#trans marlene

[sunfl0w3rmoon]

binding my chest and biting my tongue

marlene gender dysphoria | 1/1 | M | 1.2k

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chat what do we think about trans marlene

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champion

526 words, no warnings, @dorlenemicroficprompts

After leaving school, Marlene had progressed to training for professional Quidditch, except there was always some problem they had with her.

Firstly, there was this idea that Quidditch was too ‘masculine,’ and to be a Beater on top of that? Basically a boy. Why would Marlene want a manly career path when she’d specifically told everyone that she was not a boy? When she’d specifically changed her pronouns to that of a girl’s? When being a Beater required brutality and muscle, rugged strength that ‘only men could have’?

Marlene was a woman, and if she wanted to flex her biceps while she wielded a bat, her dream since childhood to be a Quidditch champion aiming Bludgers with mind-blowing accuracy, then why couldn’t she? Marlene was a woman, and she wasn’t ‘masculine’ in her wish to be a Beater, she was sporty. The all-women team, the Holyhead Harpies, had female Beaters, and they were still thought of that way. Actually, they were thought of as ‘tomboys.’ But Marlene was just thought of as a ‘boy.’ “I knew it was just a  phase!”

It wasn’t a phase. Marlene was female.

But the Holyhead Harpies also had a problem with her. “We’re an all-female team as in, our players have… feminine bodies. Sure, you’re female, but… you kind of have a man’s body? Maybe you should just play in the mixed teams.”

The problem with mixed teams was that Marlene could be as fast as a male player, yet he would still qualify over her because he was a man. Therefore, she needed to be faster, stronger, smarter in order to even stand a chance.

Which meant for days and weeks on end, her schedule was train, train, and train. Eat, sleep, Quidditch, repeat.

She would be a Beater, no matter her identity. It was a gender neutral sport! It didn’t matter what her body looked like.

She would keep training, get chosen, prove it. Keep training, soaring through the pitch, bat in her hand like a part of her, solid and hefty, swinging like the gong of a grandfather clock as she controlled the time: slow, fast, forceful, lethal.

Rushing towards you at a mile per Marlene’s minute, defying time, catching you off guard because how?! Did the Bludger?! Get there?!

Marlene landed, breathing heavily, yet all her senses were alert. She spied someone out of the corner of her eye, whipping around to face them.

“Nice reflexes,” Dorcas Meadowes nodded.

“Oh,” Marlene breathed, surprised to see her ex-classmate. “Thanks.”

“You were always amazing,” Dorcas noted reminiscently.

Dorcas remembered? Dorcas actually watched her? “Um. Thanks,” Marlene repeated dumbly. “Uh… you were good too.”

Of course Marlene remembered Dorcas playing. Dorcas was beautiful.

Shaking her head, Dorcas smiled, “Not good enough for professional. Not like you,” she pointed.

Marlene blushed, shuffling self-consciously. “I’m not—”

Dorcas raised a hand, “Cut the modesty. Anyway, I wasn’t good enough for professional, but I was for scouting. It’s my job to look for new talents. And I am choosing you.” Passing Marlene a card, she grinned, “Your new team. If you want.”

Marlene snatched it, gaping, “Are you kidding?! Of course I want!”

[resident-gay-bitch]

Sirius and Marlene as t4t best friends both hopelessly desperately in love with their bestest friends in the whole world James and Mary who are secretly in love with them too

[sunfl0w3rmoon]

oh nothing just TRANS ENBY MARLENE MCKINNON

[mountainrusing]

realisation

dorlene july event, 541 words, @enbysiriusblack

Marlene never had any big realisation about it. It was just something she inherently knew. Sure there was this cock in between her legs, but it wasn’t hers. It was just there. Didn’t make her any less of a girl.

She’d known she wasn’t a boy since the days of brawling with her brothers. Since the days of ripping her trousers from climbing trees. Since the days she liked wearing clothing typical of ‘boys’ and found herself thinking that really, clothing should just be genderless.

She’d known she wasn’t a boy through her intense dislike of pop music, through her passionate love for sports, through her running and training and Quidditch, through her brotherhood with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory.

She called it a brotherhood, because she didn’t mind being considered a brother to people. ‘Bro’ seemed pretty gender-neutral to her. In fact, she preferred people calling her ‘brother’ over her birth name. Her friends would call her ‘brother,’ strangers would call her ‘McKinnon,’ and all was well.

She didn’t mind being in the boys’ dormitory. She supposed she did have the cock after all. (Not hers.) She got along with boys just fine, even if she wasn’t one. And she wasn’t fussed about pronouns. They were just an easier way of referring to the person; it didn’t matter that much to her. In her head, she used ‘she.’ She was often in her head.

But then came the dare, at the end of first year. The dare to get up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory without getting tossed down. James and Sirius skidded down every time they tried. Remus could not be bothered. Peter was too scared to embarrass himself. But Marlene?

This wasn’t any new realisation; she ascended the stairs with ease.

James gaped at her. “Bro… how are you doing that?”

Remus closed James’s jaw with a roll of his eyes before smiling at Marlene, “I’d recommend talking to McGonagall.”

James frowned in confusion. “About how he can do that?” Remus flicked James’s furrowed brow in exasperation.

Marlene cleared her throat. She… was ready. “No… I’ll talk to her about transferring to the girls’ dorm.”

James remained confused. “Why?” Remus slapped him. (Lightly.)

Marlene laughed. “‘Cause my name’s Marlene. And I’m a girl.”

Remus had no reaction, the all-knowing swot he was. He’d been referring to Marlene with ‘they’ and ‘them’ for ages now. Peter nodded easily, Sirius was already distracted with pestering Fabian and Gideon, and James uttered, “Brother…” Then he tacked on, “Wait, sorry, sister…”

Marlene shook her head fondly, “I don’t mind—”

Just then, Dorcas poked her head down the stairs. Marlene’s breath caught in her throat. See, this was why boys were good company. She was too gay to function around girls as pretty as Dorcas. Dorcas grinned at her, and Marlene’s lungs constricted.

“So, you came out then? I’m happy for you. I’m also happy for myself, ‘cause now we get you in our dorm.”

Marlene returned the grin at full force. From second year onwards, everyone knew her as ‘she.’ And now that she was free to be herself, she spent less time in her head, and more time joking around with Mary, Lily and Dorcas.

[sunfl0w3rmoon]

new year snippet!

ty for tagging lovely @weasleytriplets :) this is a snippet of the first thing I wrote in the new year! it is in fact on ao3 already but shhhh

Marlene McKinnon hated a lot of things: losing Quidditch matches, being late to dinner, the gaggle of Slytherin boys that always seemed to be jeering at her wherever she went. She hated exams, being forced to sit still, any and all things essay-related. She even hated her brothers, sometimes, all older than her and massively tall, even compared to her own 5’8”.

But if there was one thing Marlene McKinnon hated above all else in this world, it was catching a glimpse of her own reflection.

read on ao3

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