#ftm!trans remus

[ericacherrys-blog]

Wanna know what happens when you get sent to horny jail?

[raphael-angele]

Meeting Regulus

Set on Sirius' 4th year, Regulus' 3rd. First year back since his transition, Regulus sits with Sirius in their train car cuz he's not ready to face the Skittles yet.

Regulus: ...you sure your friends wont mind me sitting here?

Sirius: 'course not.

---Remus, The Casual One---

Remus, entering: Hi, Sirius.

Sirius: Hey, Remus.

Remus, noticing Regulus: Oh, hi... *recognizes him* Reg-

Sirius: Regulus, this is Remus. Remus, this is my brother, Regulus.

Remus: Brother?

Sirius: Yeah. Sorry, you two haven't offically met yet, have you? Three years in Hogwarts and I never introduced you two to each other.

Remus:

Regulus: Uhm, we've met actually.

Sirius: You have?

Remus: We have?

Regulus: Yeah. The library? You helped me get the books from the higher shelves?

Remus: ...Oh, right! Wow. You've grown much taller since.

Sirius: He has. He's almost taller than me.

Remus: Well, in case you don't know yet, I'm also your brother's friend and the one responsible with keeping him out of trouble

Sirius: HEY!

---Peter, The Friendly One---

Peter, entering: Hey, guys.

Remus: Hey, Pete

Sirius: Hey, mate.

Peter: *notices Regulus* Oh, hello. Who's he?

Sirius: Peter, this is Regulus. He's my brother.

Peter: I didn't know you had a brother.

Sirius: What are you talking about? He's been going here for three years. And I always talk about him

Peter: ...You do?

Sirius: Yeah.

Peter: ...Really?

Regulus: Well, you're in 4th year, I'm in 3rd so, we probably don't see each other often.

Peter, recognizing him: Oh, wait, I do see you around. Aw, now I feel bad. I didn't know you were Sirius' brother.

Sirius: Well, now you do!

Peter: Yeah, now that I look at you, you kinda do look like Sirius. Almost like carbon copies.

Sirius: Well, he got his looks from me

Regulus:

---James, The Dumbass---

James, entering: Gentlemen! Your 2nd best form of entertainment has arrived!

Remus: 2nd best?

James: Sirius already called dibs on being the first.

Remus:

James: Anyways, I am here, and I- *sees Regulus*

Regulus, watching out the window: *turns to look at James*

James' Perspective: flowers floating around, a halo floating on Regulus' head, light shining down just right, everything in slow motion, "Take my breath away" playing in the background

Sirius: James?

James: Peter, move *shoves Peter to the side and sits next to Regulus*

Everyone:

James: And who is this charming young prince sitting with us today?

Everyone:

Sirius: This is Regulus.

James: Regulus. A star that shines so brightly in the night sky. *takes Regulus' hand* And a fitting name for one who is undoubtedly *kisses his hand* a king.

Everyone:

Regulus: ...Siri...

Sirius: James. Let. Go. Of. My. Brother's. Hand

James, looks at Sirius then back at Regulus: To be continued. *kisses his hand*

Regulus: *pulls his hand away*

Train Attendant: Any of you fancy a snack, dears?

Peter: Oh! Fizzing whizzbees, please.

Remus: 2 Chocolate frogs, please.

Sirius: I'll take a pack of Exploding Bonbons. Reg, you want anything?

Regulus: Do they have Peppermint Toads?

Sirius: And a pack of-

James: We'll take the lot!

Everyone:

James, to Regulus: You can have all the Peppermint Toads you want and more, my prince.

Everyone:

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Draco at the Potters for dinner

James: Draco, we’re so happy to have you here

Draco: Thank you Mr. Potter

Sirius: *constantly judging Draco*

Remus: Oh come on Sirius. Aren’t you happy that Harry got a boyfriend?

Sirius: Harry, you know that he’s your second cousin right?

Regulus: Well at least he’s following the family tradition

Remus: *spits out his tea*

James: wtf just happened…

*Harry and Draco totally traumatised*

[twink-remus-lupin]

haven’t posted my art on this account yet but here’s a little remus sketch bc i’m bored :]

[regulus-cannot-swim]

Headcannon that ftm Regulus' period synchs to around the full moon, so both Remus and Regulus usually end up cuddling together on one of the common room couches, grouchy and crampy.

Bonus if James and Sirius wait hand and foot on them, even before Starchaser and Wolfstar got together.

