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Beginning of spring, Ages: 8 | 16

Young Merlin shivered as he watched the villagers disappear down the mountain path. They’d dumped him here early in the morning, as they themselves were too afraid of the dragon come nightfall. They had left him here, alone, a sacrifice to appease the golden dragon that had recently made its lair in these peaks. The boy's heart raced as he surveyed the rocky terrain around him, wondering what fate awaited him. Would the dragon devour him? 

Merlin huddled against a large boulder, tears streaming down his small face. His chest ached with loneliness and fear. "Mum... Dad..." he whispered, wishing more than anything that his parents were still alive. They would never have allowed the villagers to leave him here as a sacrifice to some dragon.

As the sun climbed higher in the spring sky, a gnawing sensation in his stomach began to overpower his sorrow. Merlin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and looked around. The mountainside was lush with vegetation—ferns, bushes, and trees in various shades of green stretched as far as he could see.

A memory stirred in him. His mother's gentle voice echoed in his mind, "Remember, my little one. Nature provides for those who know where to look."

With a deep breath, Merlin pushed himself to his feet. He may be alone, but he wasn't helpless. His mother had taught him well.

He started foraging, his keen eyes scanning the undergrowth. There—a cluster of blackberries, ripe and glistening. Merlin's mouth watered as he carefully picked them, avoiding the thorns as his mother had shown him. The taste was delectable. A little further on, he found some wild strawberries and what he recognized as edible mushrooms. This was so much better than what he was forced to forage for in the village. The fruits were sweet, the mushrooms were savoury. He was used to stale bread that he was able to beg for, or steal. 

Merlin felt a small spark of hope. He could survive this, at least for a while.

The sound of running water caught his attention. Following it, he came upon a clear stream tumbling over rocks. Merlin cupped his hands and drank deeply, the cool water soothing his parched throat.

Unknown to the boy, a pair of ice-blue eyes watched his every move from the shadows of a nearby cave. The dragon observed with growing curiosity. He snorted. Was this skinny boy supposed to be their big ‘sacrifice’? Perhaps this "sacrifice" would prove more interesting than anticipated.

As Merlin finished gathering a handful of berries, a rustling sound behind him made him freeze. Slowly, he turned around and found himself face-to-face with the dragon. 

The dragon’s size was comparable to an elephant. Every contour of its striking form exuded an aura of beauty and strength, from the elegantly curved horns crowning its head to the finely wrought claws that could rend steel with ease. The dragon’s large golden wings were folded neatly at its sides. Truly, it was a creature of breathtaking splendour and formidable presence. Its scales shimmered in the dappled sunlight like molten gold, and startlingly blue eyes gazed at him with what seemed like... curiosity?

Merlin's heart raced, but he stood his ground. If this was how he would die, he'd do it bravely. He grabbed a nearby stick and brandished it like a sword. "Stay back!" he shouted, his small voice cracking slightly.

The dragon tilted its head, looking almost amused. "And what do you plan to do with that twig?" Its voice was surprisingly youthful, lacking the deep rumble Merlin had expected.

"I'll fight you if I have to!" Merlin declared, puffing out his chest.

The dragon snorted, a small puff of smoke escaping its nostrils. "Fight me? You're barely a snack."

"I'm not afraid of you!" Merlin retorted, even as his knees shook.

"Oh really?" The dragon lowered its head to Merlin's level. "And why's that?"

"Because... because I've got nothing left to lose!" Merlin's voice wavered, tears threatening to spill again. "The village left me here, and my parents are gone, so what does it matter?"

The dragon's eyes softened. "You're an orphan?"

Merlin nodded, lowering his stick slightly. "What do you care? Aren't you going to eat me?"

The dragon sat back on its haunches, looking almost offended. "Eat you? I'm not some mindless beast. I'm Arthur, and I'll have you know I'm sixteen—practically an adult for dragons."

Merlin blinked in surprise. "You're... you're just a kid too?"

Arthur huffed. "Don’t be ridiculous. I'm not a kid.” He had never been a 'kid.' He used to be a hatchling and now he was an adolescent. This child had no right to insinuate that they were in any way similar. He paused, studying Merlin. "What's your name?"

"Merlin," he replied, finally dropping his stick.

Arthur nodded, seemingly coming to a decision. "Well, Merlin, it'll be getting dark soon. And these mountains can be dangerous at night. Why don't you come to my cave? It's warm and safe there."

Merlin hesitated. "How do I know you won't eat me once I'm inside?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "If I wanted to eat you, I would have done it already. Besides," he added, a hint of fondness creeping into his voice, "you're far too interesting to eat. I think I'll keep you as my treasure instead."

"I'm not a thing to be kept!" Merlin protested.

"Of course not," Arthur agreed, not bothering to hide his grin. It's not like the kid could read dragon facial features. "But you are someone to be protected. Now come on, before it gets too cold out here."

Merlin, realising he had little choice, nodded and followed the young dragon. As they walked, he couldn't help but wonder at the strange turn his life had taken. Sacrificed to a dragon, only to be adopted by one instead.

As they entered the cave, Merlin's eyes widened. The cavern was vast, its walls glittering with mineral deposits. A small stream trickled through, its gentle burbling echoing off the stone walls.

Arthur settled down, pulling a sheep carcass closer. "Hungry?" he asked, tearing off a chunk of bloody raw sinewy flesh.

Merlin wrinkled his nose. "No thanks. I don't eat raw meat. Besides, I'm full from the berries and mushrooms."

Arthur shrugged and continued his meal. As night began to fall, a chill crept into the air. Merlin rubbed his arms, shivering slightly.

"Um, Arthur?" Merlin asked hesitantly. "Can you breathe fire?"

Arthur looked affronted. "Can I breathe fire? Of course I can! What kind of dragon do you take me for?"

"Right, sorry," Merlin said quickly. "It's just... I was thinking maybe we could have a fire. I'll go get some sticks."

Before Arthur could protest, Merlin darted out of the cave. The dragon huffed in exasperation and followed, muttering, "Foolish human kid, running off in the dark..."

As Merlin gathered sticks, Arthur hovered nearby, his eyes constantly scanning for threats. "I can't believe those townsfolk," he grumbled. "Leaving a tiny thing like you all alone up here. It's shameful."

Merlin glanced up, touched by Arthur's concern. "They... they wanted to get rid of me," he reminded Arthur quietly. "One less orphaned mouth to feed." Not that I was being regularly fed... 

Arthur's eyes narrowed, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Perhaps I should pay them a visit. Smite them all in their beds."

"No!" Merlin cried. "You can't! My friends Will and Gwen are there."

Arthur considered this. "Fine. I'll smite everyone but them."

"That's not any better," Merlin argued, his arms full of sticks now. "You can't hurt anyone. Promise me." Merlin looked up at Arthur with big wide puppy dog eyes. 

Arthur grumbled, secretly relieved. He had no real intention of harming the villagers, but he couldn't let Merlin know how soft-hearted he truly was. Dragons had reputations to maintain, after all.

"Fine," he conceded. "But only because you asked. Now, let's get back inside before you freeze to death."

As they returned to the cave, Merlin arranged the sticks and Arthur lit them with a small puff of flame. The fire cast a warm glow around them, and Merlin settled close to its warmth.

Arthur curled protectively around the fire pit, his large body shielding Merlin from the cave's chill. As Merlin's eyes grew heavy, he mumbled, "Thank you, Arthur."

The young dragon watched as the boy drifted off to sleep, a strange warmth growing in his chest that had nothing to do with fire. Perhaps having a human around wouldn't be so bad after all.

Early summer Ages 8 | 16

As dawn broke, Arthur nudged Merlin awake. "Want to see something amazing?" he asked, eyes twinkling with excitement.

Still groggy, Merlin nodded. Arthur lowered himself, allowing Merlin to climb onto his back. "Hold on tight," he warned, before launching into the air.

Merlin's initial yelp of surprise quickly turned to whoops of joy as they soared over the mountains. The landscape unfurled beneath them like a living map—peaks, valleys, and hidden lakes revealed themselves in the morning light.

"This is incredible!" Merlin shouted over the wind, his earlier fears forgotten in the thrill of flight.

They landed near a waterfall, its blue-white surface glittering in the sun. Merlin slid off Arthur's back and ran to the water's edge, splashing in the sun-warmed pools.

Arthur joined him, creating waves with his tail that sent Merlin into fits of laughter. As they played, Arthur occasionally dipped his head underwater, emerging with a wriggling fish that he'd swallow whole.

Fall, Ages 9 | 16

Later that autumn, they explored ancient ruins scattered throughout the mountains. Arthur's voice took on a reverent tone as he shared stories passed down through generations of dragons.

"Long ago," he began, "dragons and humans lived in harmony. We shared our magic, our knowledge. These ruins were once great centres of learning."

Merlin listened, enraptured, feeling a strange pull towards these tales of magic and wonder. As he explored, he stumbled over a fallen stone, scraping his knee badly.

"Ow!" he cried out, tears welling in his eyes as blood gushed out.

Arthur was by his side in an instant. "Hold still," he said softly. His eyes glowed gold, and a warm light enveloped Merlin's injured knee. When it faded, the wound was gone.

Merlin gaped in amazement. "You can do magic!"

Arthur nodded, looking slightly annoyed. "All dragons can. It's part of who we are."

Merlin went picking for more berries and yummy mushrooms to eat with some of the sheep that Arthur generously shared. Merlin politely asked him to tear off a small piece for him and to blow fire on it, but not too much. 

That night after their meal, as the chill of the mountain air seeped into the cave, Merlin shivered, despite the roaring fire. The cavern was too big to effectively keep in warmth. He glanced over at Arthur, who was curled up nearby, his massive form radiating warmth. Tentatively, Merlin scooted closer to the dragon, seeking the comforting heat.

Arthur noticed the movement and opened one eye, his blue gaze watching Merlin's approach with mild amusement. “Cold, are we?” he teased, a hint of a smirk playing on his draconic lips.

Merlin leaned right up against Arthur’s side, cuddling with him for warmth. “Aren’t dragons supposed to be cold-blooded? You’re so warm and toasty.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Cold-blooded doesn’t actually mean our blood is cold, you little nitwit. It means that we regulate our body temperature differently. Of course my body is warm, because I’m a terrestrial animal.”

Merlin blushed pink at the mild rebuke. “Don’t gotta be a big ol’ meanie about it,” he mumbled, his feelings slightly hurt. He moved away from Arthur, pouting, trying to keep his distance despite the cold that nipped at him. He crawled over near the fire instead. 

Arthur’s playful smirk faded as he saw Merlin’s reaction. He didn't like seeing the boy genuinely upset, especially not over something so trivial. With a sigh, he stretched out a wing and gently nudged Merlin back towards him. “Come here, you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

Merlin hesitated for a moment, but Arthur’s warmth was so inviting, so different from the fire. He felt less lonely with Arthur. Slowly, he inched back toward the dragon, who enveloped him in a comforting embrace, his wing acting as a blanket.

“There,” Arthur murmured softly. “Better?”

Merlin nestled closer, feeling the heat from Arthur’s body chase away the chill. “Much better,” he admitted, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Thanks, Arthur.”

Arthur huffed lightly, a gesture somewhere between exasperation and affection. “You’re welcome. And for the record, you’re not as annoying as you think you are. Just... don’t be so quick to run off when I tease you.”

Merlin looked up, meeting Arthur’s gaze with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Really,” Arthur confirmed, his tone gentler than before. “You know, for an annoying little human, you’re pretty special to me.”

Merlin's smile grew, and he relaxed fully against Arthur's warm side. The scales beneath him were smooth and comforting, radiating a gentle heat that made him feel safe and protected. He nuzzled closer, his small form fitting perfectly in the curve of Arthur's body.

"You're special to me too, Arthur," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with genuine emotion. His blue eyes, wise beyond his nine years, gazed up at the golden dragon with unmistakable adoration. "You're like the big brother I never had."

Arthur's blue eyes softened as he looked down at the young boy he had taken under his wing—both literally and figuratively. Despite being only an adolescent dragon, he felt a deep sense of responsibility and affection for this small human who had unexpectedly become such an important part of his life.

Merlin reached out a small hand, gently stroking Arthur's scales. "I love you," the tiny boy said, the words coming out easily, filled with the pure, unconditional love that only a child can express.

Arthur felt a warmth spread through his chest. He curled his long neck around, gently nuzzling Merlin's dark hair with his snout. "And I love you, little treasure," he rumbled softly, his usually gruff voice tender. "More than you could ever know."

Arthur's protective wing draped over Merlin like a living blanket, shielding him from the cool mountain air.

Arthur chuckled softly, a rumbling sound that Merlin found incredibly comforting. “Alright, enough sappiness. Get some sleep,” he said.

Merlin nodded, feeling safe and content in Arthur’s embrace. Before Merlin drifted off to sleep, he went over how drastically his life had changed since the townsfolk decided they would try to sacrifice him to hold off the dangerous dragon that had just flown in. 

He remembered Will and Gwen’s tearful faces as he was dragged away from Will’s home, where he’d spent the night. A mob had grabbed him in his sleep and yanked him away. They made such loud ruckus whooping and cheering that half the village came out. Gwen was screaming his name in tears, and Will had been biting and kicking at the men who had Merlin. 

Merlin had been so terrified. Merlin wanted to go see his friends, but he was afraid of the reactions of the townsfolk. He was supposed to be long dead by now. He’d been dumped in the mountains with just the clothes on his back (that he was beginning to outgrow), and the townsfolk knew that even as wily as Merlin was, he was no match for a dragon.

But now, he was living his best life. Since being with Arthur, he’d gained weight and was no longer deathly thin. He had been just skin and bones before. Arthur was always there to keep him warm and safe, when prior he was often cold and alone during bitter nights. And that thought was more comforting than any blanket. 

Merlin sighed contentedly and pulled Arthur closer, whining happily. Arthur’s eyes were closed, but as Merlin did this, he opened one eye to watch Merlin closely. Arthur let out a puff of smoke, his tail tip flicking. Merlin was his most precious treasure, and Arthur would fight to the death to keep him.

Winter, Ages 9 | 16

With the frigid winter chill, and even Merlin’s new winter clothes that Arthur had stolen for him, Merlin was still freezing. So Arthur did his magic and warmed the whole cavern up. Merlin looked gobsmacked.

 “You mean you could’ve done that this whole time?” 

Arthur shrugged. 

“Prat.” 

Arthur grinned a toothy smile. “Do not pretend you did not like to keep warm by my side each night, little pup.”

Merlin couldn’t help the smile creeping into his features. “Well, no, of course not. But it would’ve been nice to y’know, not need to!”

Arthur’s tail flicked good-naturedly as Merlin climbed atop him, whispering in his ear, “I wanna cuddle you on my own time—my pet dragon.” Then Merlin peppered him with kisses.

Arthur’s eyes widened in mock indignation. “Pet dragon? I’ll have you know, I am no mere dragon. I’m the guardian of warmth and comfort!” He flicked his tail again, playfully shaking Merlin off his head.

Merlin laughed softly. “Well, if you’re a guardian, you’re an awfully cosy one.”

Arthur snorted. “And if I’m a dragon, then I suppose that makes you my favourite human treasure.” He wrapped his arms around Merlin as the younger one settled in comfortably.

Merlin’s smile widened. “I guess I can live with that. Just don’t go getting any grand ideas about me being a damsel in distress.”

Arthur chuckled, his warmth enveloping Merlin. “No danger of that. I prefer my treasure with a bit of spunk.”

The two settled in, the warmth of the cavern and Arthur’s embrace making the cold outside seem like a distant memory.

The moon cast an eerie glow over the small, peaceful village nestled in the valley. The usual sounds of the night—a gentle breeze rustling the leaves, the distant call of an owl—were interrupted by the sudden, harsh clang of metal on metal. Shadows moved through the streets as bandits, their faces obscured by dark hoods, descended upon the village.

Merlin, age seven, had been awoken by the noise. He peeked out from his hiding place behind a stack of firewood, eyes wide with fear. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw the bandits raiding homes, smashing windows, and dragging people out into the streets.

His parents, Hunith and Balinor, were among the first to confront the invaders. Hunith, a fierce protector despite her usual calm demeanour, stood between the bandits and their small, modest home. Balinor, her husband, held a crude weapon he had grabbed from the kitchen—a butcher's knife, desperate and improvised.

"Stay inside, Merlin!" Hunith shouted, her voice shaking but resolute as she pushed her son back towards the house. Her eyes were filled with a fierce love and fear.

Merlin stumbled back, tears streaming down his face, as he watched the scene unfold. The bandits moved with brutal efficiency, their weapons gleaming menacingly in the moonlight. One of them swung a heavy mace, striking Balinor's knife and sending it skittering across the ground. Balinor fought back with everything he had, but his movements were slow, hindered by both fear and fatigue. It had been a bad winter and the all villagers were half-starved.

Hunith rushed to his side, but a bandit, wielding a sword with a cruel grin, charged at her. She barely had time to react before the blade slashed across her arm, blood spraying in a sickening arc. She cried out in pain, but her resolve did not waver; she continued to fight, her attacks desperate and fierce.

Merlin watched in horror as the bandit with the sword turned his attention to Balinor, who was grappling with another attacker. The bandit lunged forward, the blade piercing through Balinor’s side with a sickening squelch. Balinor’s scream of agony filled the night air as he fell to the ground, clutching his wound.

Hunith, seeing her husband fall, screamed in anguish, her own injuries forgotten as she fought with renewed desperation. She managed to land a blow on one of the attackers, but the bandit with the sword was relentless. He advanced on her with cold, calculated malice.

Merlin’s breath caught in his throat as the bandit’s sword found its mark again. Hunith’s eyes widened in a mixture of shock and sorrow as the blade cut through her chest. She staggered back, her blood staining the cobblestones beneath her.

The bandits, having achieved their goal of looting and destruction, began to retreat, leaving behind the devastation of their attack. Merlin remained frozen, his body trembling uncontrollably as he watched his parents, their lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground.

The attackers’ shadows faded into the night, leaving Merlin alone amidst the wreckage. The village was eerily quiet once more, save for the sound of his ragged breathing and the distant, mournful cry of an owl. 

Merlin collapsed beside his parents, his sobs breaking the silence as he clung to their cold, lifeless forms, the full weight of his loss crashing down upon him. The moonlight glinted off the blood-stained stones, a stark reminder of the night that had shattered his world forever.

Merlin woke screaming, his small body trembling with fear. Arthur, whose embrace he’d fallen asleep in, was instantly up. The dragon’s keen senses detected the distress in the boy’s cries, and he immediately wrapped his wings around the boy, creating a safe cocoon. The leathery texture of his wings was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the cold sweat that now covered Merlin’s skin. The dragon's immense size enveloped the child completely, blocking out the darkness and the haunting memories that had jolted him awake.

"It's alright," Arthur murmured, his deep voice a soothing rumble that reverberated through Merlin's entire being. "You're safe. I've got you. I won’t let anyone hurt you."

Merlin, still trembling from the intensity of his dream, looked up at Arthur with wide, tear-filled eyes. The dragon's gentle reassurance and protective embrace provided a comfort he desperately needed. Arthur's presence was like a balm, easing the torment of his mind.

Arthur's humongous snout gently stroked Merlin's hair, his touch soft and calming. "Remember, I'll always be here for you, Merlin," he whispered, the words filled with sincerity and warmth. “My sweet treasure. You mean everything to me. I will always love you, no matter what."

Merlin's breath hitched, comfort washing over him. "Thank you.. I love you too, Arthur," he whispered back, curling inwards into Arthur's wings and warmth, his voice trembling with emotion. No one had loved Merlin this deeply since his parents.

Merlin's sobs gradually subsided, replaced by the steady rhythm of Arthur’s heartbeat. The boy clung to the dragon, his tiny hands gripping the golden scales as if anchoring himself to reality. Arthur continued to whisper comforting words, his smoky breath warm and steady against Merlin’s face.

"You’re with me now," Arthur continued softly. "No harm will come to you here. I promise."

As the minutes passed, Merlin’s breathing began to even out, the terror of the nightmare slowly fading away. Arthur's presence was a fortress against the fears that threatened to overwhelm him. The dragon’s protective instincts were strong, and he knew that this bond between them was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Arthur gently nuzzled Merlin’s head with his snout, a rare display of affection that he reserved only for the boy. I’ll always be here to protect you, young pup. No matter what.

Merlin, still nestled in the cocoon of Arthur’s wings, felt a sense of safety and warmth that he had not known since the loss of his parents. He allowed himself to believe in the security of Arthur’s words. He closed his eyes, the remnants of his nightmare melting away in the presence of the dragon who had become his guardian.

Arthur held Merlin close until he was sure the boy had drifted back into a peaceful sleep. Only then did he carefully retract his wings, though he remained close by, vigilant and ready to protect his precious treasure from any threat, whether real or imagined. As he watched over Merlin, Arthur felt a fierce, unwavering love for the boy who had become so much more than just a treasure. 

Spring, Ages 9 | 17

It was now a full year since Merlin had been living with Arthur. As days passed, Merlin began to fidget more. "I wish I had something to read," he sighed one afternoon. "There were so many books in the village."

The next day, Arthur disappeared for hours. When he returned, he was carrying a large net filled with stacks of books.

"Where did you get these?" Merlin asked, eyes wide with wonder.

Arthur looked sheepish. "I may have raided a few abandoned castles.”

From then on, Merlin could often be found curled up with a book in the meadow, either leaning against Arthur's side or sprawled across his back as the dragon basked in the sun.

As Merlin read aloud tales of knights and wizards, Arthur found himself growing fonder of the boy by the day. He had come to cherish these quiet moments just as much as their grand adventures.

In the golden light of the setting sun, dragon and boy sat together, once solitary souls now forged into an unconventional family, bound by friendship and the magic of the ancient mountains.

Summer, Ages 9 | 17

Arthur soared through the crisp mountain air, his massive wings beating with rhythmic strength. Below him, the rugged terrain of the mountains stretched out in a patchwork of shadow and light. He spotted a plump deer grazing near a cluster of pines and, with a deft dive, landed silently. His claws and teeth made quick work of the hunt, and he carried the fresh game back to the cosy cavern where Merlin awaited.

Merlin, huddled by the fire, looked up with a wide grin as Arthur dropped the deer at his feet. “You’re the best, Arthur!” he said, eyes sparkling with admiration. 

Arthur settled beside him, his warm breath mingling with the steam of the cooking meat. “Just making sure you stay well-fed, little pup. Can’t have you getting weak now, can we?”

Merlin laughed as Arthur chewed off a small chunk and deposited it next to him, and Merlin began preparing the meat, adding it to the pot of stew he’d been simmering over the fire. Arthur had begun collecting random things that Merlin asked of him. A pot and kitchenware were some. “You’re really spoiling me,” Merlin grinned, his cheeks flushed from the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Arthur’s presence.

Arthur’s tail flicked playfully. “And you’re not nearly as grateful as you should be. If you keep calling me your ‘pet dragon,’ I might have to take back my spoiling.”

Merlin’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Oh, come on! I don’t call you that that often... Besides, you’re much cuter than any pet dragon.”

Arthur snorted, a soft growl rumbling from his chest. “Cute, am I? You’re not so bad yourself, you tiny little thing. But remember, I’m a fearsome dragon, not some little pet.”

As the stew finished cooking, Merlin served himself a hearty portion, alongside a handful of fresh berries and foraged roots he’d gathered earlier. Arthur watched with a satisfied rumble as Merlin devoured his meal.

After they’d eaten, Arthur flew down from the mountains with Merlin so they could stargaze in the meadow. Down here the air was warmer, not so chilly like in the mountains. Arthur pointed out constellations with his claws, and Merlin marvelled at the stars, his hand resting on Arthur’s large, warm body. They whispered about their dreams and adventures, the quiet of the mountains around them making the moment feel timeless.

Arthur then conjured a glowing orb of magic, floating it gently in the air. “Try to catch it, Merlin,” he challenged with a grin. “Let’s see if you can beat your record.”

Merlin laughed, leaping up and running after the orb as it bobbed and weaved through the air. Arthur used his magic to make the orb change colours and patterns, adding an extra layer of challenge. Merlin’s laughter rang out, echoing through the night as he tried to grasp the elusive light.

Eventually, Arthur let the orb drift down to Merlin’s outstretched hands, and he collapsed in laughter. Arthur’s eyes were soft with affection as he looked at Merlin, his heart warmed by the joy of the moment.

Afterward, Arthur flew them back up to their sanctuary where they snuggled together, the cool summer air a bit chilly up so high. Merlin was under a pile of furs, the warmth from the fire and each other creating a cocoon of comfort. Arthur’s deep, rumbling voice filled the cavern as he began one of his favourite stories—an epic tale of ancient dragons and heroic quests.

Merlin’s eyes grew heavy as he listened, but he remained captivated by the story. “Tell me more about the dragon that saved the village,” he said, snuggling closer.

Arthur’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Ah, the Dragon of the Silver Mountains. Well, this dragon was so wise and powerful that—”

He was interrupted by Merlin’s playful jab. “And I bet this dragon was also very handsome, right?”

