Pairing: Arthur/Merlin, Morgana/Gwen, Lancelot/Will
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin
Summary: Merlin is tired of the centuries in between reincarnations in which he's so alone, so he stops looking for Arthur, making a life for himself. And yet Arthur comes back into his life, and even without his memories Prince Arthur is playing for keeps.
Note: Lancelot is a little ooc because I needed a fun, flirty friend for Merlin and somehow I didn't see Will as flirty---unless it was towards Merlin.
Warning: AU. Gay People EVERYWHERE! lol
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“So you knew?” Gwen asked, after letting Merlin into the house, eyes and nose red, betraying what she’d been doing since Morgana had left earlier.
Merlin nodded, feeling horrible and guilty.
“Lance?” Gwen pressed.
The warlock nodded once more. “We both recognized them the moment we saw them.”
The pretty dark skinned woman sighed, reaching for another piece of Kleenex and dabbing at her eyes. “I always said my life wouldn’t be drastically altered if I didn’t pay attention to those entertainment shows and stuff. But if I had I would have realized that she was the princess!”
Merlin sighed. “It’s not your fault, Gwen. If anything I should have told you when I realized that you were getting so close to her.”
“You know what the worse part is?” Gwen asked, gaze ducked. “I’ve been heterosexual my entire life, and one look at her and all of a sudden I’mdreaming of her!”
“Dreaming?” Merlin asked, eyes narrowed.
“Yeah.” Gwen nodded, running her hands over head. “I have this recurring nightmare that involves all of us---but not at first. It’s around the middle ages, and Morgana and I are living in a small cottage in the solitude of the forest. We’re together---I love her.”
Merlin frowned, unable to believe this.
“Morgana was a healer, and a seer. She would help heal the people in the village nearby, but then something happened and the people turned on her.” Gwen whispered. “I sent Lancelot to find you and Arthur, but I stayed behind to try and stop them. I---I couldn’t help her! They---they hurt her when all she’d done was help them. They called her a witch and blamed her for the plague on the village.”
Merlin looked away, wincing.
Of all the memories Gwen had to go and remember, it had to be the most traumatic.
“They hurt her so horribly, and they made me stay there and watch and I---I couldn’t do anything!” Gwen pushed off from the seat, voice trembling, eyes watering. “And then they put her up on that stake, tied her, and lit the fire all around her.”
“And they forced you to watch.” Merlin whispered.
“Yes.” Gwen nodded, back to him. “The heat was so intense and she was screaming---.”
“And then I arrived with Arthur and Lancelot.” Merlin finished. “I put out the fire, but she was already burnt so badly. You rushed to her side, crying.”
Gwen turned to Merlin’s gaze wide, watery, and horrified.
“Lancelot and Arthur cut her loose and I…I killed them. I killed them all.” Merlin finished, voice emotionless. “My eyes flashed gold and fire rained down from the sky. It killed everyone in the village other than you, me, Morgana, Lance and Arthur.”
“How---?” Gwen whispered, hand shaky as she raised it to cover her mouth.
“Because it wasn’t a dream, Gwen.” Merlin sighed. “It ends with Morgana dead before I could heal her, and you crying over her dead body. Her last words to you were to not cry.”
Gwen was crying openly. “I—can’t…how could that have really happened?”
“Your memories, they’re coming back. Everyone’s memories are coming back---and I haven’t done a thing this time to jumpstart it.” Merlin sighed, a little bothered by how everything was out of his hands by now. “Usually when I find you during your reincarnations I’m the one who has to bring your memories back. I don’t remember a time when you’ve remembered on your own. And yet other than Will and Lance, who still have no clue, you three have remembered on your own.”
Gwen wiped frantically at her tears. “Us three? You mean Arthur and Morgana---?”
“Arthur remembered fully last night.” Merlin nodded. “And Morgana remembered when she was six years old.”
“This---past lives---memories---reincarnations--this is insane, Merlin. Completely insane!” Gwen threw her hands in the air. “Stuff like that don’t exist! Stuff like---.”
“Like what? Like magic?” Merlin asked, eyes flashing golden.
Gwen’s hand went to her mouth. “My god.”
“You were there that night at the bar, you know that what I did wasn’t a parlor trick.” Merlin pushed, if only for Morgana’s sake. “You felt it race through you. You know it.”
“But---but…” Gwen collapsed down on the sofa again, looking up wide-eyed at Merlin. “How--?”
