Various x FtM Reader (Parent Preferences & One Shots)

Gamora & Carol Danvers Catch-Up

Gamora

You Coming  Out:

Cw: you call her mom

Every once in a while, Gamora would take you astray from the rest of the Guardians so that you could spend some time together. You knew that you'd have to come out to the rest of the Guardians eventually, but you thought that she should be the first to know.

There was a path between a line of buildings, and a hill that you could easily look over and see the view below. There were rolling hills, and mountains, as well as a few villages. It was almost like what Quill described Earth to be, except this world was blue with splashes of purple, orange, and yellow.

"Mom, can I tell you something?"

"What is it?" Her voice was devoid of any roughness or sarcasm. She spoke to you softer than she spoke to any of the other Guardians, but the tone wasn't exactly genuine, nor reassuring. She hadn't leapt to the scenario that you may have stolen something, but she hadn't crossed it out, either.

"I, um...I don't really think I'm a girl."

"Okay...could you explain that a bit more?"

"Well...I don't know, it's just...Peter was talking about how on Earth there are men and women, and about their roles and everything. I thought I just didn't like the idea of being a woman because Drax always talks about how he wanted to save his wife and daughter, and I don't really like the idea of needing to be saved. I can protect myself and take care of myself. But I asked Peter what the difference was, and I realized I don't like the idea of being a woman."

Gamora sighed, looking slightly annoyed as she looked into the distance. After a while, she looked back at you, and affection couldn't help but show in her eyes. "Peter doesn't know everything about the universe. I'm sure whatever you're experiencing is perfectly normal. He hasn't been to Earth in a long time. Is that the only reason you brought this up? Just so I wouldn't see you as a woman?"

"No, I wanted to tell you because I actually want to go by another name."

"Okay, and what'll that be?"

You told her what you wanted to be called, and how you wanted the Guardians to know. Most of them didn't seem to understand why you were so concerned with this 'gender' thing, but they accepted you nonetheless, and didn't really bring it up unless there was a reason to.

You Being Sick:

When you're sick, it's likely everyone else will be sick. She mostly sets up a space of you at the back of the ship with lots of blankets and pillows—anything plush she can find. Drax often finds you wrapped up in one of his blankets, and tries to take it back from you. This often results in Quill trying to keep Gamora and Drax from fighting each other.

She's very protective of you, and doesn't let anyone other than Groot come near you because she knows Groot will entertain you in a less-dangerous way than the others. Luckily, you don't get sick very often.

What She Used to Call You & What She Calls You Now:

She calls you whatever name your prefer. She never had any nicknames or petnames growing up, so she didn't give you any. This is also partially because she didn't know anyone even gave their children petnames (she barely knows people call their partners petnames). Quill the the only one who ever calls you nicknames or petnames.

Carol

You Coming Out:
D/n: dead name

Carol never expected you to be too feminine in the first place. When you came into her life, she never had set expectations as to how you were going to present yourself, or how you were going to act, or who you were going to like. The only expectation she had was that she would take care of you, and protect you no matter what. She had a dangerous job, and you grew up surrounded by aliens—she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of protecting you.

When you came out, she felt no different.

You had tried to tell her multiple times, but you got interrupted every time. Until one day, the words just came out. They didn't come out properly, but they came out.

"Hey, d/n. What do you want for dinner?" Carol called to you from the kitchen—you were in the dining room, admittedly getting frustrated with your homework. The stress clouding your thoughts is likely what caused your next words to be:

"It's y/n now, and pizza is fine."

You didn't fully register what you said, and Carol wasn't entirely sure she heard you correctly. She had a few friends who were trans—being in the community herself, she ended up finding herself in the company of other people who were LGBT. And now it seemed like her child was no exception.

She walked into the dining room, and stood in the doorway.

"Okay, then y/n. What do you want on your pizza?"

After you told her, she nodded.

"Got it, and do you want a haircut? New clothes?"

You felt a blush spread over your cheeks as you started to quietly explain that you were trans. She smiled after you explained how you wanted to be addressed and agreed to getting some new clothes—it was in between a genuine, soft smile and a smirk. She walked over to you, and ruffled your hair.

"Sounds good, kiddo. Pizza will be here in 15 minutes."

She told you to take the rest of the night off, and the two of you spent time together. She had to leave the next day, but she returned three days later. You were a little concerned that she may have forgotten, especially when she didn't treat you differently, and called you 'kid' when she walked in like she always did. But when there was a pause in your routine, she hugged you and told you that she was proud of you—even though she didn't say it earlier when you first told her.

She explained that she was so casual about it because she had always been around people who didn't exactly fit the "norm", and because she had never had those expectations for you. She just wanted you to be yourself.

You Being Sick:
Cw: you call her mom

Your throat started feeling scratchy in the afternoon. You brushed it off as you being tired, or thirsty. You drank some water, and went about your day. But as the evening progressed, it didn't go away, and by that night, you felt so much worse.

You got up out of bed, and made your way to Carol's room—being unable to sleep.

"Mom?" Your voice is hoarse, and quieter than you thought. She doesn't stir. You swallow uncomfortably, and brace yourself for needing to talk again.

"Mom?" You speak a bit louder and flinch at the feeling in your throat.

She blinks up at you sleepily.

"What's wrong, kiddo?"

"My throat." You croak.

"Are you sick?"

You nod.

"Okay. Come on, let's take a look."

She used a flashlight to look at your throat, and took your temperature. She knew you had strep from the times she'd had it. Luckily, she had the medicine that normally helped her. She rubbed your back as you swallowed the medicine—bracing yourself for the pain and the fowl taste. She went back to your room with you, and sat with you until you fell asleep.

She called you in sick at school, and made sure someone else would be able to cover any of the missions she had. The next day, you slept in, and she brought you something to eat and drink when you woke up. She spent as much time as possible with you while you were sick.

What She Used to Call You & What She Calls You Now:

She's always called you kid/kiddo. When you were younger she'd call you pumpkin or sweetie pie, but she's never been the biggest fan of petnames, so as you got older she started calling you kid. She occasionally calls you dude as a joke. She doesn't treat you much differently after you came out, and she doesn't use different petnames.