#trans!merlin

[epic-sorcerer]

U said send in merthur drawing requests

May i suggest genderbent merlin and arthur :3

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I actually already had both of these in my head! Thanks for giving me an excuse to draw them!! @fantyan

I um. Could not get Arthur's face right which is weird bc hes quite simple to draw. Anyways, welcome to drag!Arthur and Ftm Merlin before she has an important realization about himself. Featuring neckerchief as hair wrap.

As always y'all send me requests to draw in my ask box!

[becks-boner]

Your profile picture is really cool

omg.. thank u.... i <3 photoshop sm

anyone is welcome to use the pic btw he's my pretty princess !!!!

[skatesfullofsunshine]

Leon being the (mostly) stuffy older brother type figure in a Modern AU, but still teaching a Trans!Merlin how to knot his tie properly is the kind of joy I needed to think about today.

[madebyevaelisaa]

A drawing of trans!Merlin for Merlin Bingo square “War”: Merlin is at war with his body because it doesn’t look right according to how he feels in his mind.

Drawing based on an rp I write with @fightingforcreativity.

[supercalvin]

Merthur, modern au. Merlin is trans and Arthur, who has been flirting with him, finds out. Bonus points if will is there in some way. :)

“Mate, I don’t trust him.” Will said.

Merlin sighed as he adjusted his binder and pulled on hisnice button up. Usually he would automatically disagree with Will. Hischildhood best friend had a tendency to be over-protective, but tonight Merlin’sinsecurities were rising up.

“I don’t know…” But that only started Will on his rant.

“Have you seen him Merlin? He looks like a Tory douche-nozzlewho doesn’t know what the T in LGBT stands for.”

“I’m sure he does.” Merlin said, holding up one scarf andthen another. He decided on the red one.

If Merlin was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure whatto make of Arthur Penn. A week ago Arthur had bought Merlin a beer at the localpub. Arthur flirted with Merlin all night and then he had asked for Merlin’snumber.  Caught up in the excitement,Merlin had given it to him. Arthur had used the right pronouns, so Merlin’susual fear (that Arthur thought he was a girl) was dismissed.  But it wasn’t until later that Merlin evenwondered if Arthur knew. Now, Arthurhad asked Merlin to dinner and he was beginning wondering just how poorly thiswas going to go.

“Merlin. The bloke’s obtuse. You heard what Morgana saidabout him-“

“Morgana is over dramatic.” Merlin pointed out. “And sheloves to pick on her brother.”

“Merlin.” Will’svoice actually sounded serious for a moment.

Merlin turned to Will, smiling to reassure his friend. “I’man adult. I can handle it.”

“Just… Call me if he ends up being the douche that I toldyou he was. I’ll pick you up.”

“Fine. Mother hen.”Merlin patted Will on the head, which made Will grumble and push him away.

*

The date went wonderfully. But the more Arthur charmed him,the more nervous Merlin became. His mind kept thinking of everything that couldgo wrong. What if he was one of those idiotic gay men who were disgusted bytrans men? What if he got angry that Merlin ‘kept it a secret?’ What if Arthurdidn’t want to go on a second date because he was trans?

After their dinner, these thoughts rushed through Merlin’shead as they walked down the road. Arthur reached out and took Merlin’s hand inhis. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Merlin’s knuckles. “I had funtonight.”

“Me too.” Merlin’s stomach flipped as Arthur pulled Merlin’shand into his own pocket. Merlin was so, so happy. But he didn’t want this tobe any worse than it had to be, if Arthur did end up being the ‘douche-nozzle’that Will thought he was.

“Arthur, can I talk to you?” Merlin cleared his throat, hisvoice sore from lowering it all night.

“…Sure.” Arthur looked worried, his brows pinching together andhis lips thin. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah…it’s been great. But I just have to… God this isstupid.” Merlin tugged on Arthur’s hand, pulling him to a stop. “You know I’mtrans, right?”

Arthur’s mouth opened. He closed it.

“Fuck.” Merlin pulled his hand away from Arthur’s, wrappinghis arms around his chest.

“Shit.” Arthur cursed and covered his hands with his face. “Shit.I’m an idiot. I’ve been using the wrong pronouns, haven’t I?”

“Erm, no.” Merlin frowned. “I’m a bloke, but… I’m a trans bloke.”

“Oh.” Arthur looked Merlin up and down, like he was tryingto understand what he missed. “Oh. Fuck, you scared me. I thought I’d really messedup.”

“Wait. Did you know?”

“That you’re trans? Um. No.” Arthur gave a weak smile,rubbing the back of his head. “I’ve been told I’m kind of oblivious, but in mydefense that’s usually about history term papers. I can’t believe I missed thisthough.”

“Oh.” Merlin said, trying to process this information.

