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Read it on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/82892456
by orphan_account
Original Author: angelqueen04
Rating: R
Pairing: girl!Merlin/Arthur
Warnings: Genderbending, explicit sexual situations
Summary: He doesn’t notice that her eyes are blue until after she storms away.
Spoilers: for Season One only
Word Count: 6,264 words
Original Beta: significantowl
Original Disclaimer: The series Merlin is owned by the BBC, who based it off of the Arthurian legends, which belong to all who know them. I make no claim on the former, though.
Original Author’s Notes: This story has been my guilty pleasure for nearly a year. I am a huge fan of born-as-a-girl!Merlin stories, and couldn’t resist writing one of my own, even if I never planned on posting it. However, now that I finally finished it, I just can’t resist posting it anyway.
Words: 6242, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Merlin (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)
Additional Tags: Female Merlin (Merlin)
Read it on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/82892456
okay but we need to TALK about how Merlin just casually gives merlin the most insane, compounding trauma and then expects him to go back to polishing boots like nothing happened
like. this is a BOY.
this is a teenager who shows up in camelot and within approximately five minutes is told by Gaius:
“hey so you have world-ending levels of power :) also if anyone finds out you will be executed :) have fun!”
and then Kilgharrah is like:
“your destiny is everything. your feelings are irrelevant.”
???????
so now we have merlin:
cannot tell anyone who he is
cannot be fully known by anyone
cannot even react honestly to the things happening to him
and THEN
Will dies protecting merlin’s secret → merlin learns: people die if they know me
Freya dies in his arms right after he allows himself to love someone → merlin learns: if i love someone, they die
Balinor (his father!!) dies basically immediately → merlin learns: i don’t get to keep family
Lancelot sacrifices himself → merlin learns: good people die for me
Gwaine is tortured and dies → merlin learns: i can’t save everyone, even when i try
and then. THEN.
Arthur Pendragon dies.
after YEARS of merlin:
saving his life in secret
sacrificing everything
shaping his entire existence around this ONE destiny
and what does merlin get?
arthur finding out the truth for like five minutes and then dying in his arms.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
and the show just—
ends.
no processing.
no support system.
no “hey maybe this boy has severe survivor’s guilt and complex trauma”
because merlin can’t even GRIEVE properly.
he can’t tell anyone:
why will died
who freya was to him
that balinor was his father
what lancelot actually did
how many times he saved arthur
so all of that grief just sits there. unspoken. unacknowledged. unresolved.
like imagine carrying:
the weight of destiny
the responsibility for a kingdom
the knowledge that your loved ones died for or because of you
and the fact that the ONE person it was all for is gone anyway
for the @merthurmicrofic prompt frog and my @merlinbingo square forehead kiss | 1233 words
“You’re telling me,” Arthur says, staring at the frog cupped in Leon’s hands, “that that… is Merlin.”
Leon’s expression doesn’t falter. “Yes, Sire.”
The frog— Merlin— ribbits in agreement, somehow managing to sound unimpressed. Who knew that frogs could be so expressive?
“And how, exactly, did my manservant get turned into a frog?”
The knights squirm under Arthur’s gaze— except for Gwaine, because Gwaine is an idiot and, like Merlin, hasn’t yet figured out that Arthur’s title demands some respect. Unlike Merin, Gwaine’s obstinance is far less endearing.
“There was a sorceress,” Gwaine says, unbothered.
Arthur fights the urge to bash him over the head. It’s bad enough that he let Merlin get turned into an amphibian; it’s even worse that he doesn’t care. Gwaine, he decides, is on evening watch for a month, no, a year.
“Unfortunately,” Gwaine continues, while Arthur glares daggers at him, “Merlin is a bit greener than usual. But, the sorceress did tell us how to fix him.”
Arthur glances at the other knights for confirmation.
“She did,” Leon agrees, while Elyan, Lancelot, and Percival all nod beside him.
Arthur almost demands to know why they haven’t done it already, then— but the knights love Merlin; if they could have fixed him already, they would have. There must be something about the cure that made them hesitate— magic? A quest? Whatever it is, Arthur will grant it.
It used to scare him, how he’d do anything for Merlin. Now, it’s a simple fact of life. Arthur would burn the world to the ground if it kept Merlin safe.
“What is it?” he asks, dreading the worst.
“He needs a prince to kiss him,” Leon says.
Arthur’s world goes screeching to a stop.
“That would be you,” Gwaine provides unhelpfully. “Best pucker up, Princess.”
Arthur’s gaze drops to Merlin, in all his froggish glory. Quite frankly, it’s embarrassing that Arthur isn’t horrified at the prospect of kissing Merlin, even like this— which Arthur shouldn’t want to do anyway, because Merlin is an idiot who trips over his own two feet and thinks that he’s been sneaky hiding his magic and calls Arthur names on a daily basis.
“Surely,” Arthur says, looking perhaps a little desperately at the knights, “the sorceress meant that he just needed to be kissed by someone. Not… a prince.”
Even though Arthur spends an almost pathetic amount of time thinking about kissing Merlin, he can’t just lean over and plant one on him. Merlin has never given any indication that he wants to be kissed by Arthur, and it would feel like taking advantage. He doesn’t want to do that to Merlin.
(And there’s a fear, circling about in his head like some sort of ominous bird, that if Arthur kisses Merlin, even for something as innocent as this, Merlin will suddenly realize that Arthur doesn’t quite think of him solely as a friend and will want nothing to do with him. Arthur doesn’t know what he would do, if Merlin left. He’s not sure that he could take it.)
