Okay so this is gonna be hyper specific- sorry babe- but basically, a Vox x reader, where the reader is an afab bigender person trying to present more masculine since he's been feeling dysphoric lately. And the one time he and Vox go out on a date he's constantly referred to as a she and it makes them wonder if they're even Trans in the first place o3o and Vox is cis but is trying to support his partner in any way that he can and can tell when he's uncomfortable and dysphoric. But yeah- that's my request-
Lmao hi babe. I love you. You're cute and dorky. And yes I can do this for you, darling. This place is ALL ABOUT the self indulgent fanfic and headcanon requests, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you die of joy. (Love that you have to specify he's cis cause you KNOW I'ma write him as trans lmao. 🥰)
💙Vox x Bigender!Reader (Hyperspecific Request)💙
Vox loved you and that was all that he thought would matter. He can be pretty cold to others' feelings, but not in a cruel way. He still noticed when things were wrong. And so, of course, he had noticed when something seemed to be bugging his precious little lover. He could read your predictable ass like a picture book. Though he didn't say anything at first. Still, Vox kept an eye on you and decided to take you out on a date, hoping to give you a good time so you could forget whatever it was troubling you. (Or tell him about it so he could finally know.)
Vox had a rule to not use his hypnotic eye on a partner. Sure, it may come out when he's upset or emotional passionate, but he would never use it to force you to tell him what's wrong. Respecting your space too, Vox would often just keep an eye on things. He'd ask once in a while what's wrong, but he didn't always enjoy having to coax it out of you. So he'd wait until you were more ready to tell him.
So there you were. Getting ready for your date. He was just in the living room, waiting for you. He was already ready. Since he already wore a suit daily, it never took him long to get changed, rainbow socks still on beneath his fancy pants. He sees you come out, smiling at seeing that beautiful person he knew and loved. God, Vox *loved* that masculine look on you. It was true for any look, but he knew you felt extra special presenting masculine sometimes. He loved his little boi toy pet. He did notice you were dressing more masculine lately, but Vox wrote it off as you just feeling more like that lately. Little did he know that was a sign of what was bothering you.
So he took you out to a nice restaurant. It was a somewhat fancy place, but he focused mostly on the food. After all, the way to your heart was through your stomach and you loved some good food. So he was happy to spoil your stomach with some good ass food.
As he brought you in, the waiter took you to your tables.
"Table for Mr. Vox and his girlfriend."
It stung. But you didn't want to make it a thing. You used the word girlfriend after all. How could you be mad at someone using it? But it stung still. The way it felt like they looked at you as if you were only a girl. Even in your most masculine state, as hard as you tried, you felt as if they looked at you and just saw you as girl, woman, female. It was just an added weight on the pile of people only referring to you using she/her, very rarely sometimes they/them, almost never he/him. Even when a pronoun pin showed it. You hated it. Like because of your soft face or the fact that you had boobs or that you were short, they only saw "girl" "woman" "female." It made you feel crazy. How could you be mad at what you technically were? You were bigender after all. But you still knew what it felt like. The difference between someone seeing you as bigender when using "she" and someone seeing you as ONLY what you were assigned at birth. An event that meant so little and could even be changed for some people. Yet they still saw you as only that.
Vox just sat down, unaware of the stormy turmoil in your mind. He noticed the way you stared off, something you always did when upset. But he couldn't even begin to know why. Did the waiter glance at your chest? Did he make you uncomfortable in any way? Did he say something to you that Vox must have missed?
"Darling. What do you think you'll want?" Vox asked as he reached his hand over to hold yours. You didn't respond right away. Immediately he clocked it, knowing it was another sign you were unhappy. Had the trouble really followed you here?
Some familiar folks to Vox came up to the table before Vox could even ask what was on your mind. They chatted up Vox mostly, but referred to how cute his girlfriend was, even asking who did her hair. But they asked him. As if you couldn't even answer for yourself. He glanced over at you, willing to let you answer. You were out of it, but you answered that you had done it. Your smile seemed sincere enough to the people. But he knew that smile was rehearsed. It was one you had gotten used to doing between living with your family and working customer service before. A waitress came by to take the drink orders, complimenting you and saying how cute you look. Telling Vox how lucky he is to have her. Still Vox was unaware.
When it was finally time they got some fucking peace, he gently probed you for answers.
"So, darling. You've been rather out of it lately." Vox began. You looked up at him. You were surprised he could see through you, even though this was a normal thing. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or are you just going to keep being in your head about it?" To others, his words probably would have come off as cruel, possibly even mocking. But to you, you knew he was just cutting to the chase. He didn't do emotions in the dancing around them way. He got right to it. It was something you actually appreciated about him. He could see through you, he didn't judge you, and he got right to it. And still, he would coddle you and be soft with you if you needed it.
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't." He gave you a look. You knew why.
"Right. Um." You tried to find the words. "Can I...type it to you?"
"Yeah. Go ahead. If it's that private, then do it."
Vox always was so blunt, but it came from a place of sincerity. You knew that. You knew he cared deeply, that he wanted to make things better, that he was showing you his respect. You preferred it anyway. The blunt nature of him versus the played up schmoozing he did with others with that practiced, charismatic smile. He was being real and raw with you here. No need to play games or fake emotional care. You knew he loved you and he would quite literally kill all of hell for you. You knew him and what he was like. Just as much as he knew you so well.
