kill - july 13 - jegulus - anon request for t4t jegulus! - @taylorswiftmicrofic - cw: slight internalized transphobia, dysphoria- word count: 426
âYou fucking arse, James Potter!â 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.
âHey, Reggie,â the taller boy greeted lightly. âWow. If looks could kill.â
âNo, Iâm going to kill you,â the Slytherin corrected, striding forward to place one hand on the Gryffindorâs sternum, slamming him backwards with a loud bang! âWhat the fuck is this?âÂ
James grinned at the piece of parchment that had arrived to the younger at breakfast, just moments ago. âA love note.â
âA love note? It saysâit saysââ he took a deep, calming breath, air coming in through his nose and whistling out through his lips. âIt says, âYouâre the most handsome boy Iâve ever seen.ââ 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.
âItâs true,â James said, his face honest and genuine, and frustratingly clear. âSo handsome.â
The younger hissed. âBut it saysâŚIâm not aâŚit says boy.â
Now, the Gryffindorâs expression was gentle, and infuriatingly knowing. âAre you not a boy, Reggie?â
âIâŚâ Again, air flowed out through dry lips, as his heart kicked into triple-time. It was a secret heâd 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 Jamesâs eyes only minutes ago, now there was sympathy. âIâŚI know how it feels. The way sometimes your skin likeâŚcrawls. Sometimes, I shower, and I want to be sick,â he chuckled derisively.
The Slytherin blinked. âHow dâyouâŚ?â 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 heâd 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.
âMerlin,â he gaped, realizing.
Shrugging, James dropped his shirt again. Then he smiled a bit more self-consciously at him. âSo. You still mad?â
âYouâŚthink Iâm handsome?â The Slytherin asked instead, gnawing on his lip and shifting from foot to foot. âYou think I could be a boy?â
James chuckled. âI think you can be whatever feels best to you, love. But if you are a boyâŚIâd love for you to be my boyfriend, too. Someday soon.â














