#ftm james potter

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@croptopjames submission for mr james fleamont potter's birthday<3

2598 words - NSFW - cw: spanking, squirting, dirty talk, lil bit of degradation theyre being nasty idk it escalated

aka feral fucking your husband after seeing him in a shirt that doesn't quite fit like it used to~

“Baby, I’m home,” Regulus shouts after entering the front door, kicking it closed behind him with his foot as he balances the huge ice cream cake precariously on both his hands.

They’ve invited the whole family as per usual, what with their first year with Harry out of the house coming back from uni for his dad’s special day, Sirius and Remus driving down and picking up Effie and Monty on the way. All their friends will come later this week for brunch.

Today it’s just the few of them though and Regulus finds himself with a spring in his step at the thought of all of them together today.

James has taken the day off and Regulus was able to weasel his way into only half a shift today which he nearly missed entirely after the way James had sat down in his lap first thing in the morning and ridden him until he was shaking, cursing and babbling incoherently, all the while his husband was seated on his throne, smiling brightly, happiest man in the world, practically taking the matter of his birthday gift into his own hands.

“Hi love!” comes from somewhere on the higher level of the house.

Regulus brings the cake into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket and quickly dispensing the celebratory sweet in the freezer before James sees it.

Not a moment after Regulus closes the drawer to grab a bowl of blueberries from the fridge James comes into the kitchen, huffing and cheeks flushed, a presumably heavy box of just…stuff in his arms that he must have gotten from the attic.

“James,” Regulus starts, blinking, “You were supposed to take the day off.”

His husband smacks a content kiss onto his cheek, grinning brightly. His glasses are smudged and sitting crookedly over his nose and Regulus is pretty sure he spotted a bit of spiderwebs in the mess of his hair.

“Ehh,” James makes dismissively, “I still felt restless after I hit the gym this morning once you left.”

He places the box down with a heavy thunk, petting its side like a horse—he’s such a dad, “And we’ve been wanting to get started on these babies after spring cleaning anyway, remember?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, fondness betraying him when the corners of his mouth tug upwards, “Mm, that might be true. Still it’s your birthd—”

Regulus halts.

“Love?” James looks at him inquiringly, hands propped on his hips.

On his very much naked hips. A palm length sliver of skin exposed between the indecently thin and short gym shorts and the—

“James, baby, what are you wearing?”

Oh, Regulus’ mouth is so, so dry.

“Huh?” James looks down at himself, shuffling in place before his head snaps back up to Regulus, “Oh! Yeah I found one of my old shirts from uni.” His husband snickers, giving a little twirl and shaking his hips from side to side like he isn’t currently taking five years off Regulus’ life expectancy.

“You–” Regulus stops again, eyes glued to the small swell of his stomach over the band of the white shorts, the dark hair splattered all over and coiling at the center, carving a path up and downwards. It’s downright indecent. His arms fill out the shirt just how they used to back in uni but with the difference that it’s more fat than muscle now—though Regulus knows well enough from personal experience how strong his husband still is. His pecs are visibly straining the material, the washed out, maroon letters spelling HOGWARTS cracking from the stretch.

Even more so when James leans back on his palms against the dining table, draping himself all prettily against the edge and smiling coyly, blinking doe brown eyes from under long lashes at Regulus as if he didn’t already have him warpped around his finger hook, line and sinker.

“Baby,” Regulus rasps and he barely recognises his own voice.

“Yeah, Reg?” James purrs, tilting his head and exposing the expanse of his neck.

“How long until Harry arrives?”

“An hour or two, depending on traffic,” James responds, voice all husky. Regulus is going to wreck him. Reduce him to a stuttering, squirting mess in the matter of half an hour, take his fucking word for it.

“Good enough,” Regulus grits out and then he crosses the distance in two long strides, already yanking at his tie.

They meet in a mess of parted lips, clicking teeth and tongues nudging, eager as ever, trying to lick into each other’s mouths and taste. Greedy for it, happily swallowing moans and tugging their bodies close. They slot into each other easily, practiced after all these years, decades and Regulus reckons that’s how they somewhat safely find their way onto the couch.

Regulus’ back hits the cushions with a soft oompf, barely time to gasp another breath and reach for his husband before James is straddling his lap, clasping Regulus’ stubbly jaw in warm, calloused palms and pulling him right back into their kiss. They don’t stay there for long with the way James is restlessly shifting on top of him, grinding his crotch right against the bulge in Regulus’ slacks, making them both groan.

