#dc comcis x ftm reader

[allzelemonz]

Out: Slade Wilson & FTM Reader

Pronouns: he/him Physical Sex: AFAB Rating: T/Language Warnings: Mentor & protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, transition process, fluff, Slade being nice for once, Ish is a hormone dealer but only for Slade’s kids and apprentices, themes around menstruation are not specific or graphic, background relationship: Ish/Joey Summary: You ran out of hormones, annoyingly causing your cycle to start up again, but you’re stuck on a mission with Slade. A/N: For those that don't know, '&' means platonic. But you can read it however you want, I was going for adoptive father-son vibes.

Your heart beats a little faster when you notice. Apparently letting yourself run out of hormones wasn’t as good of a call as you thought because now you have to deal with this. If you were at the compound it wouldn’t be a huge deal, Rose has shit you could steal, but out here on a job with Slade there’s not a lot of options. Toilet paper, sure, but that’s not ideal when you have a mission. For a while you just stare at the ground, hoping to will it away. But Slade’s knock on the bathroom door makes you jump.

“Hurry up, kid.”

You steele yourself, swallowing the bundle of nerves down and opening the door. Slade glares down at you, probably already regretting picking you from his pool of apprentices to bring along.

“The hell is wrong with you, kid?”

You clear your throat as your feet shift responsibility for your weight. “I, uh… I need something.”

“Well, out with it.”

You hesitate, trying to figure out how to explain. “I-I’m trans—“

“I know, brat.” He scoffs. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Bleeding.” Is all you can make your mouth get out.

Slade huffs, walking over to his bag. You watch from the doorframe, half expecting a knife to come at you. Instead he throws the menstrual product your way like a ninja star. You catch it, looking up at him utterly confused.

“I don’t know why you brats think you can’t tell me things.” He grumbles. “You ran out of hormones, didn’t you?”

You nod, a bit too confused by his reaction to this whole thing to speak. You didn’t even think he knew about the situation.

Slade just sighs, pulling out his phone. “That’s not good for you, kid. I’ll call Ish and tell we have another one.”

You stare at him for a moment as he types on his phone. “Another one?”

Slade raises a brow. “You think you’re the only one of my boys like this?” He chuckles, holding his phone up to his ear. “Might be the fifth.”

You watch Slade as he wanders, talking to Ish with the same disdain he always does now. Not that Ish is a bad guy, he’s pretty nice, but that stuff with Joey rubs Slade the wrong way. Still, he has to mind to call him up whenever he needs scientific help.

“He was on them, yeah.” Slade says into the phone. “No, Ish, why would I know that?” He scoffs at whatever Ish says in response. “I’m not the one fucking my nephew… he might as well be your blood, Ish… do you think the fact that you changed more of his diapers than I did makes you look better in this?”

You know this argument will go on for a while, so you slip into the bathroom with your bag and situate yourself, cleaning off the blood and changing things. When you come back out, Slade is listening intently to Ish.

“Five hours until the mark, yeah… Istanbul? What the hell are you doing in… no, I didn’t… fine, yeah, as long as we make the hit, I don’t give a shit… see you then.”

He tosses the phone onto his bed by his bag and looks up at you. “Feeling better?”

You nod. “Why’d you have to talk to Ish?”

“He can get hormones… surgery too, if you ever want that” Slade grumbles. “Lucky I like you, kid. Hate Ish.”

Something about that makes you smile. Slade sucks, no one denies that. But sometimes he doesn’t, sometimes he cares enough to make the brutality of training worthwhile.

[allzelemonz]

Tie: Slade Wilson X FTM Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘man’, and ‘handsome’ Physical Sex: AFAB implied Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, suits and ties, transition process, tying ties, fluff, Slade being nice for once, undercover mission Summary: Slade teaches you to knot your tie.

Slade stands in the main area of the compound, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. His protege was supposed to be out here two minutes ago, dressed up and ready for an undercover hit. The kid is a mess. Simply ‘mess’ is likely the understatement of the century. Hardly up to par in physicality for a young man his age, abysmal progress altogether. And now, on top of all of that, he’s late.

He rushes in just a moment later, officially three minutes late.

“The hell took you so long.” Slade near growls. He hasn’t hit the kid outside of training yet and it has taken quite a bit of self restraint.

“Sorry, I couldn’t, uh…” The kid looks down, his hand mindlessly tugging at the undone tie around his neck.

“You can’t tie a damn tie?” Slade scoffs, looking down at the young man with knitted eyebrows. “Just how useless can you be, kid?”

“I’ve never worn one…”

Slade narrows his eyes, gaze moving between the kid’s tie and his face. “You’re a grown man that’s never worn a tie?”

That comment makes your heart flutter a bit. Slade is probably the one person in the world that you really want to pass around. His approval means everything at this point and hearing him call you a man just… it makes you smile despite yourself.

Slade’s head works like a machine as he studies you. Since you joined him he hasn’t asked questions about it. He knows. Not because you told but because all minute signs point to it. If he were anyone else, aside from possibly Batman, he wouldn’t know. But he’s seen you at your worst during his training, when you don’t have the strength to be your true self and are forced to hide in socialized mannerisms. And this is just another confirmation of it. Doesn’t matter, you told him you’re a man so that’s what you are.

“Come here.” He sighs. “I’ll teach you.”

You step closer, feeling a lightness in your stomach when Slade tugs you even closer by the tie. He mutters the instructions under his breath, tying a half knot a few times before shoving your shoulder back and telling you to do it yourself this time. You try to recreate his process and he watches you fumble through it until there’s a decent knot tightened around your collar.

”Handsome.” He mutters, but you catch it. “Let’s go. Job’s not going to do itself.”

He steps away, grabbing his gun and tucking it into his waistline. His mind thinks too fast for him to stop but he fully recognizes the feeling of falling.