chapter two of my transfem mulder fic is posted!
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chapter two of my transfem mulder fic is posted!
I have this old ficlet in my relocated documents, a canon adjacent GoodRocks where Billy is trans, and I love the validation of this:
Goody had always treated him like a man, even when he had attempted to kiss Billy the first time, it had confused Billy to no end and he had been forced to reveal his secret, genuinely surprised when Goody looked unsure how to continue, as surely him being a “woman in disguise” had to be better than Goody being sexually attracted to a man. They hadn’t talked much for a few days after and Billy had half expected to be abandoned in the next town, but as they set up camp one night, Goody came and sat beside him, “Are… you a man?” he asked slowly, and Billy was unsure how to answer, “What?” “Are you? You’re dressed like one, you call yourself Billy… are you a man?” he asked, “I don’t know how to be clearer than this,” he sounded exasperated, more at himself than Billy though, “I…” Billy paused then, looking down at his dirty boots, men’s boots, he’d tried so hard to reinvent himself after he left his parents, to be Billy Rocks and not… not her… “Yes… I am a man,” he said, he’d told himself a thousand times, it sounded bizarre saying it out loud, “Thank God,” Goody sighed, Billy looking up in confusion, turning his head just in time for Goody to kiss him. Billy pushed him away and frowned, “What…” “Billy… I’ve spent a long time questioning who I am… I came to a conclusion I can live with and I’ll be damned if I’m going to go through that inner hell again unnecessarily,” he explained and Billy didn’t understand, “I… find myself inclined toward my own kind,” he admitted, Billy nodding along dumbly but not truly following, “I found myself inclined toward you,” he spoke slowly, “To something growing between us,” Billy had felt that too, but didn’t know how to react to it, “When we kissed and you said…” he trailed off, “I had a long think, and I said to myself Goodnight, just ask, if he’s a woman then you have some things to reconsider, if he ain’t, well take his word for it and kiss the man,” he laughed and Billy cracked a smile too, uncertain and slightly worried, but something felt genuine about Goody’s words and his smile, and he found himself leaning in and kissing Goody again.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Angst with a Happy Ending, Transphobia, Bullying, Sexual Harassment, Hate Crimes, that sounds heavy but it's a happy ending I swear, largely fluffy in the middle too tbh, Trans Charles Rowland (DCU), Blanket Permission, Podfic Welcome
Charlotte Rowland died in St. Hils’s uniform skirt, which she loathed with all her being, because it was too short and showed off her cover-up shorts any time she did anything. (And that was when she was lucky enough to be wearing the shorts; the staff didn’t much approve of them.)
When she rose from the floor and left her body behind, she left the skirt with it. Stood in front of Edwin in a tank top and slacks, and ran from Death in clothes that felt better on her skin even as she could barely feel her skin at all.
He tilts my head and runs the razor down my jaw, the blade running so smooth I barely feel it. Fingers slipping along my chin, bending me this way and that, his larger frame behind me in the mirror. Looking at my face; but not looking at me. I say I can shave myself, I say I barely need to shave at all, and he gives me that look, hand tightening ever so slightly. I close my mouth. The glide continues down my neck. He wipes down my face, turning me with a firm twist to inspect his work.
I want to run my hands along his jaw as he does mine, feeling the texture of his stubble, running my fingers up into his hair. But he hasn't told me to move yet. That had been his only rule as he brought me into the bathroom, stay still, and I had, hadn't I?
I barely get my hand half way in the air before the hand on my face is tilting me up firmly, another hand closing around my wrist. Stay still, that's all you had to do. I feel him press me backward until the cool tile of the wall jars the skin on my back. His hands, warm, press firm on the column of my throat. You ask me to show you how to do things, like a real man, but you can't listen to instructions hm?
I wonder whether I can speak now, or if that is one of those questions with no right answer. But before I can even try to reply he continues. Did you even listen, after I took all this time to show you how to shave, or did you just feel my hand on your face and turn into a brain-dead slut on instinct?
Now that I can't respond to, or maybe the whine I let out was a response given the way he smiled. A smile that matches everything about him, cutting, sharp and perfect. He kisses me, his scruff sharp against my fresh sensitive skin, a shaky breath and a bob of my throat beneath his palm. His body, angular, broad, perfect, against my own, which is changing slowly too.
Once the comparison made me feel small, but now, every time we kiss I know my jaw is sharper, one day I'll be strong enough to pin him too, push him to the tile, my beard will scratch against his sensitive inner thighs and he will shiver the way I do.
how i look at the smut fic tagged "trans character" as i read the other tags and blurb to attempt to discern if it's Actual Porn with a Trans Character or "girl with penis and body that behaves exactly like a cis mans"/"boy with vulva and body that behaves exactly like a cis womans"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He’s finally done after almost a year of work, jjk trans coming of age fic surrounding Megumi and Nanako finally, finally up