#fat!merlin

[constant-merlin-torture]

Quick Merlin Things Pt. 13

Arthur and Merlin on a hunting trip by themselves and are sitting down having a picnic or smth

Arthur: say Merlin have you ever thought about running away from Camelot to a farm

Merlin, not really paying attention: I mean I basically was slumming it as a small town farmer before I came here but sure yeah

Arthur, nodding: cool

Arthur: and how would you feel about living with other people? Like one other person? That you know and probably like and the other person would like hypothetically die for you

Merlin, still not paying attention but confused: I guess it’d be fine sure

Arthur, sweating: interesting

Arthur:

Arthur, probably feral: how would you feel—hypothetically of course—if that person wanted you to do all the work but then make out after and call you darling and brush your hair and kiss you and hang out with you and eat dinner with you and hug you and then love you a lot

Merlin:

Merlin:

Merlin: arthur what

Arthur: how would you feel if I proposed righ—

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[crypitd]

A ''Merry'' Merlin Falcon on Morning Bird Monday

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[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

Hi today we will talk about how Arthur as a woman would be even worse than as a man

Because it was always about proving his worth to the people around her and as a woman slhe would have to prove even more to bc u know. Misgogyny

Fem Arthur would bite off the head of any man within 10 meters

She would be a ball of fury, fear of being married off and the fact that her father hates her.

She would be so much a bitch to everything that breathes. Certainly every man

Yes she wants good for her people. ofc,she a good person But oh well if guy interested in her....Then the sword will start moving

But oh yes also she would be soo fashion icon. Like imo would even beat Morgane in this. Also also. I don't care. She would have fucking long hair. I DON'T CARE

[lumism]

when you're reading a fic and it's not even "he would not say that" because in all fairness he did say similar or even worse things in canon but also i truly believed that we were all cognisant of how poorly done that was. my bad 😐

[bellybounce]

Feedist Kinktober Day 2 - Royalty

Merthur weight gain for Day 2 of the Feedist Kinktober by @fatguarddog

*this isn't too kink based, and is more of a discovery of weight gain more than anything as I'm considering beefing it out into a multi-chapter fic in the future, so for now you just get soft bellies and loving boyfriends

Siren Song/Royalty

Despite Uther’s all consuming belief that magic was evil, it was actually the one thing that brought peace to Camelot. Once Athur had been crowned King Arthur of Camelot and openly declared his courtship to his consort, Merlin,  the ban magic had been lifted, a domino effect began. With it now safe for  magic users to enter the walls, Camelot found itself allying with a new set of Kingdoms it had previously shunned, and magic users would travel from far and wide to train under Merlin as the newly appointed Court Sorcerer. This, in turn, led to peace and protection for the Kingdom, as there were less magical enemies out for revenge, and also the knowledge that their powerful magical army would thwart any storming attacks. 

As King, he was expected to spend his days with the council, reviewing treaties and finances, rather than dedicating hours a day to his training. Still the figurehead for the Knights, a King simply leads the most fearful of battles, and leaves most other physical tasks to his knights. This expectation, on top of the fact that the peace had left the knights with a lack of battles or danger approaching Camelot's walls, meant Arthur rarely exercised. 

As King of a peaceful and welcoming land, with an ever growing number of allies, Arthur instead spent a lot of his time feasting on banquets held in someone or anothers honour, or snacking as he reviewed council papers, stuffing his face to keep the boredom at bay.

Somewhere along the line, this also had an effect on King Arthur’s waistline. 

Arthur sat down on the edge of the bed with a huff, the bed bouncing under his weight, almost mockingly. He ran a hand through his hair before leaning himself back on his hands, body stretched out before him. He ran a hand over his chest, feeling the softness of his once toned pecs that were now shelved by the curvage of his stomach that had begun to round outwards. 

“Merlin,” Arthur called to the man pottering about the other side of the bedchamber, “have I gotten fat?”

Merlin’s head whipped around to look at him, mouth slightly gaped. “Um, why do you ask, my love?”

“My tailor- he had to take out my tunic for next month's gala during today's fitting - by quite a lot.” As he spoke he stroked his stomach. 

Merlin knew he had gained weight, had watched him this past year filling out as he gorged on pork pies and roasted lamb and rich buttery pastry. He could see the layer of fat pillowing his lover’s cheeks, giving him a soft double chin if he looked downwards. He had catalogued how his back seemed to widen over time, running his fingers over the small rolls that had begun to form as they made love. He felt the changes to his stomach when they hugged, going from toned muscle pressing against him to a small swollen gut that jutted out  over his waistband. 

