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inthewild-flowers · 3 years

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Hi!! I'm sending an ask!!! So. Two ideas competing for attention in my brain, so you can pick! I can ask you to take a Regency era prompt that explores class differences, including British Empire things (TM) (doesn't have to be a continuation of your fic!! It can be hcs!) OR. Ideas/feelings/notions with trans Remus (transmasc or nb) please?

Sorry these are both extremely broad and difficult 🤠 hope they get creative juices flowing?

thank u for sending an ask!! i’m still planning a continuation of that fic but it needs more thinking and research than i have time for rn so!! transmasc remus

honestly i don’t think that remus would know he was trans super early? he might have if not for the whole werewolf thing, but as it is i think he would have spent most of his childhood more focused on being a werewolf and worrying about that and hiding it and therefore would have pushed any gender and sexuality thoughts to the side

i do think that he would have figured it out at hogwarts. as a kid he was always fairly isolated but also allowed to do more or less what he wanted, but then at hogwarts he would have been very suddenly pushed into all this interaction with other people and also all the very gendered stuff that he was mostly able to avoid before — separate dorms for boys and girls, potentially different uniforms depending on how you think of the hogwarts uniforms (i personally don’t have any concrete ideas about them), teachers calling miss lupin — and at that point he can’t really keep on indefinitely ignoring his discomfort at being lumped in with the girls

he does make friends with the girls in his dorm; dorcas, marlene, mary, and emmeline. not lily. we’ll get there. anyway: they’re all nice and lovely and he loves them to bits and they love him and they’re all the best of friends, they really are. but he also sometimes gets the sense that he’s not quite like them somehow. (and maybe he doesn’t know this, but dorcas feels the same sometimes. nonbinary dorcas is a hill i am willing to die on)

he does have a not like other girls phase. it’s short lived, because his friends tell him he’s being shitty, and then he feels bad so he keeps it to himself. it’s also around then that he starts to think about why, exactly, he’s so determined to be not like other girls. he thinks about it mainly so that he’s able to not be awful to his friends, but it eventually leads to oh shit. wait is that a thing? can i be not a girl?

he spends a lot of time in the library after that, trying to find any evidence of people like him. it’s there that he finds lily, although she’s not lily yet, looking for the same thing, but different. she wants to know if she can be a girl.

it’s exciting for both of them, that moment of im not alone look you’re here too you’re like me!! they still don’t know if they can tell anyone, but they have each other now, and that’s something. they choose their names together. remus tells lily he’s a werewolf. she thinks his choice of name is hilarious. she tells him that she wants to be lily because her parents always wanted to name both their children after flowers, but it’s hard to find boy’s names that are also flowers. remus tells her it’s a beautiful name.

she also introduces him to the boys she shares a dorm with. remus already knows who they are, but he hasn’t talked to them much. he’s been too busy with other things to seek out friends he doesn’t share a room with. they’re lovely though, all of them. james, sirius, peter, frank. frank seems like the odd one out, but lily tells remus that he doesn’t mind. his friends are in other houses. the other three boys like remus immediately. the four of them spend all their time together, they become notorious, and remus loves them just as much as he loves his roommates, and he didn’t know he’d ever have this many friends, and he loves it.

he comes out to them, and to his roommates, after sirius approaches remus one day, looking nervous, and says that they read somewhere about they/them pronouns and that they’d like to use those. they look terrified, and remus hugs them and says he’s proud of them and says i’m sort of like that too, and that’s how he comes out. lily does as well, shortly after. then dorcas. one by one, they find out that nearly everyone in the group is queer. they all think it’s amazing and hilarious and fantastic.

for a few years, remus won’t wear skirts at all, won’t touch makeup unless it’s to help sirius, doesn’t want to risk being seen as a woman at all if he can help it. but then he graduates, moves out from home, moves in with his friends, and the more he is seen as a man, the more comfortable he becomes with the idea of femininity.

he thinks, and he talks to sirius, and he decides that he does like they/them pronouns, and starts using them alongside he/him. they let sirius do their makeup sometimes, he steals some of their clothes, or lily’s. they start to relax in their gender, because they can. because he feels more comfortable now than he ever has in his life, and they don’t really want to have to go to all the trouble of performing a whole gender anyway, when it’s so much easier to just exist. so that’s what he does. he exists

#fic rec #remus lupin #this was funnnnnn #:DD #it got a bit long and it’s a fic/hc hybrid but that’s okay <33 #anyway hope y’all enjoy it!! <3333

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thecreelhouse · 3 years

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all of you

Paring: Steve Harrington x Non-binary!Reader

Summary: just some cute comforting fluff about reader wanting to explore their gender expression and Steve being a supportive partner!! follow up to they/them/theirs !

