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For people who make reader insert content (specifically female reader content), ADD A FEMALE/ MALE READER TAG. I get so disappointed when I find a good self insert fanfic when half way into reading I get misgendered. I’m a trans dude and when I’m reading a nice fluffy fanfic that I think is rlly cute and I get hit with smth like, “ You’re a really pretty girl! ” I just sit there stoned face after getting slapped with a pot full of dysphoria 🐇

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💋 Smut ❤️ Fluff 💔 Angst 🔥 Joke 👍 Platonic 👨 Male 👩 Female 👤 Gender Neutral 👶 Child Reader ✏️ Drabble 📃 One Shot 💭 Headcanons 🪧 Scenario 💕 Family 🩸 Violence ✅️ Finished

Shanks

The Cute and Obsessive You 💋🩸👨📃

Your boyfriend is a yandere, but it comes in handy when you're kidnapped (also it's sexy).

Charm You to Jealousy 💋👨📃

Shanks is popular, especially when he's cool, so you may or may not get a bit jealous.

Big spoilers for episode 1112.

Compliments ❤️👨👤✏️

Shanks loves compliments and you give them often.

Lust/Love 🔥👨👤✏️

A few drinks makes you loose-mouthed but you're a quick thinker.

Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭

Shanks likes drinking and partying, especially with his lover.

A Romantic Date ❤️👤💭

Shanks has many sides, but romance with you always comes naturally.

An Awkward Child 🔥💕👶🪧

Shanks tries his best to get you to socialize.

A Good Liar 🔥👍👤📃

You and Shanks are caught on a day out, thankfully you're good at improvising.

Pretty When You're Mine 💋❤️👨📃

You're a little mean and want to try something new, thankfully your boyfriend is incredibly receptive.

RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧

Your boyfriend turns into a dogboy but he's still very cute.

How to Breed Your Captain 💋👨📃

Your captain sudddenly leaves in the middle of drinking, so you gotta find out what happened.

Omegaverse, Shanks has a pussy.

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

Shanks is tall but not tall enough for a view.

Scent 💋👨✏️

Shanks likes it when you smell like eachother.

Omegaverse, Shanks has a pussy.

Narcissistic Romance ❤️🔥👩✏️💭

You and your new boyfriend happen to look similar.

Scruff ❤️🔥👩👤🪧

Naughty Captains get the puppy treatment.

Birthday Boy ❤️👤📃

Poor Shanks is the only one who remembered his birthday (according to him)

Two Cats ❤️👩✏️

You're a picky and bratty drinker, fortunately Shanks is there to "protect" you.

Eyes. 🩸💔❤️👤📃

You visit your parent in their prison with Shanks.

Luffy

Kindness Isn't Spineless: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4 💔❤️👤✅️

Luffy thinks you're too "kind", unknowing of your past traumas with an abusive ex.

A Romantic Date ❤️👤💭

Luffy isn't much of a romantic but he loves to love you.

RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧

Being a dogboy only makes Luffy more excited and he's going to make it everyone else's problem.

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Luffy spilled something like a stupidhead.

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

Luffy reallllyyy wants to see Frankys WIP

Scruff ❤️🔥👩👤🪧

Luffy whines like a puppy so you treat him like one.

Is This Love?: Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six 💔 ❤️ 👨

Confessing to Luffy isn't as sunshine and rainbows as both of you wish it was.

Post Jinbe, Small allusion to Whole Cake, Fishman Island spoilers.

Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧

You turn into a worm.

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

You both miss eachother, you're also both on the same wavelength in doing whatever it takes to see eachother sooner.

Zoro

Roots of Suffering 💔❤️🩸👩📃

Pain from severe migraines makes you to be rash, causing more damage than your mind could on its own.

Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭

You're completely unruly but okay yes he loves you.

RUFF! ❤️🔥👤🪧

He's a little dumb as a dogboy but he's got the spirit.

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Clean your equipment after use, guys.

Why are you two friendly 👍📃

Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone

No reader, just characters.

It's YOURS 👍🔥👤📃

You find Zoro's small mossy lookalikes in a forest and decide to have some fun.

Will You Still Love Me? ❤️🔥👤🪧

You turn into a worm.

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

He's strong enough to catch you from a cliff, probably.

Sanji

Tomboy Girlfriend ❤️👩💭

Sanji likes to be a gentleman but with you he's more of a gentle man.

Your Love is My Warmth ❤️👤📃

It's a cold night, but together with you he's never felt warmer.

