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Merlin - Transformative
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wolfie74 recently bought some fish. Amongst them were three guppies who bonded and play with each other constantly. They are all three supposedly male and all three try to do more than play, which led to inappropriate comments, which led to her admitting her and Youngest named the three Arthur, Merlin, and Gwaine, which led to comments on Twitter regarding genderbending, mpreg, animal transformation, and LARP, which led to emeraldteal joining in the fun. Er, this is what happened. Pretty much what it says on the label, sans the "LARP" bit.
Yes, this is what happens when I have been far too stressed from work to write for far too long. Sorry.
Title: Transformative
Genre: Crack, Slash
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,600 words
Spoilers: Roughly Series 4 of Merlin, and possibly a tiny bit of the animated Sword in the Stone movie. *wince*
Warnings: Bad taste? Genderbending animal transformation fic with a hint of mpreg?
Synopsis: There are myths, there are legends, and there are tales that go down in the tomes of history. This is most decidedly none of those.
Author’s Notes: I am not sure who I wish to blame more, emeraldteal for encouraging me, or my loving partner and son for deciding to name the guppies Merlin, Arthur, and Gwaine, and then making commentary on the Merlin fish looking pregnant.
Disclaimer: Apologies to Disney and BBC. I do not own these characters and am making no profit from this.
Sometimes, things really did not turn out the way one would expect them to.
Take, for instance, what was possibly the most powerful sorcerer or all time and the legendary king that he so proudly served. One would expect the two to put forth a regal presence, a presence of might and intimidation, a presence that would make all that would dare to challenge them shiver and back away without a single word uttered from either challenger or champion.
One would, of course, be wrong.
Either that or one had not seen them in their younger and more experimental days, where intimidation was far more exasperation and magical might was far more magical might-have-been.
"Just... fix it!" Arthur growled, or at least made a noise fairly close to the description.
"What do you think I have been trying to do?" Merlin retorted.
"I am truly at a loss as to how to answer that without the risk of being turned into a toad," Arthur huffed. It was followed by a grumble of something that sounded suspiciously like, "Though, to be fair, a toad may be better than this. More mobile in the very least."
Merlin thought Arthur may have been exaggerating, at least a little, at least about the toad part. Whilst it was true the situation had not quite gone according to plan, it could have been far, far worse. He would dare to mention such a thing to Arthur, but knew to do so would lead to such things as tirades and commentary that would serve solely to distract him when he truly did need the utmost concentration.
He closed his eyes and felt the magic flow through him, could feel the very fibres of his being quiver and tremble as he transformed into something new, something different, something hopefully good enough to fix this mess sooner rather than later.
He was not surprised to find himself still in the thankfully fairly large bit of water, but he was rather disappointed to find he could still see perfectly fine beneath the surface. He cursed something determinedly non-magical and turned to face the no doubt less than amused Arthur.
"Sorry, still a fish," Arthur said with a sigh. Well, technically did not say as fish did not speak as humans considered it, but Merlin had managed a sort of telepathic connection at the start of this disaster, so both had a fair idea of what the other was thinking, and with decent grammar no less.
"Sorted that it on my own, thanks," Merlin said dejectedly.
"Though, to be fair, the colours of your fins have changed a bit," Arthur considered. He swam around, to the side and above and back again because, really, it was not enough to turn the Court Sorcerer into a flounder, but he decided to take the King himself along for the ride. Said King's fishy little face lit up with something that could only be called glee as he exclaimed, "I've seen this before! You are still you, the guppy or whatever it was you changed us into, but you now have the colouring of a female." Merlin knew it was coming, but still did not take any of the sting out of it when Arthur crowed, "Merlin, you well and truly are a girl!"
"I'm still a girl that can fry your arse, so I suggest you stop right there," Merlin grumbled. Arthur seemed to have a bit more of a brain as a fish than he did as a human at times, and did stop the ribbing, though the distinct hint of a fishy smile remained and Merlin could feel the glee rolling off of him in waves.