So. You typed it out. Your feelings. The dysphoria you had been experiencing. How every bit of she and her and miss and girlfriend and all of it ate into you, cut through you like a sword, tore at who you were. You sniffled, wiping tears from your eyes as you typed it all out. You sent it in multiple messages, typing the way you would talk.
_I feel like I shouldn't even be upset for it. I'm bigender. I'm girl as much as I am boy. But...it feels so wrong. It feels like I'm only ever a girl. It feels like I'm only what people see me as. They never use he/him, they use my more gender neutral name than my boy name, they never call me your boyfriend. They never even bother to think of my masculine side. That I'm nothing but a masculine girl. Not a boy. But I feel hypocritical for being upset at a name and pronouns I DO use. I'm overreacting. How can they even know? But it hurts. What if I'm just pretending? What if I'm not even really trans? I don't know. I'm sorry..._
You couldn't help ending your long rant with an apology. It was several messages of explaining so much. And still you felt like it didn't convey the emotions you felt.
Vox read through every message as it was sent. His cool eyes looked so serious. You watched his focused face, it being another part of him you had fallen in love with. He sipped on his drink the waitress had brought as he read.
"Well. You know I don't exactly experience this myself. So don't take it like I'm some expert cause I'm not trans, but...would it really bother you this much if you were cis? Maybe. I don't know. It can suck being seen as the wrong gender cause of ambiguous traits. But would it *really* make you question THIS MUCH if you were really cis?" He asked as he looked at you. You knew he wasn't done though.
"Listen. It's true that how could they know? But maybe they also shouldn't assume. But maybe it can't be helped. Who fucking knows. Technically none of us can actually tell. We don't know the reasons they may assume."
"But for the people that DO know, they have no excuse. They should be trying. If you haven't mentioned it to him, you can try to do it or I can try to do it. If they have any issue with it, I'll deal with it. I don't want you to have to face that shit, okay?"
"Okay..."
"But you are who you are. You're that beautiful bigender person. You're my precious baby boy and my precious baby girl. You're as much my princess as you are my prince. You are whatever you say you are. So if you ever fucking question yourself, I'm here to fucking remind you. You are exactly who I fell in love with. Before you came out, after you came out, after you came out again." Vox looked at you the entire time. His clawed hand carefully held yours. His voice was serious and sweet. You could just hear the love in it.
"If you are ever uncomfortable with how someone refers to you, even a stranger, simply tap my hand three times or shoot me a text. I'll deal with it so fast. And I will make sure that they don't give you shit for it. Cause nobody fucking disrespects my boyfriend."
Vox's hand held tightly to yours, his puffed up chest looking so fucking good as he contained his passionate anger for you. You were his world. And everyone should be fucking respecting that world.
"And if you are feeling dysphoric and need to be reminded that you're the beautiful trans person I've come to love, I will let you know. Just tell me and I'll make sure you feel so fucking euphoric that you'll fall in love with me again and you could never imagine how you were doubting yourself."
Your heart felt so full. This was the man you loved and he loved you. He fucking adored you. He would make sure that you got everything you wanted.
"Do you want to come sit on my lap and I give you love the rest of the meal?"
And he also knew your weak spot for physical affection. You gave a cute "Eep!" as you blushed, but you nodded anyway. He helped you onto his lap and begin running his cyan fingers through your fluffy hair. You were his lovely boyfriend. His other hand laid on your thigh, stroking it gently. Yeah. He'd make sure you never doubted your identity again. Sure he didn't know what it was like to be trans, but he knew what it was like to need someone to reassure you. Vox promised he would always be that for you, the second he found himself loving you.
Vox leaned in to gently kiss your neck, tickling you. He smirked as his screen was so close to you, his big eyes focusing on you.
"Yeah...You're not just my prince, you're my fucking king." He said softly to you. You could feel the way your cheeks burned so red. You were always so easily flustered by him, but it made you so happy. Vox always made you happy.
"Don't you ever let anyone else dictate who you are. Not even me. Unless it's me dictating that you're my perfect boyfriend~" Vox teased into your ear as he kisses it a few times, slightly nibbling at it with his shark teeth. "Don't you ever change because someone makes you feel like shit. You're who you are for a reason. You will always be who you say you are and what you say you are. I won't let that doubt poison your mind. Say the word and I will make sure you hear everything you need to hear." His hands wrapped around your waist tightly. Vox couldn't help becoming protective over you. You weren't overlord material. You were just this sweet little thing he had found himself falling in love with. He needed to protect you. Even if it was just from the dysphoria or doubts in your mind.
Closing his eyes, Vox rested his face into you. He loved breathing in your familiar and sweet scent. You always smelled so nice after showering every morning. He was trying to make you feel safe and loved, but...you were also making him feel safe and loved. Yeah. You were perfect as the little bean you were. It didn't matter if your gender made sense to anyone, as long as it made sense to you. And if you needed to be reassured of your masculine and boy side, he would always do that. Cause no he doesn't understand what it's like to be trans or gender non-conforming, but he knows what it's like to want to hide who you are. He wouldn't let that happen. No. He wanted you to shine with confidence and self-love. And he'd make sure people respected you as his boyfriend as much as his girlfriend. He couldn't imagine you being any other way. And Vox would make sure that you always fucking knew that.