Fun(ny) Halloween 🔥👍👤📃

You don't know what to go as for Halloween, but get inspiration from a certain cook.

Insecure Love 💔❤️👩📃

Misunderstandings from trauma cause pain for you and Sanji as your relationship goes on.

Major spoilers for episode 1053

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Rest is important, idiot.

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

How'd he get the groceries up there?

OH MY GOD ❤️👍🩸👨📃

Don't walk backwards while hiking on a mountain.

Why are you two friendly 👍📃

Zoro and Sanji are a lot more tame when they're alone

No reader, just characters.

Confusion in my Love ❤️👨📃

Sanji struggles with the fact he's fallen in love with a man.

Medium Fishman Island spoilers.

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

Being your knight in shining armor didn't prepare him for you jumping off a cliff.

Robin

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

Small mistake isn't everything.

Brook

Thunk 👍🔥👤🪧

God, just stop making that joke.

Nami

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

There's no way you would jump off a cliff just to see her sooner, right?

Usopp

Shoulders 🔥❤️👨🪧

No he doesn't need help but maybe if you gave it he wouldn't decline it.

Crocodile

Reptile Break for the Reptile Broken 🔥✏️

Crocodile is tired, so he visits the bananagators.

Post Crossguild.

Crocodile the Lovestruck (Reptile) Fool ❤️👩💭

You've been with him since Alabasta, and he's starting to think of you as more than a loyal employee.

Post Cross Guild.

Its Good to See the New You 💕💔👨💭

You joined the Strawhats after your father was defeated in alabasta, when you meet again his daughter is now his son.

Small Marineford and Alabasta spoilers.

Mihawk

Boredom and Jokes 🔥 👤✏️

Mihawk's older than you and Buggy thought.

Post Cross Guild.

Mimi Mihawk ❤️👤✏️

Mihawk reads the paper while you give him affection.

Pre-Cross Guild but Post Timeskip

An Awkward Child 🔥💕👶🪧

You aren't really the best at getting along with people, Mihawk doesn't mind.

Pre and Post Cross Guild

Think About It ❤️👩👤📃

He's more oblivious than you thought, by a LOT.

Romantic(?) ❤️👨👤✏️

You're a romantic pervert.

Buggy

Boredom and Jokes 🔥 👤✏️

Mihawk's older than you and Buggy thought.

Post Cross Guild.

Smoker

An Awkward Child 🔥💕👶🪧

Tashigi and you cause a small accident when she tries to teach you something new.

Ace

Love Makes You Crazy 💋❤️👩📃

Ace has convinced you to be bold in more ways than one.

Sabo

You're Here! ❤️🔥👤🪧

If he misses you he should catch you.

may i ask for headcanons for crocodile x child reader where crocodile's daughter joins the strawhats post alabasta?

and the next time they meet in impel down, well. that's not even his daughter anymore. that's his son now.

thank you very much for the open requests!

(from @77v77)

Bet. My first time writing a trans character so I hope it turned out okay. I'm still not used to headcanons so this honestly came out more as a fic, I'm really sorry about that. If you want a redo I don't mind, sorry. I got kinda carried away with a storyline and it turned out like this.

It's Good To See The New You

Crocodile x FTM!Child!Reader. 1562 words. Author isn't trans but trying their best. Feel free to correct if I messed up. (D/N) Is deadname.

This is how your life is, you’ve accepted it. You’re the daughter of someone powerful, strong, rich, you should be happy; but you aren’t. These dresses aren’t making you happy, the people fawning over you aren’t either, even the small amount of attention you get from your father doesn’t truly make you happy. It’s only when something happens, something that was supposed to be negative, that you get a glimpse of what can be your happiness. How could you let it pass you by at that point? Call yourself your father’s daughter, you don’t let opportunities like this just leave. Of course, maybe daughter isn’t something to describe you anymore.

“Take me with you.” Is what you say to Luffy when he’s leaving.

“Hm?” He looks at you, recognizing who you are, and scowls slightly.

“Take me with you, I want to go with you.” You repeat and it only confuses him more, Luffy doesn’t like being confused either.

He thinks you’re trying to pick a fight at first, but when he realizes you aren’t he calms down a bit.

“I just beat up your dad, why do you wanna come with me?” He asks you.

“Because I want to. So let me on.”

“Wha- Don’t give me orders!”