Merlin went back to concentrating on trying to fix things, which would have been far easier with Gaius' books at hand. Then again, it would be far easier if he had hands at all, so there was that. He gave up trying to remedy things on his own some time later, and materialized one of the books to the dry land beside them, not wanting to risk damaging the priceless pages, nor wanting the risk the text of salvation washing away in the stream. It was tiring work, but he jumped up and out of the water, time and time again, until he was fairly certain he had the gist of things. He then jumped time and time again as he tried spell after spell, each one ending in a flash of golden light and failure.
"You look ridiculous, you know," Arthur commented. He made a little leaping motion to prove his point. "Also, fatter. I didn't know female fish were supposed to be bigger than the males."
Merlin had a retort to that, really he did, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his fishy stomach became a different sort of feeling all together. He thought back to all the spells he had tried thus far, and all the possible interactions they may have, and tried not to choke on the water around him as he cursed with an entirely different purpose.
Just that morning he and Arthur had partaken of their preferred method of entertainment, which was how, in the post-coital glow, a wild suggestion had turned to a plan which in turn became a disaster. "I swear, if I end up with child from this, scales will be the least of your worries," Merlin promised him.
Never had the phrase "stunned mullet" been so fitting as to Arthur's answering expression. He recovered far more quickly than Merlin would have supposed, but only to point out, "You are a fish, Merlin, I highly doubt a child is to be feared. It is more likely you will have a dozen, or more. Just what species are we anyway and what sort of hatchlings do they have and..." The stunned mullet impression returned as he considered, "And how many will turn to human upon our return?"
Merlin covered his panic with a falsely sweet tone and replied, "Well, you do need an heir. This way you would get more than one, a castle full even."
"A castle full of heirs," Arthur murmured. He looked as though he longed to sit down, but his finned form prevented such an action. "A castle full of miniature versions of you and me, only in tiny little prince and princess forms." There was a paused, and then he literally did sink a good distance before he managed, "What if they turn out like Morgana? A castle full of tiny magical Pendragons, all vying for the throne?"
"We can manage," Merlin tried, not certain whom he was trying to convince. "They will have us, and all the knights, and who is to say they will all turn out evil anyway? I mean, you were a prat, and a royal one at that, before I came along, but just look what a calming and nurturing influence I have had on your life. I am certain everything will be -"
"Fix it!" Arthur demanded, cutting him off.
Merlin decided that it was not the proper time to mention Arthur's obvious paternal issues, and returned to the problem at hand. Well, one of the problems at hand. Which was that he still had no hands. And that those would be very useful in turning the blasted pages. For now, he pushed the other problems, like whether or not the piscine pregnancy would translate into employing the entire Lower Town as nannies and nursemaids, to the side and jumped once more.
Four false starts and enough jumping and hopping later for Merlin to fear possible damage to his unborn roe, he had it.
Well, kind of had it, in the very least. He was human and Arthur was human and the King looked torn between elation and a full out rant as he spun around to face Merlin and lay into him, one way or another. Instead, two stalking paces later, he halted right in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth hanging open like the fish he so recently was.
"What?" Merlin asked, hugging the precious book closer to protect it from whatever was on Arthur's mind.
At least he tried to hug it closer, only it did not quite fit, at least not the right way. He looked down to see just what the issue may be and cursed, thankfully once again in a non-magical way. Apparently, he had managed to return to his original species, but not to his original gender.
"Bugger," he swore. He looked down further, past the flesh pressed up against the leather binding of the tome and to a gently rounded belly. "Shite," he amended.
"No, I really do believe I prefer the first one," Arthur told him, right before he descended.
The months that followed were some of the most interesting in Merlin's life, and that was truly saying something when said life had consisted of duelling wizards, immortal soldiers, and talking dragons thus far. The end result was that Camelot produced an heir of legendary prowess with both the blade and the elements themselves, and her very slightly younger brother was not half bad either.
Merlin survived, both the pregnancy and the twins, as well as countless attempts on the lives of all involved. And only once did he have to explain why the princess threw a crock of the finest caviar in a suitor's face and reached for her sword before her brother could challenge the man to a duel.
All in all he figured things could have been much, much worse.
End.
Feedback is always welcomed, even for this.
