Pride Month is coming to an end, but that doesn't mean that we stop being proud, or that we stop fighting. Respect, equality, and dignity are important no matter what time of year it is. We all need to keep pushing forward. In the meantime, enjoy this nice chunk of fluff. Just a warning: there is a Lime scene in this chapter. It's not explicit, but it's there.
Enjoy!
"This jacket is two hundred Lien!" Jaune gasped, staring at the price tag on a brown leather jacket as Weiss held it out to him.
"Yet again, your ability to read numbers is astounding," she said, rolling her eyes. "Go on. Put it on."
Taking it gingerly, worried about even scuffing it, Jaune carefully put his arms through the sleeves. He looked at himself in a nearby mirror, feeling a smile coming to his face. "I like it."
"Hm. It's hard to tell how good it looks when you're wearing that awful shirt," Weiss murmured, tapping her chin.
"Hey! I like this shirt!" Jaune protested, tugging at the bottom of the oversized black tee shirt he was wearing. After the vandalism of Team JNPR's dorm room, Yatsuhashi had sought Jaune out, giving him a few of his old shirts. They were way too big, but Jaune loved them anyway.
"It'll look great," Coco said confidently. "You just gotta imagine the right shirt." She gave Jaune an appraising look, then nodded. "Yep. Add it to the cart."
Jaune's eyes widened. "But, it's two hundred! Are you sure-?"
"Jaune, if you ask if we're sure one more time, I might just duct tape your mouth shut," Weiss groaned.
"I carry tape in my bag," Coco commented. "It can be done right now."
Jaune took a nervous step away from Coco. "Uh, why do you carry duct tape around?"
"I get into some kinky shit," Coco replied as brusquely as if she was talking about the weather.
"Coco!" Weiss snapped, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't be vulgar!"
Jaune tried not to snicker too obviously at Weiss's outraged expression. He ended up letting a snort slip, and was rewarded with a frosty glare. "So, this should be a pretty good wardrobe," he said, trying to change the subject. It was true. He already had several pairs of pants, shirts, a few jackets, some hoodies, and a new pair of shoes.
"I was about to say the same thing," Coco said. "Ready to pay and get out of here?"
Weiss nodded, though she was still giving Coco a skeptical look. She led the way to the checkout, where she promptly smacked Jaune's wrist. "Keep that hand away from your wallet, mister!"
Jaune put his hands behind his back. "Yes, ma'am!"
When the price was rung up, Coco saw fit to cover Jaune's eyes until after Weiss had paid.
Afterward, Jaune insisted on buying coffee for the two. "At least let me pay for that," he begged.
He thanked them both several times on the way back to Beacon. Coco was honestly considering breaking out the duct tape by the time they reached the dorms. "It's fine, man," she assured him. "I'm glad to help. Being teammates with Velvet kinda makes me hyper-aware of this stuff."
Jaune sobered a little. "Your team has done a lot for me, but I never stepped in for Velvet before. I saw her being bullied several times, but…"
Weiss glanced to the side, feeling a slight flush of guilt. None of us really did much for Velvet, come to think of it.
Coco shook her head, patting Jaune's shoulder. "I was the same way when I was younger. I'd see kids getting bullied and think 'I shouldn't step in. Maybe it's not that bad.' or 'Someone in charge will do something. I don't need to.' It took becoming friends with Velvet to realize just how bad this kind of thing can get."
At that moment, Nora burst out of the recently-refurbished JNPR dorm room. "Guys!" she gasped. "I have horrible news!"
Jaune's heart sank. "What happened this time?"
"Team CRDL got suspended! Ozpin checked the cameras and got complete proof that they messed up our room. They're gone!"
"That sounds like good news, though," Weiss said, her brows furrowing.
"The bad news is that I didn't get to break their legs before they left!" Nora slumped mournfully against the door frame.
There was a long pause before Jaune burst out laughing. "Jeez, Nora. Don't scare me like that."
Coco folded her arms. "About time those bastards got what they deserved. Wish they'd been expelled."
"They won't expel capable fighters," Weiss pointed out. "Huntsmen are always needed, even if they're complete pigs."
"Was Ozpin…able to get any of my clothes back?" Jaune wondered. "Namely, my hoodie?" Out of all his clothes, he missed that old Pumpkin Pete hoodie the most.
