#trans!merlin

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.

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

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.

“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.”

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.

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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