I'm obsessed with Sladick apprentice AU fics where Dick is trans and Slade correctly genders him the whole time but still beats the shit out of him for "training" and dub/noncons him. Like he doesn't care about that trans stuff, it's whatever, but not obeying his every order? Oh no no no, that's the line. He had priorities, okay?
I think it's very cool and sexy of me to headcanon Dick Grayson as trans for several reasons, chief of which is what a fucking baller move it would be for a trans man to just straight up name himself Dick
I wish you would write a Jaydick aob fic where Dick is trans (alpha->omega, Alpha!Jason) and they get a pup after Dick transitioned.
HNNN anon honestly such a great idea. My ask box is popping with brilliant ideas I am looking forward to slamming these out! In the meantime enjoy some Mob Boss!Jason and Soft Wife!Dick
Dick feels comfortable. It’s been a long time coming but somehow- someway he’s content.
Maybe it’s because of the way the dress hugs his newly budding curves, or potentially Jason’s silhouette behind him. It’s hard to pin down, but the resonance of right seeps deep into his very bones.
His alpha never fails to make Dick feel delicate or dainty. If not for their obvious size difference but for the way Jason manhandles him. Of course he can be tender and gentle, worshipping Dick like something to cherish and protect. But it doesn’t stop the possessiveness. Nothing can.
The angry bites on both sides of his throat proves that.
It’s a sign that he’s a true omega. That and the thick sturdy collar around his neck. A reminder that he has been claimed and owned.
The alpha comes from the doorway and presses behind him, a sturdy wall of muscle. In the mirror they look like a real pair. One that no one who didn’t know otherwise would be able to tell.
The nightmare of the first 28 years of his life are finally over, now all that remains is submissive-docile-good for alpha-omega.
Jason smooths a hand down his dress, the low growl proud and covetous. The sound of the zipper being done up makes his heart rate ratchet upwards.The keen that rips free is high and sweet- a wonderful side effect of the hormones he’s been taking this past year. Dick can’t tear his eyes from the mirror, how can he when Jason’s petting him in appreciation? His hands lingering everywhere hard muscle is now soft and supple.
“ Good omega, do you like the dress alpha bought you? “
Dick nods, not trusting his words. It’s not enough though so Jason’s fingers link through the sturdy metal ring and tugs. The soft lining of the collar presses against his throat like a threat. Squeezing the bite mark in a delicious way that makes Dick feel safe and cared for.
“ Yes alpha, I like it very much. Thank you. “
It’s for a special occasion Jason told him. Though Dick still hadn’t been ready to face the beautiful expensive designer dress. It fits like a glove like all his alpha’s gifts do. Beautiful with the traditional pearls Jason claps on under the collar, and the neat studs to match in each ear.
It’s classically beautiful as is the red lipstick and makeup pallet Jason had left out for him to use. He feels over done but knowing his alpha he probably looks perfect for the outing.
Jason himself is in a suit, a mouthwatering cut that makes Dick’s hole clench around nothing. He grows damp and at the hint of his arousal his alpha hums deep and rich. Dick swallows hoping for more, hoping for Jason to cancel their plans and ravish him on their bed. Instead he gets a sweet, almost coy kiss and is being led down the stairs on a strong arm.
Their house is elegant and warm, modern in a way Wayne manor hadn’t been. It’s funny how this new build feels like a den when his home of a little less than twenty years did not. Maybe that’s why it had been easy to leave. To let go of Bruce’s hand into the arms of a criminal who understands Gotham much better than Batman ever could.
Jason leads him sure to the waiting car and Dick’s heart clenches. The beautiful wedding portrait over the entryway makes his soul sing.
There is no hope in spoiling the surprise so Dick instead enjoys the ride. He doesn’t move too much, hoping to not ruin the straight lines of his dress. His poise and stillness is rewarded by Jason’s hand stroking smooth lines up his back.
“ So good for me. So pretty Dickie bird. “
The nickname brings up memories of hot secret nights in dark corners where no one could see. Of courting with danger and falling for a man who his father could never accept. Who his pack alpha vehemently refused.
At the end of it all Bruce gave him an ultimatum, one that lead Dick to the happiest point in his life.
“ Jay- Alpha-.”
He purrs a natural and easy sound and gets a kiss to a rouged cheek. His words get easily held back by Jason’s growl of warning. His husband smells of nothing but be good for alpha- submit to alpha. The rightness of it helps Dick relax, reminding him of what he’s always been. Of who Jason see’s him as. He flushes and when he doesn’t speak, his alpha smiles sweet in flattery.