Nora sighed, shaking her head. "Nope. Sorry, Jaune. Apparently, CRDL threw all the clothes out at the dump. Not much chance of finding anything now."
Coco snorted. "Typical. Couldn't even donate the stolen clothes."
"That's what I did with the girls' clothes they left," Jaune noted. "Figured they could do some good, at least."
"Well, you have several hoodies now. They should last a long time," Weiss said.
"It's not that I don't like these new hoodies," Jaune quickly assured her. "I love them. The Pumpkin Pete one just had a lot of sentimental value."
"I can understand that," Weiss said. "I have a brooch from my sister that means more to me than the rest of my jewelry combined."
"I'd better put these away." The bags of super-expensive clothes were starting to get a bit heavy. "Thanks so much, guys. I really-"
Coco groaned, covering her ears. "You can thank us by not thanking us anymore! Seriously!"
Jaune grinned sheepishly. "Right. Sorry. See you guys later!"
He followed Nora into the dorm, waving at Pyrrha. "Hey, guys. Ren's still studying?"
"Yep," Nora chirped. "You should probably text him before he becomes a textbook zombie."
"Textbook zombie?" Jaune raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. They walk around all dead-eyed and groan whenever light hits them. Occasionally, they'll quote 'fun facts' from any random textbook!" Nora's eyes widened dramatically.
Pyrrha chuckled. "You should consider writing short stories with ideas like that."
Nora shook her head. "Nah. No one would want to read that." She hovered by Jaune's bed while he took out his new clothes. "Ooh! Expensive! Maybe I should get Weiss to take me shopping."
"I think Jaune was a special circumstance," Pyrrha pointed out. "I doubt Weiss makes a habit of spending that much on someone. Besides, I take you shopping."
Nora zipped to her girlfriend's side. "Yes, and I love you for it!" She pecked Pyrrha's cheek, giggling when she was pulled into her lap.
Jaune watched the two with a smile before taking out his Scroll. "Hey, Ren. I'm back and I have clothes worth more than I am. Wanna walk around the courtyard for a bit?"
After a minute, he got a response. "Sure. Meet you there."
Pyrrha was standing up. "Nora and I are going to the movies, and will probably get dinner after. Are you meeting Ren?"
"Yep. You guys have fun!" After they left, Jaune set about deciding what to wear. He finally settled on one of the new pairs of jeans, a green shirt, and the brown leather jacket. Might as well wear it and act like I'm classy, right?
He changed out of Yatsu's shirt and adjusted his binder. Hm. Should probably use some deodorant before I go. This thing does make me sweat a lot. Unfortunately, masculine deodorant was the one thing he kept forgetting to buy whenever he was out, so he had just taken to using Ren's, with his boyfriend's permission.
Opening the top drawer of Ren's dresser, he rummaged around, looking for the small bottle. Weird. He usually keeps it here. Where-? He froze, noticing a box near the back of the drawer. The dark blue color and silver lettering were familiar to him from several commercials. Before he could tell himself not to, he took the box out and looked at it. Oh. My. God. These are…
Quickly, he put the box back and closed the drawer, looking around guiltily. His mind was reeling and his face was burning. That was a box of condoms. In Ren's drawer. Meaning that they are Ren's.
He took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. Okay, Jaune. Don't freak out. Just…think. If Ren had condoms, it was obvious what he was thinking about. And since there was no way in all of Remnant that Ren would ever cheat, there was only one person he could be thinking about doing that with.
Jaune's heart pounded at the thought, and he found himself smiling a little despite his racing thoughts. He and Ren had never talked about taking their relationship to the next level, mostly because Jaune was too nervous to bring it up, and Ren…well, Ren only started being more of a talker recently, and that was mostly due to Jaune's need for moral support.
Was Jaune ready to be that intimate with another person? He still had some self-image problems, even though he was better about putting on his binder around his teammates. Was he ready to fully expose himself like that? He imagined Ren leaning over him, magenta eyes shining in the dim light, and his cheeks flushed even deeper.
However, a slightly uglier thought entered Jaune's mind: What if Ren had bought those while Jaune was still being called Jeanne? What if he had wanted to become more intimate earlier, but decided not to after finding out exactly what he was dating?
Stop that! Jaune firmly quashed that thought, ashamed to have even had it in his head for a second. Don't you dare start doubting Ren now! He's been there for you every step of the way. He loves you. He's said so multiple times!