Arthur chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Naturally. Handsome and humble, of course.”

The night ended with them curled up together, Arthur’s wings wrapped around Merlin in a protective embrace. As they drifted off to sleep, the gentle hum of Arthur’s purring filled the cavern, a soothing lullaby that promised sweet dreams for both younglings.

Autumn, Ages 10 | 17

One morning, Arthur nudged Merlin awake with his snout.

"Come on, sleepyhead," he rumbled. "I've got a surprise for you."

Merlin rubbed his eyes and followed Arthur to a small alcove in the cave. The dragon had lined it with soft moss and arranged a collection of shimmering stones to create a warm, gentle light.

"Your own space," Arthur said, trying to sound nonchalant. "So you don't have to sleep on cold rock anymore."

Merlin's face lit up. "It's perfect!" he exclaimed, hugging Arthur's foreleg.

Arthur huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but his eyes sparkled with affection. "Yes, well, can't have you complaining about your back all the time, can I?"

“Can you make it bigger?” Merlin asked, eyes hopeful.

A puff of smoke trailed out as Arthur flicked an aggravated ear. “What, not enough for you? Pups these days.”

Merlin’s eyes were shining. “No, it’s just that, I still want to sleep with you and wouldn’t it be nice if we could both sleep on soft moss?”

Arthur chuffed laughter. “I don’t need moss. It would make me feel like I was still living in my mother’s nest again. Nests are for pups like you.” He nosed Merlin affectionately. 

“But you’ll still sleep in the nest with me?” Merlin asked, fidgeting with his fingers and looking uncharacteristically embarrassed.

Arthur sighed. “It’s supposed to be your own nest. All for yourself.”

Merlin crossed his arms. “Well, I’ll kick you out when you annoy me. And then you’d have to leave immediately. Deal?”

Arthur could scarcely believe a sixty-pound human pup was ordering him around. But the pup was so cute when he thought he had the upper hand. “I think it’s obvious that if some place is yours, I will have to leave, now, isn’t it, Merlin?”

That night, Merlin forced Arthur to sleep in his nest with him. Well, Merlin slept on the moss bed while Arthur slept right outside it. “It’s so comfy!” Merlin was saying, stretching out and making moss angels. “Thanks a bunch, Arthur.” Merlin snuggled in even closer to Arthur.

Right as he was dozing off, Merlin mumbled, “Love you.”

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Winter, Ages 10 | 17

As winter settled over the mountains, the world outside turned into a glittering expanse of snow and ice. Inside their cosy cavern, Arthur wanted to make the season special for Merlin, so he decided to find some thoughtful gifts. He’d seen the townsfolk buy gifts for each other around this time. It seemed humans were big on celebrating the winter solstice. Arthur used his dragon abilities to search for unique and magical items he thought Merlin might appreciate. 

On a snowy afternoon, Arthur returned to the cavern, carefully carrying the wrapped gifts in a knapsack. He found Merlin by the fire, wrapped in blankets and busy reading a book he’d found during their previous adventures.

Arthur’s eyes twinkled as he presented the knapsack to Merlin. “I’ve brought you a few things to brighten up the winter solstice,” he said, his voice warm with affection.

Merlin looked up, eyes wide with excitement. He remembered celebrating the winter solstice every year with his parents. For gifts, his parents would always get him simple but thoughtful things—like a small wooden toy, a warm scarf his mother knitted herself, or a sweet treat saved just for the occasion. They never had much, but those moments were filled with warmth and love, the scant cottage aglow with firelight as they sat together, laughing and sharing stories late into the night.

“What’s all this?” he asked, bouncing up to see the bag.

Arthur’s smile widened as he watched Merlin carefully take out each gift one by one. The little boy’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he carefully unwrapped a pair of gloves first, the familiar scent of magic mingling in the air. He slipped them on, gasping as they adjusted perfectly to his small hands, warming instantly. Merlin realized they must be magic. 

“They’re so soft!” Merlin exclaimed, flexing his fingers. “And look, Arthur, they’re glowing a little!” 

Arthur chuckled, his heart swelling as he watched Merlin’s wide-eyed excitement. “Yes. They’ll keep your hands warm no matter how cold it gets, and they’ll even give you a gentle spark if you need to light your way in the dark. I made them from my own scales,” Arthur proudly boasted.  

Merlin’s eyes grew even wider. “Really? That’s amazing! I'll treasure them always.” He gave Arthur a big hug. 

"They'll adjust to your hands as you age," Arthur said smugly.

Merlin giggled and got up on tiptoe whilst Arthur leaned down so Merlin could peck him on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Arthur." 

He then eagerly moved on to the next gift, unwrapping a beautiful scarf woven with rich colours and fine threads. “Try it out,” Arthur urged with a playful grin. "This was created by the elves who live in the nearby forest. It's made from the finest threads of moonlight and enchanted to keep you warm even in the coldest weather. They were quite intrigued by our bond and readily agreed to make it for you."

As Merlin draped it around his neck, the scarf shimmered slightly in the light. The scarf, a deep and rich shade of blue, matched the colour of Merlin’s eyes perfectly. As he draped it around his neck, his eyes closed in contentment as warmth enveloped him, almost like a cosy hug. “It’s perfect!” he giggled. “Thank you, Arthur!”

“There’s one more,” Arthur reminded him, nodding toward the third and biggest gift.

Merlin eagerly unwrapped it. It was a large snow globe, 12 inches in diameter, but lightweight. Merlin shook the globe gently, and his breath caught as the tiny scene within burst to life. Inside the globe was a miniature, enchanted scene of their favourite mountain meadow. Delicate flowers dotted the grass, and minuscule, fluttering fairies danced among them. In the centre stood a crystal-clear pond, its surface shimmering with magic, and a soft, sparkling snowfall began to drift down, transforming the summer meadow into a serene winter wonderland. A miniature golden dragon with a little boy with dark hair on its back flew around the globe, circling the magical scene in a graceful loop. 

The snow globe had been Arthur's personal favorite. He’d spent weeks planning every detail of that enchanted scene, wanting it to be a reflection of their bond—the secret meadow where they could just be themselves, without the world’s expectations or judgments. The tiny golden dragon and the boy it carried were more than just a representation of them—they were a promise. A promise of a future where they would always have each other, no matter what the world threw their way.

Arthur felt a sudden lump in his throat when Merlin excitedly exclaimed, “Look, Arthur! It’s us!” His eyes lit up with wonder at the sight of the tiny golden dragon soaring inside the globe, the little figurine on its back clinging on and looking around with silent, joyous laughter. Merlin's happiness was so pure it felt almost tangible.

Merlin leaned in closer, his breath fogging up the glass of the globe as he followed the tiny dragon’s graceful movements. The figurine boy's dark hair appeared to ruffle in the wind as they soared over the snowy meadow, and Merlin couldn’t help but giggle. “You've even got the scarf right!” he pointed out, noticing the tiny blue scarf wrapped around the figurine's neck, fluttering in the wind just like his own.

His face lit up with pure joy as he continued to watch the scene unfold, his heart swelling with happiness. And when Merlin looked up at him with adoration shining in his eyes, Arthur could do nothing but smile back, his heart full to the brim. As long as I can keep that joy alive, I’m doing something right, Arthur thought, silently vowing to never let anything take that light away.

“This is the best gift ever, Arthur,” Merlin whispered, hugging the snow globe to his chest. “I’m going to keep it with me always, just like you.” 

Arthur’s gaze softened. “Good,” he said. “That way, no matter where you are, you’ll always have a reminder that you’re not alone.” There was a slight hesitation before he added, “And that I’m always watching over you.” Arthur gently reached out and placed his snout on Merlin’s head, ruffling his ebony hair affectionately. The sight of the boy hugging the globe brought an unfamiliar tightness to Arthur’s heart, a feeling he rarely allowed himself. "My little treasure." That I love so much.

They spent the rest of the day enjoying the gifts. Merlin tested the gloves and scarf in the snowy outdoors, where they succeeded in recreating the scene from the snow globe. Afterward, they cuddled by the fire, watching the snow globe’s magical continuous snowfall. "You can tap it to turn it off," Arthur had explained.

Meanwhile, Arthur continued to tell stories, this one of Yule Father Odin, the pagan god who crossed the skies on a horse, delivering Elvin-made gifts to well-behaved children. "Just like you," Arthur said, with a twinkle in his eye.

Merlin beamed up at Arthur, his eyes sparkling with delight. “You really think I’m well-behaved?” he teased, giggling as he snuggled closer into the dragon’s warm side. The soft crackle of the fire and the gentle glow of the snow globe created a cosy, enchanted atmosphere, making the moment feel even more magical.

Arthur snorted, a playful glint in his eyes. “Well-behaved? Oh, Merlin, let’s just say you’re occasionally well-behaved. But for today, you’ve been quite the charmer." He patted Merlin’s head with a gentle tail tip. 

Grinning, Merlin wrapped the blue scarf tighter around his neck, enjoying its warmth. The enchanted gloves were perfect, keeping his hands toasty even as they ventured out into the snow earlier. But now, curled up beside Arthur, Merlin felt like this was where he truly belonged—safe, warm, and cared for.

“Yule Father Odin sounds amazing,” Merlin murmured as he rested his head against Arthur’s side, his voice growing soft with contentment. “I wish I could see him fly across the skies.” He yawned, his eyes fluttering shut as he imagined a grand figure riding through the night, leaving gifts for children. “But having you tell the story is even better.”

Arthur’s deep, soothing voice rumbled in his chest as he continued to spin tales, and Merlin couldn’t help but smile as he sleepily drifted off to sleep.

Summer, Ages 10 | 18 

One sunshiny afternoon, Arthur led Merlin to a hidden lake high in the mountains. Its waters were crystal clear, reflecting the sky like a mirror.

"Merlin, c'mere," Arthur called. 

Merlin, who looked ready to bolt into the clear waters, looked at Arthur. "Yes?" he sighed. There was an impatient glint in his eyes, as if he couldn’t wait to get to the water, paired with a look that clearly said, This better be important. Arthur chuckled. Merlin sure was a spirited child. 

When Merlin came back to him, Arthur eyed Merlin’s pale skin, already beginning to redden under the sun’s rays. “Merlin, do you ever learn? You’ve got the complexion of a snowflake,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “You don’t remember that third-degree burn you got last summer?”

Merlin huffed, crossing his arms. “I do remember, but I was a bit distracted, what with you trying to teach me to swim and all.”

Arthur rolled his eyes with a fond smirk. “Excuses.” With a flick of his claw and a low, rumbling hum, he cast a shimmering golden glow that enveloped Merlin’s skin. “There, that should do it. Sunscreen charm, courtesy of me.”

Merlin felt a gentle warmth settle over his skin, almost like a second layer. “You could’ve just done this in the cave,” Merlin muttered, though a smile tugged at his lips. Then he looked up at Arthur with luminous blue eyes. "Well.. I suppose, thanks Arthur!" 

Arthur huffed, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “You’re welcome, you little menace. But honestly, if I didn’t do it now, you’d probably forget to remind me and end up looking like a lobster.” He ruffled Merlin’s hair affectionately, his massive snout surprisingly gentle. “Besides, I prefer seeing you happy and unburnt when you splash around.” 

Merlin beamed up at him. “You’re just soft on me, admit it!”

Arthur snorted. “Don’t push your luck. Now get in there and show me how a real swimmer does it—if you can.”

"Race you to the other side!" Merlin shouted, diving in. The cool water rippled around Merlin as he kicked his legs, its crispness both refreshing and invigorating against his skin. Each stroke sent a gentle current over him, the lake’s surface smooth one moment and rippling the next as Arthur playfully stirred it up.

When Arthur, now fully grown and the size of four elephants put together, slid gracefully alongside him, the resulting waves lifted Merlin off his feet, tugging at him with a playful push and pull. He sputtered and laughed as the water splashed over his face, clinging to his skin like droplets of liquid crystal.

Arthur had purposely created waves to splash the boy. "You call that swimming?" he teased. "I've seen faster tadpoles!"

Merlin splashed back, laughing. "Oh yeah? Let's see you do better without wings!"

Merlin grinned, the water cool on his flushed cheeks, a perfect contrast to the warmth of his laughter. He could feel the slight resistance of the water as he moved, but he was a good swimmer. Each time he dove back under, the world above blurred away, replaced by a peaceful silence and the soothing caress of the lake as it flowed over him like silk. As he surfaced, Arthur’s next wave broke over him, sending a shiver down his spine as the coolness chased away the heat of the scorching summer sun. 

Later, as they lounged on the shore, Arthur closed his eyes in concentration. Suddenly, a gentle breeze picked up, carrying flower petals that swirled around them. Then, with a flick of his tail, a small, localised snowfall began, the flakes disappearing before they hit the ground.

Merlin watched in awe. "How do you do that?"

Arthur smirked. "Dragon magic. Maybe I'll teach you... when you're older."

"I'm plenty old now!" Merlin protested.

"Says the boy who still can't reach the top shelf in the cave," Arthur retorted.

With a wave of his tail, a rainbow arced across the sky, its colours more vivid than any Merlin had ever seen.

"Wow," Merlin breathed.

Arthur's expression softened. "Beautiful, isn't it? Now, are you ready for a real challenge?"

With a sweep of his wings, Arthur created a magical obstacle course over the lake—floating lily pads, rings of harmless fire, and shimmering force fields.

"Let's see how quickly you can get through!" Arthur challenged.

As Merlin navigated the course, slipping and laughing, Arthur cheered him on. "Watch out for that—oops, too late. Come on, Merlin, my grandmother could move faster than that!"

"Your grandmother was probably a fearsome dragon!" Merlin shot back, grinning.

"Too right she was," Arthur agreed proudly. "Now show me what you've got!"

As the sun began to set, they made their way back to the cave, Merlin riding on Arthur's back. Despite their constant teasing, there was an undeniable bond between them—a dragon and a boy, each filling a void in the other's life they hadn't known existed.

Autumn, Ages 13 | 20

As autumn painted the mountains in hues of gold and crimson, Merlin's thirteenth birthday approached. The night before, Arthur sensed a change in the air, an electric anticipation he couldn't quite explain.

The crisp October air crackled with unseen energy as Merlin slept peacefully in his mossy alcove. Arthur kept a watchful eye on his young friend, sensing that something momentous was about to occur.

As the first rays of dawn touched the mountaintops, Merlin's eyes flew open, glowing with an otherworldly golden light. The cave trembled, stones lifting from the ground and orbiting around the boy like a makeshift solar system. He suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of energy coursing through him. It was as if the very essence of magic had awakened within him, a colossal tide of power he had never imagined. The ground beneath him seemed to hum with a vibrant, electric pulse, and the air crackled with an intense, almost tangible force.

Merlin cried out as the energy intensified, his heart racing with both exhilaration and awe. His hands trembled, not from fear but from the sheer magnitude of the power that surged through him. It was a force so immense that it felt as though it could reshape the world itself, a boundless well of magic that seemed to connect him to the very fabric of the universe. Every breath he took seemed to amplify the power within him, his entire being vibrating with a brilliance that was both awe-inspiring and overwhelming. The magnitude of it was both thrilling and humbling.

Arthur? Merlin's awestruck voice echoed in the dragon's mind. What's happening to me?

As Arthur looked on, the realization dawned slowly—Merlin was no ordinary wizard. This power, this boundless, extraordinary force, was unlike anything the dragon had ever known or could have ever imagined. Arthur felt deep in his bones that Merlin was quite possibly the greatest wizard to ever live and ever will live.

Stay calm, Merlin, Arthur replied telepathically, his mental voice steady and reassuring. Your magic is awakening. It's stronger than anything I've ever felt.

The floating stones gently settled back to the ground as Merlin sat up, looking at his hands in wonder. Sparks of magic danced between his fingers, creating intricate patterns in the air.

I can feel it, Merlin marvelled. It's like... like I'm connected to everything. My uncle was a sorcerer and my mum always said that I might inherit his powers when I come of age. 

Arthur moved closer, his blue eyes meeting Merlin's golden ones. Happy birthday, young warlock. It seems you've received quite the gift.

As the day progressed, Merlin's powers continued to manifest in unexpected ways. Trees bowed as he passed, flowers bloomed out of season, and he could hear the whispers of creatures hidden deep in the earth.

Arthur, Merlin communicated, a mix of excitement and trepidation in his mental voice, I think I might be able to do anything.

The dragon nodded solemnly. With immense ability comes immense duty, Merlin. You may well be the greatest sorcerer to ever live. I have never felt such might. You must learn how to control it.

Merlin's determined gaze met Arthur's. Teach me everything you know. And so, under the guidance of his dragon guardian and best friend, Merlin began his journey to master his newfound abilities.

As Merlin's training progressed, Arthur found himself both teacher and student. While he could offer guidance on the fundamentals of magic, Merlin's raw power often surpassed his own understanding.

Try to focus the energy, Arthur instructed one day as they practised by the hidden lake. Imagine it as a stream you can direct.

Merlin closed his eyes in concentration. Suddenly, the entire lake rose into the air, forming a massive, undulating sphere of water.

Um, Merlin? Arthur's mental voice held a note of alarm. Perhaps we should start with something smaller. Like a pebble.

Merlin opened his eyes, startled by what he'd done. The water crashed back down, drenching them both.

Sorry! Merlin's sheepish apology rang in Arthur's mind.

The dragon shook himself dry, sending water droplets flying. No need to apologise. But let's work on your control, shall we? We can't have you accidentally moving mountains every time you sneeze.

As the days passed, Merlin's control improved, but the true extent of his power remained a mystery. Arthur found himself constantly amazed by his young friend's abilities, even as he worried about the challenges such power might bring.

Arthur? Merlin's mental voice was quiet one evening as they watched the sunset. Do you think I'll ever be able to go back to the village? To see Will and Gwen again?

Arthur considered the question carefully. One day, perhaps. But for now, it's safer for everyone if we continue your training here. Your powers are still unpredictable.

Merlin nodded, a mixture of understanding and longing in his eyes. I know. I just miss them sometimes. The way we used to laugh and play. And my parents. I miss the way my mother would hum while she cooked, the smell of fresh bread baking in the hearth, and even the creaky old floorboards in our cottage. The way my father used to tell me stories before bed, the sound of his laughter... He always knew how to make things better.

Arthur’s gaze softened as he watched Merlin’s expression shift between nostalgia and sadness. Without a word, he gently wrapped a protective wing around the boy, drawing him close. The warm, leathery feel of Arthur’s wings provided a comforting barrier against the world outside.

I understand, Arthur replied. You’ve had to leave so much behind, and it’s okay to miss it. Those memories are part of you, and they always will be. We may not have the cottage or those familiar smells, but we’ve got each other, and that’s just as real. You’re not alone, not while I’m here.

Merlin looked up at him, the longing still there but now mingling with a flicker of hope. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” Arthur said firmly. “You’re my little warlock, and we’re in this together—no matter what. You’ve got a new family now, and that’s not going anywhere.”

A small smile crept onto Merlin’s face as he rested his head against Arthur’s side. The ache in his chest eased just a little, soothed by the steady beat of one of Arthur’s hearts beneath his scales. “Thanks, Arthur. I really love you.”

Arthur’s eyes softened even further, and he gently nuzzled Merlin’s hair. “I love you too, Merlin. More than you know. You’re a part of me now.”

Merlin’s smile widened, comforted by the mutual affection. “You make everything feel better.”

Arthur chuckled softly, his voice tender. “And you make everything brighter. Without you, I'd be all alone in these mountains. Maybe then I'd really turn to eating the villagers out of sheer boredom." 

Merlin's eyes widened in mock horror, grinning. “Is that what you’d do?” He laughed, his voice light and playful. “I’m glad I’m here to keep you from turning into a villain!”

Arthur grinned, a glint of mischief in his eye. “Well, it’s true. You bring light into my world, and without you, I’d probably just be a grumpy old dragon hoarding treasure and eating the occasional villager who ventures into the mountains.”

Merlin leaned in closer giving Arthtur a calculating once over. "I don't believe you can hurt anyone, Arthur. You're too nice."

Arthur arched an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, is that so? You think just because I’m nice to you, I’ve gone soft?” He reverberated softly, a low, rumbling growl that hinted at the power hidden beneath his gentle exterior. “Believe me, Merlin, I’ve got a fierce reputation for a reason.”

Merlin tilted his head, a smirk dancing on his lips. “You might have a fierce reputation, but I’ve seen the way you look after me. I don’t think you’d hurt anyone, not even if you tried.”

Arthur huffed and a puff of smoke trailed from his nose. He nuzzled Merlin's neck. "You're special. Other humans, not so much. In other words, don't test me." There was a predatory glint in his eyes. "I may be cuddly with you, but I am still a giant reptilian carnivore, after all." Another puff of smoke drifted from Arthur's nostrils. 

The teasing faded from Merlin's eyes as he gulped, now unsure how deadly Arthur indeed would have been without his benevolent influence. “Well, then, I’m really glad I’m not just a source of boredom, then. I love our adventures together, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.” Merlin tried to wrap his humongous dragon's thick, scaled neck in a bear hug as best he could, but it was like attempting to hug a shed. 

Arthur’s gaze softened as his tail flicked. “And I wouldn’t trade you for anything, either. You’ve made these mountains feel like home."

As the stars began to sparkle in the darkening sky, Merlin nestled on top of Arthur's massive form. They sat in a cosy embrace, wrapped in a blanket of silence.

As seasons cycled through the mountains, Merlin's powers grew exponentially. From his thirteenth to fifteenth year, the young sorcerer transformed from a novice to a force of nature.

In the crisp autumns, Merlin learned to dance with the falling leaves, each one a potential spell waiting to be cast. Arthur watched in awe as his young friend painted the sky with shimmering runes, the magic pulsing in harmony with the rhythm of the earth.

You're getting better at this, Arthur's voice echoed in Merlin's mind one chilly morning. Soon you'll be able to change the seasons at will.

Merlin grinned, his eyes glowing gold. Maybe. But I like the seasons as they are. Each one brings back special memories with you.

Winters brought new challenges and joys. Merlin learned to manipulate ice and snow, creating intricate sculptures that glittered in the weak sunlight. On cold nights, they huddled together in the cave, Arthur's warm breath melting the icicles that Merlin conjured for fun.

Do you ever miss other dragons? Merlin asked one such night, his mental voice soft with curiosity.

Arthur's blue eyes met Merlin's. Sometimes. But I wouldn't trade this for anything, little pup.

Springs saw Merlin's powers bloom like the mountain flowers. He could now coax life from the barren ground, his magic intertwining with the natural world in ways that left even Arthur speechless.

During one lazy afternoon, as Merlin lay atop Arthur's back in a meadow of his own creation, the dragon mused, I've never seen a human with such a connection to nature. You truly are remarkable, Merlin.

Merlin's cheeks flushed with pride. I learned from the best, he replied, patting Arthur's scales affectionately.

Summers brought long days of soaring over sun-drenched peaks. Merlin's control over the elements had grown so precise that he could now shape clouds into fantastical shapes as they flew.

Look, Arthur! Merlin's excited thought rang out. I made a dragon cloud!

Arthur snorted, a puff of smoke rising. Handsome fellow. Though not quite as magnificent as the real thing, of course.

Merlin laughed, the sound carried away by the wind. Of course not. No dragon could be as magnificent as you.

Their bond had deepened beyond anything either had imagined possible. They moved as one, thought as one, their magic intertwining in a tapestry of power and friendship.

One dawn, as they watched the sunrise from the highest peak, Arthur turned to Merlin. You know, when they left you here, I thought you were just another strange human. But you're so much more, Merlin. You're... everything. Arthur was looking at Merlin, his eyes overflowing with love.

Merlin leaned against Arthur's warm scales, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. And you're my everything, Arthur. My guardian, my teacher, my best friend. I'd be lost without you.

Autumn, Ages 16 | 23

By 16, Merlin’s body had undergone a notable transformation. His physique, once lanky and boyish, now exhibited a lean but well-defined strength. His shoulders had broadened, and his torso had developed a more muscular and toned appearance, reflecting his wilderness lifestyle. Despite the strange lack of facial hair, his facial features had become sharper and more defined, with a more angular jawline and high cheekbones. His overall appearance was a delightful mix of childish vigor and yet emerging masculine strength.

To Arthur's great exasperation, Merlin still retained his childish clumsiness. Still, his movements were now complemented by the solid strength of a young man who was coming into his own, both physically and magically.

Aside from his bodily changes, his senses became sharper—every scent seemed more intense, every sound more distinct. He also found himself feeling restless and anxious, his emotions surging unpredictably.

"It's hormones," Arthur had explained. "Every youngling goes through them."

But Merlin's skin prickled with warmth, and he occasionally felt a peculiar flutter in his chest whenever Arthur was near that he couldn't explain. Growing up with Arthur as his guardian and best friend, Merlin always felt secure and well cared for. Arthur had always been like an older brother to him, fiercely protective and endlessly patient. Arthur fed him, looked after him, took the role of parent and sibling and friend. Arthur fulfilled every role someone could possibly fill. They had formed an unbreakable bond, backed by years of everlasting affection and devotion. Arthur was Merlin’s rock—steadfast and reliable, always there to lift him up when he stumbled.