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: some language maybe? light talks of gender dysphoria and questioning what makes someone “non-binary” (reminder: the only thing that makes u a certain gender is u identifying with it), but lots of fluff to help! Also, sweater stealing and polo hating.

A/N: hi! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted something that isn’t smut lmao. again, this is for all my fellow NB readers, but anyone is welcome to read! And please remember, one non-binary experience does not fit all! What works for you is most important! Take care and hope y’all enjoy! <3

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“Is that my sweater?”

Steve’s hand was intertwined into yours, shielded from the cold while the oversized sleeve spilled over your fingers.

You looked ahead to the park’s path in front of you, watching leaves gently flutter off the trees with each breeze that rolled through. The air was crisp and smelled of late Autumn, and an earlier sunset began to blanket the scenery in golden hour’s warm light.

Steve slowed his pace while he took a longer look at the sweater you wore, a lazy smile curling at his lips. “That’s definitely my sweater.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Harrington.” You shrugged as you tugged on his arm. Steve stopped, bringing your attempts forward to a halt. “What?”

“You know, if you continue to steal my clothes, I won’t have anything to wear,” Steve joked, followed by a light chuckle. You couldn’t help frowning though, and he noticed, pulling you into a hug. “What’s up, love?”

You sighed loudly, face buried into his shoulder before mumbling, “I just wanna know how it feels.”

Confused, Steve pulled back to get a better look at you. “Know how what feels? Look, if you wanted to wear some of my sweaters, all you have to do is ask. It’s cute—“

You shook your head fiercely before glancing around, making sure the trail was still empty aside from you and Steve.

“I- I wanted to kinda’... you know…” Your eyes darted around everywhere, avoiding Steve’s gaze. “See how it feels to dress more… more masculine, I guess.”

It had been about a month since you opened up about your gender struggle to Steve, which meant it had also been a month since you both confessed your feelings for one another. It was all still fresh, this whole battle of questioning your own gender. You didn’t feel like a girl, or a boy. You still liked to dress more feminine, but some days you wondered how it would feel to wear masculine outfits.

Gender, in clothes, in things, felt pointless to you. It felt like a big charade, but you still wanted to explore the areas where you knocked boundaries of gender down. So, you quietly had been borrowing Steve’s clothes here and there… without his knowledge, of course.

“Oh,” Steve replied, nodding. He didn’t quite get it himself, wanting to explore and test the limits society placed everyone in with their assigned gender at birth, but he did understand when something was important to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sighed, relieved but also flustered, still caught up on your own tangled thoughts.

“I’m— I don’t want to fuck this up.” You blurted out, laughing bitterly at yourself. Steve looked at you with concern. “What if this is just a…. a phase, or something?”

“If it is, isn’t it just as important that you figure yourself out through it?” Steve shrugged, trying to calm your nerves. “In the end, it’s just clothes. Can’t hurt, right?”

You stared up at Steve in awe of his casual attitude, though it still held love and support. It was something that you’d appreciate until the end of time, the way he could just accept people for who they were, or who they changed into, open mind and all.

“You sure?” You asked softly, and Steve grinned in response.

“Yeah, of course. We can do, like, a fashion show tonight, or whatever. My closet’s all yours, babe.”

You hugged him tightly, knocking a laugh out of his chest. Joy and relief overwhelmed you, recognizing that this was something you could always talk to Steve about. It would really take time, always such a shock someone was on your side in this world filled with uncertainties and ignorance.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You squeezed him as you mumbled into his sweater.