“ So good for me you deserve the world. You deserve every omegas right. “
Dick almost wants to cry but the warmth inside him doesn’t allow it. Jason has given him all of those things, the support, the love, the claim, the bite, the surgeries-
What more could Jason give him? What more could an omega need? He makes a questioning sound but Jason just smiles and looks at him like he’s a clueless little thing. Like pretty arm candy who isn’t supposed to bother their pretty little head about anything but what their alpha says.
Dick likes it. Even though he knows his mate respects his intelligence and problem solving, sometimes it is nice to turn his mind off.
He whines but the sound gets smothered by a gentle kiss. They stay like that for a bit, quiet while the car keeps rolling.The words run in his head at an alarming rate, frantic while Jason makes it hard to focus. The alpha keeps projecting a scent he can’t understand. There’s the pride-possessive-smugness that he’s used too- but also something else. Something that Dick should know but doesn’t.
Luckily his alpha doesn’t plan to leave him in the dark any longer. A firm heavy palm rests on his stomach and Dick’s gaze flies up so fast he’s light headed. The palm doesn’t move, just starts making these thoughtful little motions while the thumb draws a lazy circle. Dick’s throat grows painfully tight. The moment the car stops Dick’s eyes flicker from fathomless green -blues to the building.
Ma Gunn’s School for Boys - Dick feels dizzy, the world spinning in a way that is far too fast for him to comprehend. He’s nauseous and excited at the same time, moments away from fainting in the back of the town car. It’s his alpha that steadies him, the firm touch and deep growl bringing center to what is about to be a life changing moment.
“ Alpha- Alpha- Jason what- “ His voice whines high and sharp in desperation. Jason answers him without him even finishing the question.
“ Shhh Omega- Yes. Yes my darling Dick Yes. “
And all at once Dick knows, he knows that he has no chance of escaping this ferociously possessive man who took him and made him into what he’s always known himself to be. The man who calms him and leads him trembling up the steps of an orphanage.
There are so many lovely little pups in need of a home. More than Dick can count, his heart aches for each and every one- his eyes constantly moving as they play and run about ignorant to Dick’s imminent breakdown.
Jason encourages him, his smile wide and confident. Dick swallows his body suddenly, too weak to move. There’s just so many children, so many bright scents that his heart feels full enough to burst. Nervously he wrings his hands together, there’s a group of four healthy boys playing marbles in the corner. One with beautiful blonde hair that reminds Dick of sunshine.
He’s just about to take a step when a tinier figure catches his eye.
The boy is small, body curled in a little ball as he nurses a book maybe twice the size of him. It’s thick in a way that should be intimidating for a pup his age. Still- wide eyes are staring intensely focused as he clearly reads- Dick has to check the cover, War and peace.
He peaks back at his alpha and with a gentle wave the man pushes him forward.
Dick manages a demure nod before making his way over to the little boy. He gets maybe two feet away before big baby blue eyes are staring at him startled. For a moment everything stills, the tiny pup before him is just so beautiful. He’s probably not any older than six but is absolutely perfect. Dick takes in the delicate feature, the large doe eyes and long lashes. Then he looks at the absolutely flat black locks that look glossy to the touch.
He’s also dreadfully tidy. While the other boys are playing and rough housing this one looks like he’ll bruise if the wind blows too hard. Dick’s heart aches to take him home and put him in a nest. Somewhere where he can be healthy and happy. He smooths his dress and dips down to bring them both to the same level.
“ Hi puppy- what are you reading? “
The kid tips the book up to hide behind it, big eyes peeping over as he flushes pink. He looks just as shy as Dick feels, though it's quickly disappearing the more he spends around the immature scent of unclaimed pups.
“ War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. “
Despite the book between them the words are crisp and clear. Almost as if the boy practiced speaking in front of the mirror to impress whoever might want to hear him. Dick cooes and immediately the pup pulls the book further up to hide.
“ That is a pretty hard book Pup. Do you like it? “
The mop of hair nods, though there isn’t much to see. Dick looks back at his alpha and finds the man watching intensely, all while speaking to Ms. Faye Gunn. Despite the seriousness of the conversation he gets a reassuring smile.