[mind0zone]

Regulus didn’t get to cut his hair until after Sirius ran away in his third year. Regulus went to school for two years straight with long curled hair. Regulus went to school sent with the girls dressed robes and pretty headbands.

It wasn’t till Sirius ran away that his parents accepted him being trans and cut his hair for him so they could have an heir.

Suddenly having a hair cut and being sent with the male uniform and robes was less pleasing as Regulus thought, cause it did make him feel like a man, it just made him feel like a replacement of Sirius.

[cookihearts]

[northlt03]

James trying to flirt: I love your name

Trans!Regulus: Thanks, i picked it myself

[gender-thief2]

obsessed with remus lupin in a very normal, non-trans way

[trohpi]

Hiya ^^

I heard that you take one-shot requests with trans characters and so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with this...

I git the idea bc I just got my fcking period (suxks as a trans person) and needed some comfort so I thought trans!Sirius (ftm) having his period after hogwarts where he and Remus live together and he feels like sh!t because he's bleeding out and it's giving him dysphoria and then Remus takes care of him and makes him hot chocolate.

I'd rely appreciate it. Thank you so much <3

hello!! hope youre feeling better, periods can be tough ik. this will actually be my first request, sorry it took longer than expected. i hope i did your idea justice and that you enjoy <3

wolfstar w/ ftm sirius • 2.4k words • cw: periods, dysphoria

cross-posted to ao3

Sirius wakes to the sound of incessant meowing and a low ache in his gut. Bleary-eyed and sleepy as he is, he doesn’t even register the pain at first. He shifts under rumpled sheets, mid-morning sun flooding the room and blinding him. A ball of splotchy tri-coloured fur sits in the window sill, pawing at the glass and disrupting the blackout curtains Sirius insisted they have in the bedroom. Unwanted light filters through the window and he groans.

“Linette,” Sirius calls, voice thick and almost whiny with sleep. “What are you doing?”

She only meows again, tail twitching eagerly as she watches whatever it is that has caught her attention outside. Likely a bird or a squirrel, or perhaps one of the bunnies that moved into the backyard. Sirius huffs and moves to sit up, aiming to grab Linette and exile her to the living room, when a painfully familiar cramping of the abdomen hits him and Sirius’ mouth goes dry.

All remnants of sleep wash away in an instant, leaving him hyper-aware of every feeling, every minute sensation in his body. The incoming headache, the tight soreness of his lower muscles, and— Sirius discovers with a shudder as he shifts— the warm wetness of his underwear.

“Fuck,” Sirius mumbles, a sick feeling churning within. He quickly gets up, swallowing thickly at the small blood stain on the pale blue sheets. Moony just bought those, he thinks fuzzily, and suddenly he feels the urge to cry.

Sirius’ periods have always been irregular, no way to consistently track them, and it’s only gotten harder in the months since he’s started his masculinization potions. It's almost worse when he’s blindsided like this, wholly caught off guard by the onslaught of hormones and emotions. At least when he knows it’s coming, he can mentally prepare. This time, his walls were down, and now his mind buzzes as he stares at the stained sheets below.

He can’t handle this right now. He quickly looks away, resolving to deal with it later. Numbly, he scoops up a squirmy Linette from the window sill and makes his way out of the room.

Remus is curled up on the sofa, cup of too-sweet coffee cradled delicately in scarred fingers as he reads a book, the Muggle one his mother gave him when they moved in last month. He perks up at the sound of footsteps, turning to see Sirius in the hall entrance. The small, fond smile on his face quickly falls into a concerned frown when he sees the paleness of his face and tense line of his body.

Sirius’ breath hitches, a tangled mess of emotion swelling within him. He wants to not exist, and yet he wants so desperately for Remus to hold him, to cradle him just as delicately as he would the chipped porcelain mug he drinks from every morning.

Remus sits up, setting the well-loved mug aside as his book falls facedown on the cushion beside him. “Cariad?”

Sirius’ eyes well with tears, but they don’t fall. Sirius hates crying, has hated it since he was a child and his mother would punish him for it. Even now, nearly three years since he got out of that house, he can’t shake the urge to bottle everything up and hide.

Linette squirms in his arms again, dragging him back to reality. Sirius sniffles, letting her drop to the floor. The mostly-white calico wastes no time sprinting back to the bedroom, no doubt to meow at the window once more, but Sirius hardly pays attention to that. No, his eyes are locked on his boyfriend, who has already made his way over to him with an air of worry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, hands twitching as if he wants to reach out but is unsure if that would be okay. It would be. Sirius craves his touch, always will.