You two end up getting into a small argument, call it childish but you aren’t used to being argued with by anyone other than your father.

Of course, it ends up working out, Luffy lets you on.

Robin even uses you as an excuse to get on as well, your partner in crime.

Luffy’s a little upset he kind of didn’t get as much of a choice as he’d like, but he got over it once Robin worked her charms. (Using her hands to help them make stupid jokes)

As for you, it took a while for you to warm up to them even though you’re the one who got on.

Something just still didn’t feel right.

You felt better than before, of course, but not as good as you’d like.

It’s only when Nami helps you pick out clothes that you realize that you’ve never truly chosen what you’ve wanted.

You were given options of course, but those options were picked from what your father wanted.

When you were looking at dresses Nami noticed you looking unhappy.

“You don’t have to wear a dress if you don’t want to, you know. You can wear something else.” She says casually.

In her mind it was just a fashion tip from one woman to another, something simple.

But to you it was so much more.

From then on you took things into your own hands.

Not just bossy with the things you’re given, but exploring to find your own choices.

You started dressing differently, which might seem so little but it felt so much bigger to you.

Time passes and it was the best choice you’ve ever made, it helped you become your true self.

The crew was confused at first, Sanji was even devastated, but it passed.

Sometimes Sanji still laments, but it’s more just because he was happy to have another woman to fawn over.

He gets over it, you’re happier this way.

You even get the privilege of not having the privilege of Sanji’s over-the-top affection.

Everything is so much better, so much brighter that you almost forget what your life was like before you were truly yourself.

That’s until you meet your father again, a reminder of who you were.

You know it's not his fault, he never bossed you around or told you you couldn’t be your true self.

He just wanted you to be someone that he could have confidently as his child, someone unbreakable; and that's what you were.

An unbreakable broken person.

That’s how you could describe him too, in the state he’s in.

Chained up and defeated, it makes your heart ache.

Even if he wasn’t the best father he was still yours.

He almost doesn’t recognize you at first, glaring at you until it clicks who you are.

“...(D/N)?” He calls to you and you almost flinch from the sound.

It brings shivers up your spine, even if you know it was from ignorance.

You don’t want to respond, not wanting to acknowledge that previous you; but decide it’s time to face it.

Crocodile himself, your father, isn’t the enemy that kept you captive.

“..Father.” You say to him.

“(D/N) you, what are you-”

“That’s not my name” You interrupt him, and it makes him pause.

Not your name?

How isn’t it your name? He named you himself!

“What are you talking about? I figured you joined that Strawhat’s crew but you changed your name for it? Were you..” He trails off, feeling hurt.

Were you that unhappy with him?

Why else would you change your name if not to try and get rid of your past?

You must be ashamed of him, he sure is.

Got beaten by a brat and ended up in a prison getting mistreated by people he could kill in a heartbeat, if only he had the chance to.

“Father.” You catch his attention, snapping him out of the trance of negativity he put himself into.

“It’s not you, if that’s what you were worried about.” You reassure him, and he scoffs.

“If not me what else? You sure seem a hell of a lot brighter now that you’re not with me.” His heart aches.

Despite not wanting to admit it he did have a soft spot for you.

You were his daughter, the small light he had in the darkness, whether the choice to have you was his or not.

“..It’s (Y/N).” You say quietly and he perks up, looking at you closer.

You look different, more different than he realized at first.

“You’ve changed.”

“I know.” There’s a silence.

Crocodile isn’t one to pry, he didn’t pry even when you were his daughter.

“Are you happier?” He asks you, like a sentimental fool.

Your eyes go wide, but they calm as you smile.

“I am, I’m so much happier.”

“Good. Make sure you stay on the other side of these bars, too, (Y/N).” Your father says and your heart clenches.

You’re happy, but sad at the same time.

Here you are, your true self with friends that care about you, meeting your Father again.

This should be happy for you, there shouldn’t be anything bad about this.

Despite that, you feel like crying; and look down.

Because you’ve gained so much, but you’ve lost being your Father’s daughter.

He still cared for you, and you him.

He helped you with your hair, gave you the luxury he grained, treated you with the respect you deserved, he even changed your diapers sometimes when you were little.

Even though he didn’t need to.

Crocodile loved you as much as he could in and in the way he knew how.

So the thought that you’ve lost that love, it hurts.

You don’t want to go back to being his daughter, you don’t want to go back to being a daughter, but you don’t want to lose being his child.

