#genderqueer sirius

[resident-gay-bitch]

ftm sirius still wearing lipstick and dresses and tying his long hair in feminine ways because he likes feeling pretty and finally feels confident enough in himself and his masculinity to do so

[neongreenllama]

Prompt: Conquest

@wolfstarmicrofic - 895 words

Genderqueer, slutty Sirius?

cw explicit talk of kinky sex

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“I told him to go harder, I swear to God he went softer. I was just like are you gonna be done soon? Like I was dreaming of going back to studying.”

Chairs screeching and plates clattering, a loud group of students sat down at the table Remus had previously eaten alone at. He’d been hoping to get some peace to go over his notes before the next lecture, but at this time of day the cafeteria was always crowded.

“And he kept calling himself Daddy,” one of them kept talking, animatedly and probably louder than would be necessary to be heard over the general bustling. ”Like, Daddy is gonna give it to you, and, tell me how bad you want Daddy’s cock, and I was just like ugh stop.” They rolled their eyes in a way that clearly spoke of disdain.

Remus pretended to be focused on his notes and his food, but he was glancing up out of the corner of his eyes to look at the person who was apparently talking about their latest conquest. They were very pretty. Long black hair, a lot of piercings, and tattoos. Just from the way they dressed, which included a skirt, a mesh shirt, and a bright green oversized blazer, it was impossible to make out what gender they identified as.

“His cock wasn’t even that good. Below average for sure. Like he said to tell him how big his cock is and of course I was like, sooo big, I don’t know if I can take it, but –“ They gave a pointed Look and held their thumb and index in a way that left a very small gap.

“Your standards are just too high,” someone else, a girl with a huge afro, chipped in. “You’re always complaining.”

“What do you even want with cock, pussy is so much better,” a girl with a shaggy bleached mullet added, grinning at a girl with the prettiest, longest braids Remus has ever seen.

The other girl grinned back, and they shared a French fry in the most PDA fashion possible. Remus felt out of place witnessing it and quickly looked back at his notes.

“I haven’t even got to the worst part yet,” the person continued as if the couple wasn’t breaking the university’s campus rules. “He wanted me to piss on him. He said ‘Yeah you little bitch, you wanna piss on Daddy?’” they imitated a deep, rough voice. “I was like no. No I don’t. Like whatever I guess, do what you want, I don’t care what you’re into, but I don’t even know you and I’m not into that. Like do that with your girlfriend but leave me out of this.”

They stole a handful of the couple’s French fries and shoved them in their mouth, earning them loud complaints. Again they completely ignored the couple and simply shook their head at the audacity of their one night stand.

“And he was like call me, and I was just like yeah, yeah, whatever. I deleted that number so quickly,” they added with a laugh.

They must have felt Remus looking because their eyes met for a brief moment before Remus quickly looked away, desperate to pretend he hadn’t been staring or listening. These people were cool and they knew it, which made them arrogant, the black haired one most of all. And cool, arrogant people were the sort to pick on the quiet loser people Remus was a part of.

A red-haired girl huffed. “Have you ever thought about being nicer?”

“Mhh.” They made a show of thinking about it. “No.”

They grinned sweetly at her. Remus wanted to roll his eyes.

“But if –“ she tried to argue, but a man with his arm around her shoulder interrupted her.

“You can’t stop Sirius from doing anything, babe. It’s useless to try.”

Remus almost scoffed.

“Exactly, Prongsie gets it.”

They high-fived each other and one of the girls changed the subject to upcoming lectures. Sirius’ eyes caught Remus’ once more before he returned his plate and left for the bathroom.

He was washing his hands when Sirius came in.

“A piss kink, really?” he asked drily, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.

A huge, shit-eating grin grew on Sirius’ face as they shrugged. “I have to keep up an appearance.”

“But do you have to be so …” obnoxious about it, he wanted to say, but refrained from it because the answer was clearly yes.