At some point Regulus abandons James’ mouth in favor of kissing over the stubble of his cheek and jaw and latch onto his throat while simultaneously trying to get his stupid shirt buttons open. When the takes too long however James seems to grow impatient, batting his hands away and fumbling with them himself while they pant and grunt into each other’s mouths.

Regulus is nipping at James’ lower lip, already swollen and an obscene kiss bitten red and his husband makes a sound. Downright needy and he’s sitting there on top of Regulus, flushed and with that dazed look in his eyes, moaning like a little slut, so Regulus can’t quite help himself when he pulls one hand around and smacks James’ firmly on the bum.

It elicits a gasp, high pitched and followed by a long, drawn out moan and James sinking deeper into his lap, recapturing his mouth and desperately rutting down against where Regulus is hard and already throbbing. It’s a medical miracle, truly, that no matter how many times they’ve had sex, Regulus’ erection is always at its best form for James.

“Mnh,” James makes, their lips parting with a wet smacking noise, “Need you, baby.”

Regulus grunts, fingers digging harshly into the meat of James’ arse, “Slut.”

Just like expected, James whimpers, and so prettily at that. Eyebrows scrunching pitifully and he grinds once more, helplessly, “Please, please.” 

“But of course, sweety,” Regulus relents easily, licking a hot stripe up his neck, along his jawbone and then right across his slack mouth, “Anything for the birthday boy.”

James moans in response, nodding his head frantically.

Regulus nods his head towards the end of the couch where the pillows are piled, “Scoot up.”

His husband does so dutifully and it doesn’t take longer than a second for Regulus to make James lift his hips and rip the sheer piece of nylon off and throw it over his shoulder, not quite surprised yet still horribly taken off guard by the lack of boxer briefs underneath.

Regulus is left with nothing to do but stare at the mess of wet, thick curls and pink fold glistening with James’ slick, spit pooling under his tongue in an instant. He grabs James’ ankles, settling them over his shoulders, trainers still on and letting his hands drive over white tennis socks, hairy shins and strong calves. Digging his thumb in there and relishing in the gasp he elicits from his husband that way, hips twitching with the suspense. Regulus strokes up his boney knees, massages the big muscle of his thighs, the hair tickling his palms softly, all the while letting himself pitch forward, making sure to spill warm breath over where James wants him most right now.

He goes further, letting his hands rake up and over his stomach, rucking the shirt up as he goes and tucking it over the swell of his pecks, exposing him for Regulus to play with.

James is panting, short little puffs of breath, brimming with excitement and barely refraining from whimpering on the way out each time.

Predictably, he breaks once Regulus lazily swirls a tongue around his exposed nipple, holding the eye contact and watching with satisfaction as James’ eyelids flutter. He can’t help but grin, nipping at the hardened nub before he retreats, settling himself comfortably between James’ thighs and without warning diving right in.

James positively screams the moment Regulus closes his lips around his cock, sucking him into his mouth and rolling him around between his lips until the bucking of his hips throws him off. Regulus hoists an arm over James’ hips, belting him down, and wastes no time inserting one finger into James’ searing wetness, sinfully hot inside.

“Ahh yesyes, please more, love, please m-hah—” James babbles, throwing his head back when Regulus drives into him with another finger, crooking them upwards and watching shamelessly as his husband’s precum pools all over his digits before diving back in to lick at his little cock. 

He works them steadily up to each finger until he is four in deep, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of James and sucking and mouthing at the bundle of nerves until James’ noises grow an edge.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Regulus asks, muffled between licks, jaw aching slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, gonna– hnng,” James breaks off, screwing his eyes shut when Regulus gives a particularly harsh suck, noises obscenely loud.

He’s fisting the cushions like his life depends on it, white knuckling them in his grip, and it only takes a handful more thrusts and licks before James is shuddering through his first orgasm. Breaths coming quicker until he eventually breaks off into a keen, thighs quivering around Regulus’ head, squeezing at his skull and riding it out, grinding his cunt uncoordinatedly forward into Regulus’ face all the while convulsing around his fingers.

He squeezes in waves of pleasure and it makes Regulus so delirious that he blinks and the next thing he knows is him kneeling against James’ ass, belt undone, slacks shoved down just enough and prodding at his slick, puffy entrance with the head of his cock.

James is staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, mouth agape and pupils so dilated they’ve swallowed most of the beautiful, dark chocolate brown.

