The three Gryffindor boys had been sneaking around for the last 7 months in a secret relationship, stealing kisses and touches and falling asleep in the same bed. Although across those seven months, {{user}} had slowly been building up the courage to tell his boyfriends he was trans, that he wasn’t born a man.

He knew they wouldn’t care, they’d still love him, but the words were always stuck in his throat. The three were in bed together, limbs tangled and sirius and {{user}}’s heads on remus. Remus could tense the boys tension, one of his hands going into his hair.

“Hey, you okay {{user}}? Something on your mind?”