Sirius reaches out and tangles their fingers together for him, squeezing harshly as if doing so will tether them together.

“There’s blood on the sheets,” he mutters, and the concern melts into understanding.

“That’s alright,” Remus says softly, squeezing back. “I’ll handle the bed, you go take a bath.”

Sirius immediately shakes his head. “No, Moony, you don’t have to—”

“Sirius, it’s okay. I want to do this for you.”

“But…” Sirius chews on his lip, looking away shamefully. “It’s gross, Rem.”

Remus reaches up and gently grips his chin, tilting his head up to make Sirius look at him. His hazel eyes are tender and reassuring, immediately making Sirius melt just a bit.

“How many times have you cleaned up blood from my sheets after a full moon, Sirius?”

“It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Not at all. That blood isn’t from… from down there.”

“It’s just blood, love,” Remus says patiently. “Doesn’t matter where it came from.”

He hesitates, chewing on his lip once more. On one hand, he thinks he’ll end up in a ball of tears if he tries to clean the sheets himself, but on the other hand, he can’t help but feel self-conscious. Despite having been together for close to two years, Remus hasn’t seen that yet. Sirius has made sure of it. Sure, he’s been there during his period— he’s cuddled him and helped fulfil his cravings and warmed up the Muggle heating pad Lily gave him in their fourth year— but he hasn’t actually seen the blood. Sirius’ dysphoric mind is convinced that he will be disgusted with Sirius and his body when he sees it, even if he knows that Remus would never.

“I can see you spiralling,” Remus mutters, running his thumb along the backs of the other man’s knuckles. Sirius sighs.

“Sorry, I just—”

“Sirius,” he says softly. “Let me help you, please?”

He swallows thickly and, before he can change his mind, says, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Remus repeats with a smile, tugging him closer and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Now, go take a nice long bath, cariad. I’ll have your heating pad and a cuppa waiting for you when you’re done.”

Sirius hums, a warm feeling settling in his chest. “Switch the tea for a cup of that special hot chocolate your mother sent and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“A cup of mam’s hot chocolate it is, then,” Remus says easily and Sirius feels a small smile slip on his face, his first one all morning.

“You’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good.” The other man puts some space between them and before Sirius can even mourn the loss, he’s being gently shoved in the direction of the bathroom. “Now go. I’ll get your clothes too once you’re in the tub.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “Thank you, Moons.”

“Of course, love.”

And with that, Sirius moves down the hall and stops by their bedroom. He grabs his wand and some of his clothes— minus the fuzzy knit sweater, which is actually Remus’ and two sizes too big— and makes his way to the large, tiled bathroom. The door shuts behind him with a quiet snick and, carefully avoiding eye contact with the mirrors, he quickly casts blurring charms on them all. He usually doesn’t have to resort to such measures, rather comfortable in his body now that he’s been magically transitioning for over a year, but his periods always bring about a particular sense of discomfort regarding his appearance.

Trying his best not to let his thoughts drift negatively, he strips off his bloodied clothes and sends them to the laundry hamper in their bedroom with a flick of his wand.

The water is warm and relaxing when he sinks into the tub, soothing aches he didn’t even realise he had. Sirius sighs, letting his head fall back against the tile and his eyes fall shut.

Sirius had almost thought that he was done with periods. He hasn’t bled in months, and he had just started getting his hopes up that the potions had finally stopped his cycle as they were meant to, but no. He feels a bit defeated, if he’s being honest with himself. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle this on his own.

But you’re not on your own, a voice in his head reminds him as he begins to clean himself.

And the thing is, the voice is right. He has Remus.

Sirius has always had trouble seeking help from others, most especially those he’s close to. It always sparks a sense of shame. Maybe his mother moulded that into him, or maybe he was always like this. Whatever the reason, he struggles.

Remus tells him it’s okay to need help sometimes. Sirius knows that, logically. He’s been on the receiving end of that request more times than he can count for Remus— in the days leading up to and following the full moon he needs all the help he can get. He also knows that if someone cares about you, they won’t mind lending a hand when you need it. It just takes some getting used to, Sirius supposes. The care, the support, the concern.

