Do you know of any fics where H or L are trans male? Thank you!
Hi, anon! You're very welcome! Here are some fics for you!
I Wanna Be Alright With My Baby Tonight by graceling_in_a_suit / @graceling-in-a-suit
Harry Styles' university football team (Go Queers!) is on a losing streak, and so is his love life. Louis Tomlinsonâa fellow trans man and the team's new co-captainâmight just be able to help with both.
oh we're in love aren't we by delsicle / @eeveedel
Louis is trying to get through his second year of university while dealing with his three stupidly loud and stupidly in love roommates, a series of boring classes, and his job working the graveyard shift at his campusâs favorite drunk food shop. Harry is new to town and looking for somewhere to live when he finds a long-abandoned apartment that brings him right to Louisâs doorstep.
Or, a soft 19/19 university AU in which Harry is getting a fresh start, Louis isnât subtle, no one does their homework and 3 AM is an excellent time to fall in love.
Fit For A King by @homosociallyyours
This fic was written as part of Project OTB for the following prompt:
âI want a fic that captures the euphoric feeling of a trans person, outside of their parentsâ transphobic household, finally being able to buy clothes that fit them just right, without having to worry about needing to be gender-conforming at home anymore.â
I've added in some sweet flirtation and a little tender t4t fluff along with the gender euphoria. Enjoy!
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Thereâs a new employee at Dracoâs favourite coffee shop.
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âWow,â Harry said as he approached, looking at Draco like he were wearing his nicest suit and not a simple sweater and jeans. âSo this is you on a weekend, hm?âÂ
Draco looked down at himself to make sure he was wearing what he thought he was. Then, he looked at Harryâhis t-shirt, strong arms, apron tied at his neck.Â
âYes,â Draco responded eventually, and for some reason, Harry laughed.Â
âWhatâll it be?âÂ
âI trust you,â Draco said, then flushed. âI meanâwhateverâanythingââÂ
âSure,â Harry said, his smile easyâcalm. âOn me, today.âÂ
âPlease, let me,â Draco said, card already in hand. âReally, thereâs no need. Donât they take it from your paycheque?âÂ
Harry grinned, then tamed it, nodded a bit.Â
âAlright. How about I buy you one and you buy me one?âÂ
Draco nodded, and Harry took out his wallet, reached to tap his own card to the reader, then rang up another drink, gesturing for Draco to do the same. He moved to the end of the table, wondering if Harry would drink his now or wait until his shift had ended. Two cups with his name were set in front of him, then someone beside him grabbed one of his cups, and Dracoâs eyes trailed it as they lifted it to their mouth and drank.Â
It was strange, the difference between three feet and a few inches. Draco had never noticed before. Now, he could see Harryâs eyelashesâthe chain of a necklace under the collar of his t-shirtâsmell his sweet cologne even through the richness of fresh-ground coffee. He was so real.Â
âWonât you get in trouble?â Draco asked, noticing the absence of his apronâor rather, the outline of his chest muscles that he could now see without it.Â
âThey can stand twenty minutes without me, surely. Weâre not busy. Care to sit?âÂ
Draco looked toward the tables, then the bar near the window.Â
âIâveâŚnever had time before.âÂ
Harry went to the bar, pulled out one of the stools and gestured to it. Draco realised he hadnât followed and immediately stepped forward, then had to go back for his drink, smoothed a hand over his hair to hide his blush as he sat down. He squinted as he looked out the window, having never been here when it was so bright.
Draco saw their knees were an inch apart and didnât dare move, holding his cup so firmly the sides bowed.Â
âHow do you like yours?â Harry asked, and Draco tore his eyes away from Harryâs leg as he sipped his drink.Â
âRaspberry?â
âWe can swap, if you donât like it. I have toffee. You like that one.âÂ
Draco hummed, shook his head.Â
âItâs alright. Might prefer the non-fruity flavours a bit more, though.âÂ
âHere,â Harry said, taking the lid off his. âIâll take yours.âÂ
âIâve already had some. It has myâŚgerms andâŚthings...âÂ
When Harry fills in as assistant to CEO of Malfoy Enterprises, Draco Malfoy, he learns to navigate the unfamiliar world of luxury while deciphering his new boss's challenging personality.