My loving partner
wolfie74 recently bought some fish. Amongst them were three guppies who bonded and play with each other constantly. They are all three supposedly male and all three try to do more than play, which led to inappropriate comments, which led to her admitting her and Youngest named the three Arthur, Merlin, and Gwaine, which led to comments on Twitter regarding genderbending, mpreg, animal transformation, and LARP, which led to emeraldteal joining in the fun. Er, this is what happened. Pretty much what it says on the label, sans the "LARP" bit.Yes, this is what happens when I have been far too stressed from work to write for far too long. Sorry.
Title: Transformative
Genre: Crack, Slash
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,600 words
Spoilers: Roughly Series 4 of Merlin, and possibly a tiny bit of the animated Sword in the Stone movie. *wince*
Warnings: Bad taste? Genderbending animal transformation fic with a hint of mpreg?
Synopsis: There are myths, there are legends, and there are tales that go down in the tomes of history. This is most decidedly none of those.
Author’s Notes: I am not sure who I wish to blame more, emeraldteal for encouraging me, or my loving partner and son for deciding to name the guppies Merlin, Arthur, and Gwaine, and then making commentary on the Merlin fish looking pregnant.
Disclaimer: Apologies to Disney and BBC. I do not own these characters and am making no profit from this.
Sometimes, things really did not turn out the way one would expect them to.
Take, for instance, what was possibly the most powerful sorcerer or all time and the legendary king that he so proudly served. One would expect the two to put forth a regal presence, a presence of might and intimidation, a presence that would make all that would dare to challenge them shiver and back away without a single word uttered from either challenger or champion.
One would, of course, be wrong.
Either that or one had not seen them in their younger and more experimental days, where intimidation was far more exasperation and magical might was far more magical might-have-been.
"Just... fix it!" Arthur growled, or at least made a noise fairly close to the description.
"What do you think I have been trying to do?" Merlin retorted.
"I am truly at a loss as to how to answer that without the risk of being turned into a toad," Arthur huffed. It was followed by a grumble of something that sounded suspiciously like, "Though, to be fair, a toad may be better than this. More mobile in the very least."
Merlin thought Arthur may have been exaggerating, at least a little, at least about the toad part. Whilst it was true the situation had not quite gone according to plan, it could have been far, far worse. He would dare to mention such a thing to Arthur, but knew to do so would lead to such things as tirades and commentary that would serve solely to distract him when he truly did need the utmost concentration.
He closed his eyes and felt the magic flow through him, could feel the very fibres of his being quiver and tremble as he transformed into something new, something different, something hopefully good enough to fix this mess sooner rather than later.
He was not surprised to find himself still in the thankfully fairly large bit of water, but he was rather disappointed to find he could still see perfectly fine beneath the surface. He cursed something determinedly non-magical and turned to face the no doubt less than amused Arthur.
"Sorry, still a fish," Arthur said with a sigh. Well, technically did not say as fish did not speak as humans considered it, but Merlin had managed a sort of telepathic connection at the start of this disaster, so both had a fair idea of what the other was thinking, and with decent grammar no less.
"Sorted that it on my own, thanks," Merlin said dejectedly.
"Though, to be fair, the colours of your fins have changed a bit," Arthur considered. He swam around, to the side and above and back again because, really, it was not enough to turn the Court Sorcerer into a flounder, but he decided to take the King himself along for the ride. Said King's fishy little face lit up with something that could only be called glee as he exclaimed, "I've seen this before! You are still you, the guppy or whatever it was you changed us into, but you now have the colouring of a female." Merlin knew it was coming, but still did not take any of the sting out of it when Arthur crowed, "Merlin, you well and truly are a girl!"
"I'm still a girl that can fry your arse, so I suggest you stop right there," Merlin grumbled. Arthur seemed to have a bit more of a brain as a fish than he did as a human at times, and did stop the ribbing, though the distinct hint of a fishy smile remained and Merlin could feel the glee rolling off of him in waves.