Yet, as these new sensations began to take hold, Merlin found himself both comforted and increasingly nervous around Arthur. The dragon’s scent, once simply familiar, now carried a richness that made Merlin’s pulse quicken. Each time Arthur moved, the warm, earthy fragrance of his scales seemed to envelop Merlin, stirring something deep inside him.

One afternoon, as they sat together near a sunlit glade, Arthur was teaching Merlin how to identify magical herbs. The golden rays danced across Arthur’s scales, making them shimmer with an otherworldly glow. Merlin’s heart raced not from the excitement of the lesson, but from the proximity to Arthur and the surge of emotions he was struggling to understand.

Arthur leaned over, his massive body creating a comforting shadow as he pointed out a particularly rare herb. Merlin tried to focus on the lesson, but the scent of dragonfire and the warmth radiating from Arthur’s body were overwhelming. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to keep his composure.

Arthur noticed the change in Merlin’s demeanor, his sharp eyes catching the subtle signs of his unease. “Something wrong, Merlin?” he asked, his voice a low, rumbling purr that seemed to resonate with Merlin’s very bones.

Merlin forced a smile, not wanting to admit how disconcerting the situation was. “No, I’m fine. Just a little... distracted, I guess.” He fidgeted with a piece of parchment he had conjured earlier in the day, trying to hide his discomfort.

Arthur’s gaze softened, though a flicker of concern remained. “Distracted by what, exactly? You know you can tell me anything.”

Merlin hesitated, the conflict inside him growing. He wanted to confide in Arthur, but the emotions swirling within him felt too personal, too strange to voice. He feared that sharing them might burden Arthur or make him seem weak. They had always been each other’s confidants, but this felt different—like a breach of their established dynamic.

“I... I don’t know,” Merlin admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just... things feel different lately. You’re always so close, and I can’t help but... feel more... I don’t know.”

Arthur’s eyes widened slightly as he processed Merlin’s words. He gently nudged Merlin’s shoulder with his snout, his touch tender. “It sounds like you’re dealing with something that’s confusing and new. I can’t promise to fully grasp what you’re experiencing, since draconic adolescence is different from human adolescence, but I’m here for you. No matter how strange or personal it feels, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Merlin looked up, his eyes meeting Arthur’s. The warmth and sincerity in the dragon’s gaze were a balm to his troubled heart. “You really mean that?”

Arthur nodded, his expression serious yet reassuring. “Absolutely. We’ve faced many things together, and we can face this, too. Whatever it is you’re feeling, we’ll work through it together." Then nuzzling Merlin affectionately, he rumbled, "You can never be a burden to me, my sweet little treasure.” Arthur's blue eyes were brimming with tenderness.

The comfort of Arthur’s words and the gentle reassurance in his presence helped ease the turmoil inside Merlin. He took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and lingering nervousness. “Thanks, Arthur. I... I guess I just needed to hear that.”

Arthur nuzzled Merlin’s hair dotingly, his scales warm against Merlin’s skin. “Anytime, little warlock. Just remember, you don’t have to keep things to yourself. We’re a team, and that means sharing the good and the confusing.”

Merlin’s smile was small but genuine as he nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As they continued their lesson, the bond between them felt stronger, fortified by the honest exchange. Though Merlin’s feelings were still tangled and complex, knowing that Arthur was there for him made the path ahead seem a little less daunting.

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Despite his worsening anxiety in the days ahead, Merlin clung to the sense of safety his dragon had always provided. As his body and emotions shifted in ways he didn’t fully understand, his need for reassurance deepened. He’d grown more clingy than ever, always seeking some form of contact with Arthur—whether it was pressing up against his side, clutching onto a talon, or curling up under his wing whenever possible. Arthur had been his anchor through every storm, and Merlin found himself needing that steady presence more than ever.

"Arthur?" Merlin whispered one evening, nestled against the dragon's warm scales.

"Yes, Merlin?" Arthur's deep voice rumbled softly.

"I... I don't know what's happening to me. Everything feels different lately. Scary."

Arthur curled his tail protectively around the boy. "Change can be frightening, but you're not alone. I'm here."

Merlin nodded, pressing closer. "I know. I just... I feel safer when I'm near you. Is that strange?"

"Not at all," Arthur assured him. "It's natural to seek comfort from those you trust. You can always come to me, Merlin. Always."

"Promise?" Merlin asked, voice small and uncertain.

"I promise," Arthur replied, his words a solemn vow.

Even as he wrestled with the unfamiliar sensations and inner turmoil, Merlin trusted Arthur to remain constant. There was an unwavering certainty in his dragon’s warmth, in the protective shelter of his leathery wing and the rumbling cadence of his voice. On nights when the changes within him left him restless and tense, Merlin found peace nestled close, Arthur’s massive heartbeats lulling him to sleep like a soothing rhythm he’d always known.

The thought of Arthur's unwavering protection gave Merlin immeasurable comfort, melting away his fears in those quiet moments. Wrapped up under Arthur's warm, leathery wing, the world seemed simpler and safer, all the uncertainty pushed to the background.

"Arthur?" Merlin murmured sleepily one night, voice muffled against the dragon's scales.

"Hmm?" Arthur rumbled softly, his wing shifting slightly to look down at the boy.

"I'm glad you're here," Merlin whispered. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Arthur's chest swelled with affection. "And I'll always be here, little one. Rest now." Arthur noticed that Merlin was indeed much more affectionate than ever, yet he never minded. 

Merlin would bury his face into Arthur's side, practically purring with contentment late nights in his moss bed as the dragon's warmth enveloped him completely. The chill of the night never reached him there, not when Arthur's scales shielded him so completely, his gentle hum vibrating through Merlin's chest.

And as Merlin lay there, safe within that cocoon of dragon warmth, he could almost forget the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions he was battling. In Arthur’s presence, everything else fell away, leaving only the reassurance that he wasn’t alone—that no matter what changes came, his dragon would be there, solid and dependable. It was a comfort that Merlin held onto tightly, even when the confusion within him threatened to overwhelm him.

Day 1

One early evening, as a biting autumn chill settled over the mountains, Arthur draped his warm body protectively around Merlin, shielding him from the cold air. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in deep hues of orange and purple. Arthur's scales caught the fading light, glinting like molten gold as he leaned in close, his nose brushing against Merlin's cheek in a gentle nuzzle.

"I’ll be back in a few hours," he murmured, voice a deep, rumbling purr that sent shivers down Merlin’s spine. His eyes gleamed with playful mischief as he added, “Don’t miss me too much, alright?” 

Merlin tried to smile, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes, a faint worry that Arthur immediately noticed. Arthur’s nuzzle deepened into a firmer, reassuring press, his breath, smelling of coal and ash, was warm against Merlin’s skin. “I mean it,” Arthur said, softening his tone. “I’ll be back before you know it. Just keep yourself cozy until I’m home.”

With one last affectionate brush of his snout, Arthur slowly pulled away, off on another hunt, his powerful wings unfurling as he prepared to take flight. Merlin watched him go, the ache of separation already gnawing at him. 

Merlin shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as he tried to shake off the chill that came not only from the cold air but from the emptiness Arthur left behind. "Don’t take too long," he whispered to the wind, more to soothe himself than anything else.

Merlin could picture Arthur easily: powerful wings cutting through the air, golden scales shimmering faintly in the last light of the day. Arthur would be gone for a while yet, his keen senses attuned to every movement in the forest below as he tracked his prey.

Usually, Merlin would feel a sense of peace during these moments alone, knowing that Arthur would return with warmth and food, ready to share stories of his hunt. But lately, the empty cavern felt vast and lonely, the shadows creeping closer as the night deepened.

Merlin soon noticed an unsettling warmth creeping through his body. It was the kind of evening that usually had him bundled up under layers of furs, but tonight, despite the cold, sweat gathered at his brow and dampened his shirt. His muscles ached as though he had been running all day, though he had done nothing strenuous. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he was coming down with a fever, but this felt different—more intense, almost like a simmering heat radiating from deep within him. 

As Merlin sat by the entrance to the cavern, looking out at the darkening sky, he caught a strange, sweet scent in the air. It clung to him, faint but unmistakable, like the smell of blooming flowers mixed with honey. He rubbed at his arms, trying to rid himself of the smell, but it only grew stronger. This scent was peculiar and left him uneasy, tinged with an undercurrent of something completely foreign and primal.

"What is this smell?" he wondered aloud, puzzled as he gave himself a sniff. He felt like someone injected him with honey and now it was oozing out of him. 

Despite the searing heat simmering beneath his skin, Merlin found himself with an inexplicable urge to curl up by the fire. A soft whimper escaped him as he edged toward the back of the cavern, drawing closer to the flames and curling up tightly. He focused on the crackling fire, hoping to find solace in its familiar warmth, but the heat within him persisted. It coiled deep in his belly, igniting a restless energy that pulsed through his veins, leaving him apprehensive and tense.

Trembling slightly as the strange sensations built, he wondered if he should be worried or if this was simply another one of those changes he’d been experiencing lately that had to do with simple adolescence. But this felt different—more urgent, more intense. He pressed his forehead against his knees, trying to steady his breathing. His thoughts turned hazy, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong—like his body was calling out for something he couldn’t identify.

Merlin decided to cast a simple healing spell on himself. "Sana me statim nunc."

His magic surged instinctively, weaving through the air in shimmering threads of light, wrapping around him like a protective cocoon. He heaved a sigh of relief as he felt the usual cool tingle of magic surging through him, glowing a faint blue. It was soothing and calming. But then, just as quickly, it dissipated, leaving Merlin with a cold sense of horror. The fever and hot flashes didn’t ease; if anything, they intensified, making his skin prickle and burn even more.

His hands shook as he tried again, and again, pouring more energy into the spell, voice trembling with whispered incantations. He tried different variations of other healing spells, but the result was the same—nothing changed. He was still burning from the inside out, the relentless heat twisting and gnawing at him like a living thing. Tears of frustration welled in his eyes as he clutched his chest, feeling the hammering of his heart as if it might burst out of him at any moment. 

This can’t be normal, Merlin thought in a panic. Was he having some kind of medical episode? A sudden illness? His thoughts raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He knew he was powerful—his magic had always been his strength—but this felt like something beyond his control, and he instinctively knew he couldn’t face it alone.

Would draconic magic help? Dragons were among the most formidable magical beings in existence. Arthur’s magic was ancient and powerful, tied to the very essence of his dragon form. Maybe it could soothe the turmoil raging inside Merlin.

But then he remembered when Arthur had said, in awe, "Your magick has surpassed my own, young warlock. It is beyond anything I have ever felt or seen. It is incredible. " That had been a moment of pride and joy for Merlin, but now it only furthered his anxiety. What if Arthur didn’t know what to do either?

The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he clung to the one certainty he had left: Arthur would be back soon. And he always knew what to do. He would take care of Merlin. 

The warmth in his body intensified, spreading like wildfire until he was burning up, his skin flushed and slick with sweat. He hastily unclothed until he was stark naked in his bed. Being naked only offered a modicum of relief. His heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm erratic and rapid, each beat reverberating in his ears. The cool air of the cavern should have offered some relief, but instead, it felt like the walls were closing in, trapping him in a sweltering haze. 

Curled up in his moss bed, Merlin began trembling uncontrollably, his limbs twitching as spasms of pain wracked his body. His earlier fear of being discreetly injected with honey was practically confirmed when a sticky, sweet-smelling substance began leaking from his bum. His breaths came in short, shallow gasps, his chest heaving with each labored inhale. He tried shifting positions, desperate to find some comfort, but every movement only seemed to intensify the agony. His vision blurred, and the once-familiar scents of the cavern—damp earth, woodsmoke, and herbs—were drowned out by that sickly sweet fragrance clinging to him like a second skin. 

As the minutes dragged on, his mind kept drifting back to Arthur, feeling the oddest urge to have him near, as if his presence alone could chase away the discomfort gnawing at him. Merlin had never felt anything like this before—a yearning that he couldn’t quite place, mingled with a growing tension that made it impossible to sit still.

Merlin’s discomfort quickly escalated into something unbearable. "Arthur.. Arthur.." he was murmuring to himself, like a chant. Hurry! "Arthur would know what to do," he whispered desperately, biting his lip as another shudder wracked his body. "Arthur always knows what to do."

But the gnawing ache in his core only grew, and with it, the overwhelming need that made every moment without Arthur feel like an eternity. His mind was a chaotic swirl of emotions—fear, longing, embarrassment—yet the hope that Arthur would return and make everything better kept him from completely unraveling.

“Please hurry, Arthur...” he whispered into the empty cave, his voice trembling.

Arthur, fresh from a successful hunt, caught the scent the moment he stepped into the cavern. The mountain goat fell from his jaws as his draconic instincts sharpened, locking onto the unmistakable trail of omega pheromones that clung to the air. He went rigid, eyes widening as the truth hit him square in the chest.

Merlin was an omega.

And he was going into heat.

Arthur had always assumed Merlin was an alpha like himself. Merlin was always so defiant and cheeky, just like a typical alpha. Merlin was extremely powerful, a force to be reckoned with. Merlin, up until recently, was generally brave and at times seemingly fearless. Merlin being an alpha was a notion so ingrained in him that he had failed to recognise the signs of Merlin’s true nature. Now, Arthur felt a deep pang of foolishness. How had he missed the subtle, yet clear signs that Merlin was an omega?

The way the kid always seemed to seek out extra comfort and reassurance, the way his overall presence was consistently relaxed and easygoing rather than domineering, his well-fed adolescent body slender and fae-like rather than brawny and bulky as an Alpha's would be, no facial hair whatsoever at his age, not to mention a voice that had not grown extremely deep with puberty as an Alpha's would've—these were all traits Arthur had negligently glossed over.

Cursing himself, he stiffly walked towards the boy. Arthur could see that Merlin was naked and curled up by the fire in his bed of moss, his face flushed and body trembling. Arthur approached cautiously, heart pounding. He knew this could be dangerous. But he couldn't leave his little omega here all by himself. "Merlin, how are you feeling?"

Merlin's head snapped up, the boy's eyes glazed and unfocused. "Arthur!" he yelped in relief. "I don't know what's happening to me. I feel... strange. I think I’m getting a fever." Merlin looked at Arthur with such big doe eyes, so expectantly, waiting to be taken care of. So omega-like, Arthur's brain suddenly supplied. The dragon didn’t yet recognise that the way he'd been dutifully caring for Merlin, an omega, in his time of need was, in fact, an inherently alpha thing to do for their omega as well.

Merlin’s entire body radiated need, slick pooling beneath him as he writhed in discomfort. The scent intensified as Arthur moved closer, every muscle in the dragon’s body tensing as he fought the primal urge to claim what was his.

Merlin’s voice was shaky, thick with tears and exhaustion. “Please… help me!” he whimpered, tone filled with such raw desperation that it nearly broke Arthur’s resolve. And then Merlin did something that made Arthur’s breath catch—he subconsciously leaned over, presenting himself to Arthur, his backside lifted slightly in a display that screamed submission. His hands clawed at the moss, hips arching as he sought any relief from the torment inside him. Arthur could see the boy’s cock was erect and leaking as well. 

Arthur’s instincts screamed at him to take, to claim, to mark Merlin as his. Every fiber of his being knew that Merlin belonged to him, that no one else would ever be allowed to touch what was his. His Alpha’s possessive nature flared dangerously, urging him forward, urging him to close the gap and take what his instincts craved for. The sight of Merlin in such a state, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, crying out for help, was almost too much to bear.

Merlin was looking back at Arthur. “Please..” he was moaning, panting. The sight was intoxicating and deeply troubling all at once. Every fiber of Arthur’s being roared for him to seize his rightful possession, but he forced himself to stand firm, digging his claws into the stone floor to keep himself rooted in place.

“Merlin, stop,” Arthur growled, voice rougher than intended. The words came out more like an order, laced with the commanding tone only an alpha could use.

Merlin blinked up at him, confusion clouding his gaze. “Stop what? I’m just trying to—” He broke off with a sharp inhale as another wave of heat rippled through him, making him tremble. His body instinctively shifted again, presenting again in a way that made Arthur grit his teeth and pray for restraint.

Arthur took a deep, careful breath from his mouth so as not to inhale Merlin too deeply. He was struggling to maintain control. “You’re going into heat,” he managed to say, each word strained. “You don’t realize it, but what you’re doing right now.. it’s dangerous, Merlin. You’re making this much harder—for both of us.”

Merlin’s brows furrowed in bewilderment. “What do you mean by ‘heat’? I don’t—I don’t even know what that means!” His voice wavered between frustration and desperation. “Arthur, please, I don’t understand what’s happening to me. You keep saying these things that don’t make sense, and all I know is that my body is on fire and everything hurts, and I—” He cut himself off, biting his lip to stifle a whimper. “I need you,” he gasped. “I just know that you’re the only one that can make it better.”

Arthur’s breath caught, but he plowed on, “I know you don’t understand, Merlin, but you need to listen to me. Right now, your body is reacting in ways that signal you’re ready for something you don’t fully grasp. By presenting like this, you’re practically inviting an alpha to—to claim you.” He forced himself to say it, knowing how foreign the concept was to Merlin. 

The wide-eyed look of shock and confusion on Merlin’s face nearly broke Arthur. “I don't even know what any of that means!” Merlin protested, sounding almost panicked. “I just—I just want this to stop!” 

Arthur exhaled slowly, trying to keep his voice gentle despite the tension thrumming through him. “I know, and I’ll help you, I promise. But you have to trust me when I say that you need to stop moving like that. You are an omega, which means you’re going into heat to attract an alpha. Alphas can help with your heat. I should’ve explained things sooner, but I didn’t know you were an omega.”

Merlin furrowed his brows, confusion deepening, now panting and subconsciously inching closer to Arthur, until Merlin crawled right next to him and then swiveled and pressed his bum all the way into Arthur’s snout, moaning at the contact. His sweaty hair stuck to his skin. Arthur hastily moved his face but stayed where he was. “What’s an alpha? And… why would I need one?” Merlin gasped. 

Through gritted teeth, an extremely tense Arthur explained, “An alpha is… well, they’re like a protector, a mate who’s meant to take care of you, keep you safe, and help you through your heat. But it’s more than that—it’s a bond, a connection between an omega and their alpha.”

Merlin shook his head, fear lacing his voice. “But I don’t want to be forced to bond with anyone else! I already have you! Aren't you enough? You protect me, and you take care of me!” Merlin curled himself in closer to Arthur, shivering despite the heat. "I only need you.." he moaned breathily, lost in Arthur’s musky scent. 

Arthur’s heart clenched. He could feel the omega trembling against him, seeking comfort in a way that made his protective instincts flare. Merlin was his, had always been his, but the guilt gnawed at him as he tightened his tail around the trembling form.

He’d raised Merlin, watched him grow from a fragile pup into the bright, brave young adolescent he was now. He’d never looked at Merlin as his offspring, more as his endearing little brother. But now, the possessiveness—the hunger—that burned within him was something different, something deeper, something carnal.

“Merlin…” Arthur’s voice was rough, a low rumble that vibrated in his chest. He rested part of his tail tip on Merlin’s head, unwilling to touch him with his snout like he usually would out of fear of inhaling more of that sweet scent that made his inner Alpha growl with satisfaction. “You’re mine, no one else’s. I’ve claimed you as my treasure.” His eyes flashed with a fierce, draconic light at the very thought, flames threatening to lick at his lips. “You don’t have to be afraid,” Arthur continued, voice soft and reassuring. “You’re not something to be owned, Merlin. Not by anyone. No one is going to take that choice away from you.”

Merlin squirmed slightly under the overwhelming sensations of his heat, cheeks flushed as he looked up at the massive dragon hovering nearby. Despite the discomfort, he couldn’t resist teasing Arthur—anything to lighten the mood. “But I,” he said, voice slightly breathless, “I thought you said I was already your treasure." 

And gods, saying that made more slick pour down Merlin's legs, and a blush bloom on his face. He subconsciously shifted closer to Arthur, arse still in Arthur’s face. What's wrong with me? Merlin thought, nearly hysterical at his sudden inappropriate behavior and urges. God, his Omega wanted Arthur so badly, but for what? How would Arthur even help? He slicked his bum all along Arthur’s chest as he backed up further into Arthur, unable to stop the soft pants and tiny noises from escaping his plush lips. 

Arthur felt his face heat up as he went completely stiff. His breath hitched, his entire body locking up as Merlin’s slick-scented warmth smeared across his chest. Heat surged through him, every nerve alight with the agonizing need to claim, to possess. His instincts screamed at him to take what was his, to make Merlin his in every sense of the word. But he fought against it with every ounce of control he had left.

Merlin’s innocent confusion, the way his omega body naturally presented itself to Arthur without even realizing what he was doing, only made it worse. Arthur’s claws dug into the stone floor, trying desperately to ground himself. “Merlin, you need to stop,” he growled, voice rough and strained, a dangerous edge creeping into his tone. 

Merlin looked back over his shoulder, wide-eyed and flushed, clearly bewildered by the storm of emotions overwhelming him. “But… why don't you just move?” he whispered, voice trembling. 

Arthur’s muscles tautened, his entire body stuck in place as the intoxicating scent of Merlin’s heat washed over him. His breath came out in ragged bursts as he fought against the primal urges clawing at his control. “Merlin,” Arthur rasped, his voice thick with barely restrained need. “You don’t understand... I can’t move.”

He couldn’t move even if he wanted to; every instinct he had as an alpha was screaming at him to stay close, to drown in that sweet, addictive scent. The admission came out more like a growl than he intended, his Alpha side on the verge of breaking free.

Merlin’s eyes grew wider, his confusion deepening as he stared at Arthur. “What do you mean you can’t move?” he asked, a tremor in his voice. He shifted slightly, subconsciously brushing against Arthur’s chest again, and Arthur’s eyes fluttered shut, a shudder running down his spine. Gods, it was torture.

“Because of what you are,” Arthur bit out, each word strained as he held himself back. “And what I am.” He was desperate for Merlin to understand the weight of the situation, the thin line they were both standing on. But Merlin, innocent and completely unaware of what was happening, only looked more puzzled, more vulnerable.

Arthur’s teeth clenched tightly, his claws digging into the cavern floor as he fought against the overwhelming desire to claim, to take Merlin as his own. The need was so raw, so powerful that it was all he could do to remain still.

“Please, Merlin,” he choked out, barely holding on to the last shreds of his control. “Stop. This is dangerous."

Realizing how much he was paining Arthur, Merlin burst into emotional tears. “Why am I acting like this?” he cried. Merlin wanted to leave Arthur alone. It was obvious Arthur was stressed by his presence, but Merlin couldn’t tear himself away either. 

Arthur’s heart twisted at the sight of Merlin so vulnerable, so unaware of the dangerous game he was playing. “Because you’re in heat,” Arthur bit out, voice tight. “your body’s reacting… to me.” His gaze darkened as Merlin’s scent thickened, the slick pouring from him an unmistakable invitation. But Arthur forced himself to stay still, his Alpha roaring for release.

“I-I’m not trying to do anything,” Merlin stammered, voice shaking. “I don’t even know what I’m doing!” The desperation in his tone was clear as he stared up at Arthur, trying to make sense of why the dragon was looking at him like that—like he was something precious and dangerous all at once.

“You have to stop presenting like that, or I won’t be able to control myself,” Arthur warned, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. His gaze locked onto Merlin’s, willing him to understand the precarious line they were walking.

Merlin froze, heart pounding as Arthur’s words sank in. Presenting? The word echoed in his mind, but it didn’t make sense. The confusion mingled with the heat clouding his thoughts, leaving him dizzy and off-balance. He knew something was happening to him—something intense and terrifying—but he had no idea what it all meant.

He shifted again, trying to find some relief from the ache inside him, but the movement only seemed to worsen the tension in the air. Arthur’s gaze was locked onto him, the dragon’s eyes dark with barely restrained hunger, and it sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through Merlin’s body.

The low rumble in Arthur’s chest sent a shiver down Merlin’s spine, and he felt his body react again, slick pouring from him uncontrollably. Panic clawed at him, but so did the overwhelming need to be closer to Arthur, to feel safe and protected. His omega instincts were screaming at him to submit, to let Arthur take control, but his mind was a chaotic mess of confusion and fear.

“Please, Arthur… I don’t know how to stop it,” Merlin whispered, tears pricking at his eyes. He was scared, embarrassed, and completely out of his depth, relying on Arthur to make sense of it all. “I just want it to stop. I thought you could help me..” Merlin began crying again.

“Merlin…” Arthur’s voice was rough, thick with the strain of holding himself in check. He tried to focus on keeping his tone gentle, but the underlying hunger was unmistakable. 

Arthur could see the confusion and near-hysteria in Merlin’s eyes. The poor omega was torn between his instincts and his mind, trying to make sense of the conflicting desires swirling inside him. Arthur could feel it too—Merlin’s body was calling out for him, practically screaming for him to fulfill the role of alpha, to give Merlin the comfort and release he so desperately needed. But Merlin didn’t understand what he was asking for, not really. 