“Baby,” Regulus prompts, bending James’ knees towards his ears with a grunt, “Jamie, be a good boy and hold these there for me.” His husband slowly blinks him back into focus, silently obliging and hooking his fingers into the bend of his knees—thank the higher powers James still does yoga once a week.

Regulus leans in, one hand holding him up off the couch, the other fisting around the length of him and smearing it through James’ wetness, “Now are you going to be able to be good and keep yourself wide open for me or are you already fucked too stupid, huh? An old man? Maybe we should postpone it for next year, ay papi, what do you say?”

James whines pathetically, rubbing his head into one of the throw pillows, knotting his black hair up even more before he swallows frantically, “No, Reg, pleaseplease, I can take it. Please, love, I’m gonna be good for you, I prom–Aah—”

Regulus bottoms out in one smooth thrust, vision dotting with black spots at the mind bending heat and vice grip James has on him, already pulsing around him shallowly.

He grants James a moment to get used to being full, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and listening for when his whimpers turn into soft moans, turning needy again, and then he reaches up to grip his chin, “Then take it, slut.”

The pace he picks up into is hard, not too fast but unforgiving and steady, a sure way to drive James crazy. Regulus nips his way along his husband’s chest, nuzzling his nose through chest hair and biting and licking at his dark nipples, tasting salt and sweat, feeling his cock twitch at the taste deep inside his husband.

When Regulus feels himself lose rhythm he hikes James’ legs impossibly higher, draping one of them over his shoulder before he starts spanking him again. The angle is awkward but it’s working, going off of the way James keeps jerking at the stinging contact, clenching around the length of Regulus and working himself into a frenzy, gasping and whimpering and groaning like he’s getting the best cock of his entire life. 

“Touch yourself, baby,” Regulus demands, breath stuttering as he watches a fat tear roll down the side of James’ face, disappearing into the shorter hair at his temple.

Regulus keeps James’ thighs wide and open, rolling his hips with abandon, groaning and panting with every thrust, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and desperately trying not to lose control when James snakes a hand between his legs, frantically circling his cock while Regulus keeps pumping in and out of him.

“If you could only see yourself, baby,” Regulus grits out, “Fucking masterpiece, splayed out for me like this. Obliging my every demand, so fucking good, baby.”

James moans happily, tongue lolling out and without thinking Regulus sticks two of his fingers into his mouth, rubbing over his tongue and feeling the saliva coat them thickly.

“Can you go ahead and cum for me again, Jamie?”

James whines an affirmative around his digits, slurping messily, a trickle of drool trailing down the corner off his mouth.

“Think you’ll be a good boy and squirt all over me, baby? You know how much I love when you cum like that, hm?”

James breath hitches impossibly, eyes threatening to flutter shut as he nods deliriously.

Regulus quickly grabs him by the jaw, “Keep looking at me, James. I know you can do that for me, baby.”

And so he does.

On the next thrust James starts quivering again, fingers working furiously over his cock, mouth falling open around a silent scream and gazing Regulus right in the eyes as he pounds into him and James squirts around him. Spraying everywhere, absolutely in all directions and fucking messy, wetting Regulus’ torso and the couch—Regulus wouldn’t be surprised if the carpet wasn’t unscathed either.

That’s really all Regulus can take before his hips stutter in their pace and he buries himself deep inside James, letting the pulsing of his husband’s orgasm milk him dry as he spills and spills his cum into James for what feels like minutes on end.

At some point James lets his trembling legs back down, crossing his ankles tightly under Regulus’ bum as this one keeps jerking into his husband’s hole.

Once they’re both done Regulus is too exhausted to do anything else but collapse forward into James’ chest which he accepts with a happy hum.

They take a few minutes like this, James slowly coming to and starting to play with the curls at Regulus’ nape and Regulus breathing in the comforting scent of James, raking his short nails up and down the side of his ribcage.

After a while James presses a feebly kiss into the side of Regulus’ head, huffing out a big breath that makes Regulus rise with the motion of his chest before he snickers, “Well, happy fucking birthday to me.”

Regulus chuckles into the crook of James’ neck, dropping a kiss there before lifting and staring into his husband’s droopy eyes, “Yeah, happy fucking birthday to you, baby.”

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Draco at the Potters for dinner

James: Draco, we’re so happy to have you here

Draco: Thank you Mr. Potter

Sirius: *constantly judging Draco*

Remus: Oh come on Sirius. Aren’t you happy that Harry got a boyfriend?