Steve could only hug you closer, pressing kisses to the top of your head before you pulled away, anxious to head back to the car. You stomped ahead through the brisk breeze, one mission on your mind.

“Whoa! Where’s the fire? I promise my clothes aren’t going anywhere!” Steve laughed out as you pulled him along back down the path. “They’re all yours when we get back.”

“Sorry, just excited.” You grinned sheepishly as you looked over your shoulder at him. “Except the polos, I’m staying the fuck away from those.”

“Wh— What’s wrong with my polos?!”

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“Have you always had freakishly long arms?”

Steve looked up from a magazine he had been flipping through while sprawled across his bed. He tucked his lips inward, trying to keep a straight face as he focused on you.

You wore a long sleeve tee under one of his beloved vests, only the sleeves hung off your body like long ribbons. You had lost count of the number of outfit combinations you had tried, and successfully hated. It’s not that you hated the clothes, no, because on Steve, they looked great. On you, though...

Your eyes flicked to Steve’s face and narrowed as he stifled a laugh, nearly letting it slip out.

“Don’t laugh at me, I know you want to laugh.”

Steve shook his head quickly, incredibly animated as he sat up and shoved the magazine aside as he slid to the edge of his bed, closer to where you stood.

“Not at you, just…” Steve slowly spoke, trying to keep his laughter inside. “I- you- have I always been… longer than you?”

You broke first, throwing one of the sleeves over your face as you howled in laughter over Steve’s words.

“That makes it sound even worse!” You giggled, finally breaking Steve into his own fits of laughter.

“Well- I mean—“ Steve had to catch his breath, running his hand through his hair. “You just look like… like a kid dressing in their dad’s clothes.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically before flopping onto the bed next to Steve, face buried into the comforter. Steve laid back down next to you, gently pushing to flip you over. You took the hint and rolled over, looking at Steve with a cartoonish pout.

“That’s the last thing I want. I just… I want to feel like me in the clothes I pick.” You grumbled, sliding out of the vest before throwing it to the floor. “Let’s be real, I can’t pull the vests off the way you can.”

Steve smirked, leaning up on his elbows before looking back at you. “Not many can, it’s alright.”

“Alright, King Steve, settle it down.” You teased, and Steve scoffed before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you on top of him as he held you close.

You giggled and hummed, content to have his comfort through this absolutely absurd idea.

“Maybe dressing masc just isn’t for me, Steve.” You sighed, burying your head into the crook of his neck. Steve began rubbing soothing motions into your back as he continued to hold you.

“Well, to be fair, it’s my closet you’ve been digging through,” Steve chuckled. “You could have a completely different style from me. I mean, even when you dress more feminine, your style is far different from mine.”

You smiled softly before mumbling into his neck, “That’s because I’m more fashionable than you, Harrington.”

Steve laughed before rolling over, ending up looking down over you as your back rested on the bed. Steve’s features carried more seriously than his tone did.

“I’m gonna ignore that,“ Steve started, reaching out for your face to caress your cheek with his thumb lightly. You leaned into his soft touch. “You’ve always worn what you’ve wanted because it’s you.”

Your brow quirked up at his words, staying silent to let him continue.

“You can always try dressing in whatever clothes you want, whoever they’re labeled for, because they’re just clothes. I think you accepted that a long while ago, and you’ve been confident in what you wear already.”

You stared up at Steve in awe, always impressed with how he seemed to be steps ahead of you in this journey of embracing whatever your gender seemed to be.

Sighing, you ran a hand over your face, closing your eyes. “I thought— god, this will sound ridiculous outside of my head— I thought if I dressed more masculine, I could be taken more seriously. Y’know, with my… my gender, and stuff.”

Steve blinked a few times, eyes searching yours as they opened again. He was quiet for only a moment, but it felt incredibly long and drawn out.

“You will always be taken seriously, any way you dress. Well…” Steve trailed off with a small laugh, “... except if maybe you had to dress like … a chicken, or something.”

“A chicken?!” You laughed out, rolling your eyes. “I’m having a crisis over my identity, and you think the worst could be me dressing as poultry?!”

