#trans!james

“You fucking arse, James Potter!” he seethed, bursting into the locker room only to find the older Gryffindor standing there, leaning against the cool metal of the lockers, arms crossed with a smirk wide across his face.

“Hey, Reggie,” the taller boy greeted lightly. “Wow. If looks could kill.”

“No, I’m going to kill you,” the Slytherin corrected, striding forward to place one hand on the Gryffindor’s sternum, slamming him backwards with a loud bang! “What the fuck is this?” 

James grinned at the piece of parchment that had arrived to the younger at breakfast, just moments ago. “A love note.”

“A love note? It says–it says–” he took a deep, calming breath, air coming in through his nose and whistling out through his lips. “It says, ‘You’re the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen.’” The Slytherin made sure to grimace convincingly at the words, but pleasant warmth and confusing goosebumps broke out over flesh as they echoed throughout the empty room.

“It’s true,” James said, his face honest and genuine, and frustratingly clear. “So handsome.”

The younger hissed. “But it says…I’m not a…it says boy.”

Now, the Gryffindor’s expression was gentle, and infuriatingly knowing. “Are you not a boy, Reggie?”

“I…” Again, air flowed out through dry lips, as his heart kicked into triple-time. It was a secret he’d been hiding for so long. The confusion. The yearning. The feeling of being completely alien in his own, infuriatingly feminine body. The nausea every time he looked in the mirror.

Where there had been fire, maybe even attraction in James’s eyes only minutes ago, now there was sympathy. “I…I know how it feels. The way sometimes your skin like…crawls. Sometimes, I shower, and I want to be sick,” he chuckled derisively.

The Slytherin blinked. “How d’you…?” he asked nervously, terrified of being tricked.

But James gently removed the hand on his hand from his sternum and lifted his shirt. Underneath, rather than the bare (mouthwatering) chest he’d always imagined, there was chiseled stomach, followed by a thick, tan, crop-top-looking garment that seemed to press two small lumps of fat into his body.

“Merlin,” he gaped, realizing.

Shrugging, James dropped his shirt again. Then he smiled a bit more self-consciously at him. “So. You still mad?”

“You…think I’m handsome?” The Slytherin asked instead, gnawing on his lip and shifting from foot to foot. “You think I could be a boy?”

at first, you don’t think much of it, cus your relationship was new to the both of you, but you also wanted to respect any boundary he had. but slowly, sirius and remus are starting to notice as well, and maybe james could fool you, but he could never fool them.

turns out he’s just as pretty as you thought and you, remmy and siri make sure to show him just that.

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Tw pregnancy

"Dad, can I talk to you?"

"Always, Harz." James smiled, and slipped his laptop shut.

Harry took a few deep breaths before sitting down on the desk chair, watching as James adjusted on the bed. Apparently, he'd been bed ridden for the remainder of his pregnancy, causing Regulus to patiently wait hand and foot for him, constantly by his side. Harry spent as much time with them as he could, finding that even being crowded into his dads' bedroom was still fun despite the small space.

"Are you ok?"

"Perfect, Haz. But this is about you, what's up?"

"Ok, well, I didnt really know how to bring this up." He started slowly, looking at his hands. "I think- no, I know I'm trans."

"What's your name?" came the immediate response, and he looked up at James slowly.

"Um- Harry. I like Harry."

"Alright, Harry." James nodded, smiling. "Can I hug you right now? Is that alright?"

"Yes, I'm coming." He got up and jogged to James' side of the bed, wrapping his arms gently around his father before Jamea crushed him in a hug, kissing the top of his head.

"I love you. So does your Papa."

For @fuckboyregulus, because you are an incredibly good and kind person who doesn’t deserve the hate you’re getting.

To the gross anon: Stop it. Your homophobic, transphobic attitude is the reason I wrote this, so I hope you appreciate the irony of that backfiring on you. Stop gatekeeping smut—trans, gay, or het, no one should feel guilt for what written words they enjoy. It hurts no one, and actually helps trans people, for there to be more trans fics in the world. I’m going to get off my soap box, because that’s not really the purpose of this, but you should know that you look ridiculous.

Trans!James Jegulus smut. Prompt: (trope) Exes to Lovers / (AU) Fae/Fairy!AU / (dialogue) “You’re more flexible than you look.”

First of all I looooooove trans!James. You're right we don't see him often. @theresthesnitch just wrote this the other day and it was AMAZING. I have a WIP with trans!James but I would love to see him more.

Gender Adventure

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“Hey James?” Sirius’s voice was quiet when he spoke up, staring up at the ceiling that had muggle glow-in-the-dark stars on it. It took a moment, but James stirred enough to roll over and respond.

“Yeah?” His voice was groggy from sleep, but Sirius knew he’d shake the sleep away if he deemed Sirius’s question important enough.

“How did you know you were a boy?”

James was quiet for a moment after Sirius asked, but there was the sound of him shifting around in his bed. A moment later saw James with his wand out, a soft lumos illuminating the room now, and his glasses on crooked. He laid angled on his bed so he could peer off the edge and down at Sirius.

“I just sort of did,” he answered finally, shrugging awkwardly. “I didn’t really think about it until I really learned what he meant to be a boy or girl. It just sort of clicked that I was a boy, and then I told mum and dad.”

Sirius nodded slightly, acknowledging he’d heard James, but didn’t say anything for a long moment. He turned over onto his stomach instead, crossing his arms under his head and burying his face half in the crook of his elbow so his words came out slightly muffled. “Remember Dorcas telling us they’re nonbinary at the beginning of term?”