without inviting him to the protest next tuesday. so he ran after kid and sita down the stairs. (sita had come to watch, she loves seeing kid perform in an entirely new element)

kid was at the bottom of the stairs when he heard his name. "kid!" called razor as he turned the corner and came flying down the stairs. he stopped right in front of kid and sita, chest rising and falling but barely out of breath. which romance novel have i found myself in? wondered kid while he showed a practiced face to razor, one of friendly interest not too much he reasoned.

"so there’s a protest about the new citizenship laws" began razor, holding out a pamphlet "this is some reading, i got it for you. it should give you more info and i made sure its in english" he said as kid took it. eyes wide, kid looks at razor and says "i’ll be there". he stares a moment too long, quietly mesmerized by his eyes. sita just waited quietly while they locked eyes. it took a few moments, but kid snapped out of it, put the pamphlet in his bag and flashed razor a 50 watt smile, "see you tuesday then!" and walked off with sita in tow to the local train station.

-

kid showed up on his cycle at the protest. parking close-by, he walked over and looked for razor. he needed a familiar face in this sea of people. it was overwhelming to be among crowds after everything he’d been through. he looked around for whoever seemed safest and chillest and went and stood with them, joining in with the protest slogans.

razor made his way to the protest on a bus, late. as always. thanks public transport! he was anxious to get there and though it wasn’t the point, he was anxious to see kid too. see he knew kid's big secret, well, not really, not all of it. and he wanted to get to know kid better. his poem had been about dying, being split into a million parts and being put back together by strange and mystical forces. razor just put 2 and 2 together and figured out that it had really happened. either kid was just that believable of a performer, or there was a kernel of truth to it. whichever, it was, razor was determined to find out. as he reached the protest, he spotted kid, who looked very peaceful and engaged in the slogans. he decided not to disturb him, and stood behind him quietly waiting for him to notice.

kid turned to scan the crowd. people old and young were standing all around him and raising fists and staying in chorus. there was signs everywhere talking about why the new citizenship laws were unfair. as he scanned the crowd, his eyes flashed on spotting razor. moving closer to razor, he waved, a bit nervously. he wasn't sure if he wanted him around.

by the time the protest was ending, kid was itching for a smoke and coffee. turning to razor he asked, "can we get coffee?" razor grimaced. why now why today? why do the cops got to be so watchful when this boy wants to get coffee with me?? "we need to disperse quickly, maybe coffee another time?", razor said.

kid, a bit miffed, started to turn and step away toward his cycle. "i'll call you!", said razor as he left. kid smiled all the way home and eagerly waited by the phone till the call came. nervously wringing his hands while his phone charged in his red and lavender bedroom. his deep blue writing desk was in the corner by the bookshelf. the walls were white and filled with art, personal notes and reminders and pictures with alpha and alphonso. ever since they'd moved to this place, sita had insisted they make it "cozy and homey" he was even pacing up and down a knotted carpet with images of lilacs and lavenders and violets in a bed of white wool. he had to admit, he liked to do his anticipatory pacing in style plus the carpet felt nice and stimmy on his feet, like walking on pebbles only much softer.

it was only 10 minutes later, when the phone began to ring. he picked it up took a deep breathe and dragged the green button.

-

they talked while razor took a bus and then another bus and then a train on his way to help with a situation at one of the union members' homes. he had been working long with that union, he mentioned to kid. and kid plagued him with questions about how things were at sengalpet. turned out everything wasn't all roses and sweetness. all that aesthetic perfection was just masking the deeply unequal society that existed everywhere. it was nothing like yatana, but fucked up in its own unique way. as they talked and compared notes on their cities kid felt more and more comfortable.

he was sprawled on his stomach on the hand-knotted carpet ("did i mention its hand-knotted? its hand-knotted," sita had said as she lay it out for kid on one of her triumphant returns from the second-hand market a couple months ago) chatting to razor about the things he's excited to read at the reading circle, and razor asking him to share them, that kid realised he was so comfortable talking to this guy. kid HATED talking on the phone, he could only do it with sita, alpha and sometimes alphonso. but with razor? this was so enjoyable!

as they talked and kid slowly melted into a puddle on the floor, they got to know each other. they realised they had both worked at the same climate justice non profit at different times. they swapped stories about activism, kid shared how weird people had been after certain ahem events in his life. he told razor about sita and how she had given him razor's number. razor knew sita, they had worked together before. she had helped mobilise the sex wokers' union for one of the protests razor had helped organize a couple of years ago and the two had stayed in touch since then, working together from time to time.

as razor finally reached his destination, they both hesitated to hang up, saying bye and then adding a quick new observation a few times before they finally hung up.

