Identity V HOTSHOTS

Kreacher's Coming Out

intro: hi guys! welcome to the first chapter of my IDV ongoing collection of oneshots. i hope you enjoy (this is 100% unironic and un-satire.)

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A soapy mint foam drizzled down from Freddy Riley's chin. He sucked the toothpaste back up, "Fhhghh, mmmmm.." He hummed, the mint tingling his tongue. Finally, he swished the spit-spearmint concoction around in his mouth and spat it out in the sink. 

Then, Freddy waltzed down the hallway outside the bathroom in his sleepwear. This part of the manor was naturally dim, and at the end of the hall stood his friend's room that he could hardly make out, where Freddy would be staying the night. Freddy's room had a water leak, and the couch in the main hall was broken, so he had no choice but to spend the night on Kreacher's sofa. 

Without a knock, Freddy swung the door open and, to his shock, saw his friend Kreacher Pierson was standing at the foot of his bed with what seemed to be a bra in his hand.

"KREACHER? Is that a bra?!??!" Freddy shouted in surprise. He knew the thief had always "pulled" more women than him, but didn't expect him to house female undergarments in his own room. Mr. Pierson yelped, throwing the top on his bed and adjusting his shirt by pulling the front out. "Uh.." He cleared his throat. "You were supposed to knock, do you have any manners, Freddy???" Kreacher affirmed, upset and his mind racing with thoughts; 'Does he know?', 'Did he put the pieces together?' 'Am I in trouble..?'

"That bra.. it's not Ms. Dyers, is it?" Freddy chuckled. 

"No, of course not. I don't visit her outside of to get medical supplies.." Kreacher sighed, visibly uncomfortable and wanting to get the next few nights over with. "Anyways, you're going to be sleeping here for a while. Don't get my sofa dirty, it already has some stains." He pointed his nose to the couch on his right. There was a blanket draped over it and a wrinkled white pillow resting against the sofa arm.

Freddy plopped himself on the couch, crossing his legs. He laughed, teasing, "You're just going to gloss over the fact that you slept with some girl? Tell me, how was it? Was she beautiful?"

The thief furrowed his eyebrows, tensing up and getting increasingly angry at Freddy's misguided teasing. "I don't want to talk about it, Riley. Quit asking. This is my bedroom and I can kick you out when I want." Kreacher crossed his arms and leaned against the wooden end frame of his bed.

Freddy stood up and got close to Kreacher's face. "Kick me out? Ms. Dyer and Emma both agreed that I should stay here in the manor. Stop taking everything so seriously." Freddy pouted, shoving Kreacher back by placing a hand on his chest.

Kreacher grabbed Freddy's arm and pushed him away. "You're too close.." He felt a drip of sweat on his eyebrow.

Freddy was aggravated, and stepped forward again, shoving Kreacher harder by the chest, before leaving his hand there, feeling the outline of binding and lace over his friend's upper torso. Kreacher froze and looked Freddy Riley in the eye. Freddy blinked, "Are you wearing a bra..?" He inquired, truly puzzled and without a grin.

Kreacher put a shaky hand on Freddy's wrist. "Freddy... I.." Overwhelmed, he felt himself go red and even start to form tears before Freddy pulled away. "What are you wearing under that shirt?" Pierson heard from Freddy, and looked down, his cheeks rosy red.

"A binder."

Kreacher whispered softly, which wasn't loud enough for Freddy to make it out.

"A what?" He whispered back, mimicking his friend to make him more at ease.

"I'm wearing a binder." Kreacher raised his voice. "Ms. Emily Dyer made it for me. I wear it because I'm..."

"You're... what?" Freddy leaned in.

"Emily said I am 'transgender'. I was born a woman. Please understand. I have woman parts. I just didn't know how to tell anybody. Others said it is evil and an abomination, but this is just how I feel. I was born woman but have never connected with femininity. I am a man by heart. I wear the binding around my chest to appear more like a man." Kreacher sniffled, raising his head after speaking. Freddy stared back at him.

"I had read about this. I believe you, and I support you. I'm sorry for prying..."

Kreacher started crying harder and clenched his fists. "Freddy... I didn't think you would understand. I am very grateful..." He sobbed, wanting to stand straight but he couldn't as he was overcome with many emotions. He leaned in, putting his weight on Freddy as he wrapped his arms around his friend. 

Freddy embraced Kreacher, his hands reaching around his back. He once again felt the "binder" with his hands. "I won't tell anybody. I know what others would think. Have you told anybody else this?" He slowly let Kreacher go, and backed up to sit down on the couch. Kreacher wiped away the tears and sat down beside him.

"Well, I've only ever told Emily and you. Emily Dyer offered to surgically remove my breasts. She's been helping me with the gender dysphoria and has given me testosterone injections. It's to help me medically transition into a male. She's shielded me for so long. It's partially why I came to live in the manor. I've come so far. I'm very grateful for both her and you for the support and acceptance. It's all I've ever wanted, since I was a young kid. You know?" Kreacher turned to Freddy.

Freddy thought about it, nodding. "Yes, I think I understand." He peered down at his feet, before looking out the window at the candle on the night stand.

"I have many questions, but I wish not to harass you. It's late. You can see the moon through the window." Freddy pointed to it.

"I'm happy to answer them in the morning." Kreacher yawned, smiling. "Good night, Freddy Riley."

"Good night, Kreacher."