“ Yes Maám, it's pretty neat. “
The soft address of maám makes his heart melt. Without meaning to, he scoots a little closer to the pup. Immediately the closeness soothes the instincts riling in his chest. “
I’m glad you’re enjoying it, though do you think we could talk with the book down? “
Reluctantly and slowly the book does down and once again its a punch in the gut how wonderful and sweet this pup is. He makes a trill that the little boy can’t help copying clumsily. An unpracticed call to an omega. Dick heart aches so he soothes himself by slowly reaching.
Surprisingly he’s allowed to touch the baby soft cheek without any fear. Though the way those large eyes widen and dilate tell Dick just how unfamiliar the touch is.
Dick wants nothing more than to make this the pups new reality.
“ Good pup. “ He purrs low and sweet, his scent blossoming into something new that he doesn’t recognize. It’s nice though and if the way the little one breathes deep is any indication- he likes it too. “
What's your name sweetheart? “
The shy thing takes time to muster the courage to speak all while Dick patiently waits. He can’t draw his hand back though. How could he when this just feels so right?
“ Timothy maám- Tim for short. “
Dick purrs and doesn’t even need to look behind him to feel his alpha move closer, clearly picking up on his hormones rising. The pup's eyes flitter back nervousness clear in his gaze.
“ Am I in trouble? “ He whispers low, the scent of shame prickling in his scent. Dick washes away with generous swipes of the wrist that he can’t resist giving. Tim shakes against the touch but leans into it desperately.
“ No Sweetheart, not at all. “ With careful movements Dick rises and sits in the squashed alcove, it's a little awkward but somehow they manage.
“ You see- my husband and I are here looking for a very special pup. One who wants a home, somewhere safe and full of love to grow up. “
The raw want on that tiny face is agonizing. Jason doesn’t get closer though, just stands there staring. Well until Tim ducks away shyly then he moves to talk to the boys playing marbles.
“ So you want me to help you meet the other boys? “ It’s a loaded, clear question. The kid is just so smart that Dick doesn’t know what to do with himself. There’s the clear desire to be picked but it’s obvious he doesn’t believe that he will be. That he thinks Dick will want someone else.
How could that possibly be when he’s already so in love with this pup already?
“ Well… “ He whispers lowly like a secret. The tiny pup leans in to catch the words, the large book dangling precariously on his lap.
“ I was actually hoping that pup would be you. “
Awe-Surprise-Want spills from the pup loud and unapologetic. The poor little thing tries to wrangle his scent but Dick doesn’t let him, he bathes in the acceptance rubbing it into his skin. This time Jason doesn’t resist coming over, his large frame is intimidating but he smells like nothing but proud-happy-want. Tim tries to hide away but Dick tenderly turns him.
“ Alpha. “
He practically pleads but has little to fear when Jason carefully turns the pup to him.
“ Hi there pup. I heard you’re quite smart, that you like to read and study three grades above your age. “
The pup turns shy and bashful but Jason radiates so much pride it's hard to hide. There’s a very small nod.
“ Yes sir. Reading is nice even though sometimes it’s too loud to concentrate. “
Jason nods in understanding and squats down to touch the pup's face. Like Dick he swipes his wrist firm with no hesitation. The pup shudders, Dick supporting the weight as Tim goes limp.
“ Well it’s a very good thing that we have a great big library where little pups like you can read all you want with no disturbances. I’m sure that my omega would also love to read to you as well. “
Dick doesn’t want to get emotional. He wants to hold it together but the quiet little ‘really’ Tim lets out is absolutely devastating. He picks up the pup and holds him close, heart aching as he squeezes. If he can’t take him home he doesn’t know what to do.
“ Of course Tim, That’s what moms and dads do. They read to their pups and take care of them. If you want us to of course. “
It’s Tim who starts the crying. Soft puppy whimpers melting into full blown hiccuping sobs. Jason growls in reassurance shielding them both from view as Dick is quick to follow. The alpha holds them strong and steady scenting them with a vigor that's to admire.
Even without his husband speaking he knows this is the one for them- The pup that they are taking home. The only thing that stops him from blubbering thanks is the claiming kiss to his lips and the gentle smaller one on the top of Tim’s head.
In an hour they pack their new son up and get him in the car. There isn’t much to take, just a little clothes and two entire boxes filled with books. He's so smart. So clever and beautiful it hurts to look at him.
It hurts so much that when they take him home and the little one's bedtime arrives Dick sits by the bed marveling at what is his. Even when his alpha calls him to bed he can not move so instead, the tiny little form gets cradled in his fathers arms. The absolutely safest place in the world to be.