“Are you… is this still going to work?” Arthur made a gesturebetween them. “Not to sound forward, but I’d really like to go out with youagain. Even if I’m an idiot.”

Merlin, still a little dazed by Arthur’s words, blurted out.“Oh thank god you’re not a douche-nozzle.”

Arthur burst out laughing, “Is that a yes, Merlin?”

“Shut up.” Merlin rubbed his forehead, “Fuck, I was soworried.”

Arthur reached out and took Merlin’s hand again, “I’ll neverlive this down.”

“Probably not.” Merlin smiled.

[elletromil]

Movie Night

So I lied when I said I was going to type this this evening, but apparently getting ready for today took less time than usual (aka i managed to close the tumblr app) so here’s the fic for @liprouvaire :D It is part of a larger universe that I haven’t named yet where Merlin is trans and I’ll definitely write more in it, but I just don’t know when. This verse is like a lovechild I have with Li and also @insanereddragon (who helped me with this ficlet to no one’s surprise)

So yeah, this one is just some shameless fluff since this is what Li asked for and hopefully I do not disappoint

Movie Night

They’re only waiting for Merlin to join them on the couch before they can start their movie.

One would think it’s because he’s busy with work-related stuff, but it’s only because he insists on snacks for movie nights and having Eggsy with them gives him a reason to go overboard.

Not that Eggsy is complaining. He’s still got a bit of weight to put on before medical is truly happy with his physical health after all.

Harry is another story, especially now that he’s mostly stuck behind a desk after accepting the position as Arthur, but he’s an adult.

He’s supposed to have self-control.

Apparently not, because Merlin is not even properly seated that Harry  is chewing on a handful of popcorn, his cheeks bulging like a squirrel.

It really shouldn’t be cute, but that’s somehow one of Harry’s superpower. Whenever he’s not handsome, he’s cute.

Before Merlin can get comfortable between them however, Harry makes a disapproving sounds and lightly pushes his back away from the couch.

“Off with the binder first, darling.”

Merlin doesn’t look happy for the delay, but he doesn’t protest the gentle order, chucking off his sweater carelessly on the floor.

It’s not the first time Eggsy has seen him chest-naked, with or without the binder on, but it’s the first time Merlin is undressing in front of him in any fashion. His eyes linger on the muscles of his arms a bit longer than would be appropriate if they hadn’t been dating for a month already as they are revealed from the confine of clothing.

However, when Harry starts helping Merlin out of his binder, Eggsy focuses back on that. Even if Merlin can clearly do it himself, he’d like to help him too one day, be part of the reason his partner sigh with such contentment when his chest is finally free.

After that, Harry reposition them so that Merlin is now lying between his legs and with his feet propped on Eggsy’s lap. Eggsy doesn’t need any direction to start rubbing firmly the graceful arches of Merlin’s feet while Harry carefully massages his chest. They stay silent for a time, Merlin with his eyes closed in appearent bliss.

“I think you should forego the binder for a while,” Harry declares when he starts working out the kinks in Merlin’s shoulders. His only answer is a grunt, but even Eggsy knows this means agreement.

He’s not really planning on saying anything, but the question fells from his lips before he can stop it. It would be mortifying but Merlin has made it more than clear than he’s not ashamed of who he is and doesn’t mind Eggsy’s genuine curiosity one bit. “Why not have the operation? At least for the breasts?” here is no way he can know what he would do himself if he were in Merlin’s shoes, but he thinks that’s one thing he would go through with.

“When I was younger, before Kingsman, if it had been accessible more easily, I probably would have. But such an operation, even if there was no complications, requires a rest period that is longer than I am comfortable with. And since I don’t really have dysphoria, I prefer bringing you all back hoe safely than to spend weeks being miserable in bed.” He reaches for Eggsy’s hand at that point, brings it to his mouth and presses a reverent kiss on his knuckles, never once breaking eye-contact.

Eggsy knows he’s blushing happily now, but he really doesn’t care. He was a bit self-conscious at first at how easily his emotions showed when he wasn’t actively spying, but it’s hard to keep being so when both Harry and Merlin are always so delighted to be the cause of such a reaction.

Merlin doesn’t release his hand, even when Harry starts peppering kisses of his own on his shoulders, and Eggsy takes advantage of Merlin’s small distraction to link their fingers together.

It’s some time before they finally start the movie, Merlin giving them shit for choosing a romantic comedy again, but he looks fondly amused when he swears to make them watch Pacific rim or any ‘other real’ movie the next time.

Neither Harry nor Eggsy mentions the fact that Merlin has also been moved to tear by the end of the movie.

[epic-sorcerer]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77307976

ONE OF MY FAV TRANS MERLIN FICS GOT A POD FIC

[supercalvin]

Yay! Okay, E13.

I’ve gotten this combination (Victorian + Arranged Marriage) before when I did this over a year ago, so I’m going to try and switch it up. Last time I just had same-sex marriage be allowed, so this time I think I’m going to make it a tad more historically accurate (only a tinsy bit) and change up some genders, I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!

