Fic Claim: Bind (Ginsy)
Oh shit, y'all, I didn't realize that @hptransfest had done reveals! Super pleased to be able to finally share my entry with you. This is the second nonbinary Gin Weasley I've written, but I doubt it will be the last, because dammit, I need a character to project myself onto.
Title: Bind Pairing: Gin Weasley/Pansy Parkinson Rating: Teen Warnings: gender dysphoria Word Count: 2K
Summary: Gin's binder is beginning to affect their career. Pansy's still struggling to figure out how to support her partner through their dysphoria, but she's learning.
A/N: This fic was written for a prompt about the difficulties of binding. Gin's story reflects my own, but it is by no means the only journey that a nonbinary person might go through with their body. People of many genders choose to bind, and of those, some choose to eventually pursue surgery, and some do not. Many transmasc and/or nonbinary people choose not to bind or go through any sort of physical transition at all. However you express your gender, you're doing it right.
That said, cheers to all of y'all that have gotten tangled up in a binder and needed someone to come help you get out! I'd raise a glass, but my arms are stuck.
Excerpt: “Get… this… thing… off… UGH!”
Gin’s voice came muffled from behind their shared bedroom door, and Pansy set her book down in concern. When Gin had gotten home from Quidditch practice, they had immediately stormed into the bedroom and shut the door, so Pansy had decided to let them cool down before asking what was wrong. Now, she was second-guessing her decision.
“Babe? Are you okay?” she asked, getting up from the sleek leather sofa and moving toward the door. “Do you need help?”
Another frustrated yell, still muffled—and then, finally, resignedly, “Yes.”
Carefully, Pansy turned the knob and opened the door, unsure of what she would find. As soon as it was open, however, she immediately understood her partner’s yells. They were in the middle of the room, still partially dressed from practice, pink and sweaty and with their binder caught awkwardly halfway over their torso, pinning their arms and covering their face.
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