(Trans) MC: Guys, it’s Trans Day of Visibility!

Mammon: Are you supposed to be invisible the other days?

Asmodeus: No, it obviously means we have to tell MC we love and value them and give them lots of attention, right, hun?

Beelzebub: MC, if you want attention, you can ask any day. Want to get a snack with me?

Satan: You fucking morons. It’s a human world day to remind trans people that they belong and are deserving of dignity and respect.

Belphegor: One day? Fuck that. Trans rights 24/7, every day, every year.

Lucifer: Well, I can’t say I disagree with Belphie.

Leviathan: So what? We just support you like usual, right, MC?

MC: Yeah, I guess so. You guys are pretty good about that already, but I wouldn’t mind a little extra love today.

Mammon: Well, I guess if it’s a special day, the Great Mammon could give ya a bit more lovin’.

Lucifer: Yes, that can be arranged.

Satan: If there’s anything you need today, MC, let us know.

Belphegor: We can take an extra cuddly nap together.

Leviathan: And we could game and watch movies all night. I even have a few games with playable trans characters.

Beelzebub: I’ll bring the snacks - especially your favorites, MC.

Asmodeus: I can get you all dolled up so the gender euphoria hits hard today. Also, are we just going to ignore the fact that I was totally right earlier?

i was wondering if you could do an imagine for seb with a trans mc? (ftm) I came out to my mom as trans today and it did not go well at all, I'm very emotionally distraught it and some hurt/comfort from my favourite slytherin would really help me feel better <333

Phoenix Feather (Sebastian Sallow x trans!MC)

Tags: Short (1.6k), Hurt/Comfort, Coming Out to friends

I admit reading your ask had me sitting speechless for a hot minute. I'm incredibly flattered that you like my writing and even more that you would trust me with such a personal request (especially as someone who, full disclosure, doesn't have any practical experience writing trans characters or who doesn't even usually write Sebby content, for that matter) so that had me setting the bar just a little higher for myself than I usually do!

So after dropping all of my other stuff to do a lot of research, writing, research, rewriting, banging my head against a wall and rewriting again, I hope I produced something that does you justice. Again, this is all new territory for me, so any misconceptions are mine and mine alone.

On a more personal note, please know that you're loved and that you have a right to live your life authentically. Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. 🖤

The platform slowly slides into view behind the window of the carriage. Sebastian turns to look at Arden, his gaze soft and comforting as he asks: “Are you ready?”

Arden nods, even though part of him feels he will never be ready. He’s nervous, about the questions, about what his friends will say. He knows he will be all right in the end, especially with Sebastian at his side, but he hasn’t been able to shake off the feelings of doubt, clinging to him like a shadow ever since he made the decision to go back to Hogwarts.

He feels the gentle touch of Sebastian’s fingers on his hand, grounding him. “There is nothing to fear. I will be with you all the way, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Arden says hoarsely. He skips a beat before asking, “What do you suppose they’ll say?”

“I don’t know,” Sebastian admits. It’s one of the things Arden appreciates most about the Slytherin; he never shies away from telling him the truth, uncomfortable as it may be. “I‘ll wager most of them won’t think of you any differently. They’ll have questions, as I did, but eventually they will see that you’re the same friend they said their goodbyes to a few months ago. And if they don’t… well, then they’re not deserving of your friendship anyway.”

At last, the carriage comes to a halt, sending a small shock through them. Arden hears the excited chatter coming from the platform, students meeting each other again after the long summer break. It’s like nothing has changed and everything has changed, all at the same time.

He looks up when Sebastian offers his hand to him. “Let’s go introduce ourselves again, shall we?”

— — —

The first person he reintroduces himself to is Ominis. He feels uneasy when he approaches the Gaunt boy; despite his blindness, he’s always felt like Ominis is able to see right through him, and now he has that feeling more than ever. Still, there’s nothing but kindness in his voice when he politely shakes his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arden. Allow me to… offer you my best wishes in this new chapter of your life.”

