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sunnysviolin · 4 years ago
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Trans Hero
It’s TDOV so uhhh time for me to project again on my favorite boy <3333 To all my trans peeps out here...life is getting better and better each day!! 
Hero comes out just shy of twelve years old. He’s known how he’s felt for his whole life. He’s gone by Hero to almost the entire world for years. Mari hasn’t used she/her pronouns for him in years, and even though their friends are confused by it, they follow in her footsteps. 
He tells his parents, and it...well it doesn’t really go good or bad. They aren’t forcing him to stop, they aren’t helpful. It’s just...a thing. At least now Kel can always call him big bro without worrying that their parents might hear. 
This continues as Hero enters into teenhood, and life becomes so much more complicated for him. Complicated by the fact that he is finally starting to understand how his body isn’t really like other boys. 
Hero doesn’t bind. He definitely starts out binding, but it ends up hurting him pretty badly. It just feels tight and uncomfortable, and as much as his brain likes how he looks, he can’t stand it for longer than a few hours. 
It’s pretty upsetting, because Hero has a large chest so there isn’t really any hiding anything. He gets misgendered a lot, and he doesn’t feel comfortable correcting people on his pronouns. Mari tries to help, but mostly Hero just wears overly baggy clothes and does everything he can to try and hide himself away. 
His father is actually the one who comes up with the solution. He’s pretty into athletics and sports, and even though his first born isn’t interested in that, athletic wear is always being updated. He’s seen Hero struggling with different binders, seen the way that this whole debacle has changed his eldest. Aurora Hero is moody, irritable, and clearly hurting. He doesn’t want to see his...child in pain. Not ever. 
Hero’s father brings him home two compression shirts, and Hero layers one over his best sports bra. It’s not perfect, there’s still a swell there, but under a sweatshirt it’s almost not even there. Hero can manage to look in the bathroom mirror without wanting to scream for the first time in nearly a month. He takes a second just to stare at his reflection and finally breathe. 
Hero’s father has been...pretty neutral before this on his transition. He hadn’t come right out and said he didn’t approve, he had just said it was up to Aurora to decide what she wanted to do.
At the tender age of twelve it had felt like rejection. Then they had spent the last three years in a strange limbo where Hero would make progress, and his mother might tight lipped give her blessing and his father wouldn’t say a word. Hero has tried not to show how much it affected him, but when his father gives him this gift it all comes spilling out. 
Hero’s parents aren’t unaccepting, they’re just...scared. They’re scared of judgement, not for themselves but for their sweet lovely child who can’t even kill a spider. Their child who loves to cook, who cries easily, who is beloved by almost everyone that meets them. A child like that doesn’t deserve the cruelty that the world can hand out. 
((They don’t understand at first that they’re being just as cruel by withholding their unconditional love))
Standing together in the bathroom Hero beams, bright and brilliant, and he lets out a quiet gleeful laugh. He throws himself into his fathers arms and muffles his broken voice thank you against his father’s shoulder, shoulders still shaking with laughter. 
Hero’s father realizes this is probably the first time he’s hugged his oldest in...well far too long. He holds Au-Hero tight to him and vows to make a change. As much as he would’ve chosen a different path for his son, he would rather see his son this elated than the withdrawn sullen girl he had seen Hero slowly becoming. 
His father slowly starts to use Hero’s name more, introduces Kel and Hero as ‘my sons’ or ‘the boys’ and each time he sees Hero’s brilliant grin he knows he’s making the right choice. 
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