Their little family heads to the master den, where they can curl around this little life that is now theirs.
Even now remembering the documents- remembering signing his name under mother makes him emotional. Jason is like a calm sturdy rock, possessively scenting them in a way that practically erases the perfume of pretty perfect pup.
“ Alpha- Thank you alpha- thank you so much. “
Jason kisses him over their baby's head, his scent thick with something Dick now identifies as protective-possessive-paternal affection. Their lips meet once, twice then don’t part until Dick is struggling to breathe, body trembling.
“ No Dickie… Thank you-”
It’s stupid really.
Sometimes Dick forgets with how bleak and dark everything had been before Jason. That he saved the alpha just as much as he saved him.
That the two of them were two jagged pieces that somehow fit together. Dick pets sweet soft curls and the pup whines between them pliant from the excitement of the day.
“ My heart and home. “
The words ache and burn like the branding of the collar that is resting on the bedside table, and of the ring on his finger. His eyes water from happiness as Jason kisses him again.
“ The greatest treasure I’ve ever stolen. “
Dick gives a wobbly smile, one that makes Jason grin private and genuine just for him.
“ Careful Jay, the mob will think you’ve got soft. “
It's a teasing threat really. No one would ever see Jason like this, no one but him and now their new pup.
The heir to an empire quickly spanning two dark cities. Jason’s eyes darken with mirth, the alpha pressing in his space with a sweet promise.
“Do you think I could cancel?” Dick asks, only half-joking, jingling the keys in his hands but making no move to open the car door. They’d spent most of the day working on the Mustang, apart from an afternoon nap, and had decided that while it would need an entire new engine sooner rather than later, it was safe enough to drive to the Manor and back. Show it off a bit before Dick gets it up on the lifts and starts taking it apart.
“If you miss your own birthday, you better have a pretty ironclad excuse.”
“I could say I’m sick?”
“If you of all people say you’re too sick to go to your own party, you’re going to have Alfred and probably Bruce here in thirty minutes with a thermometer.”
Dick chuckles. “Probably Damian too.”
Jason switches to an unerring imitation of Damian’s voice, slight accent and all. “Grayson, I demand to know which proletarian germ has vanquished your laughably ineffective immune system so that I may annihilate it with medically necessary cuddles.”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Young Justice (Cartoon)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Rich Asshole Characters, Dick Grayson, Atremis Crock, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Transphobia, Racism, Dick doesn't actually show up in this, Artemis is taking exactly None of this shit
Summary:
Artemis was shouldering her way through a mass of jabbering students to her locker when she finally heard what all the hype was about.
“Did you hear?” hissed one to those near her. “Grayson is a girl!”
Dick and Jason want to become parents, and Dick thinks that he might be pregnant. While he waits for Jason to get home, Dick thinks about his parents. Memories of his Mom and Dad cloud his afternoon - will the answer bring rain or sunshine?
Notes:
This is a prompt fill from an anon who asked for trans Dick and "I think I might be pregnant." Because I don't want anyone to read this without warning and then experiencing dysphoria or any discomfort, Dick is trans and Dick and Jason have been actively trying to have a baby.
Dick knew when he was washing the raspberries.
Dick switched on the radio to one of those mix stations that Jason always mocked but then ended up singing along with anyway. He paid attention while the DJ read the weather report - partially cloudy morning, clearing to an unseasonably warm afternoon. Dick hoped that the forecast proved correct for once, after three nights of rainy patrols.
He grinned when the familiar nimble fret-work of the one and only Slash in “Sweet Child of Mine” came on as he was getting ingredients out of the fridge. Only the fact that his hands were full stopped him from playing air-guitar along with the tune. He tweaked the lyrics slightly as he sang along, “He’s got a smile it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories,” when he dumped the full punnet into the strainer and turned on the water. He gently shook the berries under the faucet, glanced down to see that one was entirely covered with gray and white fuzz, collapsing in on itself into goo. Fuzz marred a few others as well. He reached into the strainer to pull out the worst ones, but stopped when a wave of nausea curdled in his belly. Dick frowned. No one likes moldy fruit, but it was hardly the most disgusting thing Dick had seen in his life. Hell, had seen this week. He forced himself to try again, but as soon as he touched the slimy berry, his initial reaction overtook him and he spun, retching into the trash can.