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Lone figure in front of wall-length windows, Draco Malfoy turned when Harry entered his office. Grey eyes searched the air near his headâto the left, to the right, aboveâyet not directly at his face.Â
âHermione?â Malfoy asked, lowering his gaze, examining the paperwork in his hands.Â
âHarry,â he corrected.Â
Malfoy looked at him, mouth flat, eyebrow raised. He turned his shoulders and stepped in Harryâs direction, setting the paperwork on his desk, folding an arm behind his back.Â
âOver the years, Hermione has grown like a benign tumour in my brain that Iâve come to count on. If removed, the displacement of brain tissue could lead to herniationâin which case, I might die,â Malfoy said calmly, continuing his slow pace forward. âHowever, if the object to replace the Hermione-sized tumour is an adequate size, I might avoid a midline shift, but only under the circumstance that its substitute is a perfect fit. Based on the colour or your trousers, the horrendous sight of your hair, and the tea stain on your collar that you would have noticed straight away had you managed to look in the mirror before you left the cave that you call a houseâIâm inclined to believe that I need to brace myself for death at the very obvious lack of Hermione Granger at your side.âÂ
Malfoy had come so close that Harry felt the urge to crane his neck back in order to look up at him properly, but instead kept his back straight, his gaze on Malfoyâs shoulder.Â
âIâll ask again,â Malfoy said, placing both hands behind his back. âHermione?âÂ
Harry cleared his throat, took a bracing breath.Â
âSheâs in hospital,â Harry said. âWent into early labour last nightâsheâll be on maternity leave for the next few months.âÂ
âHow early? Not pre-term?â Malfoy asked, and Harry glanced up, seeing a crease between his brows.Â
âNo, just a week,â Harry said, and Malfoy raised his fingers to his chin, turning away, his other hand curled behind his back as he paced toward his window again.Â
âItâs unavoidable, then,â Malfoy murmured. âI did wonder why she was dragging around that strange boy last week, but thought it was some kind of work experienceâŚâÂ
âEr, that was me,â Harry said, and Malfoy waved his hand dismissively.Â
âWhen did you say sheâd be back? Next week?âÂ
âJanuary. She told you all of this when she introduced me last Monday.âÂ
âHow am I to listen to everything she says?â Malfoy muttered.Â
âShe also wrote it in a memo. Itâs there, on your desk,â Harry said, pointing to it with his pen.Â
Malfoy waved his hand again, sighing.Â
âWell, this is supremely inconvenient,â Malfoy murmured. âYour trousers are awful. What is that, vomit colour?âÂ
Harry looked down, stuck out a leg.Â
âThe tag said khaki.âÂ
âTheyâre terrible. Go find something from Stefano Ricciâeven Tom Ford would do. Just donât let me see those dreadful things again.âÂ
âErâŚwould TK Maxx be alright? Iâll get something black.âÂ
Malfoyâs shoulders raised, and he turned, his mouth pinched.Â
âTK Maxx?â He asked, voice raising. âDonât you dare try to use your company card at such a revolting place as that. Surely, the plastic would melt on contact with the card reader.âÂ
âCompany card? I havenât got one.âÂ
Malfoy groaned loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
âMust I do everything around here?â he asked, going toward his desk, searching through a drawer and pulling out an envelope.Â
He turned it and Harry saw his name on the front as Malfoy slipped a finger underneath the seal flap and pulled out two credit cards and a sheet of paper.Â
âAh, my little brain tumour,â Malfoy sighed, the corner of his mouth lifting, and then flattening when his eyes caught on Harryâs trousers again. âGo. Now. I canât stand to look at you.âÂ
He held out the envelope and Harry went forward to take it, tucking it in his pocket.Â
âYou have three meetings this morning and then lunchâitâs all on your schedule,â Harry said, reading his notes quickly.Â
âYes, yes, I knowâget out. Buy at least three trousers, five shirts, two belts, two pairs of shoes, and two suits for functions. Navy and black only, no grey. It will wash you out. Monochrome shirts only. And tiesâdonât forget ties. Nothing plaid, plaid makes me nauseous. No houndstooth, eitherâif I even glimpse houndstooth from the corner of my eye, I get an instant migraine and am miserable for days.âÂ
Harry scribbled it all down as quickly as he could, struggling to spell âhoundstoothâ, and wondered what it even was.Â
âRight now?â Harry asked.