His hesitating silence answered Arthur’s question, as he let out a whiny “Merlin!” before throwing himself backwards onto the bed. This was a mistake as it allowed his stomach to mountain upwards and, now that he was addressing the problem, Arthur couldn’t ignore that half his line of sight was now obscured by his ball of a belly.

“Okay, so maybe you’ve gained a bit of-” Arthur squeaked in protest -”okay a lot of weight, but you’re still handsome to me.” Merlin rounded the bed, leaning against one of the bedposts. From here he could see the full expanse of his stomach, could see how it mounded out a good 7 or 8 inches high into the air. 

“How have I not noticed? That tunic was only a year old but I could barely pull it down over this thing!” Arthur gave his stomach a pat, sending it rippling and Merlin had to bite his lip as a shiver washed over him. “All my other clothes fit!”

“I may or may not have used my magic to let them out a few times,” Merlin admitted. Arthur’s head shot up, resulting in an appearance of the collecting double chin. “I didn’t want you to worry! I used to watch you, Arthur. You’d obsess over your training, leave your dinner half finished and go to bed hungry to keep your “princely figure”. I wanted you to be carefree.” 

“Merlin, look at my stomach - no, gut! I can actually call it a gut! I could be halfway through a pregnancy if I didn’t know any better!” He pinched at the roll of fat on his side, and Merlin felt his cheeks flaming.

Merlin mounted the bed and straddled Arhur, perching himself on his thighs. He ran his hands under Arthur’s shirt, stroking the fleshy skin underneath, his fingers tracing stretch marks. “You’re a King now Arthur, you need to show everyone how big” - Merlin pushed the shirt up and peppered a kiss onto his belly - “and strong” - another kiss - “and wealthy” - another kiss - “their King is.” He rested his hands on top of Arthur’s gut, petting at it as if it was a kitten. 

“I have been sleeping better, going to bed with a full stomach,” Arthur admitted, his hands ghosting over Merlin’s. “Father always told me to slow down - said a Knight had to be lean and quick.”

“But you’re not a Knight anymore - you’re a King.” Merlin lay tugged at Arthur’s arms, pulling him upwards so that he was upright, his arms wrapping around Merlin’s slender waist. “A King who has worked hard to unite the Kingdoms and desires to be free.”

Merlin leant forward, grazing Arthur’s lips with his own. “Plus,” he added, “it’s very attractive, this new addition of yours.” Those words were accompanied by a loving stroke of the belly between them. 

“Oh, you like that do you,” Arthur grinned, pulling Merlin flush against him, squishing his stomach as Merlin let out an excited yelp. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Merlin whispered. 

“Well, I suppose if a bit of weight here and there is the price I have to pay for delicious feasts and an adoring consort, then you better let out these clothes more often.” Arthur pulled Merlin in for a kiss, biting at his lip, “Now, how about I ring down to the kitchen and we can have a proper royal feast.”

Also avaliable on Ao3 if you could all go give it some love over there!

[vi-visected]

idk if any of you like Leon/Gwaine as a ship (you should /j) but i will probably never actually get around to writing this so,,, if it strikes your fancy (thank you rowan for facilitating my mental illness)

[justaz]

merlin called arthur fat so many times and had to poke new holes in his belt and arthur is literally the king of a glorious and prospering kingdom with lots of food- what i’m saying is give me art of fat arthur. neow.

[dolfin]

I love that all 3 cats that we have all just showed up in the yard

[vespervanbebber]

You

know what they say:

The bigger the hat,

The more powerful the wizard

[livvyofthelake]

why is my body in the most horrible and awful and unfixable pain rn. haha.

[oldtvandcomics]

All right, but now I’m thinking about vampires in Camelot.

Idea 1) “There is a vampire in Camelot” does sound EXACTLY like the nonsense BBC Merlin would pull, to the point that I’m surprised they didn’t actually do it. I would put it somewhere during the first half of the second season, for some reason.

Actual mythos setting:

Idea 2) Vampires tend to be a metaphor for the fear of outsiders. So: Vampire Saxons.

Idea 3) Vampires as the sins from the past coming back to get you. So, like, dead knights coming back to haunt the living. Would probably center the younger generation who has to deal with the mess left to them.