Merlin went back to concentrating on trying to fix things, which would have been far easier with Gaius' books at hand. Then again, it would be far easier if he had hands at all, so there was that. He gave up trying to remedy things on his own some time later, and materialized one of the books to the dry land beside them, not wanting to risk damaging the priceless pages, nor wanting the risk the text of salvation washing away in the stream. It was tiring work, but he jumped up and out of the water, time and time again, until he was fairly certain he had the gist of things. He then jumped time and time again as he tried spell after spell, each one ending in a flash of golden light and failure.
"You look ridiculous, you know," Arthur commented. He made a little leaping motion to prove his point. "Also, fatter. I didn't know female fish were supposed to be bigger than the males."
Merlin had a retort to that, really he did, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his fishy stomach became a different sort of feeling all together. He thought back to all the spells he had tried thus far, and all the possible interactions they may have, and tried not to choke on the water around him as he cursed with an entirely different purpose.
Just that morning he and Arthur had partaken of their preferred method of entertainment, which was how, in the post-coital glow, a wild suggestion had turned to a plan which in turn became a disaster. "I swear, if I end up with child from this, scales will be the least of your worries," Merlin promised him.
Never had the phrase "stunned mullet" been so fitting as to Arthur's answering expression. He recovered far more quickly than Merlin would have supposed, but only to point out, "You are a fish, Merlin, I highly doubt a child is to be feared. It is more likely you will have a dozen, or more. Just what species are we anyway and what sort of hatchlings do they have and..." The stunned mullet impression returned as he considered, "And how many will turn to human upon our return?"
Merlin covered his panic with a falsely sweet tone and replied, "Well, you do need an heir. This way you would get more than one, a castle full even."
"A castle full of heirs," Arthur murmured. He looked as though he longed to sit down, but his finned form prevented such an action. "A castle full of miniature versions of you and me, only in tiny little prince and princess forms." There was a paused, and then he literally did sink a good distance before he managed, "What if they turn out like Morgana? A castle full of tiny magical Pendragons, all vying for the throne?"
"We can manage," Merlin tried, not certain whom he was trying to convince. "They will have us, and all the knights, and who is to say they will all turn out evil anyway? I mean, you were a prat, and a royal one at that, before I came along, but just look what a calming and nurturing influence I have had on your life. I am certain everything will be -"
"Fix it!" Arthur demanded, cutting him off.
Merlin decided that it was not the proper time to mention Arthur's obvious paternal issues, and returned to the problem at hand. Well, one of the problems at hand. Which was that he still had no hands. And that those would be very useful in turning the blasted pages. For now, he pushed the other problems, like whether or not the piscine pregnancy would translate into employing the entire Lower Town as nannies and nursemaids, to the side and jumped once more.
Four false starts and enough jumping and hopping later for Merlin to fear possible damage to his unborn roe, he had it.
Well, kind of had it, in the very least. He was human and Arthur was human and the King looked torn between elation and a full out rant as he spun around to face Merlin and lay into him, one way or another. Instead, two stalking paces later, he halted right in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth hanging open like the fish he so recently was.
"What?" Merlin asked, hugging the precious book closer to protect it from whatever was on Arthur's mind.
At least he tried to hug it closer, only it did not quite fit, at least not the right way. He looked down to see just what the issue may be and cursed, thankfully once again in a non-magical way. Apparently, he had managed to return to his original species, but not to his original gender.
"Bugger," he swore. He looked down further, past the flesh pressed up against the leather binding of the tome and to a gently rounded belly. "Shite," he amended.
"No, I really do believe I prefer the first one," Arthur told him, right before he descended.
The months that followed were some of the most interesting in Merlin's life, and that was truly saying something when said life had consisted of duelling wizards, immortal soldiers, and talking dragons thus far. The end result was that Camelot produced an heir of legendary prowess with both the blade and the elements themselves, and her very slightly younger brother was not half bad either.
Merlin survived, both the pregnancy and the twins, as well as countless attempts on the lives of all involved. And only once did he have to explain why the princess threw a crock of the finest caviar in a suitor's face and reached for her sword before her brother could challenge the man to a duel.
All in all he figured things could have been much, much worse.
End.
Feedback is always welcomed, even for this.
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This is supercute :D
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