“What? You’re telling me you don’t like to be called Daddy?” They blinked innocently, nearly pouting.

He huffed. “I don’t.”

They leaned in over his shoulder.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” they whispered close to his ear and Remus would keep pretending for the rest of his life that never affected him. After a few seconds and in a normal voice Sirius added, “We could also just tell them.”

Remus let out a sigh. “Not yet. I just … need a bit more time,” he said and felt bad about it because he knew how much Sirius’ friends meant to them. He just wasn’t ready yet.

“Whatever you say, baby, but I’m telling you they’ll love you. More than me probably. If anything, I should be the one worried that they’ll replace me with you.”

He looked up at the mirror to take in the sight of Sirius and himself next to each other.

“Soon,” he promised.

[cazzythefrogking]

so like

i've seen a lot of people in the fandom have issues with it

but i lovee the headcanons of sirius as genderqueer or genderfluid or bigender

it feels very right for them in my mind and it just makes me happys

genderqueer sirius foreverrrrr <3

[siriuslydontknow]

Mmm thinking about genderqueer Sirius experimenting with his style and things alike while he figures it out

He doesn't care what other people think, of course, and it's another big 'fuck you' to his parents if they just so happen to see his new articles of clothing, aside from the entire wardrobe they already don't approve of

He cares what the marauders think, though

But he doesn't have to worry about that too long because they'd definitely hype him up the entire time

He'd definitely be nervous at first even though he knows it realistically wouldn't be that big of a deal with them, but the relief and absolute euphoria when they started vocally supporting him is something else

He'd definitely get bolder, wearing skirts and dresses more often but still keeping to what he'd wear before as well

The others would ask questions to make sure he's comfortable (like new pronouns or preferred descriptive words)

And he'd just be over the moon(y).

I personally feel he wouldn't care too much about the pronouns people use for him but will get giddy if one of them used something other than just "he". And a compliment is a compliment no matter what, regardless if it was traditionally femme or masc. (Though I imagine he gets a shy smile when he's called pretty)

[theautismcorner]

im just a [not] girl (im using my hot ass computer as a heating pad while looking at Marauders tumblr)

[resident-gay-bitch]

Okay okay okay how about… trans genderqueer / fluid sirius black?!

[my-castles-crumbling]

Someone: So, can you describe your gender identity?

Me: So, you know Sirius Black from Harry Potter?

[spiritstar477]

When I loved Wolfstar at fifteen I was so ally ✨ I’m such a ally I love gay people and now I love Wolfstar at twenty three and I’m like, 💅🏻 (gay asf)

[moutainrusing]

metamorphmagus

They (or he or she) were born to Remus and Nymphadora Lupin (better known as Tonks). They were born as Edward Remus Lupin, because when they were born, they had a boy’s body, except could they really be considered a boy when their body could shift between sexes?

Regardless, they were always referred to as ‘Teddy,’ and they quite liked that name, because people said it with such love and affection, and, not to be a complete sap, but sue them for internally beaming at it. Honestly, they couldn’t care less if their given name was typically used for boys, because names were names, and guess what? They could be used for any person on the planet. Of course, Teddy understood that some people preferred to change their names, but Teddy didn’t, and that was also fine.

Additionally, Edward was the name of their late grandfather, who died at the hands of Snatchers during the hunts for Muggle-borns. Their grandfather had been brave, and kind, and loyal, constantly choosing to trust and believe the people he loved. So yeah, Teddy was proud to bear his name. And their middle name?

Well, Teddy was beyond proud to bear the name of their late father. A werewolf who proved all the negative stereotypes wrong. He fought for justice, with his calm, generally easy-going temperance, and he cared deeply for all those surrounding him. Life had dealt their father incredibly shitty cards, yet Remus had remained brave, strong, and determined.

