Merlin/Mordred Fic Rec
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Merlin needs to know what the future holds, and he has no gift for prophecy of his own and no desire to go back to the crystal cave. This leaves him with one option - but it’s one with a price
“Do you know, the rumor is that I am Arthur’s bastard?”
‘Please leave me alone.’ It’s barely a whisper, but he knows he’s been heard. He is met with nothing but silence. ‘Fine. Kill me, then. Please. You did it to the rest of them.’
For the first time in his life, Mordred wondered if he had been wrong, if Merlin wasn’t a failure, but just someone desperately lonely, crushed by destiny and yet trying to play his part.
If Arthur was the other side of his coin and Morgana the darkness to his light, Merlin’s destiny was footprints in the sand and Mordred was the sea, washing it all away.
“Only think of a Camelot with Emrys standing in robes beside a high king. Wisdom and power and justice and a terrible amount of sarcasm—Albion will have to bow and unite. The only alternative is a stupendous amount of whinging.” Merlin is smiling at him. “I don’t see myself the way that you do.” “Like I said, you’ve been a servant too long, friend.”
Merlin and Mordred share a secret.
So, if his heart raced when their shared a look, well, it was adrenaline, not love.
“You love him,” Mordred says, and it’s a bit like looking into a mirror. “Do you love me?”
His limbs are long and pale, unblemished, overprotected by heavy capes and thinly masked fear.