“Thank you, Ominis,” Arden says, feeling a weight fall off his shoulders. He struggles for a moment as he thinks of what to say next. Then, he says, “I would very much like to continue to be your friend.”

Ominis inclines his head. “And I would be honoured to continue to be yours.”

They speak for a little while longer before saying their goodbyes. Sebastian turns to him when they leave. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“It wasn’t,” Arden admits. “You told him about me, didn’t you?”

“I might have mentioned some details during our correspondence over the summer. Not on purpose, though – he simply wanted to know how you were faring.”

“I should have suspected as much.” Arden chuckles. “He’s a good friend.”

“That he is.” Sebastian nods.

As they proceed to meet more people, however, they find once again that rumours travel fast at Hogwarts. Natty gives him a bracelet adorned with a spectrum of beads – a gift her mother had given her after she completed her animagus training. Each bead symbolises both continuity and change, courage and inner strength, she says, and Arden is at a loss for words when she hugs him. Meanwhile, Poppy timidly presents him with a Phoenix feather, a gesture that doesn’t require an explanation. Arden accepts the gift with tears in his eyes and vows to treasure it forever.

Not everyone is as understanding, or at least not at first. Garreth’s ignorant comment about Polyjuice Potion earns him a snarky retort from Sebastian – is there even anything underneath all that hair, Weasley? But when he realises his mistake, the Gryffindor’s face goes as red as his hair and he quickly apologises. Amit, on the other hand, has a lot of questions but is genuinely curious, and Arden does his best to answer them all. Even the people he feared telling the most react with nonchalance at worst. Imelda simply shrugs when he introduces himself again. She’s pleased that he finally feels comfortable in his own skin, but he should know that she will still beat him on a broom any day.

As the day draws to an end, Arden feels a mix of relief and doubt. He can’t deny reintroducing himself to his friends wasn’t as difficult as he expected it to be, yet his sense of unease lingers, and he can’t help but notice it has something to do with Sebastian – feeling it whenever he catches his gaze, the Slytherin flashing him that once-irresistible boyish grin. He finds himself in need of a place to think, a lot. When he gets the chance to slip away from Sebastian’s watchful eye, he quietly disappears into the shadows. The darkness embraces him like an old friend as he wanders, his mind consumed with thoughts. He tries to piece together his jumbled emotions, trying to understand why he feels so conflicted. Is it guilt? Shame? Regret? Fear?

He doesn’t know. He wishes he knows. Eventually, he finds the familiar door on the seventh-floor corridor of the Astronomy Tower, taking a deep breath as he steps inside.

— — —

It doesn’t take long for Sebastian to notice that Arden has slipped away. He quickly starts looking everywhere, from the Undercroft to the Quidditch pitch, but it doesn’t occur to him to check the Room of Requirement until the very last moment. He spots Arden immediately as he enters; he’s sitting on one of the sofas in front of the grass vivarium, staring at the red feather in his hands. He looks up as Sebastian comes running towards him and quickly wipes out his misty eyes. “Oh, hello, Sebastian.”

“Arden, what’s wrong?” he asks with concern. “Was it something someone said? Just give me their names and I –”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Arden said. He sighs, turning the feather in his palms. He struggles to put his feelings into words, his thoughts eluding them like they’re not his own. “Today went better than I could have ever hoped for. In retrospect, I’m not even sure what I was so afraid of. Everyone’s been so kind, and understanding…”

“Well, of course.” Sebastian sits down next to him. “They know you. Why would they think of you as any different from what they did before?”

Arden looks up at him now, fresh tears welling in his eyes. “I don't know,” he says. “But I’m afraid, Sebastian. The truth is that I still don’t know what this means, for me, and you. Spending time with you and having you beside me… is one of the few things that’s ever really made sense in my life. And even if you’ve been nothing but supportive so far, I can’t help but ask myself these questions… what if you change your mind about me? What if you feel I’m no longer the person you fell in love with?”

A silence falls between them. Sebastian is thinking, his face caught in a frown. After what feels like an eternity, he takes a deep breath. “I don’t know what I can say to put your mind at ease,” he confesses. “But I can tell you what matters to me. Do you remember what you told me that night you ran away from home and came knocking on our door in Feldcroft?”