“Hey, don’t give me that look.” You hear him say, and you look back up.

“I know you and how that face you make when you're about to cry. Even if you’re different know you’re still my..” He trails off and you hesitate.

“Son.” Your heart drops, fear overtaking you at the thought of him rejecting you.

“My son.” He says and your vision blurs.

“Jeez, you really don’t listen don’t you? That a Strawhat trait, or did you get it from me?” He says with a sigh as tears roll down your cheeks.

“C’mon, stand up straight. You’re my kid, act it.” Something he would always say to you when you felt insecure.

It never did much other than help you put your mask back on.

But now those words empower you.

More than when they were said by the savior of Alabasta, the fearsome Crocodile.

You nod and wipe your eyes, you can’t cry now.

“That’s right, one of us has to be free." He looks down at himself, weak from mistreatment and seastone.

"Maybe it’s better you than me.” His chains clink as he moves.

“I am free, I feel so free. All the time.” You say, laughing a bit.

It shocks Crocodile, he hasn’t heard you laugh like this in so long.

He'd thought you'd lost it from age, just as he did.

You haven't laughed this freely with him since he could hold you up with one hand.

The sound of his son sounds so much happier than his daughter.

He wishes he knew sooner, maybe he could’ve even given you different life skills.

Too late for that.

“Are you gonna stand here all day looking at your old man? I doubt you’ve come to free me.” You shake your head.

You don’t even have his key.

Your ears perk up at crashing noises, it’s time for you to go.

You look back at your father, eyes clear and bright.

“I’ll be going now, Dad.” You say with a smile and he bites the inside of his cheek to hold any emotion in.

“Go get em, son.” Crocodile says with a chuckle.

You go off and he sits in his cell.

He wonders if this is how you felt, trapped with him and in a body you didn’t feel was your own.

Maybe this is his retribution, his punishment for his wrongdoings.

If there’s a God out there.. he hopes that they keep that punishment to him.

It wouldn’t be fair to drag someone he just met into his problems.

You deserve your new life.

He’s just happy he was able to see a glimpse of it.

That was it. Hope that was good. I'm not trans but I just based it off of what i've seen and maybe how I would feel if I were trans. Hope that works. I don't know why you made yourself anonymous but put your @ but I'll assume maybe it was because you wanted me to tag you so here @77v77

And you can't just ignore it or try and think of the pronouns as the right ones cause it's NOT THE SAME

Like and reblog if you can relate to this:

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we get be neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

Could you write headcanons abt gaeul with a transboy reader? Only if u feel comfortable with it, obviously. Have a great day/night/afternoon <33

Gaeul Dating A FTM Reader Headcanons.

Trans (FTM) Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

I tried my best to be respectful and did some research on the FTM and how they deal with their daily life as transman, so if anything I put in here was offensive, please let me know so that I can change it or put it down. I hope you enjoy.

Gaeul hadn't known that you were trans, even after the two of you were dating.

It scared you, thinking that if you told her the true then, she would break up with you.

So, she didn't know about it for months until you finally mastered the courage to speak to her the truth.

When she found out, she was shocked to say the least but nevertheless, supportive of you.

She really didn't mind.

And when you got your top surgery, Gaeul was there for you the entire time.

Making sure you were comfortable throughout the days.

Anything you need, Gaeul would be running to get that thing you needed.

And if you were a streamer, there was a lot of backlash after people finding out that you were transgender.

People purposely mispronouncing your pronouns and to some extent, some people protesting outside of your house.

The backlash was really bad to the point where V-Hit and other channels, who you were friends with, came to your aid and defended you.

It made you not leave the house for weeks, as Gaeul did her best to cheer you up.

Cuddling you, calling you "good boy" and etc.

And eventually, you were able to come out of your house, not minding the haters anymore and continuing to be yourself as there still a lot of people who still admired you.

And when the V-Hit team found out that you were transgender, there were a lot of questions.

Mainly from Hobin and Snapper, and the others not minding it all.

And whenever you two are out on a date and someone mocks you, you bet Gaeul is ready to beat their ass up.

But you always held her back, telling her not to mind them but of course Gaeul, would always find them and teach them a lesson on not to do that to their partner.

When she introduce you to her dad, her dad didn't mind at all.

He doesn't care if you are transgender even though he may seen like he could have some old saying or is transphobic. He is not, he doesn't care how other people will live as long as other people aren't hurt by it.