His thoughts were so jumbled, he almost forgot to use the deodorant he had originally been looking for. He found it behind Ren's shower bag, quickly changed into his new outfit, and ran out to the courtyard to meet up with his boyfriend.
Ren was sitting on a bench by one of the garden areas. He smiled when he saw Jaune. He looks really good! Weiss and Coco really do know their stuff. Not that he doesn't look good all the time, of course. He stood up to kiss his boyfriend. "I like the jacket," he said as he pulled back.
"Thanks! I'm still trying to forget how much it cost," Jaune said with a nervous laugh.
Ren paused, noticing an odd expression on Jaune's face. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah! Great!" Jaune replied hurriedly. "Um, just processing the fact that Team CRDL is gone."
"Nora already told you, then. It's a shame they weren't expelled." Ren shrugged. "Do you think they'll learn their lesson?"
"No," Jaune said bluntly. "But it's okay. I think Nora plans on breaking their legs once they get back, no matter what."
"I'll conveniently forget if I happen to be there to witness that," Ren said with a wink.
The two walked around the courtyard, savoring the lack of Cardin and his cronies. Of course, Jaune knew that there were others at the school who were jerks and who would make comments to him. Several already had. Still, with the worst bullies gone, he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
That was a good thing, especially since he had a certain navy blue box taking up most of his thoughts now.
The more he thought about it, the more he really did want to have sex with Ren. But he couldn't help but worry. What if, after seeing and experiencing all of Jaune's body, Ren just couldn't view him as a man anymore? That would be horrible!
"Jaune?" Ren asked, noticing that the weird look on his boyfriend's face hadn't gone away. "What are you thinking about?"
"Huh?" Jaune jumped a little. "Uh, nothing." When Ren gave him a disbelieving look, his cheeks flushed. Crap. I don't want to worry him again. "I, uh… I'll tell you when we get back to the room," he finally said. So, I have a few minutes to think about what to say. Okay, Jaune. You can do this.
Puzzled, but reassured that Jaune would tell him what was going on, Ren continued down the path. It was getting dark, and there were several large moths fluttering around the lights. He pointed them out to Jaune.
Jaune looked at them, remembering the butterfly metaphor, and smiled. "I think I'm shaping up to be a pretty awesome moth, don't you think?"
Ren laughed. "Definitely the handsomest moth I've ever seen."
Jaune could feel his face turning beet red, and he couldn't stop smiling. Dust, he's the best!
Ren felt himself blushing in response to Jaune's flustered, pleased expression. He really doesn't realize how adorable he is. That embarrassed smile and those shyly shining blue eyes caused Ren to feel warm all over.
When they got back to the dorms, Jaune felt his mouth going dry. They entered the room, which was still empty of Nora and Pyrrha, and Ren looked at him expectantly.
"So, what's going on?" he asked. "Are you okay? Is anything wrong?"
"No," Jaune said quickly. "Well…no. No, it's nothing wrong. Just trying to figure out whether. I mean…"
Ren waited patiently for Jaune to get his thoughts together. He said it's nothing bad, so there's nothing to worry about.
Jaune took a deep breath, then spoke really quickly. "So, I was looking for the deodorant, since you said I can use it, and I went in the top drawer, but it wasn't there. I found a box, and I wasn't peeking, but I saw what it was, and…" He trailed off.
"Oh." Ren's face started burning as he rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. "That…yes. I was going to mention that…"
"When?" Jaune wondered.
"Soon. Just…wasn't sure when the right time would be." Ren looked hesitantly at Jaune's face, relieved that his boyfriend didn't look horribly freaked out. "I bought them a few days ago. After you said you loved me, well… I realized that I really wanted to take things further. I didn't want to bring it up too soon, since I know you're still working on how you feel about yourself and your body and everything."
"Yeah," Jaune muttered. "That…has been an issue. You've said over and over again that you see me as a man, but…would you still be able to if you saw…me?"
"Yes," Ren replied without hesitation. "I told you already: Before you came out, it felt as if something was off, as if there was something I wasn't being told. After you came out, everything has fallen into place. You're Jaune, not Jeanne. Nothing will change that for me."
In a second, Jaune closed the distance between them, pulling Ren into a tight hug. He felt his boyfriend's thin, strong arms come up and wrap snugly around him. "I love you so much," he sighed.