âAnd those glasses? Are you certain about those? Get a watch, tooâsomething classic like Rolex or Cartier.â
âIâve already got a watch,â Harry said, and Malfoy tutted, his eyes full of pity as he considered the watch fastened to Harryâs wrist.Â
âA cheap watch cheapens the whole outfit, and if you look cheap, then I will, too.â
âDo I haveâerâa price limit? This will costâŚhundreds of thousands, I canât even imagine.âÂ
Malfoy put his hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing, and Harry took a step back.Â
âYouâve already insulted me just with your clothes and your face. Now you want to do it with your words, too?âÂ
âIââÂ
âGo! I can feel the purchase value of my stocks dropping the longer you stand here in those absurd trousers.âÂ
Harry set down the printed version of Malfoyâs schedule and left, pausing as he shut the door to take out the envelope Hermione had left for him in Malfoyâs desk. He found the two credit cards with his name on them, as well as a document with instructions on how to submit his receipts for approval to the finance department.Â
âI can feel you still standing out there. Leave the building at once! I donât want anyone to know youâre affiliated with my company while you still look like that,â Malfoy called, and Harry hurried forward with a start. âAnd get some hair product!âÂ
In the wake of his parent's deaths, Harry decides to pick up a new hobby to distract himself. He thinks it will be ice skating, but the rink offers him something much better.
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âMaybeâŚI could skip practice one night and come âround,â Draco said, and Harryâs cheeks went hot.
He exhaled a laugh, turning his face away to check for cars as he turned on the indicator.
âWhy do I feel like weâre in school or something? Skiving practiceâŚâ Harry murmured as he pulled onto the road, glancing at Draco. âI donât want to disrupt your skate routineâI can just wake at an ungodly hour to see you.â
âUngodly? Nine in the morning? I feel like thatâs a very average time to wake up.â
âI wake at eight to meet you at nine. Ungodly .â
Draco huffed out a breath through his nose.
âAlright, weâll do ten next time. Howâs that?â
âSlightly better,â Harry said, smirking at him. âYou really donât have any evenings off?â
Draco shrugged, his mouth pulling down.
âI never had reason to. If Iâm home, Iâd rather be skating.â
Harry shifted gears, clearing his throat as he glanced at Draco again.
âAnd now?â Harry asked.
âHm?â Draco hummed.
âWould you rather be skating?â
Draco opened his mouth to answer and then paused, his brow tensing as he looked away contemplatively. Harry glanced at the road, shifted gears again, waited for several long seconds.
âActuallyâŚno,â Draco said eventually.
âYou seem surprised.â
âWell, I am. I think this is the first time... ever , maybe, that Iâve liked something else more than skating.â
âSomething? My shit car? The free food? My tip of a house that we canât even go into?â
Draco laughed and tucked his hair behind his ear, his gaze dropping to his lap.
âYeah, all that. Everything else is dreadful, though.â
Harryâs heart was racing, his breath holding as Draco glanced at him and laughed again, resting his elbow on his armrest, chin propped in his hand.
âWhat evenings are you free?â Draco asked as Harry reluctantly fixed his eyes on the road again.
âAny evening,â Harry answered quickly, and then cringed. âWell, actually, I do go âround Lunaâs sometimes in the evenings. Sundays or Fridays itâs been so far.â
âWell, there are ice hockey games on Tuesdays a lot of the timeâŚsometimes they go so late I only get an hour of practice, anyway. You donât think we couldâ?â
âYes. Tuesday nights. Sounds good,â Harry answered, nodding quickly and trying to keep the grin off his face as he turned into the car park.
âThatâs at least one day that you wonât have to wake before noon,â Draco murmured, and Harry exhaled a laugh. âI mean, unless you only wanted to do Tuesdaysââ
âNo,â Harry said at once, unfastening his seatbelt. âNot to soundâŚpathetic, but I really havenât got much else aside from my lessons at the minute. I should keep busy, itâs a hazard when Iâm not. Youâd be doing a public service, spending time with me.â
âIt really is such a burden, but I think I can bear it,â Draco murmured, and Harry smiled at him.
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