Sirius: Harry, you know that he’s your second cousin right?

Regulus: Well at least he’s following the family tradition

Remus: *spits out his tea*

James: wtf just happened…

*Harry and Draco totally traumatised*

[northlt]

James trying to flirt: I love your name

Trans!Regulus: Thanks, i picked it myself

[corwnvus]

A trans regulus wip I'm working on!!! 💪

Will most definitely change a few thing, like the face (he looks to much like how I draw draco and idk why)

[floralembarrassment]

Problems... (1/4)

"Sirius I don't know how to tell them..." Regulus whispered into the dark of his brother's room.

"Reggie I promise you they are not going to care. Effie literally lobbied the PTA so a girl James didn't even know could play on the girls volleyball team. Volleyball Regulus not a single one of us even cares about volleyball! She wasn't even in our year," Sirius replied back.

He was trying to be reassuring but as he watched his brother worry his lip between his teeth he knew it wasn't working.

"James knows, yeah?" Sirius question.

"Yes," Regulus replied tentatively.

Sirius' eyes narrowed as he got side tracked and starred at Regulus in the dark, "are you two being safe?"

Regulus shoved Sirius and rolled his eyes so big he was sure they would fall out. "Oh my gosh Sirius I'm not talking to you about that!"

"Well you're talking about to me about needing tampons so how am I supposed to know what's off limits?" Sirius laughed lightening the mood.

"Ugggg" Regulus groaned and flopped back on the bed.

Sirius fell backwards to lay next to him. He let their pinkies join together like when they were kids. "Look, I can help you or James can or heck we both can. But I swear on Remus' life, Effie and Monty are not going to care that you are trans, but Effie will feel really bad if you ruin all of your pants for something she could've helped with." Sirius said, nudging Regulus who chuckled slightly at the last part.

After a few moments of silence Regulus took a deep breath. He gathered all his courage and got up from the bed, because he knew Sirius was right and because he did want Effie and Monty to know, he was just so afraid of the reaction going wrong.

"Okay. I can do this," he whispered to himself as he walked across the room.

Sirius got up and followed him.

"No no Sirius, it's okay. I want to do this on my own," Regulus said in his true fashion. He would find Sirius later, after he processed how it went to then dissect it with his brother.

"Oh I know, I'm going to have a little talk with James," Sirius said. "I'm not ready to be a uncle just yet," Sirius added firmly.

Regulus shoved him into the wall but let him keep walking towards James' room as Regulus slowly walked down the stairs to find Effie for his own little talk.

[julesart04]

T4T James and Regulus!! ✨

Instagram: julesart.04

[oxydiane]

‘If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!’ Ron says fiercely, the fire in his eyes not weakened by his injury despite the way all colour had drained from his face. He can barely stand, holding onto Harry’s shoulder and shielding Harry’s body with his own.

Black doesn’t retort, a confused expression taking over his face as he blinks a few times. When he finally speaks, Harry’s chest tightens.

‘Who the hell is Harry?’

***

‘You know what this means?’ asks Black what feels like hours after, as they walk through the tunnel back to Hogwarts. ‘Turning Pettigrew in?’

‘You’re free,’ Harry replies.

‘Well… Your parents appointed me your guardian, if anything happened to them…’ Black mutters looking anywhere but at Harry. ‘I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you — I’m your Godfather.’

‘Yeah, I found that out for myself,’ Harry thinks back to the bitter memory of finding everything out during a snowy day in Hogsmeade. Back when he still had it all wrong.

‘I was so happy, when your dad asked me,’ the man’s eyes are fixed on the floor, a slight smile twisting his face. ‘You were a little miracle, for all of us, during the war… I still remember the first time I held you, that day I swore I wouldn’t ever let anything happen to my Godda—‘ Black must realise his mistake, because he cuts himself off with a sudden cough.

Harry frowns and Black resumes.

‘Yeah, I… I didn’t do a good job keeping any of those promises,’ he twists the wand in his hand. ‘But I… I want to… Of course, I’ll understand if you would rather stay with your aunt and uncle but… If you think about it and decide you want… If you want a different home…’

‘You’re asking me—‘ Harry interrupts his muttering, eyes shining. ‘You’re asking me to live with you? Leave the Dursleys?’

‘Of course, I thought you wouldn’t want to,’ Black replies frantically and Harry almost laughs because he couldn’t have got it any more wrong. ‘I get it, I just thought I’d—‘

‘Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! You got a house? When can I move in?’