Idea 4) Jumping off of idea 3): What if the vampire wasn’t a dead knight, but Guinevere herself? She absolutely has got a strong sexual side that would be left completely lose, and she probably wouldn’t mind telling on some of Arthur’s and the Round Table’s dirt just to get to them. Bonus if you also make Morgan a vampire, and let the two of them team up. Also, good luck in pulling this off without it being in any way misogynistic. But it would be worth the effort!

Idea 5) The thing that sparked this whole post is the Dracula vs King Arthur comic. So, if you want a time travelling Dracula: Let’s have a time travelling Dracula! One that visits many time periods, and Camelot is just one of them.

Idea 6) Dracula is a diplomatic guest in Camelot. And then starts murdering people. Knight of your choosing has to figure out what’s going on through detective work. Bonus if he finds out a lot of other madness, too, like in an Agatha Christie novel.

[theroundbartable]

Imagine some guy overheard at the tavern that Arthur has a favorite manservant and like, plans to impersonate Merlin in order to kill Arthur.

He's like: if the King likes him so much, he must be the most efficient, kind, proactive servant to ever exist. Then he magically turns into Merlin, assumes Merlin's identity and tries to take over.

Attempt: poison the king.

Arthur: Merlin... What are you doing?

Imposter: Bringing you breakfast, Sire.

Arthur: *looking at large variety of food*... All that?

Imposter: Does this not please you, my Lord?

Arthur: is this... Is this revenge because I knocked you over at training the other day?

Imposter: no? Your majesty, I assure you-

Arthur: are you mad at me?

The imposter lasts for about 10 minutes until the real Merlin, supposed knocked out but of course fine because he's Emrys, walks back into the room.

Merlin: You're gonna eat all that? Don't you think you're fat enough?

Imposter: *blanches*

Arthur: *visibly relieved* Merlin, you're back!

Merlin: ... Arthur, I think you traumatised the assassin.

Arthur: it's not my fault! He did a shoddy job at impersonating you!

[blessyouhawkeye]

i do think merlin and arthur had the perfect dynamic. an episode would end with arthur being like merlin you're my closest friend and confidante and the greatest man i've ever met. and merlin would be like i'd kill and die for you we are two sides of the same coin. and then you'd start the next episode and it would begin with arthur smacking merlin upside the head and calling him an ugly peasant and merlin calling arthur a fat idiot.

[godihatechoosingusernames]

Arthur when he calls Merlin a useless idiot and Merlin doesn't retaliate by calling him a fat bastard:

[my-castles-crumbling]

soul - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 309

He was never drinking again.

Groaning and pulling himself into a sitting position, Sirius looked around the room, his head hazy and his memory of the last night completely blank. Of course James, who had been the host of the party the previous night, grinned at him from the armchair, looking far too chipper for the early hour.

"Tell me I didn't embarrass myself,' Sirius begged, collapsing back onto James's couch.

"Well, you held it together until almost everyone left," his best friend laughed, smirking. "But at about two in the morning, you decided to wax poetic about how 'Moony's eyes are the most beautiful things in the world.'"

Blushing, Sirius groaned and pulled a blanket over his throbbing head. "If you tell a soul, I swear to Merlin..."

"Oh, I would never tell anyone about your big, fat, obnoxious crush," James's teasing voice continued. "But...you should know that Remus was there when you were talking."

"WHAT?" Sirius yelped, nearly falling off the couch in panic. "He was?"

"He was."

Remus's voice did make him fall, and as he righted himself a hand extended towards him to help him up. Blushing furiously, unable to look up at the man he'd been pining after for ages, he took Remus's hand and allowed him to help him from the floor. But the momentum caused him to nearly crash into the other man's body.

And Remus just wound his arms around Sirius's waist, their bodies pressing together, lips tantalizingly close.

"James, you can go," Remus murmured, his breath fanning across Sirius's face, making him nearly swoon with the closeness.

"Nah, I'm happy here. This is better than those shite romcoms Lils makes me watch," James commented happily form his chair.

But neither man paid him any attention. All Sirius could do was stare into the eyes he'd been obsessing over for years.

[blueeyedcitadel]

I love how Arthur catches the bounty hunter Halig about to beat Merlin and he goes like, "Leave him alone. Merlin is my servant. He has my absolute trust. If you have a problem with him, you come to me. Do you understand?" And it's the same servant that told him he was fat and stole his food twice that day, and also nearly boiled him when preparing his bath.