Merlin reincarnation AU for Ana
She loves them.
Somewhere along the line the uneasy armistice turned into an uneasy alliance, and all its nasty parts started to boil and rot until the three old souls found themselves tangled in a disturbingly co-dependant living arrangement.
It’s unhealthy, it’s triggering, and Morgana keeps reliving echoes of old betrayals too often to be able to consider herself a mentally stable person anymore. And it’s the same for them. She doesn’t remember the last time she’s seen Merlin asleep, but to be fair she sleeps enough for them both; constantly burdened with an unshakable fatigue that dulls her senses.
Morgana might not be able to cope with either of them standing behind her back for the fear another treacherous blade will lodge itself between her ribs, but she’d never let any harm come to them. She worries, she cares. That’s how they all ended up living together instead of parting ways all those months ago. Because Merlin might have killed her once but he lost everything too, and he cares. He cares like Arthur’s sweet, cheerful manservant used to care before he poured poison down her throat.
Now it’s Mordred who poisons his body and mind with alcohol and drugs, and Merlin and Morgana might not have been too happy to be forced to cooperate but neither of them would let Mordred drown in the guilt the druid boy carried with him from his past life. So they keep an eye on him, and they drink gallons of tea, and they pay bills, and they are talking about getting a pet, and they might never be able to trust one another completely and hurtful remarks will continue to fly through the air, but one thing she knows for sure.
They love her just as much as she loves them.