“You are my treasure,” Arthur rumbled softly, voice vibrating with barely contained heat. “You’ve always been. But right now, you need to focus. This isn’t you—it’s your heat talking.” If I were irresponsible, I would knot you right now. Fuck.

Even as he said the words, Arthur’s gaze kept flicking to the way Merlin’s hips were tilted, the way his body was instinctively offering itself. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay rooted in place, when all he wanted was to press closer, to bury his nose in Merlin’s arse and let his scent drive him wild. 

“Please, Merlin…” Arthur’s voice cracked slightly, betraying the depth of his struggle. “You need to stop teasing, or I won’t be able to hold back. And I need to hold back, for both our sakes.” His tail flicked in agitation, the rough scales scraping against the stone with a harsh, grating sound. Every instinct screamed at him to take, but he forced himself to breathe, to focus on the reason why he couldn’t—no matter how much his Alpha wanted to.

Merlin’s eyes were wide, still glazed with heat. “Hold back from what?” he whispered in confusion.

Then suddenly, Merlin cried out again and fell over, squirming in the moss and gasping, until he was flat on his back and searing a very guilty-looking Arthur with watery yet fiery blue flames for eyes, eyes that spoke of utter betrayal. Merlin began wailing at the alpha, voice high with desperation.

"Arthur! Gods, shouldn’t you be taking better care of me? Like, helping me get through my heat? Please, don't you know some herbs or medicine or something that can ease my fever? I don't know any healing spells for this."

Arthur leaned in closer, massive head lowering until his blue eyes were level with Merlin’s. “There’s no herb or medicine that can ease what you’re feeling, Merlin,” Arthur said, his voice a deep rumble of both sympathy and something darker. “Your body’s calling out for something specific—something only an alpha can give you.”

Merlin whimpered, flushed cheeks and wide eyes pleading for some sort of relief. “But… what am I supposed to do?” he whispered, desperation lacing his words. "How am I supposed to find an alpha on a mountaintop?”

Arthur’s chest tightened at Merlin’s innocent question. The young omega’s wide, pleading eyes were filled with confusion, unaware of the truth that hovered just out of reach. Arthur swallowed hard, fighting the primal instinct to reveal himself, to tell Merlin that his alpha was already here—right beside him. But that would only make things worse. Merlin wasn’t ready to know what that meant, to face the reality of what he was truly asking for.

For now, Arthur had to be careful. He couldn’t let Merlin know that his every word, every whimper, made Arthur’s control slip further. “You don’t need to worry about finding an alpha right now,” Arthur said gently, deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. “What you need is rest. Your body’s still getting used to these changes. Your first heat is always the worst.”

“But it hurts, Arthur,” Merlin whispered, curling in on himself as another wave of heat shuddered through him. “I-I thought… if I had an alpha, they could make it stop. Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?”

“Sometimes, yes,” Arthur said carefully, again lowering his head closer to Merlin’s level. “But you’re strong, Merlin. You’ve always been strong. I know this is all new and overwhelming, but I’ll be here with you. I’ll help you through it.” 

Merlin’s eyes shimmered with tears, biting his lip as he nodded. “But how?” he asked, voice trembling. “If I can’t find an alpha… then what can I do?” Merlin wailed, in tears.

Arthur’s massive form shifted, wings folding in tighter as he tried to think of a way to comfort Merlin without giving himself away. “We can try some cooling herbs. I can make a salve for your fever,” Arthur suggested, though he knew it would offer only the barest relief. “And when the heat gets too strong, focus on breathing through it. I’ll stay close by.”

Merlin sniffled, wiping his eyes. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Always,” Arthur promised, a protective growl rumbling low in his chest. “During your heats, I won’t let anyone else get near you.”

Merlin's eyes widened, confusion crossing his face as he tried to make sense of Arthur's words. "But… if you’re not going to let anyone else near me, then who will help me during my heats?" he asked, voice tinged with both desperation and bewilderment.

Arthur's gaze softened, massive dragon form curling protectively around Merlin. "You don’t need anyone else," he said, voice gentle yet firm. "You have me. I’m here for you, Merlin. Always."

Merlin's confusion deepened, but the sincerity in Arthur's eyes offered some comfort. "But... I thought an alpha would be... someone else," he murmured, feeling a mix of vulnerability yet unfailing trust, in what Arthur now recognised as a very omega trait. Merlin had always been so very trusting even at a young age, hadn't he?

Arthur leaned closer, his warmth enveloping Merlin. "Merlin,” Arthur said softly, voice roughened by the war he was fighting within himself. “There’s no one else here right now. It’s just us. I’ll take care of you in every way you need. You don’t have to worry about anyone else."

Merlin thought that perhaps Arthur was only talking about keeping alphas away this first heat, looking out for him as always. Merlin relaxed slightly, reassured by Arthur’s presence, but the heat was still there, gnawing at him, leaving him restless and aching for something he couldn’t fully understand. 

“I just wish I knew what it was like to feel… better,” Merlin mumbled, curling tighter against Arthur’s warm scales. “To not feel like this. I feel so empty. Like I need to be.. filled or something.”

Arthur’s heart broke a little more with each word, knowing that he was the one who could give Merlin what he needed—and yet, he couldn’t. Not without betraying the trust they’d built. Not without crossing that delicate line between protector and something far more inappropriate.

So, Arthur did the only thing he could. He curled his massive tail around his omega in a protective cocoon, drawing the young boy closer. “One step at a time,” he whispered, mussing Merlin’s sweat-damp hair with the gentlest touch of his tail tip. “For now, just rest. We’ll get through this together.”

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Day 2

Merlin’s sweaty body squirmed under Arthur's wing, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with confusion. He looked up at his dragon, biting his lip as another wave of heat rolled through him, leaving him even more disoriented. 

After a beat, he rasped, “Arthur… you said an alpha could make it better. How? How would they do that?” 

Arthur stiffened, feeling the tension coil in his chest as Merlin’s innocent question hung in the air. The boy’s wide, trusting eyes searched his face for answers he wasn’t sure he was ready to give. He knew he had to tread carefully. Merlin was still so naïve, with no knowledge of what it meant to be an omega in heat—or what an alpha’s role in that truly entailed.

“It’s… complicated,” Arthur began, gruff voice rough with restraint. He canted his head to meet Merlin’s gaze, his massive body shifting slightly as he struggled to find the right words. 

“An alpha has a way of calming an omega’s instincts during their heat. It’s like a special connection, a bond that helps ease the fever and the… feelings that come with it.”

Merlin’s brows furrowed, still not fully grasping what Arthur was trying to say. “But how does it work? Do they just stay close by, like you’re doing now?”

Arthur hesitated, knowing the truth would be overwhelming for Merlin to hear. He could see the innocent curiosity in the boy’s eyes, completely unaware of the deeper implications of his question. 

“Not exactly,” Arthur finally replied, voice lowering to a gentle rumble. “It’s more intimate than that. An alpha would hold you, stay close, and help your body find relief in ways only they can provide,” he said as vaguely as possible. 

Merlin’s face scrunched up in confusion. “But what does that even mean? How would holding me help? It’s not like I’m sick—I just feel… all strange and hot inside. Like something’s missing. I feel empty.”

Arthur’s heart ached at the raw honesty in Merlin’s words. The boy was describing exactly what a heat felt like—the gnawing emptiness, the desperate longing for something he couldn’t name. 

“It’s because your body is calling out for a bond, for an alpha to be close to you,” Arthur explained gently. “That’s why it feels so unbearable right now. But there’s more to it than just holding you, Merlin. The bond involves physical closeness, a level of trust that’s very deep. It’s not something to rush into without understanding.”

Merlin looked puzzled, still not fully grasping what Arthur was saying. “But if an alpha can make it better, why wouldn’t I just want them to help? Just until my heat is over, of course.”

Arthur sighed softly, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He wanted to protect Merlin from the harsher realities of his nature, but the boy deserved answers. 

“Because, Merlin, that kind of bond is permanent. It ties an omega and an alpha together in a way that can’t be undone. It’s not just about the heat—it’s about choosing someone to be bound to, forever.  You cannot just, as they say, 'hit it and quit it.'”

Merlin’s eyes widened in surprise, finally understanding that there was much more to it than he’d realised. “So it’s like a promise? Like saying you belong to each other?”

Arthur nodded slowly, relieved Merlin was starting to grasp the seriousness of it. “Exactly. And you deserve to choose that bond when you’re ready, when you fully understand what it means. Right now, you are exceedingly young. Your body might be telling you it needs an alpha, but you’re not in a place to make that choice yet. That’s why I’m here—to help you get through this without rushing into something you’re not ready for.”

Merlin’s expression softened as he leaned closer to Arthur, finding comfort in the dragon’s warmth. “But you’re the only one I want that sort of bond with, Arthur. And I trust you more than anyone. I don't want an alpha if it's going to be like that. I know you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, right?"

Arthur’s chest tightened at those words, knowing how easily he could claim Merlin right now if he let himself give in. But that would betray everything he’d vowed to protect. 

“Of course I wouldn’t,” he murmured, brushing his tail tip gently against Merlin’s cheek. “I’ll stay right here, and we’ll get through this together. You’re safe with me, Merlin. Always.”

Merlin nodded, finally relaxing a bit as he snuggled into Arthur’s side. “Okay… I trust you, Arthur,” he whispered, sounding exhausted. His body was still trembling with the effects of his heat but soothed by the dragon’s protective presence. There was something deeply calming about Arthur just being there that helped ease Merlin's ache just a tiny bit.

Arthur swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain strong for Merlin’s sake. For now, that trust was enough to hold back the instincts clawing at him. But deep down, Arthur knew that keeping his alpha nature hidden from Merlin wouldn’t last forever. The day would come when Merlin would need to know the full truth—and when that day arrived, Arthur knew everything would change between them. The young dragon shuddered to think about the repercussions. 

Arthur took a tiny bit of the goat carcass and blew flames on it. Merlin never needed much, only about a few ounces per day, paired with his greens. Thankfully Merlin was always hoarding veggies and fruits. Merlin always used magick to keep them constantly fresh and ripe.

Arthur watched Merlin with a careful eye as he prepared the small portion of meat. He knew how stubborn Merlin could be, especially now, when the fever of his heat left him disoriented and likely to be reluctant to eat. Arthur liberally sprinkled some of the herbs Merlin had stored for the meat onto the goat, letting the fragrant blend of rosemary, thyme, and sage coat the surface. He added a pinch of marjoram and a dash of ground bay leaves, the familiar spices bringing a sense of warmth and comfort. The scent of the cooked meat filled the cave, a warm, rich aroma that Arthur hoped would entice Merlin. 

After it was cooked, Arthur, holding out the small piece of meat with a hooked talon, coaxed Merlin gently, "Come on, Merlin. I know you don’t feel like eating, but you need to keep your strength up. Just a little, for me?"

Merlin, curled up tightly, peeked out from his cocoon of moss bedding. His usually sharp eyes were dulled by the haze of his heat, and he wrinkled his nose at the sight of the meat.

"M’not hungry," Merlin muttered predictably, turning his face away, the effort of resisting even this small demand seeming monumental.

Arthur leaned closer, his dragon’s breath, as always, carrying the unmistakable scent of flames, warmed Merlin’s ear. “I know you’re not, but you need to eat. Just a few bites, and then you can rest again.” His voice was low, almost a purr, laced with a subtle command that belied the tenderness in his tone and tugged at Merlin’s Omega. 

Merlin hesitated, glancing at the offered food and then back at Arthur. The connection between them was growing stronger by the day, and though Merlin couldn’t quite place it, he felt compelled to obey. Arthur's presence, as always, was steady, unwavering—a solid anchor during his erratic first heat.

“Just a little,” Merlin whispered, more to himself than to Arthur, before reluctantly taking the piece of meat. As soon as it touched his lips, Arthur’s reassuring warmth seemed to flood through him, making the task of chewing and swallowing more bearable.

“That’s it,” Arthur murmured, watching intently as Merlin managed another bite. “Good. You’re doing so well.”

Merlin’s gaze drifted up to Arthur’s, a flicker of gratitude breaking through the discomfort. “You’re sure eating will help?” he asked, voice small, vulnerable.

Arthur nodded, suddenly realising that the primal instincts he’d always felt to take care of Merlin had always stemmed from the fact that Merlin was always truly his omega. 

“It will. You need your strength for what’s ahead, Merlin. I’ll make sure you get through this.”

With each small bite, Arthur could feel Merlin’s resistance weakening, his trust in Arthur taking root. Merlin didn’t notice the way Arthur’s muscles tensed every time he drew closer, the subtle tightening of his hold whenever Merlin wavered. 

All he knew was that, with Arthur’s gentle encouragement, he could manage this. He could survive this heat.

Day 3

Merlin was leaned into Arthur's embrace, finding solace in his presence. But then suddenly, the boy instinctively bent over again with his naked leaking bum in the air, presenting for what felt like too many times now to his tormented and anguished alpha, who struggled valiantly to maintain his composure. 

“Merlin, I’ve told you to stop that,” Arthur nearly snapped. Was the boy doing this on purpose? But at Merlin’s bewildered expression, Arthur got his answer. No, Merlin was simply controlled by his baser instincts. 

Arthur had raised Merlin, watched him grow from a scrappy, wide-eyed orphan into a strong, clever young sorcerer. He was supposed to protect him, guide him—not crave him like this. Why couldn’t Arthur just be a common beta? But the scent of Merlin’s heat clung to every breath Arthur took, igniting instincts he had no idea what to do with. It’s not like there was an instruction manual for his particular circumstance.

“I’m sorry!” Merlin exclaimed. “I can’t help it.. I-I don’t know why.. It just makes me feel better… Like it’s something I should do.” 

“Well, it doesn’t help me,” Arthur barked at a teary-eyed omega.

Merlin’s eyes widened and his lips quivered, and before Arthur could make a move or say anything else, the boy broke into tears, chest heaving with loud sobs. The rejection from his Omega’s Alpha was horrible, the worst feeling he’d ever felt in his life. Merlin curled in on himself, beside himself with loud sobbing, nearly bawling, and Arthur was utterly flabbergasted. 

Arthur’s Alpha was immediately furious at himself for hurting his little omega so. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, flustered and attempting to backtrack as soothingly as possible. His tail tip brushed Merlin’s hair gently, but Merlin was inconsolable and jerked away. 

“Y-you d-did!” Merlin yelled through his tears. He was glaring spears at Arthur, piercing the dragon right in all his four hearts. “You don’t want anything to do with me! You said you’d help me through my heat, but all you do is lie!”

Now the boy had clearly gone mad.

“Merlin, you know that isn’t true. I have fed you, watched over you, protected you from other alphas,” Arthur tried weakly, but Merlin was shaking his head, face splotchy and red from crying. 

“I’ll make you a salve,” Arthur suggested hastily, and if reptiles could sweat, he’d be sweating buckets. “But that means I’ll have to leave to find healing herbs,” he said, less enthusiastically. 

Merlin shuddered at the thought of Arthur being gone, a cloak of despair draping itself over the boy. “Go,” he spat. You obviously don’t want to be with me, Merlin thought bitterly, as his omega heart broke. Merlin curled into a tiny ball and refused to look at his dragon. 

"Merlin…" Arthur whispered, voice laced with pleading. Hurt shone clearly in his eyes as he gently touched Merlin's head with the tip of his tail. “I’ll try not to take too long, Merlin.” Then he took off.  

Arthur's powerful wings beat through the crisp mountain air as he soared above the rugged peaks and dense forests. The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the landscape, but Arthur's focus remained sharp. His keen eyes scanned the ground below.

After hours of searching, Arthur finally spotted a cluster of pale green leaves nestled in the shadows of a rocky outcrop. He swooped down, landing gracefully on the forest floor. His talons gently plucked the herbs, careful not to damage the precious leaves. With the bundle secured, Arthur took off again, his thoughts solely on Merlin.

By the time he returned to their secluded den, the night had fallen, and the cool air inside was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Merlin's fevered body. Arthur landed softly, massive form approaching the small, makeshift bed where Merlin lay, heaving with every breath he took. Merlin’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of Arthur’s massive wings and approaching talons, his face flushed with the intensity of his heat. "Arthur…" he gasped, voice weak. "What took you?" Despite Arthur not yet having done anything, Merlin felt a calm quickly settle over his nerves. Gods, he needed Arthur’s presence so much. 

"The herbs were scarce and difficult to find, but I'm here now," Arthur replied, deep voice a low rumble as he lay beside Merlin. With his magic, he carefully mixed the herbs and prepared a salve. "I found what I needed to make a cooling salve. This should help bring the fever down."

Merlin nodded faintly, breath shallow as he watched Arthur’s magic work. The dragon’s touch was gentle, reverent, as he spread the cool mixture across Merlin's burning skin with his tail tip. Arthur’s heart clenched at the sight of his omega’s suffering, but he kept his expression calm, determined to bring Merlin some relief.

Arthur waited, watching closely for any sign that the salve was working. Minutes ticked by, but Merlin’s body temperature remained stubbornly high, his discomfort unchanged. Arthur’s jaw tightened, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior.

“It’s… not helping, is it?” Merlin whispered so softly that if it weren’t for Arthur’s super-hearing, he wouldn’t have caught it.

Arthur shook his head, tail tip still resting on Merlin’s arm. “No, it’s not,” he admitted, the words bitter on his tongue. “But I won’t stop until I find something that does. I promise you, Merlin.”

Merlin managed a small smile, eyes filled with a trust that made Arthur’s heart ache. “I know, Arthur. I know you won’t, because you love me.”

Arthur's heart clenched at Merlin’s words. His tail tip gently curled around Merlin’s arm, a subtle display of the securing instincts he was struggling to contain. “I do love you,” Arthur sighed, his voice low and rough with emotion. “More than you can imagine. And that’s why I won’t let anything harm you. Not even me.”

Merlin’s smile grew a little wider, eyes softening as he leaned into Arthur’s side. “You’re not harming me, Arthur. You’re protecting me. I trust you with everything I have.”

Arthur vowed silently to himself that he would be the alpha Merlin needed—not just in strength, but in patience, love, and understanding. And when the time was right, when Merlin was ready, Arthur would be there to claim him, not just as an alpha, but as the one who loved him more than life itself. He knew love meant more than giving in to those primal urges—it meant being patient, putting Merlin's needs above his own desires.

As Merlin drifted into a restless sleep, Arthur stayed by his side, mind racing with the next steps he needed to take. His alpha instincts roared within him, urging him to protect, to care, to do whatever it took to help relieve his omega. To claim. But claiming Merlin was not an option.  

Day 4 

Arthur’s alpha instincts warred with his draconic sense of duty. The Alpha within him was bellowing to claim what was his by right. Yet, how could he allow himself to even consider it? Merlin was his —his treasure, his charge, his family.

And now, his omega, a traitorous voice whispered. 

Arthur’s massive frame trembled as he paced the cavern, large talons digging into the stone floor. The possessiveness thrummed in his veins, demanding that he take what was offered, that he soothe Merlin’s suffering in the only way nature allowed. 

But the very thought of doing so made guilt claw at him, threatening to choke him. He’d protected Merlin for so long, raised him like his own, and now he was battling a desire that felt wrong even as it burned brighter.

“Arthur?” Merlin’s voice was soft, laced with uncertainty. Arthur was usually glued to his side. 

Arthur’s heart ached, a deep, painful throb that matched the gnawing hunger in his gut. He lowered himself beside Merlin, wings folding in tight. 

“I never wanted this for you,” the dragon rumbled in his deep voice, hoarse with the struggle to keep control. You weren’t supposed to be a sweet charming little omega. You weren’t supposed to come into my life and tempt me so. “You deserve a simple, happy life, not… not this torment.”

Merlin let out a tiny whine that sounded a lot like a moan in response, the sound sending a rush of heat straight through Arthur’s core. In times like these, he was glad he was mostly lying down so that the boy could not see his mortifying erections and witness in what ways Arthur was being affected. The boy would not understand. It was maddening—the way that sound ignited something primal and possessive inside him. He clenched his jaw, fighting back the urge to lose himself completely, to give in to every wild instinct that screamed for him to take what was his.

"I feel so hot, Arthur. Like, I need to be filled.." Merlin was squirming again, face flushed red. "Please, help me."

Arthur took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to control his urges. "Merlin, I... I need to step outside for a moment. I need to clear my head."

Merlin nodded, confusion and bewilderment in his eyes. "Okay, Arthur. Just... don't go too far."

As if that’s even a possibility, Arthur thought. Arthur gave him a reassuring smile, even though his mind was in turmoil. He got up while Merlin was doubled over in another bout of heat and stepped outside the cavern, the cold air hitting him like a splash of water. He needed to sort through his feelings, to understand how to navigate this new, complicated aspect of their relationship.

As he paced outside, Arthur couldn't deny the intense pull he felt toward Merlin. It was primal, powerful, and utterly confusing. He had to find a way to protect Merlin, to be there for him without crossing boundaries. The bond they shared was precious, and Arthur was determined to ensure that it remained strong, no matter what.

Returning to the cavern a few minutes later, Arthur found Merlin huddled by the fire, looking vulnerable and lost. He steeled himself, vowing to protect Merlin through this difficult time. "I'm back, Merlin. And I'm not going anywhere."

Merlin looked up, watery eyes full of trust and gratitude. "Thank you, Arthur. I don't know what I would do without you. I’m in so much pain.." 

Merlin was quietly weeping, looking so dishevelled. His damp hair was tangled and matted, his naked body trembling. He looked as if he’d given up entirely, broken down by the weight of despair and abandonment. 

The once-bright spark in his eyes had dulled, replaced by a hollow, defeated expression that spoke of utter surrender, like a flame that had been snuffed out, leaving only cold ash behind. Merlin’s final hope in Arthur as the metaphorical Knight in Shining Armor had been dashed. I guess I am the damsel in distress, after all, Merlin thought miserably. His hope in Arthur had been a fragile thread, and it had snapped, leaving Merlin flailing about in a dark ocean of doom, now an omega with no deliverer in sight. 

He remembered how he and Arthur had joked about him being a damsel in distress when he was nine, how Arthur had said he preferred his humans with more spunk. Meaning Arthur would’ve preferred him as an alpha. Obviously. It was clear his omega status caused Arthur stress. Arthur was always so stiff and tense nowadays, as if waiting for Merlin to finally shatter into a million pieces. Arthur was always looking at him with an unreadable expression in his dark eyes. Like he was… hungry? Had Arthur eaten at all since his heat?

Seeing Merlin so devastated caused a primal, shielding instinct to flare within Arthur. Abandoned by his alpha, Arthur’s Alpha snarled viciously at him. Arthur shut him out. Instead, Arthur sat beside Merlin, wrapping a protective wing around Merlin’s trembling form, but Merlin was too far lost in the haze of his heat to notice. The omega shivered, curling in on himself as another wave of discomfort hit him.

“We’ll figure this out together, Merlin. I promise.” Arthur’s deep, rumbling voice was gentle, a stark contrast to his imposing presence. He nudged his tail against Merlin’s cheek, trying to get him to focus. “Have you eaten anything today? You need to keep your strength up.”

Merlin shook his head weakly, refusing to meet Arthur’s eyes. “Not hungry,” he muttered, voice shaky and strained. “What about you, Arthur? I haven’t seen you eat..” The scent of Merlin’s heat was overwhelming to Arthur’s senses, but he pushed it aside. Merlin’s well-being came first.

“Dragons don’t need to eat all the time,” Arthur snorted dismissively. It was true. Dragons really only needed to eat one large meal a month like he had the day right before Merlin's heat, but like humans, they often indulged more frequently out of a craving for that hedonic satisfaction only a delectable snack could provide.

Arthur sighed softly. “But growing boys do.” Concern laced his every word as he rumbled, “Eat more of your veggies and greens. You said it was good for humans.” The dragon motioned with a sharp talon toward the neat pile of berries, mushrooms, apples, strawberries, and some veggies that he’d carefully stacked in front of the knapsack in a neat pile, just the way Merlin always seemed to prefer it. 

Merlin turned his head away, the very thought of food making his stomach twist. “I don’t want it,” he whispered, voice cracking as he tried to resist the tears welling up in his eyes. His heat made everything feel wrong—too hot, too intense, too overwhelming. The last thing he wanted was to eat.

Arthur’s heart ached at the sight of his omega in such distress. He leaned in closer, lowering his head until his breath brushed against Merlin’s ear. “I know it’s hard right now, Merlin, my little omega. I know everything feels unbearable, but you need to eat, even if it’s just a little. Your body's working overtime, and if you don’t get some food in you, it’ll only get worse.”

Merlin sniffled, a few tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. “Why do you even care?” he mumbled bitterly. “You’re not my alpha...”

Arthur’s jaw tightened at those words, but he kept his voice steady. “Whether you believe it or not, I care because I’m still your guardian. And right now, you need someone to take care of you.” His tone softened even more as he coaxed, “Just a few bites, Merlin. For me?”

