#trans elyan

[worthyprnce]

full armour at day, pretty yellow lace lingerie at night

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[gwen-cheers-me-up]

Fandom: Merlin (TV)

If You’re Into It (4.5k)

Rating: M, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Elyan/Lancelot, Elyan/Merlin, Gwaine/Merlin, Gwaine & Merlin, Elyan & Gwen

Characters: Elyan, Merlin, Lancelot, Gwaine, Gwen, Arthur Pendragon

Additional Tags: Canon Era, Trans Elyan (Merlin), Nonbinary Merlin (Merlin), Trans Gwaine, Aromantic Merlin (Merlin), Asexual Gwaine, Chaotic Lancelot, Some Humor, Light Angst, Mentions Of Gender Dysphoria, Hormones, Casual Sex, Romance, Polyamory, oh the joys of a-spec adjacent trans experiences, and the horrors of percival the sleeved, Slutty Merlin, i can't believe that's not a recognized tag yet, Conversations, Transitioning, Mild Sexual Content, let! gwen! do! pranks!, POV Elyan (Merlin)

Summary:

While Merlin and Gwaine attempt to win a bet against Arthur by trying monogamy for a week, Elyan looks to someone new to take the edge off. Elyan finds Lancelot’s unending nobility rather off-putting, but he’s pretty sure he can corrupt him.

The fact that Lancelot is secretly a chaotic dumpster-fire of a human being with a penchant for well-intentioned treason is a source of dramatic irony that’s fun for all--erm, most--ages.

Featuring casual sex, some fun-poking at monogamy, and two storage closets used for two (different) illicit purposes.

Written for @elyan-fest

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

Anon asked: 29 (”You’re a really bad liar”) for Mordred

Mordred sat in the armoury, pretending to sharpen his sword as he waited for the last few chattering knights to leave. The shutting of the door made him look up, expecting to be alone, but Elyan was standing there watching him.

Mordred smiled briefly in acknowledgement then returned to his sword, hoping Elyan would leave quickly too so he could get out of his armour. The short knight usually did after training, only dropping his sword off at the armoury before going to his room still in his chainmail. Unfortunately, this time it seemed he had other plans.

“Are you all right?”

Mordred flinched. He didn’t think he’d been that obvious.

Tomorrow they were to ride out to aid a Druid encampment that recently had been attacked by Morgana’s forces, in what Mordred hoped was more than a symbolic gesture of allyship. The witch had begun to treat magic users who did not join her cause just as harshly as those who oppressed them and Mordred did not know what made him feel worse: that someone who he had once looked to for safety and comfort had become so ruthless, or that he was now counted among the number of their oppressors.

The camp was not one Mordred had spent time with, but he had been shunted between enough of them in his life to know that the whispers and mutters and naked distrust that followed him were more than a coincidence.

“Fine,” he replied, as indifferently as he could manage.

He could hear a smile in Elyan’s voice. “You know, you’re a really bad liar,” he said gently.

Fear made his heart thud. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coldly, standing up abruptly and causing his sword to fall to the ground with a clatter.

Elyan held his hands up in surrender. “Ok ok, I’m sorry. I won’t say anything more. But I just want you to know, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here. I get it.”

Mordred frowned. “Get what?”

“Mordred.” Elyan still had that gentle smile curling his mouth. “You never get changed in the armoury, or when there’s anyone around.” Mordred’s hand went automatically to the triskelion tattoo on his chest, then dropped back to his side just as quickly. “And like today, when Leon asked about how you learned to fight, you always get distant and change the subject when anything from your past comes up. I don’t know, maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree. But I can’t help wondering if…”

Mordred backed away, heart pounding, but there was nowhere to run –

“You’re like me.”

Mordred stopped. Blinked. Stared. “What?” He couldn’t be. Surely. Not a… Knight of Camelot. Right. “You’re…” He couldn’t even say the word aloud. Even now, Druid was a dangerous word in Camelot.

There were tears shining in Elyan’s eyes. “Yes. I’ve known most of my life.”

Mordred huffed a bewildered laugh. “Well, I’m not surprised.” When you were born a Druid, surrounded by Druids, it did not take that long to know that you were, well, a Druid. A wild hope leapt within him. “Who… who else knows?”

He shrugged. “Gwen, of course. Leon too. Percival. Gwaine.”

The hope deflated a little. “Not Arthur?”

Elyan averted his gaze. “I would like to think he’d be okay with it. There’s no specific law…” Not any more, Mordred’s mind filled in. “But I don’t know. It can seem a little too like sorcery - a curse, that sort of nonsense - for me to bank my life here on.”