“Alas!” Gwaine presses a hand over his heart dramatically, ignoring the violent slashing gestures Elyan is making and Leon’s oh fuck. “I gave it a valiant effort, but despite my charms—“
Arthur sees red. Or, rather, his mind presents him first with an image of Gwaine kissing his mucus-covered amphibian of a manservant, and then, with an image of Gwaine kissing a very human Merin. The jealousy is nearly blinding, and before Arthur is fully aware of it, he’s advancing on Leon.
“Give me Merlin.”
Leon hands Merlin over without a word.
Merlin shuffles about awkwardly in Arthur’s grasp, somehow managing to look both deeply annoyed and horribly trusting as he looks up at him. It’s easy to picture the expression that he would be wearing if he were human– and that gives Arthur some satisfaction, because surely Gwaine doesn’t know Merlin well enough for that.
Except, Gwaine looks like the cat that got the cream, and that only emboldens Arthur’s recklessness. Before he can think about it, he’s pressing his lips to Merlin’s froggy forehead, and–
There’s a flash of light, and then Merlin, his Merlin, in all his gawkish, gangly glory is standing before him.
Arthur’s lips are still warm against his forehead, and his first thought is, oh. So that’s how it feels, and then the rest of his brain catches up. He jerks back.
For a moment, everything is very, very still. Arthur can feel his face flushing, any quips to diffuse the situation catching in his throat.
Merlin is looking at him with an expression that’s almost disarmed. The tips of his ears are steadily turning pink, and if Arthur weren’t trying to remember how to breathe, he’d find it utterly endearing.
The knights, of course, are no help. They just stand there awkwardly, content to let Arthur suffer. Traitors.
In the end, Merlin is the one to break the silence.
“I think my feet are still webbed,” he blurts out, and Arthur stares at him. He fidgets a bit, blush deepening. “That is— we should probably— you know— properly.”
Arthur’s brain is slow to respond. Merlin wants Arthur to kiss him properly. On the lips? Is that what he means by properly? Why would Merlin want Arthur to–?
Oh, Arthur realizes. The revelation nearly plows him over. Merlin cares for Arthur, perhaps the same way Arthur does for him, and he wants to be able to kiss Arthur, too.
Merlin, it seems, has taken Arthur’s dumbstruck expression as a no, and begins quickly backpedaling, “Or not, and you can just condemn me to a life of webbed feet and I’ll be even more clumsy and I already am and probably trip over something and die—“
Arthur grabs the collar of Merlin’s jacket and pulls him close, sending their mouths crashing together.
Despite the force with which it starts, once Merlin realizes what’s happening and begins to reciprocate, they both seem to melt into it. It’s familiar in a way Arthur never would have expected for a fist kiss— but of course it is. He knows Merlin better than anyone, and in turn, is known by Merlin better than anyone. How could it not be like coming home?
When they pull apart, Arthur’s heart is thudding against his ribcage. He feels alive in a new, vibrant way. It’s as though the very blood in his veins is singing.
Across from him, there is gold fading from Merlin’s eyes. If Arthur cared to look, he’s sure that he’d find proof of what must have been accidental magic somewhere in the room, but he cares more about how stunning Merlin is like this, flushed and looking at him like that.
Arthur wants to kiss him again.
“I think your tongue might still be a bit froggish,” he says, a bit breathlessly. “We should… investigate that.”
“Absolutely,” Merlin agrees, nodding.
“Oh, god,” Leon says.
“What, you’re not staying for the show?” Gwaine asks.
“That’s disgusting, Gwaine,” Elyan says.
Arthur thinks that the knights start to file out, Gwaine probably complaining and making lewd comments the whole way, but he’s not really sure. He’s too busy confirming that while Merlin’s tongue is, in fact, not particularly frog-like, he can do really interesting things with it that make Arthur go weak in the knees.
Yeah. They might be, erm, curse breaking for quite a while.
Merlin cursed to admit his deepest secret and it’s just “I wish I wasn’t so alone.”
Arthur takes it like a punch to the gut, because for him, Merlin was the cure to his loneliness. He thought Merlin felt the same, that Arthur had also filled that empty part of his heart.
And Merlin doesn’t know how to explain that no matter how many people he meets and like him and befriend him, he can never share all of himself if magic isn’t legal. He doesn’t want to lie to Arthur, but his secrets will always mean he’s alone. That he will be separate from the people he loves. That he’s keeping himself to himself to protect them. And when they learn of his magic? People die.
No matter how much he trusts, he doesn’t allow people close to him. And maybe Arthur thinks it’s to do with social class. But to Arthur, he would be responsible for Merlin’s loneliness because Merlin was responsible for his.
uther pendragon sucks ass obviously but he’s such a hysterical fucking character. he hates magic so obviously his daughter is a seer and his son’s weird little guy he’s obsessed with is the literal walking manifastation of magic itself. he gets tricked into marrying and fucking a literal troll. his son and aforementioned weird little guy keep trying to sacrifice themselves for each other and being so fucking gay right in front of him no matter how much he tries to stop them and at some point he’s just like yeah fine what fucking ever just dont fucking die i guess. his daughter hates his guts and keeps telling him to die and she’s somehow still his favorite. he fucked a troll. his son gets enchanted into falling in love with a new girl every other week and it never works because he’s so damn gay. his daughter is definitely in love with the daughter of a guy he killed but whatever. a weird little thing posesses his doctor and he makes him bald. he dies and comes back as a ghost to haunt his son and he only finally sends him back after he tries to attack the same fucking weird little guy who really is the bane of his existence. he fucked a troll.
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