Various x FtM Reader (Parent Preferences & One Shots)

How They'd React to You Coming Out [Sherlock]

Cw: being called your dead name & mentions of anxiety

d/n = dead name

y/pro = your pronouns

Sherlock:

Today was the day. You had backed out too many times, but now you had to. Unfortunately, Sherlock was gone later than he originally intended. He felt comfortable enough to let Mrs. Hudson watch you. 

You stayed up in your room—you told Mrs. Hudson you were going to bed so that you wouldn't worry her. But really, you sat in bed, with the light on and a book in your lap, despite you being too nervous to read.

He always came in to check on you—regardless of how late he got back. When you were younger, you would stay awake, but you got more used to him getting home late as you got older. You knew he'd be back, and sitting in the kitchen in the morning. 

A little after 1 in the morning, you heard the front door open, and the sound of footsteps coming towards your room.

There was a brief knock, before the door opened.

"D/n? Are you okay?" Sherlock asked, he still had his coat and scarf on from being inside—he was used to you being asleep.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course." He said, he closed the door behind him, and walked over to your bed, and sat next to you.

"I-I think...or, no, I am trans." You said, looking at him nervously—he focused so much on facts and logic that you didn't know how he would react, so you began to ramble. "And I know it doesn't make much sense...I'll try to explain it when I'm not as tired, and you can ask any questions you have, but it just...feels right..."

He nodded, slowly. "So you feel like a boy."

"I'm not sure...I feel more like a boy than a girl."

"Okay. I suppose that makes some sense."

"What do you mean?"

"It was impossible to get you to wear dresses, and you always stared at the 'boys' stuff when we took you shopping." He briefly explained. 

"So...you're fine with it?"

"Of course I'm fine with it. I never understood traditional gender roles in the first place, but people are so insistent about them. It's silly, really. Besides, you're my child, so of course I love you." The last part he said slightly faster, but he pulled you into a warm hug.

You fell into it sleepily, closing your eyes a bit.

"Do you want me to call you something else now?" He asked.

You nodded against his chest. "Y/n...and I want to go by [y/pro]."

"Okay...goodnight, y/n." He whispered.

"Goodnight." You mumbled, still laying in his lap. He let you stay there until you fell asleep, then he tucked you in, and curled up on the bed next you you, feeling too tired to go to his room, or even take off his shoes.

John:
Cw: mentions of improper binding & having a plan if you had to leave

The both of you were working in the same room on different things. You were working on your homework at the table, and John was writing up his last case with Sherlock on his blog.

The atmosphere was calm—even welcoming—it gave no indication of the anxiety wrapping around your bones. You had been thinking about telling him for a while now, and today just might be the day.