"I love you too," Ren murmured, snuggling contentedly against Jaune's front and closing his eyes. One of his absolute favorite things about Jaune was that he gave the best hugs in the world. Being pressed against that warm, larger frame made Ren feel so safe.
Jaune nuzzled Ren's hair, smelling the cherry blossom shampoo he always used. "Hey, Ren?" he whispered.
"Yes?"
Jaune licked his lips nervously. "Um, when do you think Nora and Pyrrha will be back?"
Ren shifted against Jaune, trying to get a better look at his face. He saw his boyfriend's flushed cheeks and shy smile, and immediately knew what he was asking. "I can make it so we have at least an hour." He was already taking his Scroll out of his pocket.
"Wait, you're just gonna text them?!"
"If Nora can tell us to not be in the dorm room when she and Pyrrha want alone time, I see no reason why I can't do the same." Ren typed out a quick message, then turned off his Scroll. He looked up at Jaune, then paused, unsure of how to proceed. "Should we…turn off the light, or keep it on?"
"Let's turn it off," Jaune said quickly. He watched as Ren flipped the light switch, feeling weirdly lightheaded. Was this actually happening?
Ren went to his drawer, fumbling with the condom box as he opened it. His mind was going from trying to remember what he had learned online to trying to remember how people were supposed to go about this in romance stories. I'm probably failing the romance story approach right now, he thought as he ended up ripping the box open, spilling several foil packages on the floor.
"You sure you want to do this?" Jaune asked. "You seem a bit shaky." Secretly, he was feeling very relieved that Ren was just as jittery as he was.
"Yes, definitely!" Ren said, hurriedly picking up the spilled condoms and putting them in the box. "I've just never done this before." What if I hurt him by mistake? What if I mess up? What if I don't put the condom on right and-
"Me neither." Jaune walked over, placing a hand on Ren's shoulder. "Why don't we just…see what happens? No pressure, right?"
"Right," Ren said, taking a calming breath. "No pressure." Just take things one step at a time. Isn't that what you're always telling everyone else to do?
They sat down on Ren's bed, Jaune tossing his leather jacket onto his own bed before joining his boyfriend. After a moment's hesitation, Ren took the initiative to lean in and press his lips to Jaune's.
Jaune smiled, immediately comforted by the familiarity of their position. The giddy nervousness that used to fill him when he kissed Ren was completely absent now. In its place was a blissful blankness of his mind and this deeper, calm sense that came only when a person felt totally safe and secure. It was like the sensation of coming home after a long day of work. Jaune pulled Ren's hair tie out and gently combed his fingers through his long, dark locks.
Ren sighed, nestling closer as Jaune's soothing touch almost made him forget about his nervousness. He slipped his fingers through his boyfriend's short, soft hair and tugged playfully, loving the feel of Jaune's answering smile against his lips.
For a few minutes, the two simply kissed, taking their time. Tongues brushed lips, entwined, explored mouths, then withdrew. Jaune's hands wandered up and down Ren's back while Ren gripped Jaune's shoulder with one hand and cupped his cheek with the other. Everything was warm, slow, a little sleepy, and completely perfect.
It was Jaune who decided to move things along, slipping his hand under Ren's shirt and running it upward, his palm pressed against the wiry muscles of his boyfriend's back. He felt Ren stiffen in surprise, then relax again almost immediately. He broke the kiss briefly. "You'll let me know if you want to stop, right?"
Ren nodded. "Of course. You do the same."
"Right."
They leaned in again, their kiss becoming just a little more heated. Ren, emboldened by Jaune's eagerness, put his hand up the front of his shirt, stroking his boyfriend's toned abdomen. He flushed when this caused Jaune to let out a ridiculously adorable squeaking noise. He moved his hand upward, spreading his fingers as he reached Jaune's chest and felt his thundering heartbeat through the cloth of the binder. The frantic thumping against his palm sent a thrill through him, and he pressed closer, moaning quietly.
Jaune held Ren tightly, his nails digging into his back a little. He still couldn't believe this was happening, that he was actually causing Ren to lose his composure, that Ren really wanted him this much. Breaking the kiss, he moved downward, brushing his lips tentatively against Ren's throat. He felt Ren's answering groan against his mouth, and responded with a firmer kiss to the curve of his shoulder. He moved down until he reached Ren's shirt collar, at which point he pulled back and gave his boyfriend an expectant look.