Black turns to look at him, a surprised expression as he meets Harry’s smile.

‘You— you really want to? You mean it?’

‘Of course I mean it!’ Harry half-yells, barely able to keep his excitement under control. He was going to leave the Dursleys and live with Black! His… Godfather. A sudden thought makes its way inside Harry’s head as he remembers Black’s previous slip-ups and his smile falters for a second before adding. ‘But, uhm… You have to know that I’m not… I’m not your Goddaughter.’

A strange glint passes through Black’s clear eyes.

‘Then,’ he says easily. ‘I guess I’ve got a Godson.’

‘Yeah…’ Harry’s smile comes back tenfold, his chest a lot lighter. ‘That you’ve got.’

Black smiles back and they both ignore the rough sound of Snape’s passed out body bumping the low ceiling.

‘You know, I kept telling Lily they would have a baby boy, she had so little morning sickness! And the hunger, James ought to have earned some kind of chef title by the end of it.’

Harry can’t help but grin at the fond look on Black’s face.

[capay9267]

Home

So, this got like really long. This is more one-shot than microfic but oh well.

Prompt by: @myfavcharacterdidntdrown

I held the box in my hands.

It was a Christmas present.

I had learned that Christmas wasn’t special.

It’s probably just a dress you’ll be forced to wear. That little voice in my head told me. 

Christmas is just an excuse for Mother and Father to smother you in everything feminine they can find. It told me as I held the box.

It was a flat cardboard box—one of the ones that usually holds clothes.

It’s a dre- The little voice in my head was cut off by Mrs. Potter’s sweet voice.

“You’re holding it upside down, sweetheart,” She always called me a combination of pet names.

She called all of us pet names.

Me, Siri, Remus, Peter, James… Hell, even Barty and Evan.

At first, it made me uncomfortable but now I feel this warmth bubble in my chest when she says them. 

I looked at her confused as I flipped the box over… then gasped.

“Regulus” was written across the box in Mrs. Potter’s fancy script.

Regulus.

Regulus was written across the box.

Regulus.

Not Revati.

Regulus.

My name was written across the box in Mrs. Potter’s fancy script.

The little voice disappeared as I carefully cut the tape with my fingernail and pulled open the box.

I pulled away the tissue paper and was met with… a… sports bra?

Wait-

That’s not-

Is it-

I must have looked shocked because James moved from the floor to sit on the couch beside me and rubbed my back.

“Is it…” I let my voice trail off as I looked from James to Siri and finally to Mrs. Potter.

“It’s a binder, love,” Mrs. Potter says as I carefully pick up the fabric as if it would disappear.

“Go try it on!” Siri said, excitement lacing his tone.

I stood up and walked upstairs with the fabric in hand.

After I put it on I looked at myself in the mirror. 

I picked up the shirt that I had been wearing before setting it back down. 

I picked up the sweater that Mrs. Potter had made me instead. 

It was green with a silver “R” across the front. 

It was slightly tighter than I usually wore but I found that it wasn’t uncomfortable like I thought it would be.

I turned to the side and ran my hands over my now flat chest.

It was incredible.

Tears filled my eyes as James, Evan, and Barty entered the room.

I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“I know, darling,” James said as he walked over to me.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Barty and Evan joined and I was surrounded by the warmth and love of my boyfriends.

This.

This is what home feels like.

[st3ddie-starchas3r]

I’m sorry but writing t4t (ftm) Reg / (mtf) Jamie hits different. Not even big on trans Reg personally but damn the euphoria from writing Reg help her through her identity crisis 🙏🏽

[tolinn]

It's always ftm regulus but never ftm james💔

[nikolai-alexi]

Am I currently writing an exceptionally smutty and kinky fic with poly Jegulus, Rosekiller, Regulus x Barty x Evan (do they have a ship name??), Darksun, Bartylus, Rosechaser, and Jegulus x Rosekiller? Perhaps. Is anyone other than me going to enjoy it? Probably not. Will that stop me? Absolutely not. Do I ship most of them together legitimately? No, but they’re all hot and I think I’ve read nearly every smutfic available with them in their separate ships and together so here we are. Should I be ashamed? 100% but I’m definitely not. Send help.

[anonymouse5]

trans!Regulus who loves wearing skirts

trans!Regulus who stops wearing skirts when he transitions, for one reason or the other.

James who sees him in shorts for the first time after he’s transitioned, frowns, and says, “i miss your skirts.”

trans!Regulus wearing skirts sometimes because he likes the way James smiles when he does.

and because he likes skirts.

it can be both.