He is getting used to it, slowly but surely. Has to, when he lives with Remus Lupin of all people. His tall, scarred, mean-looking werewolf boyfriend is actually the softest and most loving person he has ever met, and he refuses to let Sirius get away with shutting him out.

Sirius loves him even more for it.

Only a couple minutes later finds him dripping onto the bath mat, towel wrapped tightly around his waist as pink-tinged water swirls down the drain. He quickly pulls on Remus’ sweater and begins rummaging through the cabinets, searching for his cloth pads. He finds one buried underneath a pile of hair scrunchies and he places the pad in his boxers, securing it with a light sticking charm just so he doesn’t have to worry or think about it.

He tugs on his baggy sweatpants with a wince, lower muscles cramping in protest at the lack of soothing warmth now that he’s left the bath. It’s not quite bad enough to need a pain relieving potion just yet, especially not before he’s got his hands on his heating pad, but he can already tell this one will be rough.

At least he’ll have Remus to help him through it, even if he has to force Sirius to let him do so.

Sirius feels a bit like a wet cat as his damp curls drip onto the muted orange sweater he stole borrowed. He quickly grabs his abandoned wand off the counter and casts a quick drying spell, feeling the weight disappear off his head as his curls become light and bouncy once more. With a huff of satisfaction, he slips his wand into his pocket and opens the bathroom door to leave. Immediately, he hears a pleased mrrrp followed by Linette darting between his legs, purring and rubbing all the while. He chuckles, bending over to scratch at her cheeks.

“Finally more interested in me than the birds outside the window, huh, ma pépette?”

Linette purrs even louder in reply, rubbing so aggressively against his hands that she nearly stabs herself in the eye with his fingers. Sirius snorts inelegantly and scoops her up, letting her perch herself comfortably on his shoulder before he finally steps out of the bathroom.

Immediately he can smell the faintest hint of chocolate and nutmeg wafting from the kitchen. Warmth bubbles in his chest as he shuffles into the living room. On the sofa sits the quilt Effie gifted them when they moved in, Sirius’ heating pad folded with care on his seat. Gentle music plays from the wireless and he has to bite back a soft smile. Merlin, he loves this man.

“Have a nice bath, love?”

Sirius turns to see Remus standing in the doorway, two steaming mugs held in his hands. Linette chirps happily at the sight of him, and Sirius privately agrees.

“It was alright,” he hums lightly. “S’that for me?”

“Ah, no, actually. Figured I’d get two hot chocolates all to myself while my poor, sweet boyfriend wastes away on the couch all by himself.”

“How utterly cruel of you, Moons. I’m heartbroken.”

Remus snickers. “Go sit down, Pads.”

“Mm, alright.”

Sirius plops down on the couch, jostling Linette whose tail flicks in displeasure, and burrows under the cosy red quilt. Before Sirius can even think to do it himself, Remus has set the mugs down on the end table and grabbed the heating pad.

“Rem, I can—”

“No, I’ve got it,” he reassures. “Drink your hot chocolate, I’ll set this up.”

“If you say so,” Sirius says a bit reluctantly.

Linette drops off his shoulder onto the couch cushion next to him as he reaches for one of the mugs.

The first sip is heaven, always is. Hope Lupin’s hot chocolate recipe is a gift from Merlin himself.

“Godric, this is fantastic,” Sirius groans delightedly. Remus chuckles as he plugs in the heating pad.

“Isn’t it?”

“Tell your mother she’s a saint for me next time you phone her.”

“‘Course, Pads,” Remus says as he walks back over, careful to avoid tripping on the cord. Linette hops down and starts smelling it curiously.

“C’mon, baban, leave it alone,” he chides while batting her away gently.

“Aw, leave her be, Remus! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could chew on the cord and be electrocuted,” he deadpans. Sirius blinks.

“Right. Forgot Muggle technology is utterly terrifying. Carry on, then.”

Remus snorts and picks her up, setting her on Sirius’ lap which has already started to warm up. She purrs, cuddling into the heat and closing her eyes contentedly. Sirius runs a hand through her fur while he takes another sip from his mug. A weight settles next to him on the couch as Remus cuddles up to his side, reaching over him to grab his own hot chocolate from the end table.

Sirius hums happily, tilting his body into Remus’ and melting against the cushions. A little peck on his temple makes a soft grin slide on his face and he lets his eyes fall shut.

“Thank you for this, Moons.”

A hand reaches out to tangle with his own, squeezing gently but firm. “Of course, cariad. You mean the world to me.”

