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proposition - september 5th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287 - trans!regulus

Regulus stared into the mirror, picking and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, fighting back the nausea that crested through his body.

It was all wrong. The way his binder pinched at his skin, the way his shirt showed curves he wished he could magic from his hips, the way his face was free of stubble or shadow. Groaning, he leaned forward, trying to clear his brain of the self-hatred that flowed through him freely.

"Reg?"

James moved behind him, a hand hovering by his waist, waiting to touch him until he gave a tired nod. James was used to this by now. He knew to ask for permission to touch. But the fact that James knew made him feel worse, for some reason. Like he was a burden.

Until the other man spoke. "You look so handsome tonight, baby," he said, whispering from behind him, his chin resting on his shoulder, voice in his ear.

Regulus's eyes widened at the compliment, tears making them prickle. "You think so?"

"Always."

He turned, sinking into his boyfriend's arms. "It's a bad day today," he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into James's shirt. He knew it was unnecessary to say so, that James could recognize the signs of his dysphoria from a mile off, but he still felt the need to acknowledge it.

But James just pressed a kiss to his head. "I have a proposition for you," he said gently. "How about we stay in tonight? Pop in a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'm a bit too tired to go out. Is that okay?"

And as relief flooded through him, Regulus nodded, knowing this was for his benefit, and beyond thankful.

proposition - september 5th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 287 - trans!regulus

Regulus stared into the mirror, picking and pulling at the hem of his t-shirt, fighting back the nausea that crested through his body.

It was all wrong. The way his binder pinched at his skin, the way his shirt showed curves he wished he could magic from his hips, the way his face was free of stubble or shadow. Groaning, he leaned forward, trying to clear his brain of the self-hatred that flowed through him freely.

"Reg?"

James moved behind him, a hand hovering by his waist, waiting to touch him until he gave a tired nod. James was used to this by now. He knew to ask for permission to touch. But the fact that James knew made him feel worse, for some reason. Like he was a burden.

Until the other man spoke. "You look so handsome tonight, baby," he said, whispering from behind him, his chin resting on his shoulder, voice in his ear.

Regulus's eyes widened at the compliment, tears making them prickle. "You think so?"

"Always."

He turned, sinking into his boyfriend's arms. "It's a bad day today," he murmured, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into James's shirt. He knew it was unnecessary to say so, that James could recognize the signs of his dysphoria from a mile off, but he still felt the need to acknowledge it.

But James just pressed a kiss to his head. "I have a proposition for you," he said gently. "How about we stay in tonight? Pop in a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'm a bit too tired to go out. Is that okay?"

And as relief flooded through him, Regulus nodded, knowing this was for his benefit, and beyond thankful.