"Dude, you're like a goddamn Disney Princess."

The dragon curled around Merlin, the wing of which was sheltering him for the torrential downpour, snorted a little puff of smoke. He barely spared Arthur and the rest of their mates huddled in the tent a glance before continuing to run golden fingers over the hind leg of a bear cub as its sibling attempted to climb the human's shoulder. The mother was laying at the edge of the clearing, flashing her teeth every time someone not named Merlin shifted.

"Does that make you cabbage heads the dwarves?"

It had been a nice weekend for a bunch of blokes to head out to the woods and camp. Merlin was in town for the summer, Hunnith deciding a break from the big maj-city they lived in would do Merlin a world of good. Unfortunately, magic seemed to have just followed him out to the countryside.

Hence the situation now, where some Thunderbird had a hissy fit because Merlin pet the dragon first and had started the worst storm of the decade in retaliation. Lightning had struck a tree, causing it to smash into another and injure the cub Merlin was currently healing. And they were all stuck huddled in the tent until the magic rain bird got its head out of its ass and realized Merlin did, in fact, like it, it's just that Kilgharrah was one of Merlin's oldest friends, so of course he got greeted first.

This was worse than the time Arthur had talked Uther into letting them accompany him on a business trip to the maj-sector and Merlin and his cousin Gili had somehow got them stuck in the High Druid Halls as serving boys with the most ridiculous hats during Samhain. Luckily, Merlin was friends with Lord Emrys, for some reason, and the worse punishment they got was mucking out the Lord-Father's dragon stables.

There was another warcry from the bloody thunder chicken as a flash of lightning struck the earth and a fox came yipping out of the woods, with what had to be ten fairies clinging to the thing. It made a beeline for Merlin, who only sighed and made room at his feet for the wet animal. Kilgharrah snorted once more, but he was ignored as the boys fell into the well-worn routine of insults once more.

Perhaps they should have taken Lancelot's advice and visited his lake house. Though knowing Merlin, there would be some beautiful lady in the lake that he would fall head over heels for and somehow they'd all end up with fish tails before the day was out.

Hello! With nothing else to go and needing something relaxing, you get two updates today! Also, as an Easter treat, drop a comment on which prompt of the ones below I should post tomorrow! (Or don't and be surprised!)

1. Nilly was going to be a knight, no matter what Guy said. (Nilly 'Verse, obviously)

2. You did not harm Merlin if you wanted them to find your body. The Knights protect their own.

3. Merlin grows a pair and gives destiny the finger.

They're all pretty fluffy, though #2 has its dark moments!