“You do, too. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you, you know.”

Remus hums, pressing another kiss to his head before he says softly, “Well, good thing you don’t have to, then.”

[resident-gay-bitch]

🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Tuesdays 🏳️‍⚧️

Trans Marauders Chaos (MtF Sirius, FtM James + Remus, NB Peter)

So, imagine all the Marauders are actually trans in one way or another. The way the sorting of their rooms works, is literally a matching spell or something that pairs up the boys and girls based on their compatibility, interests, and values. So the Marauders all get clumped together, being the four trans kids (presenting masculine in 1st year) in Gryffindor.

At this stage, Remus and James have both started their transition, both trans masc and passing well enough. Due to money and his amazing family, James is passing extremely well, and Remus not so much. He kind of has to make his own methods, thankful he didn’t get his mam's pretty genes and instead his dads ruggish nature, fugly face and crooked nose, makes things a fair bit easier when he’s not typically ‘pretty’. Sirius is MtF, but she doesn’t know it yet, going about her days as a bloke without much of a clue yet, used to constantly feeling a little off and uncomfortable from growing up in 12GWp. Pete's non-binary, but they don’t know it yet either. 

Remus and James have absolutely no intentions of ever admitting that they’re trans to these random boys they share a room with, and so they keep it so well hidden, they don’t even clock each other. 

By the time Sirius figures out she’s a girl, and Pete figures out they’re NB, they’re all playing a secret game of hide and don’t get caught. None of them question why they all change in the bathroom, none of them question why they’re all so tidy about their clothes, ensuring no one sees anything that might give them away (like binders, packers, pretty skirts or makeup), none of them question the other peoples odd and secretive behaviour, because they don’t want their own weird demeanours questioned. 

It literally takes years before it gets anywhere. 

It’s only when Sirius runs away, when James is there hugging her and consoling her in the middle of the night, without having time to bind since he was in bed. And well, from their close proximity Sirius feels something she doesn’t usually feel whilst being held by James. So she does a little snooping, and finds James’ binder awkwardly stuffed into his bedside drawer, and sees pictures of a tiny little girl with James’ face. James pretty quickly fesses up, making Sirius promise to never breathe a word to anyone, so Sirius comes out to James in turn, and it really solidifies their bond. 

So, back at Hogwarts, Sirius now knows James is trans, and James knows Sirius isn’t a bloke, the other two deep in the dark. Shenanigans ensue. 

Sirius and James are joined at the hip now, constantly around each other, so much so that they’ll both change together in the bathroom at the same time now, not caring around each other because they’re each other's safe space and never feel judged in the other's proximity. Ensuring James sometimes gets lazy with his bindings in the morning since he doesn’t sleep with them on anymore, when he and Sirius share a bed, and sometimes walking through the dorm without them under his baggy shirt. Creating some suspicion from Remus, who sees his own body in James’. 

And sometimes James slips up and refers to Sirius as she or her or a girl in conversations with other people, so mindlessly he doesn’t even notice he’s done it, doesn’t “correct” himself. Most people just assume it was a natural slip of the tongue and bypass it, but it can only happen so many times in their dormitory before Pete and Remus catch on. 

And then they all start noticing more and more things about each other, as they get older, because they’re more perceptive now and notice when things are a little off kilter. Like, they put two and two together as to why Remus always already has bandages around his chest after a full moon and completely hides away his middle but won't hide the rest of himself, even when his legs or face are more scared than his middle. And they notice empty bottles of hormone potions in the rubbish, and ends of bandages sticking out of drawers and makeup in the bathroom. 

They’re all very suspicious of one another, but far too scared to actually come out and say something in fear of being wrong, and then ostracised by their most trusted comrades. 

It all implodes one afternoon, after a very rushed morning to get out of the dorm and to the quidditch pitch on time for the game, because they were all up very late pranking and overslept their alarms. James was shouting and chasing them around the room because he couldn't believe he, the quidditch captain, was running late to his own game. And of course Sirius is running around after him, guilty for maybe waking up earlier and ignoring her alarm without much thought. And then they’re all out the door and in the cold, ready to play and watch the match, just in time for the kick off. 

It’s when they come back to the dormitory that everything unravels. They walk into the dorm together, all having a laugh, when Remus suddenly stops in his tracks and asks, “Erm, what is that?”

It's then that they all turn to face the middle of the room, where right there on the carpet is a soft blue item of clothing. And both Sirius and Peter dive for it, recognising the shape and colour in an instant. 