Arden thinks for a moment. “I… I’m not certain –”

“I am. You told me you’d felt trapped all of your life, and that was the night you had finally decided to set yourself free. And the truth was that I did see a different person in that moment. I saw someone who, for the first time in their life, was in complete peace with their mind and body, like a mask had fallen away from their face. I’ll admit it did feel as if I was meeting a new person – as if I was only getting to know the true you then.”

He takes one of Arden’s hands and lovingly cups his cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “I’m glad you found your happiness. And if you really think that I care for you so little that any of this would ever make any difference to me, you’re only fooling yourself. I want to be there for you –” he closes Arden’s palm around the Phoenix feather “– in this new life, right next to you.”

Arden doesn’t respond immediately. He just sits there, trying to keep himself from crying. And failing miserably at it, as he starts choking up and leans forward in the Slytherin’s warm embrace. Sebastian says nothing as he holds him, gently rubbing his back until he’s composed himself enough to be able to speak again.

“Sebastian…” he says, his voice finally breaking from the emotion and fatigue, “thank you.”

“Just close your eyes,” he answered. “I will still be here when you open them again.”

Warnings: Trans!MC not out in the human world, could cause some dysphoria? MC is still gender neutral and doesn’t reference if they’re AFAB, AMAB, or intersex.

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“Wait,” MC spoke and took Lucifer’s hand. “When we go to the human world, I need you to use my other name.”

Lucifer looked down at MC with shock. “Why?”

MC chewed on their bottom lip, trying to stop themselves from crying over something that they saw was so trivial. They should have been used to being treated differently than how they wanted, that’s what their whole life was like before Devildom.

“I’m not out in the human world.”

Lucifer turned to face MC fully. His hands were placed on their shoulders and he made them look at him in the eyes. “But you’re out here?”

MC nodded. “I thought that if I was going to be accepted anywhere, it’d be here in literal Hell.” MC laughed bitterly. “Weird, I know. But humans aren’t always accepting. Plus, I didn’t know any of you, so if you did reject me, it’d be less painful than my friends or family rejecting me. You were all just demons to me, so it didn’t really matter how you reacted. But now you’re so much more to me than that, and I’m glad you’ve all come to accept me.”

Lucifer sighed and pulled them close to his body in a hug. “Of course we’d accept you here. But if you want me to use your other name I will. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re comfortable. Did you want me to use the other pronouns as well?” MC nodded against his chest. With a sigh, he agreed. “Tell me when to stop using them, alright?” He pulled away slightly and ran his hand up their cheek and through their hair. “Nothing is more important to me than your happiness.”

“Thank you.”

The first day at camp, Saeran had hated it. First off, he'd been put into a different cabin than Saeyoung. At school they'd been put into the same dorm room, so why were they separating them here? On top of that, the littles tended to stay with their cabins for almost all activities until meal times. Saeran hated it.

It wasn't until bedtime that he met her. At that point, she hadn't figured out that she was a girl, and in a way, Saeran was grateful for that. It gave her the chance to comfort him, crawling into his bunk with him as he sobbed his way through that first night.

"What's wrong?" She had asked him, whispering quietly. They were supposed to be sleeping, and while the crying of a child wouldn't draw the attention of the counselors, their talking definitely would.

"I miss my brother." Saeran cried softly. She'd smiled at him and pulled him into a tight hug.

"We can go see him at breakfast tomorrow!" She said brightly, and the confidence in her voice had made him feel a little bit better.

"Would you... stay with me?" Saeran asked her quietly. She looked at him surprised for a moment, but gave him a big grin and nodded.

"Mmhm!"

After that night, the two were inseparable. The other child became his best friend and even Saeyoung had teased him about replacing him. Saeran had panicked, but Saeyoung had comforted him, telling him that it was okay.

The summer had ended and before the twins were shuffled back to boarding school, promises were made between the two best friends to see each other the next summer.

And so the years passed, much the same until they were twelve. That year, she seemed nervous. He hadn't managed to get her alone until that night, when they followed their tradition of sleeping in the same bunk the first night.

"What's wrong?" Saeran whispered to her. She looked up at him nervously, biting her lip before sighing slightly.

"I need to tell you something." She said quietly. "Please don't hate me."