Teddy Remus Lupin wouldn’t change their name for the world. (Although honestly, ‘Remus’ sounded kinda gender-neutral, like it could be used for girls too. They wondered what their father would think of that. Would he be mad?)

They really wanted to know more about their parents. They knew a lot about their mother, Nymphadora ‘don’t call me that!’ Tonks from her mother, Andromeda Tonks, their grandmother and the widowed wife of Edward Tonks. But they didn’t know much about Remus. And, they didn’t even know if their parents would accept them for being… whatever they were. Not a boy, not a girl, but sometimes a boy and sometimes a girl. Shit.

And Andromeda Tonks was one of those no-nonsense women, someone you could tell had been born into a well-to-do, upper-class family. She exuded luxury and elegance, and who knew what she would say? But then again, she had been disowned by that family, forced to live a humbler life with her Muggle-born husband because she’d betrayed the purebloods’ standards. So maybe she’d be accepting.

If they were disowned, they could always run off to their godfather Harry’s house. Sometimes, when Andromeda was being too strict, they did it anyway. Harry was the type of person who had too much of his own shit to really care about anyone else’s. He was chill about everything, because he was stressed about everything. A paradox.

With this in mind, they decided to tell their grandmother.

“Hi,” they stepped into the living room, where she was sitting on the sofa with her evening cup of coffee.

“Hello,” she emphasised, and Teddy snorted. She was always trying to instil formality into every conversation, even ones between friends.

“Hello, grandmother,” they decided to be respectful, which was worth it, seeing their grandmother smile.

“Hello, my Teddy. Come, sit,” she patted the space beside her. Teddy grinned and flopped down on the sofa, ignoring her tutting.

Before she could further try to instil manners into them, they quickly turned to face her and blurted, “I want to tell you something.”

She hummed, motioned for them to continue.

“I— So, do you remember how I was a child?”

She gave them a flat look. “I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to.”

They laughed. “But you don’t want to, so it’s all good.”

She smiled, “Where are you going with this?”

“Uh, yes, so when I was a kid, do you remember how sometimes I would use my Metamorphmagus abilities to change my features to look more like a girl? Like, I’d give myself really long hair, and tie it in braids and all sorts of pretty hairstyles.” They elaborately gestured to their hair thanks to the anxious fidgeting their hands were doing, and their body also seemed pretty agitated, because their hair went ahead and whizzed through a bunch of crazy hairstyles.

Their grandmother eyed the movement with a small smirk. “Of course. You were beautiful. And I was honoured, really, because you’d copy my hairstyles. I’m simply inspirational.”

Teddy laughed. Then they awkwardly added, “But, uh, sometimes I’d prefer to look really masculine?”

Their grandmother made a face. “Can’t see the appeal. But you do you.”

“So… sometimes I’d wear dresses and skirts?”

“You still do, love. If you’re asking for permission to steal my clothes, you’re a bit late.”

“And heels.”

“Honestly, you really don’t need to be taller, you inherited your father’s height. He was one lanky man, that Remus.”

“What… what would he think about my clothing choices?”

“He wouldn’t bat an eye. In fact, his old boyfriend used to dress a bit like you.”

Teddy’s eyes almost popped out of their brain. “What?! Boyfriend?!”

Their grandmother turned to face them, softening her gaze. “Teddy, what did you want to tell me?”

“I’m— I’m genderfluid.”

She grinned triumphantly. “I knew it. Metamorphmagi my arse, you’re just a bunch of non-binary mages.”

“What?”

“Your mother — even though she called herself your mother and went by she/her pronouns — was also genderfluid.”

Teddy blinked at her. She smiled, and continued, “There was a reason she didn’t like being called ‘Nymphadora.’ I didn’t understand it, at first, because I believed it was an elegant, classy name. I thought she was simply being rebellious, and I’ve had much experience with rebels. We’ll come to that later. But soon I realised that it was because it didn’t suit her. She wasn’t Nymphadora, she was Tonks, or Dora, a name she only approved of if it was spoken to her with affection to make her feel loved. Nymphadora had no meaning to her, didn’t represent her.”