They both are on the ground, fighting over it for a second before freezing and looking at one another with flabbergasted expressions. 

“What the bloody hell do you need a bra for?” Sirius asked. 

“Why do you know this is a bra?” Pete asked back. 

“Because it’s my-” Sirius shut her mouth immediately. 

“What? No, it’s mine!” Pete sassed back. 

Sirius furrowed her brow, “No, look, it’s mine.” She said, wiggling it in the air, suspended between each of their hands. 

They both looked down at the material between them, one pale blue bra with purple flowers all over it, stretched out from each of them holding one side of the clasp, both sure it was their own. It even has the sweet little bow in the middle that they picked it out for! 

“What the bloody hell do you have a bra for?” Remus asked, cutting in. 

“My tits-” Sirius shouted, at the exact same time as Peter said, “On the days I want boobs-” 

They both looked at eachother again, “No, see, look.” Sirius huffed, tugging at the undergarment, “I picked this out last Christmas, it has a stain on the top of the left boob from my shaving cream- A cup.” 

Pete glared at her, flipping their thumb on the tag to turn it over, reading out the label, “Well, this is a B, so-”

“Wha-” Sirius muttered, freezing in her tracks, remembering a very crucial piece of information. She pulled her own collar out, looking down her top to notice she was wearing the exact same bra already, “Oh, well…”

“Told you.” Pete sassed, grinning as they snatched the garment away. 

“Wait, why do you have a bra?” Sirius asked again. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” Pete narrowed their eyes. 

They stared at each other for a moment, both glaring with hard expressions, neither one willing to break. 

Standing above them still, James groaned, dropping his head forward, “Erm, this is awkward. Perhaps we should go, Rem, before her head explo-”

“Her.” Remus interrupted, “You always call Sirius she.”

“Yeah, you do.” Pete nodded, looking at Sirius still, “Last I checked, you’ve got a dick.”

“Yeah, well maybe I don’t want it.” Sirius sassed, “Last I checked you did too.” 

“Yeah, well…” Pete huffed, “I don’t have a good comeback for that.” 

Sirius swallowed, looking at the blue fabric clutched in Pete's hands, “Are you like me?” 

“Okay, we should definitely leave, Moon-” James tried. 

“Nope.” Remus shook his head, putting his hand on James’ chest to stop him. 

“I don’t know, are you like me?” Pete asked back. 

“Well, I don’t fucking know. What are you?” Sirius sassed. 

Peter glared at her, “You first.”

“No, I asked first.” 

“Well, how am I supposed to fucking answer if I don’t know what you are?”

“Right…” Sirius swallowed, “So… you’re a girl?”

“No.” Pete muttered, and Sirius went pale.

“N-no neither am I. Obviously, I’m not- that would be weird. I’m- it’s not… I was just joking-”

“I’m not a bloke either.” Pete cut in, “I don’t know how to explain it.” 

Sirius tensed, staring at Pete with desperate eyes, “But you… you have a bra?”

“Cause sometimes I like wearing one.” Pete swallowed, “And sometimes I like makeup, and sometimes I don’t. And sometimes I wanna have a beard and put glitter on my eyes and wear a bra and boxers and… I- I don’t know.” 

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, “Well, I don’t…. I like makeup too, and bras… and skirts, and stuff. Don’t like that boy shit though.” 

“So, you’re not….”

“A bloke, yeah.” She sighed, kind of relieved to get it off her chest, “Shit, yeah, no. I’m a girl.”

“Oh…” Pete swallowed, “So… was that your hormone potion I found under James’ bed?”

“No, I don’t take mine anywhere other than the box on my bookshelf.” Sirius said defensively, before tensing and glancing up at James, “Wait- no, it probably was. I might have accidentally-”

“Nah, it wasn’t.” James shrugged, sighing, “It was mine.” 

“Wait, what?” Remus asked, gobsmacked. 

“Your’s?” Pete asked, “Are you a girl too?”

“No, I’m a bloke.” He shrugged, lifting up his shirt and running his hands over the little scars under his chest, “See, bloke. No tits, chopped ‘em off… wow, that was great to get off my chest-”

“Oh my fuck- stop making that joke, James. It’s old.” Sirius groaned. 

“Not to them, it’s not!” He defended. 

“You know about each other?” Peter asked, looking between James and Sirius. 

“You weren't born a bloke either?” Remus muttered, staring at James in awe. 