Whenever you two get into an argument, Gaeul does look like she's about to cry but always held it back, not wanting to make the argument any worse.

When you are in the wrong, she gives you some time before you finally apologize to her.

When she is in the wrong, she needs some time to clear her head and realize her mistakes before apologizing to you.

But if both of you aren't at fault, then Gaeul would sometimes apologize first or you apologizing first but it would always end with you coming to terms.

When you are experiencing dysphoria, Gaeul would always calm you down. Hugging you, whispering sweet things to you.

And Gaeul get's jealous very easily, just one flirtatious look directed at you can cause he jealousy bubbling inside of her as she would then cling onto your arm while pouting towards the person who flirted with you.

Whenever you get jealous, you would smile menacingly and wrap your arm around her waist as the person who was flirting with Gaeul, sweatdropped. Thank that looks couldn't kill because it would, they would 6ft underground right now.

So in all honesty, the two of you were good.

Sebastian Oneshot - You Are the Reason

Requested?: No, please request, I need ideas…

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff? Kinda… I dunno what I’d call this

Reader's Relations: Blaine’s twin sister

Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, mentions of s*lf H*rm.

Other notes: Reader is trans, but it’s like not known information. The reader was born female but has been pretending to be male while at school. The first part is set during the former part of season 3. (M/n) means male name.

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I smiled to myself as I walked down the halls of McKinley towards the Choir Room after having been pointed the way by one of the students, my coat wrapped closely around me, covering up my Dalton blazer and tie. I soon came to the room, and knocked on the doorframe, due to the door being wide open, “I am sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if-” Before I could finish my sentence, Blaine had ran up and hugged me, nearly knocking the hat off my head, which would have revealed my longer hair.

“Oh, hello to you too, Little Brother. I missed you.”

“So who is this? Not that I care but just saying.”

Blaine let go of me and turned around to the rest of the group, “This is (Y-” I stepped on his foot giving him a glare, “My name is (M/n), I’m Blaine’s older brother. But that’s all you need to know,” I spoke, before turning to who I guessed was the teacher, “I came because I wanted to ask if I could try out for Glee Club. I recently transferred to McKinley from my old school.”

Before he could reply, Blaine had taken my wrist and pulled me over to the chairs, causing me to let go of my coat, revealing my school uniform underneath, leading to the same girl who’d spoken before to speak out, “Oh great. Mr Scheuster, are you really going to allow this? Some random guy walks in and doesn’t even need to try out? We don’t need two Warblers in our Glee Glub.”

I felt my eye twitching and I stood up turning to her, “Right. I will have you know, Little Miss Cheerleader, that I have no intention of leaking your ‘secrets’ to the Warblers. I left Dalton to come here.”

“Then how come you’re still in your uniform?”

“Because I wanted to have one last day in it before it gets ‘retired’ so to speak. If you want me to sing, I’ll sing,” I replied, taking my coat off completely and standing up. 

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gxTRx4uurxs&si=DoXoEmsCa-2vyYGv - the song is Dark Horse by Katy Perry

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“I’ve been thinking. How come you sing like a girl?”

I felt a small pang in my heart and my heart rate started to increase but before I could say anything, Mr Schuester had spoken up, “Santana, that’s enough.”

“No, I want to know. Tell us. Why do you look and dress like a guy, but you sing like a girl?”

Instead of responding, I just stood up and ran out of the Choir Room, ignoring the calls of my name for me to come back. I just ran to the Auditorium and walked onto the stage, thankful no one else was there.

“(M/n)?”

I looked up at the voice and smiled slightly at Blaine, “Hi.”

“You alright?”

I shook my head and soon felt him bring me into a hug, “Just know I’ll never judge you.”

“I know you won’t, but others might... I don’t think people are going to understand. I don’t feel comfortable as a girl.”

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“What’s on your mind, (M/n)? You’ve been zoning out the whole time.”

I sighed, swirling the straw of my smoothie around in the drink, “Seb, you know how when we started dating, we agreed we would and could tell each other anything?” He nodded and I took a deep breath, “Well, the thing is, I apologise, but I’ve been lying to you. I was born a girl. I was allowed to go to Dalton cause I cut my hair a bit shorter and wore a binder to cover my chest. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I’ve come to realise that I don’t feel comfortable with being a girl, so I’m going to undergo surgery to change my gender.”

Sebastian looked at me in shock before a smile took over his face, “That’s perfectly alright with me.”

