for everyone who saw and was interested in the trans Kaz and trans Wylan posts i made the other day: may i introduce part of my crows roommates au, now with added transness
tw for mentions of transphobia (Jan Van Eck is an an ass)
“I know it’s been a little while. But you said if I needed a place to go I could come here, and I really didn’t have anywhere else.”
Kaz looked him up and down, eyes settling on his recently cut hair. “Did you do that yourself?”
Wylan nodded shamefully. “I know it’s not good, but I couldn’t do it anymore. And then dad found out, and I thought maybe he’d understand.”
“Let me guess. He kicked you to the streets?” Kaz’s voice almost sounded disappointed.
“Yeah,” Wylan said. “I guess it was the last straw. I saw it coming. I’m 18 now, and I'm not doing anything for his image.”
Grasping his hands on his cane, Kaz’s straight lined mouth turned downward. “Did he give you any money?”
“I’m pretty sure he cut me out of his will when he figured out I couldn’t read,” Wylan joked. “So, no. Left me with nothing.”
The sound of footsteps began drawing closer, and both Kaz and Wylan turned to look toward the noise. A man entered the room, wearing checkered green sweatpants. His chest was bare, dark skin on display. Wylan’s stomach jumped.
“Hey, Kaz? Did we have any-” he paused when he saw Wylan. “You didn’t tell me we had company. Who’s the boy?”
At his words, Wylans cheeks lit up a rosy red. No one had ever assumed he was a boy before. Not without him telling them. “I’m Wylan.”
“Wylan,” the man said slowly, testing out the name on his tongue. “Why are you here?”
Kaz glared at him. “Go put some clothes on, Jesper.”
“I have clothes on,” Jesper replied. “I would have more on if you had told me we had a guest!” He looked Wylan up and down. “A cute guest too.”
Wylan blushed harder.
Rolling his eyes, Kaz spoke. “This is Wylan Van Eck. Jan Van Eck’s son.”
“Jan Van Eck doesn’t have a son,” Jesper said, tilting his head to the side. “He has a daughter, doesn’t he?” He looked at Wylan, stepping closer. “Oh. Oh!” It was his turn to blush, the faint red coloring blending into the darkness of his skin. “Sorry.”