Ren blinked hazily, wondering why Jaune had stopped. Why did…? What…? Wait, my… Oh! Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. He reached for Jaune, then paused. "Um, do you want…?" Would he rather keep that and the binder on?
Jaune shook his head before pulling off his shirt. "No, I'm fine." He ignored the nervous flutter in his chest as he removed his binder, instead focusing on Ren's face.
Ren gazed at Jaune, his heart pounding quicker than it ever had during any battle. Slowly, he reached out, placing a hand on his boyfriend's uncovered chest. He smiled warmly, his eyes shining. "I was right: You're still Jaune," he assured him. He stared at him for a moment, shaking his head slowly. "Dust, you're beautiful."
Jaune's eyes were stinging, but there was no way he was going to start crying now! Instead, he pulled Ren against him yet again, kissing him fiercely. The feel of Ren's warm skin against his was intoxicating, and those gentle fingers stroking his hair and running along his spine were the definition of bliss. "Ren," he breathed against his boyfriend's lips. "I love you!"
"I love you too," Ren replied, his hands trailing downward, toward the hem of Jaune's jeans. He moved back a little, staring up into those bright blue eyes. "Do you want to keep going?"
Jaune felt his breathless smile turning into a full grin. "Dust, yes!"
After that, they didn't need to speak. There were a few whispered words that they already knew, a bit of awkward fumbling, then everything was overridden with pleasure and just a bit of pain.
Neither of them could have asked for more.
….
"So, Jaune," Nora said after inhaling her seventh pancake of the morning. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Nora." Jaune was pouring syrup on his own, much smaller stack of pancakes. He was gazing fondly at Ren, who was fixing up his own and Pyrrha's flapjacks at the stove, wearing that funny pink apron Nora had bought him.
"Please do nothing to the cook." I guess I broke that rule, he thought with a slight smirk. He was feeling a little sore that morning, but it was by no means a bad kind of sore.
"How good is Ren in bed?" Nora asked.
Jaune's face turned bright red and he gaped at his teammate. By the stove, Ren dropped his spatula onto the counter with a clatter. Pyrrha nearly choked on her milk. There was a moment of silence, punctuated only by Nora's failed attempts to not snicker at the reaction her question had caused.
"Nora!" Pyrrha swatted her girlfriend's arm once she recovered. "That's not appropriate."
Nora shrugged, her face the picture of innocence. "What? Ren's my best friend. Can't I be a little curious?" I should've waited till Ren sat down. His face is probably hilarious right now!
"No more pancakes for you," Ren said flatly, keeping his gaze fixed on the skillet to hide his blushing face.
Jaune, quickly recovering, took a bite of his pancake. He checked to make sure Pyrrha wasn't looking, then flashed Nora a quick thumbs-up and a wink.
Nora giggled, causing Ren to turn and glare at her. "Aw, don't be mad!" she said, giving Ren her best puppy eyes. "I'm just messing with you."
Ren huffed as he put down the plates with his and Pyrrha's pancakes. "How would you feel if I asked Pyrrha about how you are in bed?"
Nora shrugged. "I wouldn't care." She quickly swiped a pancake from her girlfriend's plate. "I know I'm awesome. Right, sweetie?"
"You are," Pyrrha said, lightly tapping her nose. "But let's change the subject, so we don't embarrass the boys."
"Okaaaay," Nora sighed. "When's our next Graveyards and Grimm session?"
"Friday, as always," Jaune said. "It may be an hour later, though. Ruby and Yang's dad wants to take them to dinner when he comes to drop off Zwei."
"Is Taiyang going on another long hunt?" Ren asked.
"I guess. Or, he could just be leaving Zwei because Weiss kept begging Ruby to bring him back."
"I feel bad for Blake," Pyrrha said.
"Eh, don't. She definitely likes Zwei. She just won't admit it."
"We should get a pet," Nora piped up.
"We already have you, don't we?" Ren asked, smirking playfully.
"Ooh!" Jaune laughed. "Buuuurn!"
"That's it! I'm killing you and eating your pancakes!"
"Pyrrha, Nora's trying to kill my boyfriend! Make her stop!"