I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders when I heard him say that and I returned his smile, hugging him, “This is why I love you, Seb.”

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I squeaked as I felt a hand hit my head, causing my hat to fall off, in turn revealing my longer hair. This caused the whole Glee Club, minus Blaine, to gasp and I felt my face turn bright red in both embarrassment and anger.

“I told you there was something off about this one. Why’s your hair so long?” Santana asked, getting closer to me, a smirk on her face, telling me she’d been the one to knock my hat off. I felt my heart rate increase and I sighed, “Fine, I’m a girl, but I don’t feel comfortable as a girl, which is why I never mentioned it to you guys. I wanted you to just see the new me rather than the old me,” I replied, “But, I’d rather that fact stayed in here.”

Over the next few weeks, I started to get pushed against the lockers and had several slushies thrown at me as well as hurtful words said to me. It got to the point where there were times that I was late to Glee Club because I had to wash the slushie out of my eyes and change clothes. Had I told anyone I was now being bullied? No. Was I going to? No. Then one day when I walked into Glee Club after just having finished washing a slushie out of my eyes, something snapped in me, and I completely broke down, sobbing. Immediately, Blaine had rushed over, rubbing my back, not asking why I was crying, even though I could tell he wanted to ask why I was crying, but he knew I’d speak when I was really. Eventually with some time, and help from the other Glee Club members, I’d calmed down enough to speak.

“(M/n)? What happened?”

“Someone leaked it to the rest of the school that I was a girl and since then, not a single day has gone by where I haven’t either been pushed against a locker or had a slushie thrown at me. That’s why I’m always late, I’ve been having to wash it off my face and out of my hair,” I responded before being wrapped in a hug.

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“Mr Schuester, before we begin, could I make a small announcement?” I asked, raising my hand, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“Of course, (M/n),” he replied, smiling at me. I stood up nervously, returning the smile and walked to the front, taking a deep breath, “So, over the past few months, I’ve been going through the process of changing my gender and… I had the surgery on Monday, which is why I haven’t been in since last week.”

Everyone’s faces erupted in smiles, and they all ran up giving me a massive group hug, but the moment was interrupted by a familiar voice, “So, does that mean that I’m back to being gay now?”

I immediately turned on my heel to see Sebastian leaning on the door frame, a smile on his face. I felt my heart pumping, knowing from that statement my friends would have worked out that we were dating, but before any of them could say anything, I’d sped over and grabbed his hand, dragging him out into the hallway, “What the Hell are you doing here?! Sebastian, you really shouldn’t be here. I mean, I’m happy to see you, but why?”

“Warblers practice was cancelled due to several of the boys being ill with the flu, the annoying thing about Boarding Schools, illnesses tend to spread more easily. Anyway, I came over 'cause I wanted to see you.”

“What you mean is you want to know what song we’re planning to beat you with at Sectionals, right?” I giggled out in a joking way, but when he stayed silent, I stopped laughing, “You’re not joking with me… That’s why you came?!”

“(M/n), please..”

“Please what? Do you even love me or was this just a cruel game to you?”

“Listen, I.. Fine, I’ll tell you. We need to break up.”

“What…? Why?” I asked, as the tears started to come to my eyes, “You’re joking this time, right?”

“No, I’m not. I’m sorry, (M/n), but it’s for your own happiness. Your friends know we’re dating now, and I know they don’t like me, so I’m saving you the job of breaking up with me when you eventually choose them over me.”

“But… I can explain to them. They’ll understand that there’s more to you than the ‘massive arsehole’ they see you as.”

“Maybe. But the point is, I know they don’t like me. Goodbye, (M/n),” and before I could say anything else, he’d turned around and was walking down the corridor away from me before slipping out of my sight. I wiped my now tear-stained eyes, and took a deep breath, trying to make it look like I hadn’t been crying and walked back into the choir room, walking straight over to my bag. I picked it up, took my headphones out and connected them to my phone, before walking back out, not saying a word to anyone. As I was about halfway down the corridor in the opposite direction to where Sebastian had gone, I felt a hand on my wrist. I sighed and paused my music, turning around to see Blaine there.

“What?”

“Why?” he asked, “Out of all the people you could choose, you pick him. Let’s not forget he threw a rock salt slushie at me, (M/n). Why?!”

“I thought, after I’d got to know him he was rather charming, but I can see you were, no, you all were right about him. He is just a heartless asshole.”