Merlin hesitated, eyes darting to the food before quickly looking away again. Arthur could sense the internal struggle—the stubborn resistance clashing with the undeniable pull of his omega instincts telling him to listen, to trust in his alpha, to obey. 

Arthur gently lifted a piece of the fire-roasted and liberally seasoned meat, holding it out near Merlin’s lips. “Please, Merlin. I’m not going anywhere until you eat something. I promise you’ll feel a little better once you do.”

The omega’s breaths came in shallow pants, his body instinctively leaning toward the scent of the food despite his reluctance. He finally gave in, parting his lips just enough for Arthur to slide the meat into his mouth with his talon. The rich flavour hit his tongue, and though he didn’t want to admit it, it did ease some of the gnawing emptiness in his stomach.

“Good, that’s it,” Arthur murmured soothingly. He gently stroked Merlin’s back with the edge of a wing, encouraging him to take another bite. “We’ll get through this, I promise. You’re not alone.”

Merlin’s body ached with discomfort, skin feverish and flushed as the heat roiled within him. 

“Is this how all my heats will go?” Merlin lamented fearfully. “Because I can’t keep doing this. I need to.. I need to find an alpha." Arthur’s chest tightened at Merlin’s words, a possessive growl rumbling deep in his throat before he could stop it, but Merlin, lost in heat, thankfully didn’t hear. Merlin murmured, knees up, "I won't bond with them more than with you, I just know it. That would be impossible.” 

The crackling warmth of the fire couldn’t soothe the agitation gnawing at Merlin’s insides. Everything felt too much—the light, the scents, the air itself pressing down on him. He could barely manage his few bites of the goat, his appetite dwindling as his misery grew.

Realizing Merlin had given up eating, Arthur continued in a low and coaxing tone, “Just a few more bites.” He pushed the foraged foods closer, offering a slice of crisp apple first. “I know you’re not hungry, but you’ll feel better with something fresh in your stomach.”

Merlin whimpered, hugging his knees even closer to his chest as more slick poured from him, moaning in pain and desire, eyes glassy. But Arthur’s steady gaze and the warmth of his presence kept him grounded. “I can’t, Arthur… I feel sick.”

“I know, I know,” Arthur murmured, pressing his tail tip lightly against Merlin’s cheek in a comforting touch. “Just try for me, yeah? A few berries, maybe some mint—it’ll help settle that churning in your belly.” 

Reluctantly, Merlin reached for the slice, biting into it slowly. The burst of tart sweetness filled his mouth, a contrast to the forlorn thoughts swirling in his mind. As he chewed, the crisp texture grounded him, offering a momentary escape from the hectic heat.

Arthur watched intently, his vigilant instincts flaring with each small bite Merlin managed. He could see the way Merlin’s body tensed with discomfort, and it tugged at something deep inside him—something fierce and instinctively possessive.

“There you go, just like that,” Arthur praised softly. Merlin couldn’t finish the entire apple, but he got halfway. “Good boy. You did so well, Merlin. I love you.”

The praise sent a shiver through Merlin (and more slick wetting the moss below), but the reassurance of Arthur’s love was grounding, too—steady and reassuring. He took a few more bites, nibbling at the lion’s mane mushroom that Arthur had offered with such care, and he savoured its distinctive lobster-like taste.

When Merlin finally finished his meal, his eyes drooped with exhaustion, his belly the most filled since his heat began, though only still half-filled. It was enough. As Merlin melted into his moss, now warm and dry after a whispered spell from his dragon, Arthur curled shelteringly around him, safeguarding him with one leathery wing. 

“See? Not so bad, was it?” Arthur’s tone was gentle, but there was a note of firm authority beneath it—the kind that always made Merlin feel safe. Merlin’s head lolled against Arthur’s side, his breathing evening out at last as the food took the edge off his misery. 

“Thanks… for making me eat,” he mumbled sleepily, the tension in his body easing slightly. Even with the meal, his body still looked more haggard than ever, and it hadn’t even been a full week yet with his heat. Despite this, the comfort of being wrapped up in his alpha’s warmth was enough to let him finally doze off, trusting that Arthur would keep watch.

As Merlin slipped into a sporadic sleep, Arthur kept vigil, his instincts buzzing with an urgency that only grew stronger as Merlin’s scent continued to intensify. The protectiveness, the possessiveness—it was all harder to hold back, especially now. But he reminded himself of the promise he’d made—to be what Merlin needed, and to protect Merlin from anything—even himself, no matter what.

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Days 5-7

Merlin, who had always been so lively, full of warmth and light, was now reduced to a shadow of himself. His once-bright eyes dimmed with anguish, plush lips quivering as he tried to hold back more tears. He now had heavy dark circles under his eyes, due to continuous stress and crying, no doubt. It shattered Arthur’s heart to see Merlin looking so forlorn and pitiful, every tear like a dagger twisting in the dragon’s chest. The defeated way he curled in on himself made Arthur feel like the air had been knocked out of him. 

Arthur crouched down beside him, his eyes glowing with concern. "Merlin..." his voice was barely a whisper, thick with emotion. But there was nothing he could do. Before arriving to the mountains, young Arthur faced countless battles, fought against powerful magical enemies, had been sent by his father to war with other dragon colonies, but nothing had ever made him feel so utterly helpless as seeing his omega in such despair. Merlin, that omega with such alpha energy, now looked so small, so fragile in that moment, like all the fight had drained out of him, leaving only the raw ache of loneliness and sadness behind. 

It tore at Arthur’s very soul, a deep and painful guilt gnawing at him for not being able to help. Shamefully, all he wanted was to sink into Merlin’s delicious heat and knot him, give him what his omega so desperately craved. But Arthur would never allow himself to do so.

Merlin's heat intensified over the next few days, and the scent of his slick became near impossible to ignore. He was writhing on his makeshift bed that was soaked and downright slimy, tears streaming down his face as he cried out in need. Each night Arthur cast a cleaning spell on the nest and Merlin, but too soon it was soaked again. Merlin’s slender body was burning up, and the ache within him only grew stronger. The young omega had no idea how to deal with these overwhelming sensations, and his mind was clouded with confusion and desperation.

"Arthur," Merlin whimpered, voice trembling as he reached out with a shaky hand. 

Arthur lay beside him, hearts breaking at the sight of Merlin in such distress. "I'm here, Merlin," he murmured. The dragon gently wiped the tears from Merlin's cheeks with his tail tip, the touch tender but laced with the tension of his own struggle to stay in control. 

Merlin gripped Arthur’s tail like a lifeline. "Don’t leave me, Arthur," he pleaded, small voice fearful. “Don’t leave me again. For anything,” he whispered. “We—we have everything we need right here. It hurts worse when you leave. I just need you touching me.”

"I will not leave again," Arthur vowed, voice firm and full of conviction. "I’m with you, Merlin. I’ll always be with you." Arthur pressed his side closer to his little omega as Merlin shuddered and moaned loudly.

“That feels nice, Arthur, keep doing that,” Merlin whined, once again getting on all fours. Arthur stiffened but pressed in closer as Merlin began to grind his bum on Arthur’s chest, making tiny noises and sighs. Arthur initially tried to keep his distance, but clearly his self-control was slipping bit by bit. The sweet, intoxicating scent of Merlin's slick filled the cavern day and night, driving his alpha instincts to the brink of insanity.

“More,” Merlin moaned, “please Arthur, give me more. That feels so good.”

Arthur patted Merlin’s back placatingly with his tail. “That’s quite enough, little omega,” he said in a strained, gruff voice. Arthur’s entire body was burning up as he throbbed with want. You will be the end of me, Merlin. 

Merlin whined low and disappointedly. “But that made me feel better..” 

Arthur snorted. “Of course it did.” He mussed Merlin’s damp hair affectionately with a tail tip. 

“You always used to nuzzle me. Why did you stop?" Merlin’s voice held a note of vulnerability, clearly affected by the change in Arthur's behavior.

Arthur's sheepish grin softened as he looked at Merlin, large eyes filled with fondness. "Because, love," the young dragon said, voice gentle yet teasing, "You smell—like heat, and it's driving me a little bit bonkers."

Merlin's eyes widened, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Oh…" he mumbled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else entirely, something that made his heart race just a little faster. He knew he smelled. He smelt it the first day of his heat. He should’ve expected that Arthur, with a far keener nose, would be much more affected by it than he was. Merlin crawled over to Arthur and nestled close under his wing. 

Arthur had been extra fidgety, but Merlin, lost in the haze of his heat, barely noticed. Now and then, Merlin gave him a strange look, with a new intensity in those red-rimmed eyes that seemed to see right through the dragon. Arthur stared back, unyielding, refusing to be intimidated by an omega, even as pangs of guilt flickered in his chest.

“You smell very strong, Merlin,” Arthur said awkwardly during one of their staring matches. 

“So why have no alphas come get me?” Merlin countered in a restless whine.

Arthur no longer went on hunts, only short patrols to keep other alphas away. He had told Merlin he was scouting for alphas. This was not a lie. He sent out threatening flames, effectively scaring off more than a few unlucky human alphas that had wandered in too closely after catching wind of Merlin’s mouthwatering scent. They must’ve been aware the mountains, and therefore the omega on the mountains, belonged to Arthur. What utter buffoons. 

“Any alpha worth your time would be here right now,” was all he said. 

Arthur knew it'd be wiser for his senses if he were to sleep away from Merlin, at least to regain some composure, yet he could not bring himself to do so in fear that some other alpha might chance upon Merlin in his helpless state and claim him. The idea of that ever happening in his lifetime made the dragon see red. Merlin was his omega, and he’d torch to a burnt crisp any alpha who dared look at Merlin with intent.

Arthur's humongous reptilian form had become a looming presence in the cavern. He tried to give Merlin space, but the sight of the smaller boy in such distress was unbearable when he knew exactly what Merlin needed. It took every ounce of his willpower to hold himself back.

Merlin, through his tears and haze of need, noticed Arthur's internal struggle, how agitated he was. "Arthur," he whimpered, voice trembling, "what's wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" 

Arthur took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he looked at Merlin’s anguished expression. The boy’s distress was almost unbearable to witness, and Arthur's protective instincts flared uncontrollably. He knew the relief Merlin sought was something he, as an alpha, could provide, but the gravity of what this would mean for their bond and their entire lives pressed heavily upon him.

“Merlin,” Arthur said, low and strained, “it’s just… seeing you like this, it’s hard for me. I want to help you, but I’m afraid of crossing a line. You’re so vulnerable right now, and I—” He stopped, struggling to find the right words.

Merlin’s eyes, brimming with tears, searched Arthur’s face as he crawled over his scaly arms. “But you said you’d stay with me, Arthur. You said you’d help me through this. Why does it feel like you’re holding back?”

Arthur took a deep shuddering breath. “Your body’s reacting because it recognises me as an alpha, but you don’t fully understand what that means yet.” He knew full well that his alpha could provide the physical and emotional relief Merlin needed, yet he was paralyzed by fear. The thought of taking advantage of Merlin’s vulnerability continued to torment him. Merlin, who was still very much a pup.

“I… I didn’t tell you everything last week,” Arthur finally admitted, voice trembling. “I should have. I am an alpha, Merlin.”

Merlin’s eyes widened in shock, sudden realisation dawning on him as he scrambled to his feet. This explained so much, why he couldn’t leave Arthur alone, why Arthur’s scent was suddenly so tantalising, addicting, even. “You’re an alpha? But… why didn’t you tell me before?” Merlin rasped, his heart quickening even more.

Guilt flashed over Arthur’s draconic features. “I didn’t want to overwhelm you or make you feel pressured. I wanted you to understand what was happening to you without the added weight of knowing what it meant for us.”

Merlin’s voice wavered with a mix of confusion, and now for the first time in a long time, hope. “So… you’re saying you can help me, but you’re just scared? What happened to being brave?" Merlin teased, voice thick with barely contained lust. He was now looking at Arthur with a smoldering gaze, daring him to close the distance between them and claim what was rightfully his.

Arthur’s lips curled into a smirk. “Scared? Me?” He scoffed, giving Merlin a disdainful look. “I just didn’t want you crying when you realised what you’d gotten yourself into, you little brat. I can handle you, don’t worry.” He leaned in closer, his fiery dragon breath smelling like the aftermath of a lightning strike, with a puff of smoke trailing from his nostrils. In a teasing tone, laced with a hint of something deeper, Arthur rumbled seriously, “But it’s you who should be scared, Merlin. I just—” He paused, eyes searching Merlin’s face. “I want to make sure that whatever happens, it’s something you’re ready for. I want to be the one to help you, but I need to know that you’re okay with it too, and that you fully understand what you’re doing—” Then he hissed bitterly, cutting himself off. “But I know that’s impossible in your state. You’d happily give it away to any alpha.” He spat this last part venomously. 

Arthur knew he wasn’t in his right mind, either. If he was, he would never even consider knotting his little Merlin. The idea used to be unthinkable. But now.. now it was all he could think about day and night. He was furious at himself for not having the strength to leave Merlin be, to guard Merlin from afar, or better yet, to find Merlin a suitable human alpha. He hated himself for being so selfish, but he couldn’t help being possessive over Merlin. He knew it was a dragon thing. Merlin had always been his sole treasure to guard, from the moment he was dumped on his mountains. Merlin was the best treasure anyone could ever have. He wasn’t going to lose him to a stranger. 

Merlin’s eyes widened at Arthur’s words, hurt flashing across his face. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady his emotions. "You know that’s not true," Merlin replied angrily. "I told you before, Arthur. No matter what, no other alpha could ever compare to you. Our bond is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone." His gaze locked onto Arthur’s, a mix of sorrow and determination in his eyes. "Don’t ever doubt that again, please,” he whispered, moving to kiss Arthur’s snout. 

He continued, “If you’re the one who can help me, then I want that. I’m just so lost right now.” Merlin's body trembled, slick leaking more profusely now. "Please, Arthur. It hurts so much. I don't know what to do. If you know what to do, then do it, please." Merlin reached out a shaky hand to grab at Arthur’s large talon. Arthur yanked it away, as if burned.

Merlin’s eyes widened in shame. Arthur must think he was ridiculous. Making a mess in the cave, in his bed, like some wild animal. Merlin whimpered and curled in on himself, crying.   

Arthur felt his resolve crumbling. He wanted to leave, to run away and spare Merlin from whatever black hole he knew they would fall into if he stayed, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving his omega alone in a cave during his heat. 

As he had explained to Merlin a few days ago, he couldn’t leave. He felt an insistent need to claim Merlin as his own. The desire was deeply ingrained into his very cellular makeup, woven into the very fabric of his being. Every fibre of his body throbbed with it, a primal need so potent and raw that it eclipsed all rational thought. Instincts as ancient as the fabric of the universe itself pulsed through his blood and veins like molten lava. It pressed down on him like an unstoppable tidal wave, threatening to drown him in its sheer magnitude.

With a growl of frustration, Arthur transformed into a smaller dragon, now only eight feet tall, more manageable but still powerful. Merlin looked up, eyes wider than Arthur had ever seen them. “I didn’t know you could do that,” he croaked. 

Arthur approached Merlin cautiously, eyes filled with both concern and raw, unfiltered need. "Merlin, if I stay, I might not be able to control myself," the dragon warned, voice strained. "But I can't leave you like this. You're my omega, and I need to protect you."

Merlin gasped. “S-so, does that mean, you’re my alpha then?” 

Arthur chuffed, his breath hitching at Merlin’s question, resolve hanging by a thread. He could see the mixture of hope and fear in Merlin’s wide, luminous eyes, and it tugged at something deep within him. The possessiveness he’d kept carefully restrained roared to life, demanding he claim what was his. But he forced himself to stay calm, even as every fibre of his being screamed to answer the call of his omega. 

“Yes,” Arthur finally admitted, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in his chest. “I’m your alpha. And you’re my omega. You always have been.” His words held a weight that neither of them could deny, a truth that had always been there beneath the surface.

“I knew it,” Merlin whispered shakily, a tiny smile spreading across his flushed face. He reached out, delicate fingers brushing against Arthur's scaled cheek. "I trust you, Arthur. I need you.” Inching closer, he whimpered, “Please, help me, Alpha."

Arthur's heart pounded in his chest as he made his decision. He would stay, but he would be careful, gentle. He would help Merlin through his heat without losing control. Taking a deep breath, he moved closer, reptilian body radiating warmth as he wrapped himself around Merlin.

"Okay," Arthur murmured, voice soothing. "I'll help you. I'll take care of you, my little omega."

Merlin clung to Arthur’s neck, body trembling in the dragon's embrace as he leaked more than ever in preparation for relief that was now very near. "Thank you, Arthur," he gasped, voice overflowing with relief. 

With a final deep breath, Arthur allowed his alpha instincts to guide him. He began to nuzzle Merlin gently, touches soft and reassuring. Merlin's cries softened as Arthur's presence soothed him, the dragon's warmth and familiar scent providing comfort.

"Merlin," Arthur said softly, "this is going to be intense, but I promise to be gentle."

Merlin nodded. "I know, Arthur. I trust you." He had no idea what Arthur could possibly do to him that would be so intense, but he was just glad that at least one of them knew what they were doing. Arthur's heart swelled with a mix of care and tenderness. Merlin moved to faceplant in the slick-sogged moss, once again presenting his bottom to Arthur, submitting to his alpha. 

Fuck, Arthur thought. Unbidden, the dragon’s cock protruded, twitching. His little pup looked so delicious, so fucking delectable. “Please, Arthur..” Merlin didn’t even know what he was asking for. He just instinctively knew that here was his strong alpha, and Arthur had promised to help. Merlin’s breath came in short gasps. 

Arthur dragged his thick, purple-grey forked tongue slowly up Merlin's thighs, leaving a cool stripe in its wake. Merlin trembled, his strong chest heaving. “Please, Arthur! Oh gods, that feels good,” he gasped. This was the most comfort Merlin had felt up to this point during his wretched heat. 

The dragon began lapping at Merlin’s slick, his own cock now fully unsheathed. Arthur was lost in the aroma of slick, so much slick, and on his tongue. He was in heaven. Slowly Arthur’s tongue began lapping at Merlin’s twitching hole, breathing in the sweet-smelling scent of honey-slick, and Merlin moaned loudly and began pouring seemingly neverending lubricant. 

“Gods Arthur! Yes, yes, more!” Merlin had his forehead resting on his forearms as he pushed towards Arthur, giving breathy little moans and whines. “More, more.. Arthur please, I need more.” As do I, Arthur thought privately to himself. Merlin soon backed up towards him until Arthur's snout was touching Merlin’s bum. At the touch, Merlin groaned loudly. 

Merlin’s eyes suddenly snapped open as he realized what that empty feeling was. “In, Arthur, I need it in! F-fuck, I need you inside me! I need to be filled, Arthur, Arthur, I feel so empty!” Merlin was crying again. 

Arthur’s forked tongue was big and it may as well have been a cock. He pushed the tip inside Merlin and Merlin was crying out again, weeping in ecstasy. Arthur thrust his tongue in and out, mimicking what he would have done if he were actually inside the boy. Thoughts of being inside Merlin made Arthur dribble precum and his thoughts went hazy with desire.

But Merlin turned to him, eyes wide. “Not enough, Arthur, more..” Merlin caught a whiff of Arthur’s unsheathed cock, the full-bodied musky scent of it. He eyed it hungrily. Arthur’s musk smelled so utterly intoxicating. Merlin spun agilely so that he was on his back, slender legs up. He looked at Arthur with half-lidded eyes, expression dazed and glassy, as if he were lost in a drugged stupor.

“Put it in me, Arthur,” he whined—begged. “Please, Alpha..” 

Arthur was a little taken aback, but lowered his head to resume with his tongue. Merlin sat up, pushing his alpha away. “Stop, stop.” 

Arthur looked hurt. “What on earth do you think you are doing?”

Merlin crawled towards Arthur, forcing the fearsome dragon on his haunches. Merlin looked up at Arthur with devilish, mischievous eyes. “Helping you,” he purred, licking his lips.  

Then he lowered his head and began to suck on Arthur’s large, leaking pink appendage. Arthur jolted, a low groan of pleasure escaping him. Arthur was so big Merlin couldn’t get it all in his mouth, but the omega tried. He licked and sucked on the sides, whimpering and moaning lewdly. Arthur’s precum was sweet and salty. The teen hummed his approval. His tongue and mouth were sloppy and inexperienced, but he used his hands to massage and rub on the parts his young mouth couldn’t reach. 

Arthur didn't last long. Too soon he was spilling bitter, metallic-tasting cum in Merlin's mouth, but Merlin ravenously swallowed it down as if it were the best-tasting honey he’d ever tasted, before he glanced up at his alpha with lustful, calculating eyes. There was a slight blush on his face, but a light of triumph in his eyes. He knew he’d won. 

Despite having just climaxed, Arthur felt his cock already hardening at the sight of his naked unclaimed omega looking at him under his lashes like that. When Merlin again presented himself, the remainder of Arthur’s self-control was out the window. He laid his lean heavy body over the boy and teased Merlin’s opening with his tapered cockhead. 

“Oh gods, yes, Arthur..!” Merlin cried. Merlin tried wriggling his ass but Arthur pinned down his lower body. 

Arthur growled, “What do you want, little Omega?”

“You! My alpha!” Merlin wailed, frustrated tears streaming down his young face.

Arthur sucked in a breath, his chest tightening. What am I doing? Moving away from Merlin, Arthur grimaced, lying down. This wasn’t right. He didn’t have to enter his omega.. “Or you are simply in heat.” 

Merlin cried out, frustration and desperation in his voice. “What do you mean?” he ululated. “Yes, I’m in heat, you dollophead! Please, Arthur, you’re the only one in the world I trust to help me with this.”

Arthur’s heart ached at the sight of Merlin’s tears, his resolve weakening. “Merlin,” he huffed, voice softer now, “you don’t understand. Being in heat, it changes things. You might think you want this now, but...”

Merlin’s sobs grew louder, his body shaking with need and despair. “I don’t care about any of that! I just know that I’m hurting, and you can make it better. Please, Arthur. I need you. I won’t regret it! Please, how could I? I could never regret you..”

“Merlin, if we do this, it’s not just about the heat,” Arthur tried to argue, struggling to keep his voice steady, but already knowing he was fighting an uphill battle. “It’s about claiming you, making you mine. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Merlin nodded vehemently. “I thought I was already yours, clotpole.”

Arthur managed a half-hearted chuckle. “I don’t appreciate all the sudden name-calling. But of course, my young treasure. But this would be more. You would be mine in both body and soul.” And I would be yours. 

Merlin snorted. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you, Arthur. I need you.” Prior to the heat, Merlin had seen Arthur as merely an older brother, true. After all, Arthur was a godsdamn dragon. And Merlin was a child. 

But now, Merlin was seeing their past relationship in a whole new light, as if someone had removed blinders. He saw it all so clearly. His Alpha had rescued him, taken care of him, raised him when he’d been left for dead. Arthur kept him alive in cold winter nights, slept curled protectively around him like an alpha, provided him a goddamn nest not to mention gifts every year after that first solstice, tended to him when he fell ill. It was always Arthur. And now, just his luck that Arthur would be an Alpha, too. His alpha. 

“You’ve been playing the Alpha role my whole life, why stop now?” Merlin asked softly, wiping away another tear. “I need you, not anyone else. I wouldn’t want any other alpha.. I’m already yours in all the ways that matter. And I promise you, this,” he gestured to himself and Arthur, “my feelings for you, will never change. I will never regret you, not for one second, as long as I live.” Merlin held Arthur's gaze, eyes glowing with a fierce intensity, burning with a blue fire—the hottest and most unyielding color of flame. Every word he spoke carried the weight of unshakable conviction.

Arthur could see the honesty in Merlin’s gaze and was taken aback by his tone, the unwavering devotion and love of his little omega unmistakable. He couldn’t bear to see his omega suffer any longer. Taking a deep breath, he made his decision.

“Alright, Merlin,” he said, deep voice a mix of warmth and resolve. “I’ll help you. I promise to be gentle, and if at any moment you want me to stop, you tell me. Do you understand?”

Merlin’s face lit up. “I understand. Thank you, Arthur! Thank you so much!”

“We’ll take this slow,” Arthur murmured, ashy draconic breath warm against Merlin’s heated skin. “I’m going inside now.”

“Okay,” Merlin said, voice shaky with desire. 

Arthur touched the tip of his pink penis, now a less daunting size, to Merlin’s sopping bum. It was still big like he knew omegas preferred, but not uncomfortably so. When he whispered a spell to stretch Merlin, Merlin let out a loud, aroused whimper, urging him on hushedly. Arthur leaned down and, with a small toothy smile on his otherwise fearsome face, fondly nuzzled Merlin behind the ear where his omega scent gland was. After the omega was thoroughly stretched, Arthur lined up his tapered penis to Merlin’s tiny bum. His penis slowly pushed inside. “Tell me if this hurts,” he gruffly commanded. 