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Arthur Penn was the heir to the Penn fortune and son of the Duke of Camelot. He was expected to be intellectual, polite, and the perfect gentleman. He learned to read French and Latin, he was one of the best horsemen in the county, and he spoke properly to everyone he met. As the future Duke of Camelot, Arthur Penn had standards and therefore he had to have a wife who would be able to uphold all these standards as well.

Perhaps he would have had a choice of spouse if he had he been more careful in his youth. When he was barely seventeen his father had caught him kissing his first love, Guinevere, who happened to be a housemaid. The Duke of Camelot had been furious and sent Arthur away, and had never allowed Arthur to even think of having any love affair ever again, lest he lose his fortune.

His wife was to be chosen by his father, with little to no input allowed by Arthur. It was not ideal, and although Arthur liked to think himself more soft-hearted when it came to love, he had always known that he would never be allowed to have a perfectly happy marriage.

The woman who was chosen to be his wife was the daughter of Lord Balinor of Avalon. She was taller than most young women, with pale skin, thick dark hair, stormy blue eyes, and gorgeous plump lips. She was beautiful, Arthur knew that at the least. Before the marriage they had only met half a dozen times and always in company. She was quiet, but Arthur couldn’t tell if that was nerves or her true personality. Though there was glimpses of a spark beneath her soft spoken voice, with a quickly covered smirk in the drawing room or a giggle at dinner which was hidden behind a cough.

It was on their first day as a married couple, finally alone for the first time, that Arthur began to really know the new Lady Penn.

He was giving her a tour of his home in town when she turned to him and said, “I’m afraid, sir, if you expect me to sleep in the same bed as you tonight, you will be sorely mistaken.”

Arthur couldn’t speak for a long while, only staring at his new wife. Eventually he gained back his breath. “Whatever you wish. I would never impose.” Arthur cleared his throat awkwardly.

“A true gentleman. Good to hear. Now, you spoke of a stable for my horse?” She raised a brow and then walked down the stairs, leading the way.

Her personality became more and more apparent the longer he was married to her. He found that once he got her talking, especially on a topic she admired, it was hard to get her to stop. He found that she had mastered the usual feminine arts of sewing and needlework, but appeared to care more for riding and once spoke about Arthur’s fencing lessons with interest. She was brash and bold at times, though he always noted when in company that she was the timid and shy woman he had first met.

It was a fortnight into their marriage that Arthur found her in the stables. Arthur had come down to check on his horse, concerned over the way she was acting over the last few days. By the dim light of the oil lamp, Arthur thought that the figure was a stable boy who had snuck into the stables after dark. But as he held up the light and the figure turned at the noise, he saw the long hair pulled into a coil on the back of her head. His eyes travelled down and beheld her long legs. Clothed in trousers.

Arthur admitted that he had never cursed in front of a lady until that moment.

“Arthur!” His wife hissed, shushing him quickly. “Quiet! You’ll spook Freya!”

“Your damned horse!” Arthur hissed back, his eyes roaming down her legs and then quickly looking away. She was technically his wife, but they had not yet consummated their marriage and it still felt wrong to look so freely. “What do you think you are doing? What if someone else had caught you?”

“No one’s ever caught me.” She said with a roll of her eyes. Confident, that was something else Arthur was learning about her when she showed her true self. She pulled on a cap and struck a pose, her legs wide apart and her hands on her hips. She looked masculine, and perhaps from afar she could easily pass as a young man.

“You’ve done this before?” Arthur asked.

She rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. “No, not since we married. I had told myself not to, but I could not help myself. I am sorry.”

“What, exactly, are you doing?” Arthur asked curiously.

“I go out on a ride, that’s all. I used to do it out in the day, usually at dusk or dawn.”

“Dressed as a man?” Arthur clarified.

“It’s more comfortable.” She shrugged, although Arthur could tell there was something more to it.

“You enjoy these rides?” Arthur asked.

“Yes.” She said, playing with the gloves in her hands. “They are the only times I truly feel like myself. Not the proper young woman I have to be for Papa, nor- and it is not to be offensive to you- but I don’t have to be the perfect wife for you. I can just be me, no dress or frills, just a pair of trousers and my hair out of my eyes.”

Arthur paused and watched his spouse’s face. It was the most genuine he had seen it yet. He set down his lamp and began to untie his boots and grabbed his riding boots.

“What are you doing?”

“If this is where you are yourself, than I am coming with you.” Arthur pulled on his boots, and then he grabbed his coat and hat.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am. I want to know you. Not any facade that you create for the outside world. I want to know the real you, Emma.”

She looked at him for a long time before she said, “Merlin. That’s the name I would like you to call me.”

Arthur smiled, “Then Merlin it is.”

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