Mordred nodded. “Yes.” Though perhaps he’d be doomed anyway, with the magic that rolled and boiled in his heart like a crashing wave, waiting to be unleashed. He too liked to think the King would come around, but he wasn’t sure how long he was meant to wait. Emrys seemed to have been waiting a long time already.

Elyan smiled a little too brightly at him. “So I just want you to know, you’re not alone. I know what it feels like to have to hide who you are, for your very existence to feel dangerous…”

Mordred opened his mouth to speak, but instead found himself flinging his arms around Elyan.

He was the only one he would feel comfortable enough to do that with. The other knights might sling an arm around his shoulders in a show of comradeship, but only Elyan properly hugged him. No one else had ever hugged him like that, not since Morgana; like a friend, a brother, an equal. Not even Arthur, though Mordred was told the king was more affectionate with him than with most.

Elyan’s hand ruffled his hair and Mordred giggled, dizzy with the revelation. “I thought I was the only one,” he whispered into his shoulder.

Elyan laughed, just as giddy. “So did I.”

Mordred laughed too with a freedom he had not felt since he had run away from the first camp he’d lived in. Elyan’s easy acceptance made such a change from Emrys’s hostility, the Druids’ unease, to living a lie with the rest of his new friends. Then, a mind-boggling thought occurred to him.

“Wait, does this mean the Queen is a Druid too?”

Elyan froze, then he took hold of Mordred’s shoulders and pushed him far away enough that he could look at him, brow creased in confusion but not hostility. 

“Wait, what?”

[remus-lupin-is-my-patronus]

I feel like when Elyan came out as trans to Tom, Tom tried his hardest to make him feel accepted. He wasn’t too familiar with the topic, but he loves Elyan so he made an effort, thunderstand?

He was like, okay.. not sure what that is, but I love you! Just don’t get do anything bad.

But that’s just my opinion

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

In which Elyan’s gender euphoria causes unforeseen problems

Based on this post and this moderately shitty drawing i did :')

“Are. You. Kidding. Me.”

Here’s the thing. Gwen was generally very supportive of her brother’s right to wear what he wanted. And it made a wonderful change to how he used to be, refusing to leave the house unless he was wearing at least three layers of his baggiest clothes, and sometimes not even then, he was so uncomfortable.

So when he’d finally returned after visiting the Druids and getting into four years of all sorts of unrelated trouble and his chest was finally how he wanted it to be she supposed she couldn’t blame him for indulging in the round table tradition of incredibly low cut shirts. And now she was confronted with it, Gwen couldn’t believe they hadn’t seen this flaw in the plan coming.

“Elyan for god’s sake!”

It had been a good plan other than this seemingly small detail that threatened to derail the whole thing. When Morgana had taken the citadel two weeks ago, attacking with such a volume of troops that they were instantly overwhelmed, there had not been time to grab anything before retreating to the secret tunnels under the castle. Thankfully Gwen had just come back from a ride with Arthur Lancelot Percival and Gwaine so was wearing boots and a dress that was easy to run in. (Merlin had been out gathering herbs at the time and they hadn’t heard of or seen him since. Gwen hoped he had escaped and hadn’t fallen victim to the dragon that they’d heard was causing Morgana’s troops all manner of trouble at night.)

Leon and Elyan had just been returning from a patrol and therefore had a bag of spare clothes and food with them when they’d retreated to the tunnels and bumped into the others (Literally. Gwaine’s black eye was still fairly prominent in the flickering candlelight whenever they had it.) so they’d manage to survive on increasingly smaller rations, able to do a of bit of recon and steal a bit of food wearing the uniform of the one dead guard who had chased them into the tunnels, waiting for an opportunity to… well Arthur was a little vague about that bit. But Gwen knew he’d never abandon his people.

Two weeks later though, with rations and candles dwindling, starvation had become a bigger risk than trying to get out. Indeed, they probably would’ve been forced out a lot sooner by dehydration if it weren’t for the hole in the tunnel roof that let rainwater in. And so it was agreed that Gwen would disguise herself as a boy and go first with Lancelot. 

They would pose as commoners, Lancelot being one of the newest of the knights to Camelot and therefore less recognisable (Percival even less so, but unfortunately nothing about him really screamed ‘stealth’). Gwaine had suggested they dress Lancelot as a woman, the story of Gwen and Leon’s escape the last time Morgana had invaded being one of his favourite stories. It actually wasn’t that bad an idea and he might well look good, but Gwen’s dress would not fit Lance particularly well and they were counting on hiding in plain sight and going in the daylight which required more convincing disguises. They just had to hope Lancelot’s newness and skill in sneaking around would disguise him well enough.