Steve laughed at your response, leaning his head down to yours, foreheads touching. He didn’t pull away as the two of you let your laughter die down.

“Listen- okay—“ You reached up to cradle his face, and he forced himself to be serious, only to break again with more laughter. “- Okay, listen! You’re incredible no matter what you wear, no matter what gender roles you present yourself in. You know why?”

“Because I’m hot?” You joked, and Steve shoved your shoulder playfully as you laughed it off.

“Yeah, that’s an advantage,” Steve rolled his eyes. “But it’s because you’re you. In the end of it all, you’re always you. What makes you non… non— fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot how to say it.”

“Non-binary,” You assisted, and Steve nodded, mentally taking note to keep practicing to remember the new terminology for you.

“Non-binary. Right. Got it. Thank you.” Steve said, mumbling it to himself again before continuing his words of comfort. “You’ve told me before there’s no rules, really. You just don’t feel like a girl, and that’s okay. It’s always going to be okay, no matter who you feel like. Whether you feel this forever or your gender changes as time goes on, you are you. That’s what’s most important, babe.”

You sighed a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, relieved by Steve’s words. You leaned forward on your elbows, and Steve shifted back so you could sit up with him.

“How the hell do you have this more figured out than I do?” You laughed quietly as you shook your head. Steve ran a hand up to hold your face gently again as he smiled down at you.

“I don’t.” Steve answered honestly. “I just know you’re happiest being yourself. Always have been, always will be, and that’s what matters most.”

“I hate admitting it, but, Steve Harrington, you are right.” You said, leaning into his touch again.

“I know,” He jokingly replied, grinning. “If you do want to try out more clothes than just what’s in the women’s section in the mall, we can always go shopping together and pick what you like. If anyone asks, it’s for me. Also, if anyone thinks they have the right to ask, I’ll tell them to take a hike.”

You laughed, feeling tears build along the edges of your eyes, happy ones. Ones of relief.

A month ago, you had never thought of admitting this secret of who you truly were, and instead, you ended up telling your best friend, Steve. Best friend first, through and through, even as newly self-proclaimed lovers.

He had always supported you being yourself, so it really came as no surprise that support carried over to your gender, too.

“I love every inch of that kind, intelligent brain of yours, Harrington.” You said, reaching out to his face before pulling him close into a soft, slow kiss. You could feel Steve smile into the kiss, and you’d bet he was probably blushing, too.

“Yeah?” He asked as he pulled back. “What else do you like?”

With an eye roll, you shoved his arm playfully, but he wrapped his arms around you tightly, showering you in kisses on every inch of your face he could reach.

“That you accept me for me, even through this confusing journey.” You replied softly. “Also, you’re a babe, but that’s nothing new.”

“Well, of course I do. That’s the best thing about you. All of you is my favorite part.” Steve answered so surely, pressing a kiss to your forehead before chuckling. “Also, I know I am, but thanks for trying to butter me up anyway.”

“Did it work enough so I could borrow another one of your cozy sweaters?” You jokingly asked, though the coziness of your partner’s clothing was no joke to you.

“You have, like, five of mine right now!” Steve whined, earning more giggles from you. “I’m just getting you sweaters for Christmas this year so you leave mine alone.”

“Nuh-uh, you said you liked all of me, you have to accept my sweater stealing side, too.” You teased, sticking your tongue out.

Steve sighed in defeat, admiring how cute you looked, even when challenging him to get what you want. He jerked his chin over towards his closet. “Go pick what you want, brat.”

You kissed his cheek quickly before replying with a soft, “I love you,” before moving to shift off the bed.

It took a few moments for you to register what you had said, and when it clicked, you turned around, eyes wide, almost mirroring Steve’s expression of surprise.

“I’m sorry- I- fuck—“ You began to babble out nervously, “- I just- I wanted that to be so much more special, and it’s okay if you don’t want to say it yet, or at all—“

Steve followed you, closing the gap between your faces once more to catch your lips against his in another soft, sweet kiss, one that left goosebumps creeping across your skin.

He pulled back just enough where your noses were touching, hands cradling the sides of your face before whispering, “I love you too. All of you.”

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