“Wait a minute... This is the same guy who you were singing praises about how nice he was to you all the time, literally yesterday, what changed your mind?”

“He broke up with me! Is that what you wanted to know?!” I all but screamed in Blaine’s face before reaching for my headphones again, “I’ll see you at home. There’s something I want to do.” I walked off, putting my headphones back on.

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I gave up trying to hold tears in and let them cascade down my face as I went through my locker, taking down all the photos of Sebastian and I. Most of them were him kissing my cheek while I wasn’t looking, or vice versa, all of which had been taken by other Warblers, them knowing of our relationship, and being sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone else, “There goes my heart beating ‘cause you are the reason, I'm losing my sleep. Please come back now and there goes my mind racing and you are the reason that I'm still breathing. I'm hopeless now.” I started singing softly to myself as I either tore up the pictures I didn’t want to keep, threw them in the bin, or, on the rare occasion that there was someone else in the photo, usually one or more of the other Warblers, I just scored out Sebastian’s face and put them in my bag so I wouldn’t have to see them whenever I opened my locker, I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken. Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason.” It was true, apart from Blaine, Sebastian had been the only one, prior to me telling the rest of the New Directions, about my dislike for my gender, and my want to change it, “There goes my hands shaking and you are the reason my heart keeps bleeding. I need you now and if I could turn back the clock, I'd make sure the light defeated the dark. I'd spend every hour, of every day keeping you safe…”

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“And I'd climb every mountain and swim every ocean just to be with you and fix what you've broken,” I sang out standing on the stage in the auditorium, as for some reason we’d had Glee Club in there rather than the choir room, “Oh, 'cause I need you to see that you are the reason…” The assignment for the week had been ‘Heartbreak’ and that song had been the first one that came to me after what had happened two days ago. I quickly took my seat again, not wanting anyone to see that I was about to burst into tears again, and tried to calm myself down.

That was when I heard my phone go off and I quickly took a look at the caller, gasped, and asked to be excused. Mr Schuester nodded, seeing that it was a phone call and I quickly thanked him, standing up and answering, dashing out of the auditorium, “Nick? Why are you calling me? I’m in Glee practice right now!”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice, (M/n), but I thought you’d want to know that your boyfriend is in the hospital.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Huh? But aren’t you and Sebastian dating?”

“No, he broke up with me, literally two days ago.”

“Oh..” Nick replied, and even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he had a surprised and confused look on his face, “Well, he didn’t turn up for Warblers practice yesterday and then Mr (Insert random teacher name) came and let us know this afternoon he’d been in an accident and was in the hospital. When me and Jeff got there, Sebastian’s parents told us he’d been talking about you since he woke up. It was something about ‘Must see (M/n). Need to say something’ or something like that. He needs you, please come…”

“Well, you can tell Sebastian to shove it up his arse. He broke up with me, claiming it ‘for my own happiness’, and said that it was ‘to save me the bother of doing it when I chose the New Directions over him because my friends hate him after he threw that slushie in Blaine’s face. Now is there anything else? Or can I go back to rehearsals?”

I heard Nick sigh on the phone, “It’s up to you, but just to say, I can tell he regrets breaking up with you.”

I just rolled my eyes and hung up, putting my phone away and walking back into the auditorium, sitting down.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded, “Yeah... just a family matter,” I replied, “It can wait until Blaine and I get home, Mr Schuester.”

“If it’s a ‘family matter’ then why wasn’t I told too?”

I rolled my eyes, “For crying out loud, Blaine. How can Mum call two people at once? She called me and asked me to tell you when I could. Which will be after Glee Club is over for the day.”

A few minutes later, we were finished and I saw Blaine take out his phone and message someone. His phone dinged and he turned to me after checking it, “Why did you lie to Mr Schuester about that phone call? Mum said she never called you.”

I bit my lip, “Because no one would actually care about the truth anyway. Plus I’m still trying to decide myself on what to do. Sebastian’s in the hospital. It was Nick who called me earlier to tell me. He said something about an accident and that Sebastian had been wanting to talk to me since he woke up. I’m not going though.”

“(M/n). You should go and see him. If he wants to talk to you, should should at least do that for him.”

“Oh, so you’re on his side now? Blaine ‘He-threw-a-rock-salt-slushie-at-me’ Anderson. Why are you saying I should go and see him in the hospital? I thought you didn’t want me to be with him.”

“While I still don’t like the idea of him dating you. If he wants to talk to you, you should go. Perhaps he wants to apologise.”

