Ranma Saotome x Very Feminine!Reader (Akane’s Twin)
You’re the softer, sweeter side of the Tendo twins — with a love for skincare, cute fashion, and all things pastel. While everyone else is yelling or throwing punches, you're gently offering Ranma a face mask and a homemade bento. He may be loud, flustered, and clueless about feelings… but he’s absolutely wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.
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Ranma Saotome
The first time he meets you, he’s like: “Wait… Akane has a twin?!”
And then five seconds later: “Why is she so different!?”
You're the soft, sweet foil to Akane’s fiery temper. It throws him off so much, he short-circuits when you smile at him.
You offer him a face mask the first week you meet. “Wh-what’s this goop?? Is this a trap!?”
You gently apply it for him while humming, and he just sits there frozen like a scared cat.
“You smell like strawberries and magic,” he blurts out once and nearly passes out from embarrassment.
He’s super protective of you, especially since you’re more gentle and less punch-happy than your sister.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of those jerks. You just… keep being sparkly or whatever.”
You constantly make him flustered with innocent compliments. “Ranma, you’re really handsome when you smile!” “W-WHAT?!”
You design matching outfits for fun. He complains loudly, but he wears them anyway.
“I ain’t wearing a ribbon.” Wears the ribbon.
Brings you plushies and pretends it’s no big deal. “This dumb thing was on sale, so I thought you might like it or whatever.”
Secretly cuddles the plushie versions of you when he transforms into his girl form.
Speaking of that—when he's in girl form, you two have girls’ nights. You paint each other’s nails and gossip. He’ll never admit it, but he loves it.
“You better not tell anyone I liked that bath bomb, got it!?”
You’re one of the only people who doesn’t laugh at his curse. You treat girl-Ranma the same way as boy-Ranma, which melts him inside.
He absolutely melts when you fix his hair. “You’re twitchy like a kitten,” you giggle, combing through it.
You're always calm and kind when Akane is yelling — sometimes you hold Ranma’s hand under the table while she’s throwing plates.
Akane rolls her eyes when she catches you doting on him. “You’re gonna spoil him, you know.” “Good. He deserves it.”
You keep little pouches of band-aids and healing balm in your purse for when he gets into fights. He secretly shows off the cute bandages.
Sometimes calls you “Princess” in a teasing voice, but it backfires when you call him “my brave knight.” Instant blush.
Ranma doesn’t get how you can be so delicate but still fearless in your own way. “You’re soft but you ain’t weak,” he mumbles once, and it stays with you forever.
He gets awkward with feelings but shows his affection through actions — like blocking punches, sneaking you snacks, or standing between you and danger.
When you thank him sweetly, he tries to act cool: “Tch… it’s not a big deal.”
So I've noticed something about my genderfluid stuff. And its really fookin annoying!
With me being gebderfluid, Whenever I feel fem, I get the normal feelings of dysphoria and euphoria when im acknowledged as fem. Same when Im feeling niether feminine nor masculine.
But when I feel Masculine, like I do at the time of this post, and it lasts for more then a few days. My brain goes through the shit of "what if Im faking it? What if im doing it because my friends want me to be trans? What if..." and I have to slap my brain and go "oi, ya twat. You were happy when you were acknowledged as a girl when you felt like a girl. That should be a pretty clear indicator that you are trans. And even if you aren't, there's nothing wrong. We still got time to figure out shit out" and my brain loves to go "okay but what if thats wrong tho?" And its a constant back and forth.
Part of my job, the job of my body, was to be a bridge for certain stories to walk across my back from one era to another era. And I realize that now. That’s what I’ve done. That’s been my work. And I used to think, “Oh, I chose that.” But actually, it was assigned to me by fate. It was assigned to me by all the gay men who were my mentors and who were dying. They put it on me. It was assigned to me the day I met Marsha P. Johnson and kissed her hand, six days before they found her body in the Hudson River. It was just assigned to me by fate and by my own temperament. I was called a screamer, a hysteric, theatrical, overdramatic, and told that I took myself too seriously, all because as a queer-bodied person, I could feel it. I felt it.
Anohni as told to Willow Defebaugh in Atmos. Anohni on Queer Ecology and Trans Ferality