Title: All in the Family III
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Morgana
Summary: When Merlin was fourteen he had his first crush.
Warnings: heavily implied incest and underage
Word Count: 425
Author's Notes: No idea how long this series will go on for. I'll be trying to go on until the deadline for this prompt. At least.
When Merlin was fourteen he had his first crush. Normally, boys got crushes all the time. On their teacher, on the girl who’s been their friends since primary school, on their best friend’s mom. But with Merlin, things had to be different. See, Merlin had known he was special since he was about five or six and could make the cookie jar move from the counter to the floor with only a thought.
He’d even put on little magic shows for his friends and family just so he could show off his gift. Magical Merlin they called him. So it wasn’t really a surprise when at the tender age of twelve he’d been bombarded with countless images and memories of his past lives. All the way back to the time of King Arthur. Magical Merlin, indeed.
In light of this, it wasn’t all surprising that, upon remembering his past lives he also remembered each and every of his past loves. Who just so happened to be the same person, over and over. None other than his first and only King: Arthur. Who just so happened to be his brother this time around.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
Merlin blushed and hung his head. “Sorry Arfur.”
Arthur curled his lip and told him off for calling him that name again. They settled back into silence as Arthur once again focused on the television. Merlin glanced at it now and then, but eventually his attention was back on his brother. Memories washed over him as he tried to reconcile the Arthur of then with the Arthur of now. It was almost too much for his brain to handle.
God, he hated reincarnation.
“So, you remember.” It wasn’t a question. That and the fact that Morgana said it with a knowing smile on her lips kept Merlin from freaking out. He wasn’t the only one this time.
“You remember too, don’t you? Camelot, the knights… Arthur?”
Morgana nodded and came to sit beside him on the porch step. Spring was in full colorful, polleny bloom, so Merlin had decided to spend some time sitting in the warmth and the light. Get his mind off things.
“I can’t say I envy you. To have your lover turned into your brother. It must be terrible.”
Merlin swallowed thickly and looked down at his hands to hide the glossy look in his eyes. “Yeah. It is.”
They didn’t say anything beyond that, content to sit together and mull over their memories in their own heads.