Wolfstar One Shots

My boy (Trans Sirius)

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Sirius is feeling Dysphoric and needs comfort after wearing his binder for too long. Remus delivers.

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Warnings: Dysphoria, dysphoric language
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He had managed to wear it for so long without anyone noticing. But the longer the binder stayed on, the more uncomfortable and rough it felt. But Sirius couldn't, he had been feeling so much better the last few days with it on, and his eyes watered at the thought of that feeling of gender euphoria disappearing. Whether with pain or with sadness however, he wasn't sure. It was the last lesson of the day, Charms, and the professor had asked the class a question. For once, the boy actually knew what was going on and in order to keep the teacher from choosing him next time, he raised his hand. The movement tugged on the material around his ribs and he winced, his breath stuttering for a moment, and looked forward quickly.
"Yes, Mr. Black?"
" Alarte Ascendare causes a target to shoot up into the sky" He answered the question and earned a smile and 5 points to Gryffindor. He however continued to look forward, feeling James's look on him ever since he registered his wince. Sirius swallowed quietly, hoping the Potter would look away, but instead his best friend raised his hand as well
"yes, Mr. Potter?"
"I spilt ink onto mine and Sirius's shirts, can I go quickly to wash them out?" James spoke quickly
"but I don't see-" the professor started and James quickly pushed his ink pot over with a quiet "oops"
The professor sighed and nodded, waving them off "okay go, both of you. The class is ending in 10 minutes anyways"
James didn't need telling twice and took Sirius's hand, pulling him out the door after giving Remus a knowing look. The werewolf nodded and packed his stuff up apart from the parchment he was writing on, ready to leave the moment the bell rang. If all three of them left, it would have been too suspicious.
"Is everything okay?" Peter whispered to Rem from his left and the tall boy nodded with a small sigh. He hoped so.

Once the two boys were out of the class and in their dorms, James gently stopped Sirius and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Pads.. you gotta take it off. It's been too long, give your body a break. You deserve it" he tried to keep his voice soft, seeing the Black already start to chew on his lips harder, pale fingers digging their nails into his palms. "It doesn't hurt James, I just twisted my arm wrong"
"bat shit. we both know you haven't been taking it off these past few days and I can't even imagine how difficult it must be to breathe right now"
Sirius said defensively "I can breathe! look-" And with that, he took a deep breath, hissing quietly as his ribs struggled to expand. That was enough for James. He walked over to Remus's drawer and pulled out the red sweater that Siri loved to wear, the one that was way too big on him and gave his sweater paws. He handed it to Sirius along with a plain black t-shirt. "wear this instead. Please Siri... at least for tonight"
The Black knew he had lost this argument and defeatedly took the clothes, going into the bathroom and closing the door. He stood in the middle of the bathroom and took a small breath before undoing his tie and shirt buttons, throwing them to the floor. Fingers curled around his binder, and he hesitated, still looking forward. But the quicker he gets this done, the better. The piece of clothing peeled away from his skin and he winced when his ribs finally expanded in a deep breath. The binder followed the shirt and tie onto the floor, and now the boy was standing there, shirtless, too scared to look down, clutching Remus's sweater to his chest like a lifeline. He... he couldn't look. He couldn't.
But as he was putting the sweater on, the wave of cold washed over him and he caught sight of himself in the mirror, and Sirius Black broke down.