Wilbur soot x reader !c !r //trans reader // Fundy x reader !p !c
Pronouns used: he/him
Warnings: fluff! all transphobia will be blocked and deleted!
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"Hey bud how you doing?" I looked over to Floris, who was fidgeting on her feet. She was being shyer then usual, a little strange considering she's usually more of an active child.
"Dad?" I hummed in response, I was happy when Wilbur accepted me into his family and Floris looked at me as a parental figure. "How did you know when- When you didn't feel like a girl anymore?" I froze for a second before smiling to myself.
"Hypothetically tho, it's for a um friend." I nodded putting my stacks of papers in the corner of my desk before kneeling down to Floris's height moving little pieces of hair.
"Lets say hypothetically, your friend was feeling less connected to themselves. Unsure of how they feel about their body and how they look at themselves in the mirror." I took a notice of the jagged cuts and split ends of her hair.
"They start to cut little pieces of their hair, and disclose the features of their prominent gender until they feel like themselves." I grabbed a small book from my desk patting the bed for her to sit down.
"Who's that?" She asked as I flipped through the old pages, little tea stains and tears in the paper. Truly aged with time, "That's me when I was younger." The thirteen year olds eyebrows ruffled.
"You look different, more feminine." I chuckled gently tracing the old photos with my finger. "This photo was when I was what, 10? Not much younger then you, god I looked terrible with that dress."
I looked over at my child who sat laughing at the different photos in the album, smiling at the ones with me and Wilbur. Young and inlove they said..
"Hey Floris-" "I'd prefer Fundy, if that's okay." I smiled looking down at my lap. "Fundy. I like it, it suits you." I looked over at Fundy scratching behind his ears watching him giggle. "This isn't so hypothetical, now is it?" He shook his head as I perked up.
I grabbed his hand dragging the both of us to the bathroom, seating him onto a little stool. "Lets deal with this little hair situation we have here." I saw Fundy twitch nervously in his seat, tensing up as I grabbed the scissors.
"You're going to look absolutely handsome comet." I said placing my chin ontop of his head, wrapping comforting arms around his neck from behind.
Over the past couple months I had adapted the tendency to call Fundy, 'comet.' Little nicknames that swoop off the tongue.
He slowly calmed down as more and more clumps of ginger hair fell onto the ground, a mess for later. Making sure to be careful around his ears, small snips from the scissors. The masterpiece slowly coming together.
I gazed as Fundy reached up to pat his head, the fluffy short curls easily going through his finger. "It's going to take some time to get used to comet, now want to show papa?" I noticed how he grimaced at the mentioning of his father.
"I don't think I want to show him yet.." The small fox muttered barley audible. "That's completely fine, but you know you have to show him sooner or later. He loves you either way champ."
Fundy nodded continuing to run fingers through his hair, tail wagging back and forth. "How about you try on some of my clothes, I might have something that'll fit you."
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We spent the next hour trying on different clothes, most of them either too small or too big. "Goodness comet, when did you grow up so much." I laughed passing on a olive green bomber jacket.
To my knowlage, it was once wilburs whom gave it to me after our second date. Now I'm able to pass it onto our son. "They're a little big, but I think it works." He twirled in the mirror showing off his new wardrobe.
I heard the door open out in the hallway shutting my eyes closed trying to think. "Fundy, love. Your dads home now and I think it's time for you to tell him." I rubbed Fundys arm soothingly.
"What if he gets mad?" I felt bad for laughing bringing the boy into a hug. "Comet, you realize your father has a transgender partner." "Yeah but you're his lover, not his child."
I stepped back in a slight of disbelief, "Fundy, Wilbur loves you for who you are? Now I'm going to go say hello, come out when your ready dear."
I smiled seeing my lover in the kitchen, as he welcomed me with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "How was seeing Tommy today?" I asked as we swayed in the kitchen.
"Tiring as always, but I always love seeing my brother. I was wondering, maybe we could move closer to this land." I placed my hand on his chest looking into Wilburs eyes.
"I mean we could get a place, build somewhere we can be free and raise Fundy and maybe another child of our own." I smiled leaning up on my tip ties to kiss his nose, "That would be perfect."
I stepped back to lean against the counter as Wilbur finsihed setting all his stuff down. "Wheres Floris, I've been waiting to see my little star." I fidgeted with the hem of my sweater.
"Floris? Oh dear what happened to your hair." Wilbur questioned kneeling down infront of Fundy. The child keeping his gaze on me.
"Y/n did you cut her hair? Why wouldnt you wait till I got home, we could've discussed this. Oh sweetie your wearing my jacket." Wilbur frantically spouted out, tone a little harsher.
"Papa please." Wilbur stopped to look at his child, gently grabbing Fundys cheek. "I wanted to cut my hair, I want to be like the both of you." Fundy pleaded, as I looked at my boys smiling.
Silence fell upon the quaint kitchen, gears running through Wilburs head as he processes this newfound information. "Do you have another name you'd like to be called."
"Fundy." Will nodded looking at me. "You helped him?" I mumbled a small yes grinning to myself. He got up walking to me placing a kiss ontop of my head. "Thank you, love."
"What um, do you need anything? Like a binder or maybe some new clothes." He asked with an arm still wrapped around me. "That'd be nice.." I put one of my arms out so I could hug Fundy.
"My beautiful son."
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