“Nah, I’m on hormone potions-”

“Wait, either?” Sirius asked from the ground, looking up at Remus. 

Remus turned red, “Well… yeah.” He huffed, leaning over for the box on the end of his bed, opening it up to show his own hormone potions inside, “Me too.” 

“Oh…” James said, looking down at the potions before up at Remus, “You’re like me?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Remus shrugged. 

“Okay, wait, are we all…” Sirius started, looking around at the other three, “Are we all a different gender than what we were born with?” 

“Yeah.” Pete shrugged, as the other two nodded in agreement. 

“Bloody hell.” James laughed, “Six and a half years of running around in secret for nothing, then?”

“That could have saved me so many problems.” Remus groaned, “I made Madame Pomfrey come up with a binding spell to help compress my chest after full moons so you all wouldn’t fucking notice-”

“I got Effie and Flea to find me a glamour spell to cover the fact that I’m growing tits all the time.” Sirius said, smiling up at them, hurriedly reaching for her wand to rid herself of the glamour, “Look, there's a lump!” She said, turning to the side. 

“Merlin, you can have mine, if you want.” Remus offered with a laugh. 

“So we’re all just fucking stupid?” Pete asked with a smile. 

“I guess so.” James shrugged, “Do you reckon we were all put together in this dorm on purpose?” 

“If they did do it on purpose, then why the fuck didn’t they tell us.” Sirius huffed, “Do you know how many times I’ve whacked James for calling me a girl in front of you lot? I mean, it feels great but it stresses me out.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” James blushed. 

“Do you reckon Minnie will make you move into the girls' dorm if she finds out?” Pete asked. 

“God, I hope not.” She grimaced, “I don’t think I’ll survive living in a dorm without James.” 

“Oh, hey!” Remus grinned, pointing down at her, “You’ll be able to get into the girls' dorms now, right? We can finally pull that prank on the girls… put those frogs in their bed, get them back for the spiders.” 

Sirius grinned, “Oh, you’re brilliant, Remus-”

“Do you reckon Pete will be able to get in?” James asked, looking down at them.

“I don’t know?” Pete replied, furrowing their brow, “I’m not a girl.”

“Yeah, but you’re not a bloke. The charm is there to keep boys out.” 

Peter squinted their eyes, “Should we go try it out?” 

“Yeah!” James shouted, as they all scrambled towards the door. 

“Oi, imagine the look on the girls' faces if you can get in.” Remus added. 

Pete could, of course, get in. And the look on the girls' faces was golden. Marlene was rendered into a giggling heap on the ground, because they already knew about Pete, they’re the same. Mary just stared, jaw dropped, and when Sirius waggled her eyebrows and stepped into the room too she jumped up on her chair and shouted, “Bloody hell, Sirius! Are you like me?” Shocking the shit out of them all. Lily was just very confused until they all explained what was happening. 

The girls also did not appreciate the frogs in their dormitory that night. 

Anyway, they’re all stupid (affectionate). Joanne, fuck you, all your characters are trans in my eye’s. Just you wait. We will take over. 

Also, I just know James would make so many top surgery / trans jokes, it would annoy everyone so much. He would think he’s so funny though.

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"I thought you weren't religious?"

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Remus stared as Sirius got out of the bathroom his hair still wet. The aroma of sandalwood and rosemary hit his nostrils. Sirius turned around while he was drying his hair. "What?" He asked as he stared at Remus. Remus swallowed. He looked so good with his hair and his shorts and blue shirt. He didn't know if Sirius wanted to go there now. "Nothing" Remus said and laid back down on the bed.

Sirius just frowned confused and got under the covers. He wrapped his arms around Remus and kissed his cheek. Remus stiffened at the touch. Sirius noticed, he stopped and gave him more space. "Are you okay?" he asked concern covering his features. A squeal left Remus' lips. He cleared his throat. "Uh yes" he said as he looked at him but turned away quickly. Sirius just stared in front of him. Did he look bad? Did he upset him? Did he smell bad? While all these thoughts went through Sirius' head Remus was trying not to freak out Sirius of how bad he wanted to touch him. They only snogged but hadn't gone further.