The sorcerer sighed and sat down next to her. “Remember how Lance was saying that we all have Arthurian names?”
“That’s because we are the originals.” Merlin waited for her reaction.
“WHAT?” She shot up once more. “I—Arthur?” She made up her nose.
Merlin laughed. “That didn’t happen. Gregory made up that story one night when he was drunk and bored. In every lifetime, our first one included, I have always been with Arthur, and you, you have always been with Morgana.”
“Really?” Gwen’s eyes widened at that, and a faint glimmer of hope entered her brown eyes. “What about Will and Lance?”
“Nope. They change partners----this is their first lifetime together as partners.” Merlin admitted, grinning. “Took me by surprise, actually. I never even considered once that Will-I-Am could be my good friend Will.”
Gwen looked perplexed and troubled, but after a moment’s hesitation she sat down on the sofa next to him once more. “I’ve never liked women before. Never even considered…”
“I bet you weren’t exactly crazy over men though,” Merlin countered.
“I had a boyfriend or two,” she pouted, but then looked up at him seriously. “So you’re not insane and neither am I? Arthur and M-Morgana both remember?” She paused. “Everything?”
Merlin nodded. “Why do you think she acts the way she does around you?”
Gwen blinked. “Oh.” She smiled softly before her face fell into a frown. “But nothing can happen! She’s the princess and I---I’m nothing but abarmaid.”
“I’m nothing but a barman either.”
“You’re a sorcerer.” Gwen mumbled darkly, glaring at him. “I don’t have any special talents that could be useful to her!”
“You make Morgana happy.” Merlin countered softly. “In all of her lifetimes, Morgana has never been happy without you, Gwen.”
She looked up at him at that. “Really?”
Merlin nodded and reached over to place his hand in hers.
The dark beauty smiled softly, thankful for the comfort, before sighing. “Her father hates homosexuals.”
“He hated magic back in the day too.” Merlin snorted. “Neither Arthur nor Morgana let that affect them or their decisions in life, Arthur hand-fasted himself to me and Morgana was a seer herself.”
Gwen listened raptly.
Despite her initial doubts it was obvious that she was desperate to believe this.
“Morgana loves you, Gwen, she has since she was six. She has during every single one of her lifetimes.” Merlin ran his hand over his hair. “You should have seen her this morning when she came over. She was heartbroken with you telling her maybe you two should double date---with guys.”
Gwen flinched. “I didn’t mean to hurt her---I was just so confused and scared.”
Merlin nodded, understanding.
The woman took in a deep, calming breath, before looking at Merlin. “Can you---can you help me remember everything? With your magic? Not just---not just that horrible event? The good as well?”
“Do you really want to?” Merlin asked, eyes narrowed.
“I want to remember, Merlin.” Gwen begged. “Please, if you can help me remember, help me.”
Merlin nodded, placing his hands on her head, and then his eyes flashed golden as his magic entered her and ripped away the seal on her memories, but not before placing a protective marker there to make the remembering less painful.
Gwen gasped for breath, eyes wide.
Merlin pulled his hands away and watched her as she replaced them with her own, shaking her head, breathing haggard.
And then it was over, and she was blinking, looking at Merlin somewhat unseeingly. She then shook her head and slapped Merlin up the back of his head. “Why didn’t you do that sooner?”
Merlin winced, laughing as he rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry.”
“Arthur must be so hurt!” Gwen scolded him, once more the friend from Camelot he could remember. “You promised him, Merlin! You promised.”
His laughter died, and Merlin nodded. “I know. He and I have spoken about this. I---I doubt it’s the last time we’ll talk about it, or that he’s forgiven me completely for it, but it’s a step in the right direction.”
Gwen agreed, before getting up. “I gotta call Morgana. I have to talk to her.”
Her phone rang and the woman hurried towards it. “Morgana?” Her face fell immediately. “Oh, Lance, it’s only you.” Her eyes then widened in horror. “Not that I’m disappointed its you and don’t want to talk to you! I just---!”
Merlin snorted, glad to have his Gwen back. He’d missed her.
“What do you mean turn on the news?” Gwen hurried to the remote and turned on her television, eyes widening when she saw Morgana, a foul-tempered Uther, and Arthur.
“Oh no.” Merlin got up and turned up the volume. “What did that idiot do?”
“Due to the unforeseen events, King Uther made a shocking move by approving the law for gay marriages.” The reporter was announcing into the camera. “The reason for this sudden change in heart is apparently due to the royal siblings both coming out of the royal closet to their father during a meeting with Parliament only hours ago, and yet another shocking announcement from the Crown Prince himself.”