Merlin nodded in assent. He gasped as he felt the stretch, his omega body adjusting quickly to his alpha’s impressive size. The pressure was intense, almost overwhelming at first, and he clung to Arthur’s snout on the side of his face, burying the other side of his face in the moss, but his slick eased the sensation, turning what could have been pain into something far more bearable—something even pleasurable. His body, so attuned to his alpha, seemed to know exactly what it needed, and the slick flowed freely, coating Arthur and making the intrusion smoother, more natural.

“Oh,” Merlin breathed. A delicious heat slowly spread through Merlin’s core as the initial discomfort gave way to a sense of fullness, a completion that resonated deep within him. It was like his body was welcoming Arthur, instinctively recognizing that this was what it had craved, what it was made for. The slick wasn’t just easing the stretch—it was a response to the undeniable rightness of finally being claimed by his dragon, his alpha. He gasped, voice trembling as he whispered, "Arthur… this… it feels… so right." His fingers clutched at Arthur. "I didn’t know it could be like this… like I was always meant to be yours."

Arthur's breath hitched at Merlin's words, heart swelling with a possessive pride that only deepened his resolve to take care of his omega. "That’s because you are mine, Merlin," he assured, in a low, rumbling growl. "And I’m yours. This is where you belong—with me, by my side. I’ll never let you go."

Each slow, deliberate movement sent shivers of pleasure up Merlin’s spine, his breath hitching as he adjusted, the burn now mingled with a heady warmth that made his thoughts blur. His senses were overwhelmed—every inch of him felt alive, buzzing with the awareness of Arthur inside him, of how perfectly they fit together.

“So good, Arthur, so good.. Gods yes…!” The fullness, the stretch, and the slick… It was all getting to Merlin’s head. He couldn’t think straight. 

Merlin’s tight warmth wrapped around Arthur's virgin cock, and it was nothing short of pure bliss for the alpha. The sensation was overwhelming—soft, slick, and perfectly snug—like nothing the dragon had ever imagined. The feeling of being so deeply connected to Merlin, of finally claiming him in the most intimate way, sent shockwaves of pure pleasure crashing through Arthur's whole body, making it difficult to maintain control.

His instincts roared at him to move, to lose himself in the heat of their connection. But he forced himself to hold back, to restrain the primal urges that screamed for release. Every muscle in his powerful frame tensed as he fought the urge to thrust harder, to take what his alpha nature demanded. His movements were stilted, slow and deliberate, as he focused on not hurting Merlin, his Mate. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his omega. 

Arthur leaned over, burying his face against Merlin’s neck, once again inhaling the sweet scent of his omega's scent gland as a grounding force. “You feel so perfect,” he grunted, deep voice rough with both adoration and strain. 

His breath was ragged, muscles trembling from holding back the urge to rut into that tight warmth with abandon. The need to fill, to claim, burned in his chest, but Arthur couldn’t bring himself to give in fully.

“Faster, Arthur!” Merlin cried, needing release. His omega’s plea jostled him. A deep, guttural growl rumbled in Arthur’s chest, vibrating through Merlin as they remained connected. With a surge of magical energy, Arthur’s body responded in the only way it knew how in order to fully satisfy both his omega and himself—he shifted mid-mating, his massive eight-thousand-pound frame shrinking rapidly until he became a smaller, more manageable form—only a few hundred pounds.

Merlin yelped in surprise at the sudden change, his wide eyes blinking in confusion as he felt the transformation ripple through Arthur’s body. The transformation was seamless, yet its jarring nature sent a shiver down Merlin’s spine. One moment, he’d been overwhelmed by the sheer size and presence of his dragon, and now, this smaller form, while still undeniably powerful, felt more intimate, almost comforting in its closeness. Arthur’s new form allowed him to curl closer around Merlin, cradling him with more precision and gentleness.

Merlin, face pressed into the moss, grasped Arthur’s panting, open jaw and teeth with one hand, while his other gripped the bedding tightly. Arthur was more nimble now, better able to adjust to Merlin’s needs without overwhelming him, but his raw, primal energy was still there—simply contained, focused.

Now Arthur moved with smoother, almost feline grace as he continued his careful, deliberate thrusts. He adjusted his pace, speeding up just a bit, all the while ensuring that each thrust was just the right amount of rough and hard without causing pain.

The shift in size brought a new kind of togetherness, as if this form had been chosen specifically for Merlin. The growl in Arthur’s throat deepened as he nuzzled Merlin’s neck, huffing out a moan as a stream of smoke trailed from his nose.

Merlin, panting, found himself arching back into Arthur. He whispered a spell, and immediately, a ripple of energy coursed through his body, like warm liquid fire spreading from his core to his limbs. His skin toughened and his bones felt as if they were reinforced with steel.

Arthur’s dragon senses flared the moment the spell took effect. He could feel the shift in Merlin’s energy, the magic weaving through his body, hardening his skin and bones. A deep, rumbling growl reverberated in his chest as his wings twitched, and a burst of heated breath escaped his nostrils, excitement mingling with awe. 

"You’ve made yourself strong enough for me," Arthur rumbled, voice rough and primal, eyes burning with desire. His tail flicked behind him, the restraint he’d held shattering in an instant. When he began moving in Merlin again, he no longer felt the need to be gentle, knowing that Merlin could take everything he had to give. Arthur’s scaled lips curled into a predatory grin, his dragon instincts fully unleashed. "Now we can truly begin." 

“Yeah! Give me all you’ve got, Alpha!” Merlin quipped, shooting Arthur a challenging smirk. 

Arthur redoubled his efforts, thrusting into Merlin with true abandon, growling passionately. He adjusted his angle, finding the spot that made Merlin cry out, the omega’s back arching as his knees nearly gave way. The warm slick between them made every movement smooth, each thrust met with a squelching noise, each stroke drawing gasps and whines from Merlin, who could barely focus through the haze of his heat.

“Arthur!” Merlin whimpered, voice trembling, half-pleading, half-lost in the sensation. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes hazy with pleasure, and the sight of his alpha’s intense eyes as he thrust with such focus and tenderness only intensified the fire already blazing in Merlin’s chest. Merlin pushed erratically back at him, yelling for faster and harder.

"Easy, love," Arthur rumbled, deep voice affectionate. “I’ve got you.” His words were wrapped up in the possessive edge of a growl. Arthur pressed closer, curling around Merlin, smoky breath hot against the nape of Merlin’s neck as he licked a cool, wet swipe. Merlin shuddered with arousal. The omega could feel the warmth radiating off Arthur’s scales and smell his strong, musky alpha scent. Merlin felt as if he could melt into a jelly puddle and die from how turned on he was. He shuddered in bliss at the feeling of being enclosed by Arthur, every inch of his body tingling with the closeness of his Mate. 

“You… feel so good,” Merlin managed to croak, voice barely a whisper. There was a tremor in his words—part disbelief, part awe. How could something so overwhelmingly pleasurable also feel so flippin’ right? It was so surreal that he half feared it was all simply an impossibly realistic, heat-induced fever dream.

Arthur’s only response was a low growl, vibrating through Merlin’s body as he quickened his pace slightly, hips rolling in perfect rhythm. “You’re mine,” he huffed against Merlin’s too-warm skin, each word punctuated by a thrust. “You’ve always been mine, Merlin.” The possessiveness in his panting was unmistakable, yet it was threaded with something softer—reverence, almost like Arthur himself was also in awe of the fact that Merlin was truly his. 

Merlin’s breath hitched as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level, his body trembling under Arthur’s relentless thrusts. “Yours,” he echoed, as if in a vow. 

The acknowledgment sent a ripple of satisfaction through Arthur, and he couldn’t hold back a pleased growl, the sound vibrating against Merlin’s sensitive skin. Merlin was screaming at him for more, harder, and faster, Arthur having to hold him up. Merlin’s rock-hard penis was dribbling, bubbling at its angry red tip with so much precum. 

“That’s it,” Arthur coaxed, rumbling voice husky, every word dripping with the need to see Merlin completely lost to him. Arthur sped up, just enough to have Merlin howling in rapture. 

Merlin felt a sudden intense, primal desire rise up within him. “Arthur, breed me!” he wailed. “Please, Alpha!”

Arthur himself was filled with a desire to breed his little omega. But he knew Merlin was far too young. Arthur was determined to be the alpha Merlin needed, to honour the trust Merlin had placed in him. He would not breed his omega just yet. 

Arthur held Merlin close to him, resting his face lightly on Merlin’s. “Now, Merlin, what kind of alpha would I be if I just bred you whenever you well felt like it?” he chuckled gently. 

Merlin was sobbing. “Just breed me, please Arthur! I need it! I need your pups!”

“Shh.. Let me feel you climax on my cock, little omega.” The combination of Arthur’s deep voice, the steady rhythm, and the overwhelming sensation of being so completely claimed finally broke through the last of Merlin’s control. With a sob of pleasure, he surrendered fully, letting the waves of bliss wash over him, knowing Arthur was right there, guiding him through every moment. 

Arthur gave a few more thrusts before he felt his cock begin to inflate as he emptied his spunk inside his omega, immediately latching onto Merlin’s neck and biting down with knife-sharp teeth, just enough to draw some blood whilst not hitting any arteries. Merlin’s yelp of surprise quickly turned into loud aroused moans at the sensation and then feel of sudden thick warm liquid spurting inside him, filling him completely. He gasped as a knot began to swell inside him, stretching him to his limits and filling him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a bewildering mix of pressure and pleasure that left him trembling. 

“W-what’s happening?” 

It was as though Arthur’s knot had locked them together, sealing their bond in the most primal way. He could feel the heat spreading through him from where they were joined, and a deep, contented fullness soon made his body instinctively relax around the knot, accepting and welcoming it. The soul connection was undeniable, a merging of bodies and souls that left Merlin breathless, consumed by the sensation of being utterly, irrevocably claimed.

“My cock’s knot is forming as I come inside you, sealing my seed within you,” his alpha explained tenderly, caressing Merlin gently with his snout.

“So you are breeding me?” Merlin exclaimed, jubilant. 

“No. I’ve added my own birth control spell. We are not having pups this rut,” Arthur snorted exasperatedly, rolling both Merlin and himself as he flipped onto his back. Arthur held him close, and Merlin began to pout. Wrapping him up in his wings, Arthur murmured, “Don’t be like that, Merlin. You are so young, merely sixteen. I’m looking out for you and our future clutch.”

But as Arthur continued to pump him with warm pulses of seed, Merlin’s heat-addled mind soon forgot his request, now blissfully lost in the overwhelming sense of belonging to Arthur. Despite the feverish haze still clouding his thoughts, Merlin knew that whether they had pups in their future or not, he felt complete in this moment, connected in a way that went beyond words, and Arthur was absolutely perfect. It was as if every part of him—his body, his instincts, the deepest corners of his heart—had been waiting for this very moment. 

Everything would be okay. 

. . . . .

For the rest of his heat, Merlin was always wickedly insatiable. After two full weeks of heat, the intensity, at last, began to subside, replaced by a sense of peace and overwhelming love and fulfilment between the at-last fully bonded pair. 

After the heat, Merlin and Arthur’s relationship remained largely unchanged, although now and then they would have fits of spontaneous mating. Merlin was a needy omega, after all, and his Mate was only all too eager to please his little omega.

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Summer, Ages 18 | 26

Merlin stood at the edge of the forest, sharp eyes fixed on the distant smoke rising from the chimneys in the village below—the same village that had cast him out as a sacrifice a decade ago, when he was just a frightened and unbearably helpless eight-year-old orphan. He had been at the mercy of the village leaders who couldn’t care less about the boy who no longer had a strong father or mother to defend him. They saw him as just another useless burden on the starving village, another mouth to feed. His payment for all the times he had stolen bread or scraps of food would be his life. 

"This is the most useful that child could ever hope to be," they’d said amongst themselves. They were so sure of their decision “for the good of the village,” they’d proclaimed zealously. 

Now, as a man, he was returning—not as a victim, nor for vengeance, but as Emrys, a name whispered with reverence by the few sorcerers who occasionally crossed his path in the mountains. He had forgiven the villagers long ago. Now he just wanted to go back to his friends, who were like siblings to him. His power thrummed beneath his skin, a constant reminder of how much had changed. The villagers had expected to find bones, if anything at all. Instead, they would see a young man, tall for his age, with eyes that held depths of wisdom and flickers of gold when magic stirred within him.

Are you sure about this? Arthur's concerned voice echoed in his mind. The enormous dragon was circling high above, hidden by clouds of his own making.

Merlin took a deep breath, steadying himself. I have to do this, Arthur. For Gwen and Will. They deserve to know I'm alive. And I miss them.

He could sense Arthur's reluctant agreement. Over the years, Merlin had spoken often of his two friends, the only bright spots in his memories of the village, apart from his loving parents. The thought of seeing them again made his heart race with a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

As he began his descent towards the village, Merlin reflected on his journey from the age of eight to now. He was returning not just as Emrys, but with THE dragon as his Mate. He chuckled to himself, picturing the village leaders’ reactions to this. 

He had communed with ancient spirits, bent the elements to his will, and delved into magical lore older than the mountains themselves. Yet, for all his power, Merlin felt a flicker of the old fear as he approached the familiar gates. He knew no one would recognize him, but would they fear him? Or worse, would they try to cast him out again? Not that they’d be successful, he thought wryly. 

Remember who you are, Merlin, Arthur's reassuring thought came to him. You're no longer the child they abandoned. You're strong, wise, and above all, you're not alone this time. I will deliver my earlier promise of smiting them where they stand if they try anything. 

Merlin rolled his eyes good-humoredly. It won’t come to that, and anyway, I can take care of myself now, you big lug.

Merlin squared his shoulders, drawing strength from the solid presence of his mate that he felt in his mind. "Back to where I once called home," he whispered as he stepped through the old gates again, ready to face whatever reception awaited him. He hoped to be warmly embraced rather than shunned in fear by the two dear childhood friends who had never left his thoughts.

As he walked down the familiar and barely changed dirt paths of the old village, the earth beneath his feet felt soft and worn. The air was thick with the scent of wood smoke and fresh soil, and the low murmur of villagers going about their daily tasks filled the quiet. The buildings, their thatched roofs sagging slightly, stood like old sentinels, unchanged by time, while faded memories clung to every corner. 

Merlin sensed the ripple of surprise that passed through the village. Whispers followed in his wake. Visitors were far and few in his village. He knew that any newcomer was met with suspicion. He kept his gaze forward, focused on his destination—the small house where Gwen had lived, and right next door, where he hoped to find Will. 

The village square bustled with activity as Merlin made his way through the crowd, the air alive with the sounds of merchants haggling, children laughing, and the distant clatter of horse hooves on dusty dirt paths. The vibrant colours of market stalls blurred together as he moved, his heart pounding with each step. Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face, only to realise it wasn't who he was searching for. 

His chest tightened with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. His magic could still sense their energies, vibrant and live and well. He tracked them by a thin golden strand. They must be together then. Suddenly, he spotted them—Gwen and Will, no longer children but young adults, talking animatedly near the village well.

Merlin approached, heart pounding rapidly. "Excuse me," he said softly.

They turned, their eyes widening as they took in his well-put-together appearance. He was exceptionally well-dressed compared to the villagers, muscular, and freshly bathed. Gwen tilted her head. "I'm sorry, but have we met? It’s just that you look so.. familiar.”  Then she flushed, her caramel skin warming with a soft, rosy hue, and quickly added, "Not that I’m saying your face is easy to forget! Not at all, you’ve got a very striking face! Striking in a good way." Her blush deepened, the color spreading across her cheeks as she smiled nervously.

Merlin let out a delighted chuckle. So Gwen was the same sweet, awkward person as she always was. His heart overflowed with warmth. 

Will nodded in rapt agreement. "No, Gwen, I agree! It's strange, but you remind me of someone... an old friend."

Merlin took a deep breath. "That’s because it's me," he said, voice thick with emotion. "Merlin."

For a moment, there was silence. 

Then Gwen gasped, hands flying to her mouth. Almost shrieking, she exclaimed, " Merlin?! But... how? We thought... we thought you were..."

"Dead?" Merlin finished gently. "I know. But I survived. I've been living in the mountains all this time."

Will stared at him in disbelief. "The mountains? But the dragon..."

Merlin smiled fondly. "Arthur—that's the dragon's name—he didn't hurt me. He raised me, protected me. He's my family now, and... more. He’s... he’s my mate.”

Will and Gwen stared at Merlin, their mouths agape. “You’ve been living with a dragon?” Gwen asked, incredulous. “How?”

“And now he’s your mate?” Will nearly choked. “As in, your best mate?”

Merlin chuckled, looking around warily. The villagers were watching the three with undisguised mistrust. “It’s a long story. I’ll catch you two up on everything inside, perhaps?” 

Will and Gwen nodded. “Of course,” Will said, gesturing for Merlin to follow him into his modest home. The interior was warm and inviting despite its small size and worn furniture, a stark contrast to the cold reception Merlin had just received outside.

As the three of them settled into the tiny, shabby kitchen, Merlin found the cosiness of the space a comfort, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

Merlin began recounting his story, starting from the very beginning. “Arthur was more than just a protector to me,” he said, voice trembling slightly. “He raised me like an older brother. During those harsh winter months, when the cold would seep into your bones, Arthur made sure I was warm and well-fed. He hunted for us, bringing back game to keep us nourished, and he found ways to make sure I was safe.”

Will and Gwen listened intently, their faces reflecting a mixture of disbelief and awe. Merlin’s eyes grew distant as he continued, “He kept me alive in ways I never thought possible. When I was ill, he was always there, taking care of me, ensuring I had everything I needed to recover. It was more than just survival; he made me feel valued, cherished.”

As he spoke, Merlin felt a surge of emotion and reached out with his hand, letting sparks shoot from his fingers. The tiny, glowing embers danced in the dim light of the kitchen. Gwen and Will gasped, both jumping back at the occurrence of spontaneous flames. 

“I also have magic,” he said softly, letting the sparks fade. “Arthur knew about my magic and accepted it, nurtured it. It’s a part of me, and it’s tied to everything I am.”

“That’s incredible, Merlin!” Gwen said. 

“Yeah, wow!” Will’s eyes were wide. “That is so cool!”

Gwen placed a hand on Merlin’s arm. “Arthur must be an incredible dragon,” she said quietly. “It sounds like he did more for you than anyone else ever could.”

Merlin nodded, smiling shyly. “He is. It turns out I’m an omega and, well… Arthur happens to be an alpha.” Merlin blushed at this admittance.

The silence that followed was deafening, hanging heavily in the air. Gwen’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and concern. She exchanged a glance with Will, who looked equally stunned. 

Will was the first to break the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “Merlin… Are you saying what we think you’re saying?”

Merlin’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and he nodded again, his smile faltering slightly under the weight of their astonished stares. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Arthur is an alpha dragon, and I’m his omega. Our bond is… well, it’s something very special and powerful. Always has been. Our connection is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s… complicated, but it’s also deeply meaningful. He’s been my alpha mate for the past two years.”

Gwen lowered her hand, but now her mouth was slightly open in shock. “A dragon, though? Isn’t he massive? How does that even work?” And then she seemed to think better of her question and added quickly with a slightly nervous giggle, “On second thought, I do not think I want to know.”

“You don’t really allow him to knot you, right? I mean, from a dragon, that would be fatal,” Will said disbelievingly, chuckling nervously.

Merlin’s face was still an alarming shade of red as he scratched his chin. He looked up at his friends with a pinched look on his face. “He’s magic. He can.. shapeshift into a smaller dragon.” 

Gwen’s eyes widened even further. “I’m sorry, he can do what now?”

“Yes,” Merlin confirmed, nodding earnestly, his color, or lack thereof, returning. “Dragons are among the most powerful magical creatures in existence. Arthur has the ability to shift into a more manageable form. It’s not something most people know about, but it makes things… easier, for us. His dragon form is quite powerful, but he can control it when we’re together.”

Will ran a hand through his hair, clearly still in shock. “So, Arthur can transform into a smaller dragon to—” He trailed off, looking at Merlin for confirmation.

Merlin nodded, a small, embarrassed smile on his face. “Yes, exactly. It makes things safer and more manageable. Arthur’s magic allows him to adapt his form, and it’s something he’s always done for me in regards to this part of our relationship.”

Gwen’s gaze softened with understanding, though she still looked overwhelmed. “That’s incredible, Merlin. I can’t even imagine what it must be like. But it sounds like you two have found a way to make it work.”

“Yeah,” Will added, shaking his head in disbelief but smiling faintly. “It’s pretty fucking amazing. All of this, actually. But if you were alive and well all this time, why did it take you so long to return? I get not visiting, but you didn’t write.. You could have sent us something to let us know you were alive! Mate, we cried ourselves to sleep for years.” 

Gwen shot him an incredulous look. “You too?”

Will rolled his eyes. “Of course I did!” he snapped, cheeks flushing slightly at admitting this after all this time. “I didn’t tell you, because what would be the point. Someone had to be the strong one.”

Merlin looked suddenly ashamed. “I didn’t want to risk the chance of my letters being intercepted. Of something happening to either of you because of your continued association with me. Our village is a superstitious bunch. Letters from a dead boy would’ve been highly suspect. And then at 13, my powers came in and they were all over the place. I didn’t want the chance of accidentally hurting either of you.” 

Gwen’s eyes softened with understanding, but a flicker of hurt passed over her face. She folded her arms, her lips pressed together in a tight line as she processed his words. Will’s jaw clenched, and he shot Merlin a hard look. “So, what, you just decided to vanish? Leave us thinking you were dragon chow? You didn’t think we could handle the truth?” His voice cracked, the hurt buried beneath years of grieving resurfacing all at once.

Gwen glanced at Will, then back at Merlin. “You were protecting us,” she said quietly, her voice laced with empathy. “But... we missed you. And we would’ve stood by you, powers or no powers.” She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears. “We just wanted to know you were okay."

Merlin felt the weight of their words crash over him, more powerful than any spell he had ever cast. He dropped his gaze to the ground, guilt swirling in his chest. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, as if trying to grasp at the right thing to say but finding nothing but air.

“I—I know,” he stammered, voice thick with regret. “I trusted you. Both of you. It was the villagers I didn’t trust, and then myself with my newfound powers. But I was just a scared kid trying to make sense of everything. The whole world aside from the mountains seemed so terrifying as a child. Your worldview changes when your parents are killled in front of you, and then the people in power who are supposed to protect you send you off to your death.” He looked up, eyes shining. “But you two, and my parents, were the only bright spots in my life before Arthur. I couldn’t stand it if something were to happen to you because of me. So I had to wait to fully come into my powers. Or most of them, anyway. I’m supposedly never going to stop growing them.”

He glanced up, his eyes meeting Gwen’s tear-filled gaze, then shifting to Will’s hardened stare. “Every day I was afraid. Of what I could do. Of being found out. I didn’t want that to touch either of you, not when I could barely control it myself.”

His voice dropped to a whisper, filled with remorse. “I’m sorry. For leaving you with nothing but questions. You deserved better from me. But I’m here now. And I'm never leaving you two again. You and Arthur are the only family I have left.”

Will stared at Merlin, his hardened expression wavering as he listened. His fists clenched, then released, the tightness in his shoulders softening just a little. He exhaled sharply, his anger beginning to give way to something deeper. "You think we didn’t live in fear too?" Will’s voice cracked, his frustration underpinned by the pain of abandonment. "Every day we thought we’d lost you for good. We mourned you, Merlin. We thought you were gone. And now you come back and... what, everything's supposed to be okay?"

Gwen wiped her eyes, her lips trembling before she spoke. "You were our friend. You are our friend. We just… we would’ve done anything to help you, if we had known." Her tears finally broke free, trailing down her cheeks. She reached out and placed a hand on Merlin’s arm, her touch warm despite the lingering sadness. "We understand why you did it," she whispered, "but it doesn't mean we didn’t suffer from your absence." Her voice steadied, and she looked at him earnestly. "But yes, you're here now. That's what matters. We just need time to heal from this. All of us."

Will crossed his arms, glancing away, but the fire in his eyes had cooled. "You say you're never leaving again? Well, you better mean that. Because we’re not going through this twice." He looked back at Merlin, his voice still tough but the affection creeping back in. "Family sticks together, right? That’s what you taught us. We’ll figure out the rest together, like old times."

Merlin wiped his eyes, blinking back the remaining tears as his friends’ words settled over him like a balm. The weight that had pressed on his chest for so long seemed to finally lift. His heart swelled with the warmth of their acceptance, and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky, relieved laugh.

“Gods, I’ve missed you both,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes, still shimmering with unshed tears, now glowed with something lighter, brighter—joy. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear those words. To know I wasn’t alone in this.”

He reached out, pulling Gwen into a tight embrace, her warmth grounding him in the moment. “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for the pain I caused, for making you both grieve me when I was still alive.” He released her, turning to Will. Will opened his arms with a ‘come here’ motion and a grin that broke through his moroseness and hugged Merlin as well, in a too-tight hug. “And I do mean it—I'm never leaving again. I’ve got so much to make up for, but we’ll do it. Together.”