"Do I look ugly?" Sirius asked as he touched his arm self-consciously. Remus turned his head. "What?" Sirius looked down "Do I look bad?" That was enough for Remus. He placed his hand under Sirius' chin. "Love look at me." He demanded. Sirius looked up. "You're the most beautiful boy I have laid my eyes on." "Then why did you get all weird when I touched you?" He asked unsure. "Because I have so many unholy thoughts about you right now I can't handle it." Remus said looking him dead in the eye. "Well I've never been a religious person." Sirius answered with a sly smile. Remus smirked lightly. Sirius placed his hands around Remus' neck. Remus' lips crashed against Sirius. Sirius placed his hands in Remus' hair. The kiss deepened. Sirius could taste the peppermint on his tongue. A groan left Remus' lips. He moved his hands under Sirius' shirt and traced his back with his fingers.

"Mhm." Sirius mumbled. Remus stopped. "Want me to stop?" He asked. Sirius shook his head. "Use your words love." Remus answered. "I want you to touch me." He said as he was breathing hard. "Where?" Remus asked smiling lightly. Sirius took his hand and put it against his crotch. "Lay down for me darling." Remus answered. Sirius did as he was told. "Can I take these off?" He asked with his hands around his shorts. Sirius nodded. Remus lowered and removed Sirius' shorts and underwear. "Spread your legs for me." Again Sirius did as he was asked. Remus traced his inner thighs lightly with his fingers. Sirius chuckled. "That tickles." Remus laughed and licked the skin instead. Sirius let out a gasp. Remus smiled and placed kisses on his inner thighs but just ignoring the place that needed it so bad.

Sirius was going crazy. "What do you need love?" Remus asked as he looked up. "I need you to use your fingers and tongue inside me." Remus hummed in agreement. He slowly licked as the wetness that had been there a while hit his tongue. Sirius moaned. Remus took that sound as approval and started licking and sucking lightly. Sirius arched his hips. Remus chuckled. He licked his finger and slowly entered it inside. He moved slowly as he searched for the perfect spot. "More." Sirius said with a flushed face. Remus entered another finger inside him. "Yes!" Sirius said. He moved his hips in the perfect rhythm. Remus sucked harder. "Oh God!" Sirius moaned. "I thought you weren't religious?" "Oh shut up Lupin." Remus just chuckled. "Ah I'm gonna come!" Sirius said out of breath. "Come for me love." Remus said as he moved his fingers harder. "Ahh!" Sirius whispered as his orgasm hit him. Remus placed a kiss on his forehead. "Was that good?" he asked. "That was amazing!" Sirius took Remus' face in his hands and kissed him hard.

"Let me please you." "I probably won't last long you where so hot." Remus answered between the kissing. "Don't care." They sat up. Remus leaned against the headboard. Sirius moved his hand in Remus' underwear. He felt the wetness. "Wow no kidding." He said with a chuckle. "Told you." Remus answered. Sirius took off Remus' pajama bottoms. He kept kissing as he entered his two fingers inside. "Hmm" Remus answered in approval. He moved his hips hard. "Inpatient much?" Sirius said looking in his eyes. Remus' lips where parted. "You made me way to turned on so yeah." Sirius chuckled at the response and moved his fingers faster. "Ahh!" Remus moaned. "Are you going to come?" Sirius asked. "Yes!" He said as his orgasm hit him hard, his body slacked against the matters. Sirius licked his fingers clean. Remus chuckled. "You're perfect." He said as he kissed Sirius again.

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trans!Regulus who loves wearing skirts

trans!Regulus who stops wearing skirts when he transitions, for one reason or the other.

James who sees him in shorts for the first time after he’s transitioned, frowns, and says, “i miss your skirts.”

trans!Regulus wearing skirts sometimes because he likes the way James smiles when he does.

and because he likes skirts.

it can be both.

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Hello, I just wanted to request for the ask game with 29 and 32 with wolfstar (Remus lupin x sirius black) with ftm reader. Thanks ❤️

29.Wedding Fic  and 32. Pregnancy Fic 

“I feel like making you pick between a pardoned criminal and a werewolf aren’t really what your parents had in mind for potential suitors.” Remus scowls and you shake your head.

“He’ll pick you; Remus; you’re a professor; you’re a good man; you can be seen with him in public...”

“Well yes but I want you both; also I think uh, getting knocked up by a werewolf might be the same in some people’s eyes...”

“Well it’s good you want.... wait what?”

“I’m assuming it’s Remus’ since Sirius has been a little bit uh busy with the order and Azkaban...”

“So I take it they’ll kill both of us before the wedding?” Sirius laughs at Remus’ horror stricken face.

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