Later on, as they finished cleaning up the kitchen, Jaune felt his Scroll buzz. "Huh?" He took it out of his pocket to see a text from his mom.
"Hey, honey! I'm not sure if you get emails when a new package comes in the mail, but you should have gotten one yesterday. Call me once you open it. Love you!"
The group stopped by the mailroom, where there was indeed a package in their room's cubby. Jaune blinked in surprise when he saw the sender's address. It was the Pumpkin Pete Company. Once they got back to the room, Jaune ripped open the package and let out a gasp at what was inside.
It was a brand new Pumpkin Pete hoodie, exactly like the one Team CRDL had stolen.
He picked it up, staring at it. "I didn't think they even made these anymore…" he breathed.
Ren noticed a note in the shredded packaging and picked it up, reading it out loud.
Dear, Mister Arc
We are sorry to hear that your Limited Edition Pumpkin Pete hoodie was stolen from you. As a company, we are strong advocates against bullying of any kind. We hope that you enjoy this new hoodie, and continue to be a loyal consumer of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes Cereal, as well as our many other products. Have a nice day.
Sincerely,
Jack Gourd, President of the Pumpkin Pete Company.
Jaune hugged the hoodie to his chest, smelling the new-clothes smell that came from it. "Mom must've emailed them," he realized. "After I told her about what happened to our room."
He had come out to his family via the phone just a few days after coming out to all of his friends. His younger sisters had been a little confused, but adjusted quickly. His parents, though they still mistakenly called him Jeanne when he called, had encouraged their son to be himself and assured him that he was free to come home if he ever needed to.
Wiping his eyes, Jaune put on the new hoodie. It fit perfectly!
"Looking good," Ren noted, unable to keep from smiling at the bright, elated expression on his boyfriend's face. "Not that you don't always."
Jaune grinned. "Thanks!" He took out his Scroll and sat down on his bed. As he dialed his mom's number, Ren sat down next to him, leaning against his side. Jaune wrapped an arm around his shoulders and touched a kiss to his brow just as his mom picked up the phone.
"Hi, Jeanne!" There was a pause. "Whoops! I'm sorry, Jaune."
"It's fine, Mom," Jaune assured her. "I just got the hoodie. Thank you so much! How did you even convince them to send me a new one?"
"Oh, it was easy. All I had to do was send some pictures of you in the hoodie and explain the situation. They were very excited to hear that a Huntsman is wearing their merchandise. I also might have mentioned Pyrrha Nikos being your partner."
"I'm sure that helped," Jaune laughed. "How are you guys?"
"We're just fine, dear. Nothing really different is going on. What about you? How are you and your friends? Are things going well with Ren?"
Jaune glanced at Ren, who was smiling up at him. I'd say things are going well, but I think I'll leave out just how well. "We're doing pretty great, Mom," he answered honestly. "Never been better, actually."
As he talked to his mom, he continued to hold Ren gently against him, feeling his boyfriend's even breaths and watching him start to doze just a little. He watched Pyrrha and Nora as the two set up the team's shared video game console, and listened to the faint bustling in Team RWBY's room across the hall.
It was hard to believe that he had been so scared to be himself just a few weeks ago. Looking at his friends, feeling his boyfriend snuggled against him, taking comfort in the warmth of the hoodie from his mom, he knew now that everything was going to be fine.
There would, of course, be difficult days in his future, like when Team CRDL had ransacked the room. More importantly, however, there would be moments when pure joy would overwhelm anything else, like the night he and Ren had shared.
He just had to keep pushing through the bad times and remember that there were far more good times waiting for him.
This fourshot turned out to be a great way to explore four aspects of being trans (and any alternate gender identity, really) that I've noticed coming up a lot when talking with people I know: initially coming out to your loved ones, dealing with assholes and bigots, dealing with your own insecurities, and coming to terms with your sexuality and how it relates to your gender identity. The sexual aspect, I've noticed, is often either brushed over in fiction or done poorly, so I hope I did it justice here. Since this is a T fic, there was only so much I could do.
Fun fact: Imago is the name for the final phase in an insect's metamorphosis. It's also the only phase when the creature is sexually mature. Since I went with the moth theme for this fic, I felt that it fit.
I hope you guys enjoyed this Pride Month fic, and that you'll keep fighting for equality, no matter what month of the year it is. Whoever you are, however you identify, you aren't alone. Remember that.
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