“What? Like how he apologised for nearly blinding you?”

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However, Blaine managed to get me to go and see Sebastian and I was surprised to see him lying on the bed, a heart rate monitor attached to his arm, and his forearms covered in bandages. Only his forearms… everywhere else was clean, well apart from his hands and face having bloodstains on them… That’s when I worked it out…

“Alright, out with it. Why did you want me to come? And why’d Nick lie to me about you being in an accident? This clearly was not an ‘accident’. You did this to yourself.”

“(M/n)? You came?”

“Obviously… Now answer my questions,” I replied, tapping my finger on my arm, an unimpressed look on my face.

“Mum, please can we be alone?” Sebastian asked, turning to his mother, who had been sitting by the bed, reading a book. She stood up and left, not before giving me a ‘This is all your fault’ glare. I gulped and walked closer, to Sebastian after his mother had left the room, knowing she, for some reason, blamed me for Sebastian trying to kill himself.

“Now, answer my questions. Why did you want me to come?”

“All three are connected. The answers to your questions, I mean. I wanted you to come because I wanted to see you, I did this to myself because of how I hurt you. I still love you and I couldn’t live with myself after seeing your face when I broke up with you. A face like yours should only ever have happy tears streaming down the cheeks. My mother told me to break up with you. I know she doesn’t like you, but I couldn't disappoint her, I regretted breaking up with you after I saw your face. Finally, I asked Nick to tell you I was in the hospital. Honestly, he didn’t know the whole truth either, all he knew was I’d managed to slice both my arms, so he probably just assumed it was some form of accident. Could you ever forgive me?”

I gulped and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks, the beeping of the heart-rate monitor slowing down.

“(M/n). Please. I need to know if you forgive me. The doctors said I still don’t have enough blood in my body to go on for too long, but I want to know if you forgive me before it’s too late.”

“Do you promise you’re telling the truth? You didn’t want to break up with me?”

“Yes, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t want to break up with you, my mother forced me to.”

“Sebastian, what’s your blood type?”

“Why… Wait… Really?”

“Just tell me your blood type, Smythe,” I replied leaning down and gently hugging him.

“A-, does that-” Before Sebastian could finish his sentence, a nurse had walked through the door, “Oh hello, are you-”

“Let me donate blood. Please. I’ve got the same blood type. I’m begging you.”

“(M/n), you don’t have to.”

“Yes. I do, Seb. Please, Miss Nurse. I know I’ve got the same blood type as him. I can give him blood, just let me.”

“Are you sure? If so I’ll go and get a doctor.”

I nodded eagerly, “Yes. I can tell Sebastian doesn’t have enough blood in his body due to all he lost and I know it’s at a point where he could die due to the blood loss. Please.”

The nurse smiled at me and nodded, “Okay. I’ll need your name so we can double-check you have the same blood type. Then a doctor should be in.”

“Of course. (M/n) Anderson, although it might still be written as (Y/n).”

“Thank you. A doctor should be in in a few minutes.”

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About 15 minutes later, Sebastian’s heart rate was back up to what it should be and his mother came back in. I stood up from the chair I’d been in and let go of Sebastian’s hand, my heart racing as I knew she was going to do something to me, probably saying I’d overstayed my welcome and shouldn’t be there so I closed my eyes, bracing myself for impact, but was surprised when I was wrapped in a hug. My eyes shot open and I blinked at her words, “Thank you. You saved my  son’s life!”

“Y-you’re welcome Mrs Smythe. I was just doing what anyone would do seeing a person in ne-Wait a minute, don’t you hate me? Why are you hugging me?”

“You saved my son’s life, and I can see that you make him happy. I apologise for forcing him to break up with you.”

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“A-are you sure you okay with having Sebastian as a brother-in-law, Blaine?” I asked as he helped me tie the bow tie on my tux, as I’d never been good at it and he was an expert.

“If you’re happy, (M/n). I am. I know he was not very nice and did some bad things, but I know you love him and I am willing to put my dislike for him aside for your happiness, as you are my brother.”

I smiled and hugged him as he finished tying the bow tie, “Thanks, Blaine. You are the best brother ever.”

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So this is over 3500 words… It’s been in my drafts half-written for ages, and only recently did I get an idea to finish it. It morphed into this and is now very long… Oh well… Curse the over-creative brain, and I have another Glee oneshot idea which will be the next one to be written.