#lifeweaver pan!!!!!!! makes me so happy :’)

[shownuayo]

bc i havent seen anyone mention it here yet, the end of lifeweaver’s origin story has the colors of the pan flag!! 🩷💛🩵

[uh-niran-really]

Oh mein gott i LOVE niran…. I have no idea why but i never paid much attention to him until like recently when i discovered he’s so amazing my pookiebear😭😭❤️ would you be perchance comfortable and fine with writing lifeweaver x a mtf reader? Like a comfort fic if that’s alright🤔 i LAURV YOUR WRITING!!!!!!

MtF Reader x Lifeweaver - Dysphoria

Content: Warm fluffy comfort, Gender Dysphoria

Word Count: 600

A/N: So I’ve never written for a trans reader before, I’ve never had to experience the things that they go through, but I did some research and tried my best to write something comforting. I just know Niran would love you unconditionally, so I tried to write that as best I could. I hope you like it and if there’s anything I can do to improve my writing for trans readers please let me know! 🏳️‍⚧️ I’m always willing to listen!

“Oh my love, what’s got you so distressed?”

Today was a rough day for you, you were struggling with dysphoria and it was all you could think about at the moment. Your eyes streamed with tears as he came over to hold you.

“Sweetheart? Please talk to me..”

Through tears you begin to choke out how you were feeling dysphoric about your body and it had been on your mind lately. Niran listened to you, running his fingers through your hair. He hated to see you so upset, especially over this. He didn’t understand exactly how you felt, but he could imagine the pain and sympathise with you.

“My love you are so beautiful.. I know it’s a struggle sometimes but I promise you that no matter what I’m here for you and I love you the way you are.. the way you want to be.”

You smiled at his words. Dysphoria was never a fun experience, of course not, it felt like you were at constant war. Niran’s words helped though. He always did try his best to comfort you. All he wanted was for you to be happy. Soon you feel asleep in his arms with a soft smile on your face, one he couldn’t help but kiss softly.

——🪷——

“Good morning sweetheart!”

“Good morning Bua.”

“You look…” He eyed you with such intensity, a small smile spreading across his face. “Gorgeous.”

You couldn’t help but smile too. Today you had decided to wear a pretty dress you brought a while back. No special reason, you just felt like today was the day, after his sweet words had given you confidence. Niran clearly liked it but you couldn’t help but ask anyway.

“Do you like it?”

You give him a small twirl, the hem of the dress flaring out as you do so. Oh the look on his face, he can’t help but whistle at you as you do. Not a crass whistle, a sweet charming melody. He was smitten. You always felt so safe with Niran. Since coming out to him, he had been nothing but supportive. He never made you feel less of a person.

“Indeed I do darling, aren’t you just the prettiest girl I know!”

You can’t help but bury yourself in his arms. His hugs are always warm, he has a way of making you blush whenever he does hold you. You worried the intimacy with him would change, but to Niran the love he held for you was always the same. You were his person and he loved you, regardless. You knew he was pan, but still worried he wouldn’t see you the same way, but of course he was overjoyed for you, tearing up at the knowledge you felt safe enough to tell him. Comfortable enough to be yourself.

Since then he’s been by your side through it all. He gave you the best tips for growing out your hair, took you shopping for a new wardrobe to help with gender dysphoria, he took the time to listen to you. He was by no means an expert, but he always tried to make you comfortable. Wanting to do what he could to love you to the fullest.

“We should go for lunch, don’t you think?”

He leans in to give you a soft delicate kiss, taking your hands in his. His eyes sparkle when he looks at you, so deeply in love with his gorgeous flower. His eyes never left yours as he brings your hands up to kiss those too.

“That sounds lovely Niran.”

“Not as lovely as you, gardenia!”