°⋆the same old fears⋆°

- George Orwell

hi ronnie, thank you so much! <3 i have SO many genderfluid sirius hcs actually, i rotate him and remus like a rotisserie chicken in my brain constantly

sirius leaves little notes for remus when they switch during the day: “feeling like your girl today x” on the fridge or “back to boy mode, don’t go soft on me moony” stuck to his laptop. remus keeps every single one in a box like a sentimental idiot

sirius sometimes jokes that their gender is “whatever makes remus look at me like that”. the way remus loves him makes every version of sirius feel safe and wanted

sirius loves painting his nails but only does it when it feels right. on femme days he goes for deep reds and metallics. on masc days he does light blue or leaves them bare. the in-between days get experimental shit like chrome or galaxy gradients. remus always offers to do his right hand because sirius is shit at it

sirius is obsessed with scent. has different perfumes/colognes for different presentations. remus gets stupidly turned on by the way he smells

they have a code word for when sirius needs to be seen as a particular gender in public without explaining. remus just seamlessly switches pronouns and pet names and it never fails to make sirius tear up later when they’re alone

sirius gets dysphoric on bad fluidity days and remus has learned exactly how to handle it without making it weird. sometimes it’s “hey, want to steal my hoodie and we’ll go for a drive?” sometimes it’s letting sirius bury his face in remus’ neck for an hour while they watch old horror movies. sometimes it’s remus calling him “my beautiful boy” or “my stunning girl” depending on what sirius needs to hear that day

after they move in together, remus buys a big mirror for the bedroom. on hard days sirius stands in front of it and remus wraps around him from behind, chin on his shoulder, whispering every lovely thing he sees until sirius believes it again

the sex is next level because sirius is so tuned into their body and how it feels different every day. some nights he wants to be fucked hard and called a good boy. others they want to be worshipped slow, remus’ mouth everywhere telling him how perfect their body looks in that lace, how wet they are, how stunning they are when they let go. remus is a fast learner and an eager one

remus starts keeping a little drawer in their flat with stuff for every version of sirius: deep red lipstick, a stack of soft bralettes, cologne that smells like vetiver and smoke, hair ties in every color. he organizes it quietly himself

sirius loves stealing remus’ clothes no matter how they’re presenting. there’s something sacred about wearing his ratty jumpers that hang too long on their wrists or his button-ups half-unbuttoned

one of remus’ favorite things is when sirius does their makeup in the bathroom mirror. he’ll lean in the doorway watching them concentrate, tongue poking out, and murmur “you’re so fucking beautiful it’s unfair”. sirius blushes every single time