They intended to head to Nemeth to appeal to Mithian and her father, their closest allies, for help. Gwen hated the idea of leaving her husband, brother and friends behind but she could see the sense in it; while she could hold her own in a fight, her skills lay more in negotiation and diplomacy (along with sewing and blacksmithing of course. Oh and she could make an excellent pie too if she did say so herself. God she would kill for a pie right now… And she had recently become proficient in (and gained several bruises from) the art of ‘catch the pebble in the dark’. They’d been down here too long.)

Gwaine, being the most proficient at haircare, had already cut her hair short by the light of one of the last candles, no one trusting anyone with a knife near anyone’s head in the dark. She’d been a little apprehensive about it but it was actually quite a refreshing change. And by Arthur’s wide eyes and rapidly spreading blush when he’d seen her, her husband didn’t mind either.

She’d borrowed her brother’s spare clothes to change into round the corner from everyone though it really didn’t matter as it was currently. Y’know. PITCH BLACK. as he was the closest to her in height and stature, though still fairly far off. However the trousers had fit well enough once she’d tied them round the waist with twine. The problems had started with the shirt. The shirt whose v neck stopped somewhere near her belly button.

“You do know the idea of this was concealment right Elyan? Disguise? Not to flaunt myself?”

There was a confused silence, then:

“Ohh we didn’t think about binding. You should probably do that. This is an odd kind of déjà vu.”

“I really don’t think It’s going to make that much difference. My entire tit is out.” This got a snort of laughter from Gwaine and a strangled sound from some combination of Arthur Lancelot and Leon, all probably for different reasons. A few weeks ago she would’ve made an effort to be more ladylike but at this point she was so past mincing her words it wasn’t even funny.

“I so did not need to hear that,” Elyan complained.

“Did you really have to sit down and unlace the entire thing!”

“It looks better that way!”

“We’re going to starve to death by the time I get this laced back up! Can you not just loosen the laces like Gwaine!” No hang on, that was a thought.

“No!”

“Wait no, you shut up.” She mentally catalogued them. Lance was almost as bad as Elyan. Arthur’s shirt didn’t even have laces. Leon’s was the only one tightly laced up but his shirt would be more of a dress on her. Percival… she did not have the time to get into all the reasons why that would not work. There really was only one option.

“Gwaine. Strip. We’re swapping shirts.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[gwen-cheers-me-up]

That We May Live Free

Chapters: 1/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Elyan/Merlin (Merlin), Elyan & Gwen & Merlin (Merlin)

Characters: Elyan (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Kara (Merlin), Gilli (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin), Agravaine (Merlin), Kilgharrah (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Canon Era, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s04e11 The Hunter's Heart, Fix-It, Angst, Destiny, Friendship, Trans Elyan, Trans Kara, Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, POV Alternating, Merlin's Magic Revealed (Merlin), aka the one where Merlin leaves after Arthur says he can join Gwen in exile, and Elyan comes with him, No Character Bashing, Work In Progress, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

After Gwen is banished from Camelot, both Merlin and Elyan struggle to remember what’s keeping them there. The longer they strain under split loyalties--Merlin between his people and his destiny, Elyan between his duty and his debts, and both between Guinevere and their king--the more tempting it becomes to join her in exile. A warning from Kilgharrah, a gag order from Arthur, and the discovery of an enchantment on Gwen’s bracelet lead to their departure from Camelot, a re-interpretation of Merlin’s destiny, and what could be the beginning of a brighter future for all of Albion. After all, there’s more than one way to make someone queen.

Written for the @elyan-fest!

[justaz]

THINKING ABOUT GWENHWYFACH TONIGHT CHAT #transelyan #sorryfordeadnamingyou

[gwen-cheers-me-up]

Fandom: Merlin (TV)

Come On, Let’s Go (1.5k)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Elyan/Merlin (Merlin)

Characters: Elyan (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Vanlife AU, Trans Elyan, Trans Male Character, Sexual Content, Humor, Ill-Advised Highway Behavior, Masturbation, Car Sex, Sex in a Car, Blow Jobs in a Car, Public Masturbation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Blow Jobs, Testosterone, Bottom growth, angsty trans fics about dysphoria and self-esteem issues are all well and good, but sometimes you just wanna read about trans people loving their trans bodies ya know, this is that, plus a heaping spoonful of unsafe driving practices, aka: the horny transmasc representation that nomadland denied us, POV Elyan, they/them pronouns for Merlin, Rare Pairings, Nonbinary Merlin, Nonbinary Character, Claustrophobia, Kinkalot, Kinkalot Team Knights

Summary:

Elyan tries to nonchalantly masturbate while driving. Merlin is driving on the highway next to him and does not think Elyan is very nonchalant.