“I— Oh. I… like being called Teddy.”

“I know. With you, I realised much sooner. You’re so much like her, my Teddy,” she stroked their hair fondly.

“How?” They leaned eagerly into her palm.

“The way you use your abilities to change your appearance to your comfort each day. Sometimes she’d swagger in with stubble on her chin, and make me burst out laughing, ‘cause she looked so much like her father. Or sometimes she’d be curvy and soft, and wear my old gowns with joy in her step. But either way, she was always beautiful. Like you.”

“So she would accept me then?”

“You don’t need to be accepted for being yourself, Teddy. But yes. She would be so proud of you.”

“What about Muggles who feel the way I do? They can’t just… change their body however they like. How do they… cope with it? How do they feel being stuck, even though sometimes they feel like they’re not supposed to have the features they’re stuck with, or that they want to behave in ways that don’t conform…?”

Their grandmother frowned. “As best they can, probably. Do you… want to support them or something?”

“Can I?”

“Well, clearly you know how it feels.”

“I don’t, I think it’s a different experience for everyone.”

“And there you go. You’re already open-minded and willing to listen to a whole range of standpoints. Of course you’d be good at supporting people.”

Teddy pinched their eyebrows together. “So… we just listen?”

“Yes. We listen, and let people feel the way that they want.”

“You’re good at this.”

Softly, she confessed, “They were your mother’s words. I’m glad she can still bring us comfort, even from the other side.”

Teddy snuggled into her arms. “I wish I knew her.”

“I bet she wishes she knew you too. But all we can do is be happy with the people who do know us.”

“Okay. But… what would my father say?”

Their grandmother burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s a long tale.”

They gave her a horrified expression, but she waved a hand, “He’d be proud of you too.”

“Okay, but what’s the tale? And you said he had a boyfriend?”

“Mhm,” she hummed happily. “My cousin, Sirius Black. Remember how I’ve much experience with rebels? Well, Sirius was the biggest rebel I knew. All I did was fall in love with one Muggle-born when I was seventeen. But Sirius? He was arguing with the whole family from the moment he could speak. At first, I think he only did it to be rebellious. But then he started to believe it. He defied the family’s views; ranted about Muggle rights. And yeah, he’d dress to defy stereotypes, maybe to piss people off, but also because it made him comfortable. He genuinely liked makeup and skirts, but he also liked leather jackets and boots. He just proved that boys could like and do whatever they wanted. And he fell in love with a half-blood werewolf, his best friend, and your father.”

“Woah. Woah. Did he get along with you? And did dad love him back? And how did dad marry mum?”

“Urgh, told you this was a long story. Honestly, I don’t know where to start. The closest person in my old ex-family I had was Sirius, yes. I used to try to keep him in line, he would outright disobey, and I shared his opinions, but I was better at hiding it. Then I went and eloped and got disowned, and I sent an owl to him at Hogwarts. And after a couple years, maybe in his fifth year, he told me how sickeningly in love he was with his werewolf best mate, Remus Lupin. And I think in his seventh year, they finally confessed they were soppily enamoured and got to dating. I think your father was opposed to the idea at first, but he came around to it.”

“Why was he opposed?”

“Multiple reasons. He was a werewolf, already facing stigma for something he couldn’t help. He couldn’t love a boy on top of that, because the stigma would only multiply. He also didn’t want to burden Sirius, keep him stuck with a werewolf, and stuck with another boy.”

“So he’d give everything up just for Sirius to be… what, unburdened?”

“Yeah. He really did love Sirius in that all-consuming, self-sacrificing way.”

“Wow. He was good at self-restraint, then. How did he marry mum if he was so in love with Sirius?”

“Sirius died.”

“Oh. Was dad okay?”