Merlin’s eyes widened as he stood in front of the television. “What did you do this time you idiot?”
The news station then began to play a prerecorded piece of Arthur standing in front of everyone and smiling at he looked straight into the camera.
“I would like to thank the media for responding so quickly to our call.” He announced, smile all charming and calm. “I would like to share with the kingdom my happy news. I am engaged to the person I love, and he is expecting our first child, my heir.”
Merlin collapsed onto the floor, eyes wide, unable to believe what he was hearing.
There was an uproar.
“Yes, the lady in grey.” Arthur motioned to one of the reporters.
“Your Highness,” The reporter shook her head for a second. “Was I correct in hearing that not only are you engaged to a male but that he is somehow miraculously expecting a royal heir? If so, how is this possible?”
“Yes, you heard right.” Arthur smiled evenly. “And how it is possible? Well, miss, he’s a simultaneous hermaphrodite. Thus, he has both reproductive organs, of a male and a female. It’s a very rare, hardly ever heard of condition. And,” Arthur grinned boastfully. “The royal seed is strong.”
Morgana looked like she wanted to slap her forehead.
Uther looked like he wanted to commit murder…or suicide…whichever was quicker.
“I’m going to kill him.” Merlin’s eyes were wide in horror. “He just called me a pregnant woman on national television!”
Gwen’s eyes were wide. “Um, Merlin?”
“I’m going to KILL him!” Merlin growled, getting up from the floor on shaky feet. “He just—and with a SMILE—I’m GOING TO KILL HIM!”
Gwen bit down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing at his plight as a picture of him with his name and occupation flashed on the screen of the television.
Obviously Uther had only agreed to the gay marriage so that his son’s ‘heir’ wouldn’t be born a bastard---and probably Arthur and Morgana (who could be terrifying on her own) had both threatened him somehow by probably abdicating and leaving him without heirs or something if he didn’t accept this.
“Of course Lance.” Gwen laughed mischievously. “I’ll give him your congratulations and I’ll be sure to let him know you always knew deep down inside that he was a woman.”
Merlin ignored her, already plotting Arthur’s slow demise.
Hanging up, Gwen turned to Merlin once more. “Well, you did offer to give Arthur an heir during the days of Camelot. You said it was possible with your magic.”
Merlin looked at her in horror. “Are you on his side? He told me no! That it wasn’t normal!”
“Well, obviously he’s changed his mind.” Gwen giggled.
“Don’t giggle! This is---this is---humiliating!” Merlin threw his hands in the air. “I could get fired for a scandal like this!”
“I doubt you’ll have time to be a barman when you’re queen.” Gwen burst out into laughter, arms around her waist.
“Sure, sure laugh it up.” Merlin was blushing scarlet, unable to believe the position Arthur had just put him in. “I bet this is his revenge for me not returning his memory! He’s spiteful and evil like that! That—that—argh! PREGNANT!” He stamped his foot. “We haven’t even done anything! Maybe a little kissing but that’s IT!”
Gwen continued to giggle, answering the phone when it rung. “’Ello?” Her eyes then widened. “Morgie.” There was a pause on the other side of the phone and then Morgana’s voice was rushed and happy and relieved. Gwen smiled. “Yes, Merlin helped me remember.” Her dark skin tinted pink prettily. “Me too, baby.”
Merlin took time out of his growling and plotting against Arthur to just watch Gwen as she smiled and blushed and talked to Morgana.
He smiled tenderly, happy to see them like this once more.
“Oh, yeah, Arthur’s as good as dead, by the way. Merlin’s already planning his demise.” Gwen told Morgana.
The sorcerer pouted.
Sure, warn the bugger.
Merlin snorted, looking away.
“What do you mean there’s a limousine waiting for us outside? What reporters?” Gwen hurried to the window and looked outside, carrying the cordless with her. “When did they get there? How did they even know where I lived or that Merlin would be here?”
Merlin went to the window and groaned when he saw the seemingly endless amount of reporters outside. “Going to KILL him.”
Gwen grinned. “Sure. We’ll see you in a couple of minutes.” Hanging up, she turned to Merlin. “Okay, freeze them long enough for us to escape. Everyone is waiting on us in Buckingham. Uther included.”
Merlin winced, hiding his face in his hands with a groan as he thought of facing Uther, and under these embarrassing circumstances. “I’m going to kill him!”
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