(Prompt: MtF anybody. I'd like one of our boys [here Robin] to actually be a girl, and nobody knows that and she can't "pass" like she'd want to, even if she gets ahold of hormones and is on them no one can tell some sudden difference.) "It's stupid. If she doesn't want to tell them, why does she want them to notice?"

"Humes believe any viera they meet is a female," Fran says, with a tilt of her head that he is coming to recognise as her equivalent of a shrug. "It is my luck that their expectations match my self and my misfortune that they do not often encompass my body." Balthier nods. He is tall, and slim, and he, too, is lucky. Set c. 701 OV.

He has always known who he is; it just took him a while to figure it out. (An AU take on how Tony Stark became Tony Stark.)

As a rule, Commander Fox avoided direct contact with the Guard's shinies. It was better not to know them, to let them see her as the intimidating Marshal Commander and let her reputation as a hard-ass scare them into following the rules and regulations that would keep them safe. But when she stumbled across a shiny in need of some comfort, Fox did her best to provide.

And, well. He gets impatient when he’s already in pain. He’s still got fifteen minutes until the meeting is set to begin, and the chances of him slapping Mr. Smith-Harguson so hard that the man’s toupee flies off are rising exponentially by the second. Yeah, that settles it. He needs an excuse to get out of here, and he needs it fast. - for the prompt 'jason todd, lover of fake kidnappings, meets tim drake, lover of chaos', but it... got out of hand. happy pride