“Not really. But Dora picked him up again. Your mother. She— she looked after him and forced him to accept care from another human, pestered him out of his self-loathing spirals and whatnot. And then she fell in love with him. Remus was the type of man to say he was very unloveable, yet so many people loved him simply for existing.”

“Did he… love her back?”

“Yes, or I wouldn’t have allowed their marriage.”

“How did he love her? As much as he loved Sirius?”

“No. You can’t hold a candle to the love Sirius and Remus shared. They loved each other like two galaxies on a collision path. But Remus did love Dora, and he always put her first, and there was a war on, so I thought, why shouldn’t they co-exist in their small pocket of happiness? They made each other happy, and they loved each other like friends and spouses. It was good, and it was still everything.”

“His… I’m glad he had love. Because his life sounds so sad.”

“If you asked him,” his grandmother thought for a moment, “I think he’d say he was the luckiest man alive. That’s how much he felt loved.”

“I’m happy I have his middle name.”

“Not too manly for you?”

“Uh— about that. Do you think he’d be offended if I said his name is slightly not-manly?”

Their grandmother roared. “Oh, his fragile fifteen-year-old masculinity would be punching walls! But as an adult, I don’t think he could give a flying fuck, Teddy. I think Sirius and Dora taught him a few things about gender. That no one else decides your gender, only you. And Remus would love to know you share that ideology, because he thought it was inspirational. Like how Dora pestered him, he pestered her to start writing books and making quotes. He was adorable about it.”

“Then I’ll spread the message for them. For me. And for the people like me,” Teddy replied, with a determined nod of their head.

[gender-thief2]

y’all can pry genderfluid sirius out of my cold dead hands btw

[greyfix]

“I had an inkling. I know a thing or two about not feeling at home in your own skin.”

-- Remus "Moony" Lupin

James Potter/Lily Evans -- Body Swap!AU -- Marauders Era

Coming Soon!

[hesolemnlyswearsshesuptonogood]

sirius WOULD in fact wear a skirt, and so would james. but they’re wearing them differently. james wears it as a joke, because he can, because he’s COMFORTABLE in his MASCULINITY enough to do so. sirius wears it because he CAN’T, because he’s that much of a rebel but also because he’s NOT comfortable in his gender identity. he wants to prove that he is by not conforming to gender stereotypes. he wants to wear clothes like how girls wear them. he doesn’t necessarily want to BE a girl, though, he doesn’t think. not all the time anyway

[eden-3000]

Gender envy is craving to adapt another persons gender

Gender greed is stealing their clothes/ makeup to get the gender

Gender pride is those 15 minutes you get every other month where you feel really good about yourself and take 1000 pictures

Gender lust (mostly commited by bi- and pansexuals) is the attraction to someone based on their gender

Gender gluttony is the inabilaty to decide between genders

Gender wrath is the urge to become a fruity villain

Gender sloth is the oversized hoodie and baggy jeans you wear when you can´t come up with anything else

[i-hope-we-both-die666]

I told a kid (5th grade) in genderluid cuz it came up and now it's a whole big thing with my parents

I was talking to my old gym teacher ( I now work in that elementary school) he asked what my name was and I said it was ---- but now I'm ----- and she was like omg u changed ur name that's so cool

[and she asked why I changed it

and they're like "it should be the parents decision when to expose their children to this stuff"

like it's something inappropriate? like I get where they're coming from to an extent

but all kids have a basic understanding of gender even if it's just boy and girl

idk am I being ridiculous

or are they 😭

edit: I feel like my parents look really bad in this post, they're actually super supportive I think their point was that some parents are crazy and to expect pushback

[t1oui]

what if james gets into a fight with sirius bc he's done with being the mother hen of the group and he starts hanging out with pandora & the skittles and evan and barty introduce him to the concepts of being ace & genderqueer. what then

[maladaptivewriting]

STOP making sirius genderfluid!! i am NOT ready to address my own issues with gender!!