"I could never hate you." Saeran said quickly, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly. She squeezed his hand back, but looked to the side.

"I'm a girl." She said quietly.

"A girl?" Saeran couldn't stop himself from asking. She looked even more nervous, but continued talking.

"I'm not a boy. I'm a girl. And my name is MC." Saeran nodded, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Okay." And it was. She gave him the most relived, most joyous smile he'd ever seen and Saeran wanted her to never lose that joyful smile. Their summer continued as normal, whispers of her name between the two of them as he was the only one she had told.

"Next summer." She had whispered to him the night before they returned to regular life. "Next summer, I promise to show you who I really am. I'll show everyone who I am."

"Whenever you're ready." He told her. She looked at him so fondly, he couldn't help but to lean forward and press a quick kiss to her lips. She stared at him in surprised.

"Was that okay?" Saeran asked her nervously, not regretting kissing her unless she hadn't wanted it.

"Are you sure?" She asked him.

"Mm. I'm sure." Saeran assured her. She hugged him tightly, and for once, he was the one who held her as she cried.

hey im sorry this took me a hot sec to get to! I’ll do Main 6 with an MC on T! 

(disclaimer: not all transitioning experiences are universal, and i’m just pulling from the experiences of people close to me who are on T)

Main 6 x MC on Testosterone

Asra

Closes his eyes when MC actually gives themself the shot, but always finds fun patterned bandaids for them and kisses the spot when they’re done. 

He’s very observant, and always comments to MC when he notices their voice changing or a few new hairs in different places. 

As always, kind and patient and loving, and spends time talking to MC about their emotional changes and what they’re going through. How they’re feeling about their body but also how T is affecting their mood and emotional processing. 

Patient and gentle when it comes to genital changes and spends a lot of time with MC working out what feels good and what doesn’t anymore. 

Nadia

Changes MC’s pillowcases out Daily to help with their newfound oily skin, gives them access to all her favorite skincare products if they so desire. 

Spends time in the bath admiring any changes that she sees that she knows MC is excited about happening. 

Teaches them how to ride sidesaddle if horse riding becomes too painful. 

Spends time in bed with them talking to them about their emotions about everything, shes a good listener and a good problem solver if needed. 

Has their clothes tailored to fit their body as their body changes, or new clothes made entirely if need be. 

Julian

Teaches MC how to sterilize injection sites and how to give the injection properly. 

Lots of good natured jokes about the newfound shared experience of Body Hair In Weird Places. 

He dove headfirst into every book he could possibly read about testosterone therapy and is constantly making sure MC is hydrated and asking how their skin is feeling and making sure he takes time every day to talk to them about their emotions. 

Lots of commiserating stories about his own voice cracking during puberty, to help mc laugh when it happens to them.  

Muriel

Extremely worried that the shots hurt a lot, always asks if MC is okay afterwards and gives them a suspicious glare if they hesitate.

Starts waking up early to get MC a bucket of fresh water every morning to wash their face with if they want. 

Watches MC show off their new muscle mass with genuine happiness and lets MC carry more stuff if they want to. (Even though Muriel could carry MC+ whatever else without batting an eye)

Emotions are hard but he makes an effort to check in with MC about how they’re feeling (in general and about things related to T). 

Portia

Also finds colorful fun bandaids for MC and also checks in with MC every time to make sure their shot didnt hurt. 

Tells loads of stories about Julian’s embarassing puberty to help MC feel better about voice cracking, acne, etc. 

Rubs her face on MC”s facial hair as it grows in, much like a cat. And jokes that at this rate MC will start to get as hairy as her (and then she dramatically sticks her leg up in the air)

Considers it her personal privilege to admire and explore MC’s changing genitalia as they work out what feels good for them now. 

Lucio

Battlefield blood he can do, swords he can do, watching someone inject themselves with a needle makes him queasy. 

Has hundreds of skincare products for MC’s needs and wants if their skin gets oily with T. 

Can’t quite wrap his head around Wanting Body Hair To Happen, but he’s supportive. Lets them know it makes them look dashing and suggests keeping  a few buttons unbuttoned to show it off. 

He has a lot of questions but not rude ones. Questions that are mostly to help MC talk about how they’re feeling. How they’re feeling about their body’s changes, etc.