Merlin's laughter bubbled up again, unrestrained, as if the years of sorrow and time apart had finally cracked open to let joy flood in. He threw an arm around both of them, holding them close. “Like old times. Only better. We’ve got a whole new future to write. This time with a dragon too.”

Will rubbed the back of his neck, still trying to wrap his head around the news. “So, you’ve been with a dragon all this time, and he’s been teaching you magic?”

Merlin nodded. “Yes. Arthur has been patient and supportive. He’s helped me understand and control my abilities in ways I never thought possible.”

Gwen’s eyes filled with warmth. “I’m so glad you found someone who understands you, Merlin. And who loves you.”

A grin spread across Will’s face. “This is quite the surprise, but if anyone deserves that kind of happiness, it’s you, Merlin.” His eyes softened, filled with complete love and affection for Merlin, his best friend. “A dragon mate and a magic mentor... that’s quite the combo.”

Merlin laughed, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “It is. Arthur’s been everything I needed and more. I never imagined I’d find someone who understands me so completely.”

Gwen’s smile softened as she looked at Merlin. “You’ve always had a big heart, Merlin. It’s no surprise that you found someone who sees that and loves you for it.”

Merlin’s eyes misted with gratitude. “Thank you, both of you. Your support means the world to me.”

Will and Gwen shared a knowing glance before turning back to Merlin. “We’re here for you, no matter what,” Will said firmly. “And we can’t wait to see what the future holds for you and Arthur.”

"We've missed you so much," Gwen said, squeezing his hand. "We never forgot you, Merlin. Never."

Will clapped him on the shoulder again. "It's good to have you back, mate. Dragon and all."

Merlin felt a warmth spread through his chest. Despite everything that had changed, the bond with his childhood friends remained strong. Merlin knew that no matter what happened in his life, he would always have people who cared for him both in the village and in the mountains, and that was all he really needed.

In his mind, he felt Arthur's presence, a comforting warmth. They accepted you, the dragon's voice echoed in his thoughts, tinged with relief and happiness.

They did, Merlin replied silently, smiling as he listened to Gwen and Will's excited chatter. It feels good to be back with family.  

He learned that both Will’s parents were now dead, his father lost to malnutrition and his mother to another village raid. As for Gwen, her single father had died due to water contamination. Her older brother Elyan moved on from the village shortly after, on a quest to find gold for their family of two now. Merlin perked up at mention of Elyan still being alive. 

“I miss Elyan,” Merlin said with a smile. “I hope he is well. How long has he been gone now?”

“Three years,” Gwen said with a sad smile. “After he presented at 15, he left on foot with just Father’s sword and some bread. I haven’t heard from him since.”

Merlin's brow furrowed. “Three years?” he repeated softly, his voice filled with disbelief. “And he set off on foot? Isn’t that kind of dangerous?”

He glanced at Gwen, her sad smile hiding the deep worry she must have carried all this time. The mention of Elyan leaving at such a young age, with so little, gnawed at Merlin’s heart. He could picture the boy he used to know, full of determination but too young to face the dangers of the world alone.

Merlin swallowed, a pang of guilt creeping in. “I should’ve been there,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “I could’ve helped—something.”

Will scoffed. “This isn’t your fight, Merlin. You can’t save everyone. That boy was on a mission. There was nothing you could’ve said or done to dissuade him. Been there, done that.”

“He’s right, Merlin,” Gwen said softly, looking unseeingly at the ground. “I believe my brother must be alright.” She looked up at him, wiping her eyes. “He has to be.”

Merlin realized he was holding his breath as he nodded. “Of course. Elyan is strong, tough. He’s always been a fighter. What was his secondary gender?”

Gwen smiled. “Alpha.”

. . . . .

Merlin led them through the dense forest, the undergrowth crunching beneath their feet. The anticipation was palpable, and he could sense the mix of curiosity and nervousness in his friends. It had been a decade since they last saw each other, and now, he was about to introduce them to the most feared creature of all the lands. 

“Are you sure about this, Merlin?” Gwen asked, voice tinged with apprehension. “Meeting a dragon sounds... daunting.”

Merlin smiled reassuringly. “I promise, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Arthur is kind and gentle. He’s been my protector and teacher for years.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “A compassionate dragon, that’s something I never thought I’d hear. But if you trust him, then so do I.”

Merlin smiled, heart warmed by the amount of blind trust his old friends were putting in him. As they approached a large, secluded clearing, Merlin stopped and turned to face his friends. “Wait here for a moment. I’ll call him.”

He stepped into the clearing and raised his hand, a soft glow emanating from his palm. “Arthur,” he whispered softly, his voice carrying through the air like a gentle breeze. Within seconds, a massive beast emerged from the clouds, his scales shimmering in the dappled sunlight.

Will and Gwen gasped, their eyes wide with awe and disbelief. “He’s been in the clouds the whole time,” Merlin said sheepishly. 

As he flew down from the skies, Arthur’s eyes, deep and intelligent, locked onto Merlin’s with a warmth that belied his fearsome appearance. “Arthur, these are my friends, Will and Gwen,” Merlin said, gesturing towards them. “I wanted them to meet you and see everything you’ve taught me.”

As Arthur landed, a swirl of dust flew every which way and the ground trembled with his weight. The dragon nodded, his massive head bowing slightly in greeting. “Welcome, dearest Will and Gwen,” he rumbled politely, voice deep and resonant. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Merlin’s childhood friends.”

Gwen, awestruck, managed a small smile. “It’s... it’s amazing to meet you, Arthur. Merlin has told us so much about you.”

Will, finding his voice, added, “Yeah, this is... wow. Just wow.”

Merlin grinned, feeling a swell of pride as he stepped forward. "Arthur, would you mind showing them the magic you helped me master?"

Arthur’s eyes glinted with amusement but he said very seriously, "No, you go ahead, Merlin. Show them your true power, as the greatest sorcerer to ever live or shall ever live again." He bowed down low to his mate. 

“What?” both his friends gasped in unison. 

Arthur chuckled. “Merlin is too modest to tell you that his true name is Emrys, and what I said was true, every word. We are in the presence of a living legend. His stories will never stop being told.”

They both turned wide eyes to a flustered Merlin. “Arthur, it’s not that big a deal!” he said, face red with embarrassment. 

“That’s incredible Merlin!” Will said, stunned. “So you mean you can do anything?” 

“Not anything,” Merlin mumbled. 

“Go on, show them,” Arthur said, eyes brimming with adoration. Then he looked at Merlin’s friends. “You’ll be so impressed.” 

“Yes, Merlin, show us what you can do!” Gwen urged excitedly, with Will nodding along.

Merlin sighed. “You both want a magick show?”

“YES!” all three chanted. 

Merlin chuckled. “Fine,” he relented. 

He raised a hand, murmuring an incantation under his breath. The ground trembled slightly as the air around him thickened with magic. Slowly, the earth itself began to shift. Trees that lined the forest lifted from the soil, their roots untangling and spiralling upwards, weaving together to form a massive arch overhead. The landscape bent to Merlin's will, the trees twisting into a wooden tunnel that glowed with a soft, ethereal light. With a flash of power, the ground settled, and the trees gently returned to their original places. 

Gwen and Will stared, mouths open in disbelief.

Merlin’s eyes flashed gold as he raised both hands now, summoning a storm from the clear skies above. Dark clouds swirled overhead, and in a matter of seconds, the once-bright day had turned into a spectacle of thunder and lightning. A crackling bolt shot down toward Merlin, only to halt mid-air inches from Merlin’s face at his verbal command. 

With a flick of his fingers, the lightning splintered into hundreds of shimmering lights, each one forming an intricate pattern in the sky. They combined into the shape of a mighty dragon—Arthur’s likeness—illuminating the sky with brilliant sparks. Gwen gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock, while Will took a step back, unable to comprehend the scale of what he was witnessing.

Merlin’s voice carried over the wind. "That’s not all." He spread his arms wide, and the air shimmered once more. From the ground below, water erupted, forming a spiralling column that twisted and danced with the flick of his hand. The water wove in and out of the dragon-shaped lightning, merging elements in a harmonious spectacle, before it split into dozens of small streams, each moving with impossible precision to land softly at their feet—turning into flowers upon contact.

Gwen and Will were speechless. Arthur rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through the ground. "And this is only a fraction of his strength. His magic has no limits."

Merlin let the storm clouds disperse as the sky returned to its peaceful state. He was smiling, a bit embarrassed by the praise. "Arthur helped me harness it."

“Only at the very beginning,” Arthur huffed, mild annoyance flickering in his tone. 

Gwen blinked, trying to take it all in. "Merlin… this is… I don’t even know what to say. You could reshape the entire world."

Will, still in awe, muttered, "And Arthur calls you the most powerful being? That was…"

Arthur lowered his head closer to them, eyes full of pride. "Merlin is more than powerful. Being Emrys, he is magic incarnated. He is immortal."

Will and Gwen exchanged a startled glance. Gwen's mouth parted slightly in shock, her hand instinctively reaching up to her chest as if to steady her heart. “Immortal?” she whispered, her eyes wide as they flicked between Arthur and Merlin.

Will’s eyebrows shot up, his usual skepticism written all over his face. “Wait, hold on,” he said, voice thick with disbelief. “Immortal? Like… can’t die, immortal?” His gaze hardened, as if trying to make sense of what he was hearing. He studied Merlin, as though looking for any hint of exaggeration or trickery. “How is this possible? No one can live forever.”

“I think it means my body is immortal, but I can still die from some horrible accidents, being murdered, things of that nature,” Merlin said reassuringly. 

Will realized Merlin's tone and he suddenly felt awful. “Mate, it’s not that I want you to die. It’s just that.. Won’t that be terribly lonesome?” 

Merlin’s eyes looked tortured as he shared a glance with Arthur. He bit his lip, nodding. 

Gwen’s expression softened. “Merlin…” She took a step forward, her voice quiet. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Her eyes shone with a new understanding, but also sadness, as if the distance between them and Merlin had just grown even wider. “How long have you known?” she asked, the weight of immortality suddenly feeling more like a curse than a blessing.

“Last year,” Merlin murmured, voice heavy with the memory. “I ran into some sorcerers in the mountains. I didn’t know who they were at first, but they knew me.” He glanced at Gwen and Will, gauging their reactions before continuing. “They recognized my power. They called me Emrys, as if it was something I should’ve known all along. They explained that Emrys was my true name. The name tied to my magic. They told me everything—about who I am, about my destiny, and...” He hesitated, his voice trailing off before he could finish.

“And what?” Gwen asked gently, eyes full of concern.

Merlin looked back up at her, voice barely above a whisper. “And that I’m immortal.”

Gwen’s lips parted, eyes searching Merlin’s face for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all she saw was the somber truth in his gaze.

Will, meanwhile, scoffed, but it wasn’t out of humor—it was a sound of frustration and disbelief. “Immortal? Merlin, come on. That can’t be—how could they know that? You’re just... you. A kid from the same village as us, right?”

Merlin’s gaze didn’t waver. “I thought the same, Will. But it’s true. The moment they said it, something deep inside me… clicked.” He shook his head, expression pained. “They said I’m magic incarnate, destined to outlive everyone around me. To protect the balance of the world itself.” 

Gwen took a step closer, her face softening with understanding despite her shock. “And you’ve carried this all alone, ever since?” she whispered, her voice trembling with empathy. “Will, it makes sense. Merlin isn’t ‘just a kid.’ He has extraordinary powers.”

Arthur snorted. “Now there’s the understatement of the millennium.” 

Merlin nodded, his throat tight with emotion. “I couldn’t burden you with this. I didn’t even know how to process it myself.”

Gwen’s breath hitched, and for a moment, the enormity of everything made her sway slightly. Will’s hands dropped to his sides. “So, what now? You live forever, while everyone around you... what, get old and die? What does that mean for you?”

Merlin’s face broke with a flicker of pain. “I don’t know, Will. I’ve asked myself that question a thousand times. I’m terrified of losing you both, of watching time take you away. But I don’t want to live in isolation either. I just—” He swallowed, voice cracking. “I need you both with me, for as long as we have.”

Gwen, her eyes now brimming with tears, stepped forward and took Merlin’s hand in hers. “We’re with you, Merlin. We always will be.” Her voice was steady, though her tears spoke of the emotional weight of what she was saying. 

Will let out a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. “I guess I’m stuck with you for life, mate,” he muttered, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

. . . . .

Gwen stepped towards Arthur, her fear replaced by admiration. “Thank you, Arthur, for taking care of Merlin. We can see how much he’s grown because of you.”

Will nodded in agreement. “Yeah, thanks for everything, Arthur. Merlin means a lot to us, and we’re glad he’s had you by his side all this time.”

Arthur’s eyes softened, and he inclined his head. “It’s been my honour to watch Merlin grow and learn. He’s a remarkable young man.”

Merlin beamed, heart full of gratitude and happiness. “Thank you, Arthur. And thank you, Will and Gwen, for being here. This means so much to me. You guys should come around a lot more, yeah? As long as Arthur is here, these parts are safe.”

Gwen smiled warmly, eyes still shimmering with awe from the exhilaration of witnessing the fantastical magical display. “We’d love to, Merlin. It’s been far too long. And now that we know where you are and who you’re with, we’ll visit as often as we can.”

Will nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! We’ve missed you, Merlin. Now that we know you’ve got a dragon watching your back, it’s even more reason to come by. Plus, I want to see more of this magic you’ve been learning.”

Arthur rumbled softly, reptilian eyes gleaming with approval. “You are always welcome. It is clear you still share a strong bond.”

Merlin’s smile widened, feeling a profound sense of contentment. “Arthur’s right. You both mean so much to me, and it’s important that we stay connected. There’s so much I want to share with you, so many stories and adventures we can make together. And we can share meals together every day! You won’t ever go hungry again.”

Gwen's breath hitched and she blinked rapidly to hold back tears. "Meals together... every day?" she repeated softly, her voice laced with disbelief and hope. "We haven’t had that kind of security since... since I can remember."

Will, usually the one to keep things light, found himself at a loss for words. He swallowed hard, throat tight with emotion. "You... you really mean that?" he asked unsteadily. "You’d really share all of that with us?"

Gwen nodded in agreement, her voice breaking. "We’re so used to scraping by, Merlin. The thought of not having to worry about our next meal... it’s almost too much to believe."

Merlin smiled graciously, but it was Arthur who spoke. “Nonsense, won’t be a problem at all. The meat I hunt is far too much for Merlin to finish all alone. He only takes so little at a time. Two more mouths to feed won’t be an issue.” His eyes glinted proudly. 

Will’s voice was filled with gratitude as he said, "Arthur, you must be some kind of miracle worker."

Gwen nodded in agreement, her expression softening as she looked at the great dragon. "Thank you, Arthur. We never imagined something like this could happen to us."

“Anything for Merlin,” Arthur merely stated, nuzzling his mate.

Gwen reached out and squeezed Merlin’s hand. “Thank you for introducing us to Arthur, a new friend.” She glanced at Arthur admiringly. 

Will laughed, clapping Merlin on the back. “Yeah, who knew our little Merlin would end up living with a dragon and becoming a powerful magic user? Life’s full of surprises.”

Merlin chuckled, his heart light with joy. “It is, isn’t it? But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Arthur has been a blessing in my life, and I’m so glad I can share my life with you now.”

Arthur lowered his head slightly, a gesture of camaraderie. “Together, we are stronger. And to me, Merlin’s happiness is what matters most. I am glad he has friends like you to support him.”

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Spring Ages 20 | 28

Gwen had moved to live in a cosy cottage nestled deep within Arthur’s mountains. The mountain air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and wildflowers, and the skies were often graced by the shadow of Arthur’s powerful wings as he soared above with always-watchful eyes. The cottage, with its warm hearth and sturdy walls, had become a sanctuary not just for Gwen and her new family, but for a close-knit community of friends who had all found refuge in this mystical, guarded place.

Gwen’s new husband, Lancelot, was the embodiment of everything she had ever dreamed of in a mate. With his dashing handsome looks, broad shoulders, and a heart full of kindness, Lancelot had quickly become a beloved figure among the small group that now called the mountains home. His easygoing nature and genuine warmth made him a friend to everyone, whether it was the ever-charming Merlin with his characteristic goofiness and overly helpful nature, or the more serious Will and his kind wife Freya.

Lancelot’s role as Gwen’s alpha was one he took seriously, but it was clear to everyone that his strength came from more than just his physical prowess. He was a man of honour, fiercely protective of Gwen and their infant, Gareth. 

“Look at him, Lancelot,” Gwen said, glancing at their son, who was nestled in Lancelot’s strong arms, his tiny fists waving in delight. “He’s growing so fast. I can hardly keep up with him!”

Lancelot chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “He’s going to be a strong one, just like his mother,” he replied, brushing his thumb over Gareth’s chubby cheek. “I can already see the warrior in him.”

Gwen smiled, her eyes sparkling with love. “And you’ll be the best father to him. I’m grateful every day that you’re by my side.” She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Gareth’s forehead before looking up at Lancelot. “You balance parenting so perfectly.”

“Only because you make it easy,” Lancelot said earnestly. “You deserve all the love and security in the world. I’ll always protect you both.” As Gwen hummed a lullaby by the fire, Lancelot’s gaze drifted from their son to her, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on their faces. “I want Gareth to know he’s safe here, surrounded by family. This is our home, and nothing will change that.”

Life in the mountains was rich with the companionship of friends who had become like family. The three families often gathered in the evenings around a large bonfire, sharing stories of their day’s work, laughter echoing through the trees. Meals were shared, not just out of necessity, but as a celebration of their relationships and closeness. Meal prepping was done each day, often with Freya and Gwen cooking together. The two women had grown quite close. As an omega, Freya had always been admired for her grace and warmth, qualities that made her a beloved figure in their old village and now mountainous group.

The omega women stood side by side in the warm, cozy kitchen, their hands busy preparing dinner. The faint scent of herbs and freshly cut vegetables filled the air as the three babies played together in a crib nearby, babbling and giggling at each other. Freya had twins, a girl named Lyra, and a son named Rylan. Although twins, they were non-identical, with Lyra sporting her father’s crystal blue eyes, and Rylan with his mother’s pretty chocolate browns.

Gwen wiped her hands on her apron and glanced over at the babies with a fond smile. “Look at them. Already best friends,” she said softly, her eyes lighting up as Rylan reached for Gareth’s hand.

Freya smiled warmly, her eyes following Gwen’s gaze. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How quickly they bonded. Almost like they knew something we didn’t.”

Gwen chuckled. “Perhaps they sense what we felt. After all, it wasn’t so long ago we were strangers, and now—” she paused, her voice softening. “Now I can’t imagine going through motherhood without you.”

Freya nodded, her expression thoughtful as she stirred the pot of stew. “I know what you mean. Being a first-time mother... it’s overwhelming at times. But with you here, it doesn’t feel so isolating. It feels like we’re figuring it out together.” Pausing to add rosemary to the stew, Freya continued. “I was so scared at first,” she admitted, her voice a little quieter. “I mean, my children are everything to me, but I didn’t know if I could do it—raise twins. But having Will by my side... and you—” she smiled at Gwen, “It’s made all the difference.”

Gwen set the knife down and turned to face Freya, her eyes gentle. “You’re a wonderful mother, Freya. Your twins are lucky to have you. And I’m lucky to have you, too.”

Freya reached over and squeezed Gwen’s hand. “I’m the lucky one. You’ve taught me so much—about patience, about balance. And your kindness… it’s like the heart of this place.”

Gwen smiled, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. “Thank you. I feel the same about you. I’ve learned more than just cooking from you. Your strength, the way you carry yourself—it’s inspiring.”

They shared a quiet moment of understanding, the warmth of their bond growing deeper. The sound of baby laughter broke the silence, making both women turn to see Gareth and Rylan grinning at each other, their tiny hands clasped together, with Lyra babbling to the family cat, a big fluffy orange tomcat named Spark, in the corner of the crib. 

Gwen laughed softly. “Looks like they’ve figured out their friendship.”

Freya chuckled, her heart full. “Maybe they’ll teach us more than we’ll ever teach them.”

As they returned to preparing the meal, the connection between them felt stronger than ever—two mothers, two friends, building a life and a family together in their peaceful mountain home.

The sun was beginning to dip behind the trees as the three young men worked in the fields, the warm breeze carrying the earthy scent of freshly turned soil. Will grumbled softly under his breath as he hauled a basket filled with carrots, cabbage, and potatoes, arms straining under the weight.

"Need any help, Will?" Lancelot asked with a grin, wiping sweat from his brow.

Will shot him a look, shifting the load in his arms. "I’m fine," he huffed, lifting the load onto a cart attached to a sturdy mountain pony named Bramble. At 21 years old, Bramble was more than just a hardworking pony; she was practically family. Once belonging to Will’s late father, Bramble had been passed down when his father passed. She'd been with him as he was growing up, through every phase of his life.

Her deep, earthy chestnut coat gleamed in the fading sunlight, with coppery highlights along her flanks. A thick, dark brown mane tumbled down her neck in untamed waves, slightly tousled by the evening breeze. Bramble stood firm, her muscular legs steady beneath the weight of the cart. She glanced back at Will with her calm, amber eyes, full of serene patience.

“You’ve got a real touch with those plants, Merlin,” Lancelot said, his voice soft as he watched the omega work. There was something calming about the way Merlin tended to the herbs.

Merlin smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges. “It’s all about listening to them. They tell you what they need if you’re quiet enough.”

"Still talking to plants, Merlin?" Arthur teased, smirking as he settled near the herbs. His eyes glinted with amusement as he watched his mate work.

Merlin rolled his eyes, brushing dirt off his hands as he glanced up at the dragon. "Someone has to. Unlike some people, I can't just breathe fire and expect dinner to appear."

Arthur chuckled, the deep rumble vibrating through the ground beneath them. “Oh, I don’t know. Seems to me you could charm the food right out of the ground, love.”

Lancelot snorted softly from where he stood, sorting through their harvest. "Arthur’s got a point. I’ve seen Merlin get plants to grow twice as fast just by talking to them."

Will, who'd been silently watching their banter, finally rolled his eyes, tone dry as he spoke. “If you two are done flirting, we still have work to finish before sundown. Some of us don’t have wings to lounge around with.”

Arthur chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that echoed across the field. “Oh, come now, Will. You know I’ve given you plenty of rides; it’s not my fault you prefer to keep your feet on the ground.” He stretched his massive wings, the sunlight glinting off his scales as he grinned down at Will. “Besides, I could help you finish up in no time if you just let me carry the whole cart.”

Will smirked, shaking his head. “Right, because that won’t end with me face-first in the dirt. No thanks. I prefer my dignity intact.”

Arthur feigned a dramatic pout, his tail flicking playfully behind him. “You wound me! A simple flight would be a great time. Just think of the views!”

“Views? More like a death wish,” Will shot back, chuckling despite himself. “You know I’m not as brave as Merlin when it comes to heights.”

“True,” Arthur said, amusement dancing in his cerulean eyes. “But it’s not about bravery, Will; it’s about trust. And I trust you enough to let you hold onto me while I soar through the skies.”

With a snort, Will turned back to the cart. “Well, maybe you should be putting that trust in Bramble instead. She’s got a much better chance of keeping me safe on the ground.”

Will, filling a second basket with more vegetables, cast a glance at Arthur lounging in the distance. "I see some of us are hard at work, and some of us… not so much.”

Arthur stretched lazily, scales shimmering. “Ah, Will, ever the voice of reason. I’m providing moral support,” he replied with a grin, gaze lingering on Merlin. "I’d offer you moral support too, but I sense that’s not your style.”

Will snorted, kneeling next to Merlin and Lancelot to pick more vegetables, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes despite his grumpy tone. “Please, you offering support is as useful as a dragon in a rainstorm.” He reached over, swiping a few carrots from Lancelot’s pile and adding it to his basket. “You lot are lucky I’m here to keep things running smoothly.”

Merlin grinned at his best friend. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Will.” He handed Will a bundle of herbs, catching the beta’s warm but silent nod in return. 

One evening, the fire crackled warmly as Merlin leaned into Arthur, resting his head on the dragon's shoulder. “You’d think with all that strength, you’d be better at harvesting,” Merlin teased, playfully grinning and nudging Arthur.

Arthur huffed, offended. “My strength is used for downing prey, Merlin. I am an apex predator, not a farmer. I can always roast the crops if you’d prefer.”

Merlin smirked, not missing a beat. "Oh, I see. The mighty apex predator, reduced to scorching vegetables. How fearsome." 

Gwen smiled at the banter. “It’s still better than Lancelot trying to bake,” she added, giving her husband a teasing look. “Remember the bread you tried to make last week?”

Lancelot laughed, cradling his son. “In my defense, I was distracted by Gareth. He has quite the appetite and kept trying to chew on everything.” He tickled the baby’s belly, causing the dark-haired boy to giggle uncontrollably.

Across the fire, Will and Freya sat close, each parent holding one twin. Will grinned at the playful teasing. “At least Arthur’s not trying to spar with the vegetables. I swear, sometimes he looks at a cabbage like it’s an enemy on the battlefield.”

