A/N: This is just some silliness that came from what was supposed to be just a passing comment, but then grew way out of proportion. It's for Writing2Death, who just had her wisdom teeth out (read: a wondrously fluffy M/A fic she wrote about it that you should check out if you haven't). It all started out with me telling her mouth not to hurt, and if that didn't work there was a cotton candy wrapped Merlin behind door number three. (Whatever was behind doors 1 and 2 has mysteriously disappeared) It was all down hill from there and produced what Writing2Death called a comment-fic :3
Disclaimer: BBC owns the subject of many things cute and fluffy and angsty and sad. Mainly Merlin.
Rating: E for Enchiladas
Warnings/Spoilers: crack!fic, modern!au, brush your teeth after, M/A implied...
Note: I use the collectible card game "Magic: the Gathering" very loosely here. I really know nothing about it, and when I originally wrote this, I used a game that would have ended in me putting a virtual brown bag over my head had I left it like that. Also, I've never played Super Mario Galaxy 2, but it looks cool *.*
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.:Cavities: Long-term Vengeance Never Tasted So Sweet:.
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There's a cotton candy coated Merlin waiting behind door number three. He had gone to the carnival and met this ridiculously mean boy who made fun of the stuffed dragon that he had spent $30 on trying to win. That $30 could have gone toward a new controller for his Wii so that he didn't have to scuffle with Will over who would take the next turn on Super Mario Galaxy 2 which his Mum had just gotten him for doing well in school.
But that Dragon just taunted him! It looked just like the dragon on the card in the game Magic that he played when he was nine. Every time that Will brought out his Kargan Dragonlord card, he'd get this smug look on his grubby 'I'll be ten in one month' face and Merlin just new that he would lose no matter what, and Will would always rub it in his face, and he would never end up getting the Kargan Dragonlord card no matter how many card packs he bought. It was like if he could somehow get that stuffed Dragon, he could finally put his mind to rest and not get slightly hysterical whenever it was brought up about how rubbish he was at Magic. And possibly smother Will with it.
So he had been walking home with his head held high, humming a tune that didn't make sense, and clutching said Dragon tightly with both arms. But he got distracted, as was easily accomplished, by the sounds of slightly cruel laughter and the sounds of thuds and "Run faster!" Some boys had taken control of the water squirting game, and were forcing a younger boy to run back and forth from the spray of their guns with only a dripping snow cone for protection.
Needless to say that after some incidents that are better imagined than described, Merlin found his way into the cotton candy machine, much to the disgruntled carnival staff, who the boys took no notice of. Merlin can now list to you 14 reasons why they aren't meant to coat anything but little tubes, and also what a pink dragon looks like with it's stuffing hanging out.
Of course Morgana can tell you that he'll later subject himself to another similar experience when Arthur decides he wants to know what "magical cotton candy" tastes like, and Arthur will be duly repaid when Merlin wants to know just what "royal prat cotton candy" tastes like. They'll decide they both taste pretty much like the best spun sugar ever and go on to see what else tastes better when they know exactly how it's made.