[theauthxr]

I just want Harry to treat me like his little doll, praise me,pet me and breed me

Is that too much to ask? :(

Just wanna be his dumb little baby that follows him around and helps him relieve his stress <3

[northlt]

Imagine Sirius just pretending he can’t see Orion and Walburga after Regulus comes out as trans because he keeps insisting that they’re TRANS-PARENT

[rosekiller-addict]

okay hear me out

trans masc barty

[floralembarrassment]

So the people have SPOKEN (you know who you are @starman-o7 & @copeing-through-marauders) and because @softgaygothdude made me cry y'all are getting more!

Problems... (2/4)

Regulus took each step slowly, listening to see if he could hear Effie and Monty. He didn't want to eavesdrop, he just wanted to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything important. When he took the last few steps and became visible to the kitchen, he was addressed with a warmth he still wasn't used to.

"Regulus! Come down for a bedtime cuppa have you?" Monty asked as he set the kettle down from which he had just poured for himself.

He looked around the kitchen. Monty leaning against the counter as he fixed up his tea, and Effie was sitting at the table. "Umm, yeah I uh yes please. Thank you." Regulus stuttered quietly, out his eyes lingered on Euphemia.

"Well help yourself," Monty said clearly reading that he wasn't the one Regulus had come down to see. He kissed Effie on the head, "I'll just be heading up to bed darling, I'll see you up there."

Monty smiled at Regulus, who offered a small one back, and he walked up the stairs leaving Regulus alone with Effie. She stood and tipped her head to the kettle, "want me to make it for you, yeah?" She offered but had already started moving to do so.

"Oh you don't have to-"

"It's nothing dear, you have a seat." She said and Regulus did as he was told.

He sat quietly while she made two cups, and Regulus smiled when he watched her make his the way he liked it without even having to ask. When she sat back down, placing a cup each in front of the them, she titled her head and asked in her softest motherly voice, "something on your mind Regulus? Do you need anything?"

Regulus looked down into his tea, hands fiddling around the cup. "Umm, well now that you mention it, I um I'm really sorry but I need some some things for the bathroom..." he couldn't help stumbling over his words. His courage was gone and he was all nerves again.

"Oh of course sweetheart," Effie said. "We can get you anything you need. James mentioned you liked a certain shampoo but I bet we guessed wrong didn't we?"

She was all smiles and ready to solve any problem Regulus had. He couldn't believe it nor did he believe he deserved it. But remembering Sirius' words that she would feel bad if she couldn't take care of him, and while it might be missing the point that he was still going to act in a way to please a maternal figure, he was doing his best.

"No no you did guess correctly. No everything has been great really, it's just that um I was wondering if you had any um any..." and lowering his voice to whisper and leaning in he finished, "any tampons?"

After getting it out, he took a deep breath and looked up at Effie who had a slightly confused looked on her face. "We absolutely can get you some," she said a bit slowly, but still willing to give Regulus anything.

"Don't you want to know why?" Regulus said in shock.

"Only if you want to tell me dear," she said her smile and her eyes were soft, and Regulus couldn't help the tears that slid down his cheeks because he finally found a nice place to land.

Effie opened her arms in a question, and normally Regulus would shy away but right now he was happy to be comforted in a way he didn't know he could ever need.

"So you know that I'm trans?" Regulus whispered into Euphemia's shoulder.

She pulled back and looked at Regulus in the eyes. "I know you as Regulus, a wonderfully smart and thoughtful young man who is much kinder than he believes himself to be," Effie replied.

"So you don't care?" Regulus asked, again allowing his shock to be his courage.

"I only care that you are being taken care off and aren't doing anything dangerous," she explained sitting back down.

Regulus peered at her. He wasn't sure what she meant.

"Regulus I want you to listen to me, if there are things you want help with so you can be who you are, Monty and I will help you get the right care, okay?" She said, somehow simultaneously stern and supportive.

Regulus nodded, and realized he actually believed her. She patted his hand.

"Now, we are going to get you whatever products you need. There's a shop just up the street we can go together so you can tell me which ones you like, alright?" She said, and Regulus smiled.

"Thank you Effie, honestly." Regulus replied.

"Oh sweetheart this is nothing to thank me over. Actually I should be thanking you, because we are also going to get some treats and I have been dying for some chocolates," she said as she grabbed her keys and they walked out to the car.