Arthur was quick to respond. “The cabbages are the enemy, Will. Haven’t you seen them plotting? They’re devious.”

Freya laughed, smiling softly as she looked around at the gathering. “I’m glad we’re all here, sharing this life together. It’s quite peaceful.” 

Freya found more than just a home in the mountains; she found a true family, her only family now after the loss of her parents. The mountains, with their towering peaks and green valleys bursting with life, mirrored the strong friendships she'd built. Together with Will and her twins, they'd created a life that was bursting with love and warmth, surrounded by a whole tightly-knit community of found family. 

Will pulled her in for a kiss. “And it always will be, my sweet,” he promised her. 

Merlin nodded, voice warm. “These mountains are a kind of magic all its own. Stronger than anything I’ve ever known.”

Arthur’s expression softened as he gazed at the fire, then back to Merlin. “It’s the magic of family, forged not by blood, but by choice.”

As the night went on, the fire blazed brighter, and the sound of laughter—Arthur’s deep rumble, Merlin’s soft chuckle, Gwen’s gentle giggles, and the babies’ tiny coos—filled the mountain air. Arthur watched over the microvillage, keeping an eye on these seven individuals, all adopted as part of his hoard and fiercely protected at all costs.

Merlin’s heart raced as he prepared for this moment. His form shimmered and shifted, and he could feel the magic surging through him. With a final burst of concentration, for the very first time, he successfully transformed, body elongating and shifting into the powerful, majestic form of a beautiful shimmering black dragon with piercing blue eyes. He marveled at his reflection in the lake, eyes wide, as his scaled hide glinted in the afternoon light.

“Arthur!” Merlin roared, voice a deep, rumbling growl that reverberated through the mountains. “Arthur, get over here!”

In an instant, with a powerful yet elegant sweep of enormous wings, Arthur, perched on a rocky outcrop, swooped down toward Merlin, alpha eyes gleaming with delight. He touched down gracefully beside Merlin.

“You did it!” Arthur exclaimed, voice a deep, resonant boom. “You really transformed into a dragon!”

“I did!” Merlin's eyes sparkled with excitement as he flexed new powerful wings. “I look just like how I imagined I would!”

Arthur circled Merlin, examining him with a mix of pride and excitement. “You look incredible. I’ve never seen any dragon look as stunning as you.” 

Merlin’s chest swelled with pride as he stretched his wings out further, the dark, iridescent scales catching the light in waves. He could feel Arthur’s gaze lingering on him, sending a thrilling shiver down his spine.

“Stunning, am I?” Merlin teased, new voice deep and rumbling, yet playful as his bright eyes locked onto Arthur’s. “You’ve certainly never looked at me like that before.”

Arthur chuckled, a low, rich sound as he stepped closer, golden scales brushing against Merlin’s. “Can you blame me? You’re even more irresistible like this.” His eyes roved over Merlin’s form with an almost possessive glint. “That sleek black hide, those piercing eyes… and these wings,” Arthur murmured, lightly grazing his own wingtip along Merlin’s outstretched one. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

Merlin felt heat rise to his cheeks. “I thought I’d be intimidating,” he huffed, turning a massive head to glance down at his own form. “Not… you know, breathtaking.”

Arthur grinned, fangs glinting in the light as he stepped even closer, warmth radiating against Merlin. “Oh, you’re plenty intimidating,” he growled softly, voice taking on a more seductive tone. “But you’re still Merlin, and nothing’s going to stop me from noticing how beautiful you are.” His gaze turned molten, a teasing light in his eyes as his tail flicked playfully at Merlin’s side. “You’ve always had that effect on me. Now, it’s just magnified, love.”

Merlin let out a low, rumbling chuckle, wings giving a slight, unintentional flutter. “I think you just like having someone to chase after in the skies, Arthur,” he teased affectionately.

Arthur’s eyes gleamed as he leaned in closer, breath warm against Merlin’s neck. “Nah. It’ll be you chasing me,” he purred, voice filled with challenge. “I’m not letting you outfly me, Merlin, no matter how gorgeous you look.”

Merlin grinned, nudging Arthur with a snout. “We’ll see about that,” he replied, heart racing, not just from the thrill of his transformation, but from the way Arthur’s gaze burned into him, making him feel alive in a way he hadn’t expected.

“Ready to test your flying?” Arthur asked.

Merlin’s tail flicked with eagerness. “Yes! Let’s go!”

Arthur spread golden wings wide and leaped into the air, powerful strokes sending him soaring upward. He hovered in place, watching Merlin with an encouraging gaze. “Come on, Merlin, you can do it,” Arthur called, voice a mix of excitement and pride.

Merlin hesitated for a moment, new wings feeling both strange and exhilarating. With a deep breath, he mimicked Arthur’s movements, flapping awkwardly at first. He stumbled in the air, nearly plummeting back to the ground, but Arthur was right beside him, guiding him with calm instructions. 

“Steady your wings,” Arthur advised. “Feel the wind beneath them.”

Merlin’s determination shone in his eyes as he adjusted, wings finally catching the wind. Slowly, he began to rise, the fear and uncertainty melting away as he gained confidence. With each beating of wings, Merlin climbed higher, movements becoming more fluid and natural. Soon, he was soaring beside Arthur, a sleek, obsidian form gliding effortlessly through the air. Arthur let out a roar of triumph, and Merlin echoed it, the sound reverberating across the peaks. 

The two dragons flew high over the mountains, the rugged landscape stretching below them like a vast, intricate tapestry. The thrill of flight, of freedom, filled Merlin’s heart as he and Arthur danced among the clouds, their powerful wings cutting through the sky in perfect harmony. Merlin couldn’t help but let out another triumphant roar that melded with the howling wind. Arthur, flying alongside him, matched his exhilaration with a joyful call of his own.

“This is amazing!” Merlin shouted, voice a deep, reverberating rumble. “I’ve never felt so alive!”

Arthur dipped a wing and did a playful loop around Merlin. “I knew you’d love it. The sky is ours now!”

“Wait til I show the others!” Merlin exclaimed excitedly. 

They continued their flight, the sun setting behind them and casting a golden hue over the mountains. As they flew side by side, their forms moving in perfect harmony, Merlin felt a profound sense of freedom and connection with his alpha. The sky was vast and open, and for a moment, it felt like nothing could hold them back.

As they finally began their descent, landing softly on a secluded mountaintop, Arthur nudged Merlin with a snout, eyes gleaming affectionately. “I’m so proud of you, Merlin. This is only the beginning.” 

Merlin nuzzled back, brilliant sky blue eyes, colour brighter now that they were draconic ones, sparkling with joy. “Thank you, Arthur. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Of course you could’ve!” Arthur retorted. “You never give yourself enough credit, Merlin,” he said fondly, voice tinged with exasperation.

Merlin chuckled, the sound vibrating deep from within him. "Maybe not," he admitted, "but it helps knowing you’re always right there, believing in me when I don’t." He gazed up at Arthur, eyes soft. "That’s what makes me stronger. It’s what’s always made me stronger. Having my other half here with me."

Arthur’s gaze also softened. “Then I’ll keep reminding you,” he replied, voice quieter now, more intimate. “Because I’m not going anywhere, and you’re capable of more than you know.”

Just for funsies, Merlin blew out flames, testing the limits of his newfound powers. At first, a small stream of fire flickered from his mouth, barely enough to light a torch. He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that resonated deep within his chest, the sensation of producing flames exhilarating. Encouraged by the warmth in his throat and the thrill of control, Merlin took a deeper breath and let loose, this time unleashing a magnificent jet of blue-tinted flames that soared through the sky, dancing in the air like a living thing.

Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise, then quickly turned to amusement. “Not bad for a beginner!” he exclaimed. Merlin was grinning from ear to ear with excitement.

“Try to keep up, old man!” Merlin teased, the playful challenge clear as he shot upward. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he unleashed another burst of flames, this one arcing in a wide, fiery spiral as he twisted through the air.

Arthur chuckled, accepting the challenge with a roar. He followed closely, matching Merlin’s pace and movements effortlessly. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to impress me,” Arthur taunted, voice filled with pride for his mate’s swift mastery.

The two dragons weaved through the sky, their flames lighting up the clouds in bursts of vibrant colour. Merlin felt a newfound sense of freedom as he experimented with his fire, twisting it into shapes and patterns, each more elaborate than the last. 

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Merlin went into his spring heat again, but this time, it was unlike any he had ever had. This one was the worst. “Arthur!” he cried out, grasping for his alpha. The waves of intense, almost unbearable heat coursed through his body, leaving him trembling and drenched in sweat. It was as though every bodily nerve had been set on fire, each pulse of heat searing through him with an intensity that left him breathless and helpless. 

Arthur had already been by the young man’s side, having sensed the shift in Merlin’s pheromones even before his first tremors of heat began. His alpha instincts roared to life, compelling him to protect and care for his omega. Arthur, now the smaller size, immediately cocooned Merlin in his wings soothingly as Merlin weeped and writhed.

Merlin had endured heats before, but this time, the sensations were overwhelming, far more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced (well.. it was comparable to his first heat, which was saying something). The sheer force of it had him curling into himself, desperate for relief from the agonising need that clawed at his insides. Merlin smelled different this heat. The dragon’s eyes darkened with concern as he continued to sooth his little omega. He could feel Merlin’s anguish as though it were his own, the bond between them tightening with every pained whimper that escaped Merlin’s lips.

“Arthur, Arthur..!” Merlin was wailing. 

“I’m here, shhh, I’ve got you, love,” Arthur murmured.

Before Arthur could say more, Merlin, naked and dripping with slick, wriggled free from Arthur’s wings and lunged at him. The omega’s movements were frantic, driven by a primal need that overshadowed everything else. Arthur barely had time to steady himself before Merlin was clinging to him, slender arms wrapped tightly around Arthur’s neck, body trembling with raw need.

Whining and whimpering, Merlin pressed himself closer, kissing and nibbling at the dragon. Merlin’s scent was thick and intoxicating, filling the air with the undeniable aroma of omega in heat. “Please, Arthur, knot me, I need it!” Merlin’s begging came out a broken plea, breath hitching as he tried to press even closer, his need for Arthur’s touch, for the knot that would finally bring him relief, overwhelming every other thought. 

Merlin hurriedly lay on his back on the stone floor cavern, the man’s harsh panting coming in quick, shallow gasps as he curled his legs up, eagerly making room for Arthur’s cock to enter. Merlin’s heart pounded in his chest, a wild rhythm that matched the feverish intensity coursing through his veins. The cool cavern air brushed against his heated skin, but it did little to temper the fire roaring inside him. 

Arthur whispered, “Fovere musco subtus,” and moss grew in the ground beneath Merlin. The omega sighed blissfully. He was acutely aware of Arthur’s gaze, the way his dragon’s pupils were blown wide—usually clear light eyes now dark with primal hunger. The scent of Merlin’s pheromones, thick and heady, filled the space between them, pulling Arthur in like a magnet. “Gods, Merlin, that smell.. I will never get over it,” Arthur growled as he nuzzled Merlin some more.

Arthur crouched over Merlin, his smaller frame fitting perfectly as he positioned himself between Merlin’s trembling thighs. The dragon’s muscles were tense, coiled like a predator about to pounce, yet his touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he let his snout trail over Merlin’s flushed skin, breathing in deeply. Arthur could barely think, drowning in the scent of his very naked omega, the scent that had been driving him wild with need since the moment Merlin’s heat began. 

Merlin’s harsh panting turned into needy whimpers, the anticipation building to an unbearable pitch as he felt Arthur’s talons lightly grazing his skin. “Please, Arthur,” he breathed out, trembling voice a mixture of desperation and raw need. 

Arthur didn’t need any more encouragement. With a single thought, he cast a stretching spell, ensuring Merlin was prepared. The spell was efficient and Merlin’s body quivered with anticipation as he moaned, slick coating his thighs in a telltale sign of his readiness. Arthur hurriedly cast another spell—the same body-strengthening spell they always cast for matings. 

Without wasting another moment, Arthur thrust roughly inside him, the sensation so intense it stole the breath from both their lungs. Merlin’s body stretched to accommodate Arthur’s impressive size, and when Arthur bottomed out, burying fully inside his mate, both groaned in unison at the overwhelming pleasure. Merlin’s back arched off the moss bed, fingers clawing at Arthur’s scales as waves of ecstasy rippled through him.

Arthur’s own moan was deep, guttural, the sound reverberating through the cavern walls as he felt the tight heat of Merlin’s body squeezing around him. The connection between them was electric, the primal need they had for one another glaringly obvious. Merlin’s body welcomed him in, clinging to him, and Arthur’s mind swam in the intoxicating mix of pheromones and the sheer rightness of being with his omega like this.

Arthur paused for a heartbeat, savouring the feeling of being fully sheathed inside Merlin, their bodies perfectly aligned. He looked down at Merlin, expression softened by the overwhelming love he felt. 

“Merlin… My little omega,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion. Merlin met his gaze, his own eyes glazed with pleasure, a small spacy smile on his face. And then, Arthur began to move. Each thrust was slow and deliberate, drawing out every ounce of pleasure as they rocked together, the world outside forgotten as they became lost in one another.

Merlin pulled Arthur’s face down, capturing his dragon’s mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, relishing in Arthur’s musky scent and sex pheromones. The kiss was wholly entrancing, a mix of fire and longing that left Merlin breathless, the deeply animalistic and heady scent of his alpha clouding every rational thought. Merlin’s heart raced as Arthur’s forked tongue flicked out, teasing at his own, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. The omega moaned softly into the kiss, the feel of his dragon’s mouth and the intoxicating scent of his alpha flooding his senses. Arthur’s low growl of satisfaction rumbled through his chest, a sound that made Merlin weak.

Arthur wrapped scaled arms around Merlin’s waist, tightening his grip as he pulled Merlin impossibly closer. The scales of his chest felt cool against Merlin’s feverish skin. The omega clung to Arthur, nails digging into his shoulders. The connection between them was overwhelming as they moved together. Merlin’s voice broke through the haze, a high, needy cry that bordered on a sob. 

Merlin’s eyes were wide, glassy with unshed tears as he looked up at Arthur, voice trembling with a raw, unfiltered desperation. “I need your pups, Arthur,” he pleaded, words coming out in a breathless rush. His body was alight with sensation, every nerve ending screaming for the one thing that would fulfil him completely. “Please, give me your pups. Gods, just breed me.”

Arthur’s eyes darkened even more, the primal instincts of the dragon flaring to the surface at his omega’s words. He could feel the urgency in Merlin’s body, the way his hips rolled up to meet each of Arthur’s thrusts, the way his breath hitched in his throat with every movement. The Alpha within him roared in response, driven wild by the plea.

Arthur’s thrusts grew harder, more deliberate, as if each one could imprint his very essence into Merlin’s soul. His breathing grew ragged, mingling with Merlin’s desperate moans as he pushed deeper, harder, determined to give Merlin exactly what he was begging for. The need to claim, to mark Merlin as his own, to breed his little omega was now an all-consuming fire, blazing through Arthur with an intensity that was almost unbearable.

“Arthur,” the omega whimpered, voice breaking as he weeped. “Please…”

Arthur’s heart ached with the sheer love he felt for Merlin, a love so fierce it made his chest feel like it was on the verge of imploding. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Merlin’s tear-streaked face, a silent promise that he would give Merlin everything he needed and more. With one final, powerful thrust, Arthur bit down on his little omega's neck and buried himself deeper, his own release coming in a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. As he knotted inside his mate, sealing their bond in the most primal way possible, he held Merlin close, whispering words of comfort and love into his ear.

“I’m here, Merlin,” Arthur murmured, voice rough but tender as he felt Merlin’s body relax into his. “I’ll always be here. I’ll give you everything you need, love. My heart, my soul, my young—they’re all yours.”

Arthur knotted Merlin more times during that heat than any other. 

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Summer, Ages 30 | 38

More individuals settled on Arthur’s mountains as the once-quiet peaks were now home to multiple growing families, including their own. With the arrival of their fledgling offspring after a gruelling 13.5-month pregnancy each—Elara, aged four, and Finnigan, or ‘Finny,’ aged two—the cavern had undergone a remarkable transformation. What was once a simple, cosy dwelling had evolved into a vibrant, functional home tailored for their growing family.

All along their arms, legs, and back, patches of black dragon scales adorned their skin, each one a perfect match to the color of their hair. The rest of their skin, though predominantly human, had a subtle, scaled texture that shimmered when it caught the light. Their brilliant blue eyes were slitted, much like their father's, giving them an intense and otherworldly gaze. Instead of fingernails, they both sported sharp claws on their hands and feet, which were strong and adapted enough that shoes were entirely unnecessary.

Tiny horns jutted out from their heads, adding to their draconic appearance, and small, baby wings sprouted from their backs, though not yet large enough for flight. Their teeth were sharp, pointed like their father's, designed for their carnivorous diet. Yet, despite their formidable appearance, they were just as content to consume fruits and vegetables as they were raw or cooked meats.

The imaginative and sweet Elara had Merlin’s slender build with lush, thick black hair that draped along her back, while her rambunctious and mischievous yet charming toddler brother, Finny, had Merlin's messy black hair that curled around his ears. Finny still sported a chubby baby face that only added to his endearing charm.

Indicative of their hybrid nature, even at such a young age, the fledglings were already significantly more muscular and robust than human children their age, their strength and energy seemingly boundless.

The fledglings were born with magic from the very start, and their powers only grew stronger each passing day. As their young played in the sunlit pasture with the other children who were five years their senior, their magic sparked with each step. 

“They may even surpass me one day!” Arthur jokingly lamented, eyes brimming with fondness and fatherly voice filled with a mix of pride and mock exasperation. 

Merlin giggled. “Oi, but you shall always be my very handsome dragon king!” 

Arthur’s bright eyes twinkled as he watched Elara effortlessly levitate a cluster of flowers while Finnigan made playful sparks dance in the air. “I’ll have to start taking notes from them soon.”

Merlin, who was kneeling beside Elara, laughed softly, shaking his head. He glanced over at Arthur with a warm smile. “No matter how powerful they become, you’ll always be the one who grounds them. But in all seriousness, dragons are one of the most powerful magical creatures in the world." Merlin chuckled. "Unless one of them becomes Emrys 2.0, I don't think you'll have anything to worry about.”

Arthur smiled warmly, heart swelling at the sight of their youngsters, each one so full of magic and potential. “Perhaps, but Emrys 2.0 or not,” he said with a playful smirk, “I’d like to see them try to outmatch their father. You know the saying: shoot for the moon, and at the very least, you’ll land among the stars.”

Merlin rolled his eyes affectionately, but the fondness in his expression was unmistakable. “I’m sure they’ll give you a run for your money soon enough.”

Arthur chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, as he draped a wing over Merlin’s shoulders. “Let them try. I’ll still be the dragon king, even when they’re old enough to challenge me.” He pressed a soft kiss to Merlin’s temple. “But you know, on the off chance that they do surpass me, at least I’ll get to boast that they’re ours.”

Elara excitedly turned to her fathers. “Look, Daddies! My flowers are flying!” She twirled around, her tiny wings fluttering with glee as the flowers gracefully followed her movements.

Arthur crouched down to her level, face beaming with pride. “I see, my little sorceress. You’re getting so good at controlling your magic. I’m very proud of you.”

Finnigan, who was experimenting with creating small bursts of light, waddled over to Merlin. “Daddy, look!” he exclaimed, holding up his tiny hands as the light flickered brightly between his fingers. “Me make shine big bright!”

Merlin ruffled Finnigan’s hair affectionately. “You’re doing amazing, Finny. Just remember, magic is like a tool. It’s how you use it that counts.”

Arthur joined them, wrapping a wing around Merlin’s shoulders. “I have a feeling our little fledglings are going to be quite the duo. They’re already showing so much promise.”

Merlin nodded, gaze tender as he watched their offspring. “They’re both incredible. I can’t wait to see how they continue to grow and what they’ll achieve.”

Elara looked up with a mischievous grin. “Can we make all the plants shiny someday?”

Arthur chuckled. “I wouldn’t put it past you, Elara. With your magic, I’m sure you’ll light up the whole world if you wanted to.”

Finnigan’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “We show eveyone cool magic?”

Merlin smiled, pulling them both into a hug. “That’s right. And no matter where your magic takes you, remember that we’ll always be here cheering you on.”

Arthur’s heart swelled as he made eye contact with Merlin. “They’re growing so fast, aren’t they?”

Merlin, with Elara tucked close to his side, nodded. “Too fast,” he whispered affectionately, watching their fledglings as they continued to practise their magic, their little sparks of power lighting up the room like fireflies. “But they’re so bright, Arthur. So full of magic and life. The power in them.”

“Yes, I sense it too. These two are extremely powerful little sorcerers in the making. Magically, they take after you.”

Merlin shook his head, laughing softly. “No, they’re a perfect mix of both of us. Just look at them.. They’re something else, something so special.”

Arthur nuzzled Finn gently, watching as his son toddled over to join his sister. “They’re going to be unstoppable one day,” he said with pride, pulling Merlin closer to his side.

Merlin smiled. “One day. But for now, they’re just our little fledglings.”

. . . . .

The arrival of two of Lancelot’s best friends, the love birds, alpha Gwaine and beta Percival, brought more life to the highlands. At 30 years old, Gwaine was still in the prime of his adventurous spirit. His infectious energy, larger-than-life presence, and bold personality quickly transformed the once-quiet peaks into a lively centre of activity. Eager to explore and make the most of his new home, Gwaine was always organising gatherings and feasts, drawing everyone together. He brought a sense of joy and fun everywhere he went. His knack for storytelling and infectious laughter soon had the entire community gathered around laughing and joking along as he recounted tales of his exploits and adventures with Percy. 

Percival, slightly older at 32, complemented Gwaine’s dynamism with his steady, nurturing presence. His practical skills and dependable nature made him an invaluable asset to the community. His methodical and thoughtful approach balanced out Gwaine's exuberance, creating a balanced dynamic. He was the only one who could keep Gwaine out of trouble. He was well and truly Gwaine’s rock and best friend. 

Percival, unlike Gwaine, had a green thumb. Percy knelt in the rich soil of the village crop fields, his large hands carefully loosening the earth around a row of tender young plants. Despite his size, there was a gentleness to his touch that seemed almost out of place, and yet it was that very care that made the crops thrive under his hand. His green thumb was legendary in the village (second only to Merlin’s), every seed he planted sprouting into something vibrant and strong.

Beside him, Gwaine stretched lazily, pulling a few weeds with half-hearted effort. “I’ll never understand how you do it, mate,” he muttered, glancing at Percy’s flourishing row of cabbages. “I mean, I pull the weeds, I water the plants, I even talk to them sometimes—and yet, mine look like they’re begging for mercy.”

Percy chuckled, wiping a bit of dirt from his brow. “It’s not just about the work, Gwaine. You have to feel it. The earth, the plants—they tell you what they need if you’re paying attention.”

Gwaine raised an eyebrow, sitting back on his heels. “So, what are your plants telling you now? Because mine are just cursing me under their breath.”

“They’re saying thank you,” Percy replied with a grin, patting the soil gently. “And yours? Maybe they need a little more love, less of your terrible jokes.”

Gwaine snorted. “Maybe they’re too used to your magic touch. I swear, one day I’ll grow a plant that won’t look like it’s ready to run away from me.”

“Keep at it,” Percy teased, glancing at Gwaine’s patch of struggling crops. “Though at this rate, you might want to stick to pulling weeds.”

Gwaine laughed, tossing a clump of dirt at Percy. “I’ll leave the serious farming to you, mate. I’m more of the moral support type.”

Shortly after Gwaine and Percy settled, two more individuals arrived—Mordred, a proud young brown dragon with striking blue eyes, and his mate Sefa, a dusky brown dragon with soft blue eyes. The pair had not come alone; they brought their two chicks, Kaelan and Aurelia. Seven-year-old Kaelan bore his father’s deep russet-brown scales and brilliant blue eyes, while his five-year-old sister, Aurelia, was a near mirror image of her mother, including the gentle eyes.

The young dragons played among the others. They quickly formed bonds with ten-year-olds Gareth, Rylan, and Lyra, along with Elara and Finny. Elara connected deeply with Aurelia, or Auri for short, being so close in age with similar personalities. 

But most shocking of all was another of Lancelot’s alpha friends. Leon and his alpha mate. Merlin could still remember the day she’d been introduced. Leon cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’d like you all to meet my lovely mate, the beautiful lady Morgana,” he announced, grey eyes filled with pride.

Morgana stepped into the room, her presence commanding yet calm. Her dark hair cascaded in soft waves over her pale shoulders, framing a face that was quite striking. But it was her eyes that truly captivated—one a bright blue, the other a deep, emerald green. Her alpha aura felt extremely powerful, a perfect balance to her mate, Leon. 

Merlin, sensing an electric charge from his mate’s energy field, shot him a teasing grin. Arthur must really be taken by her beauty. “I see someone’s charm has—”

“Sister!” Arthur exclaimed joyfully and in awe, startling Merlin and causing him to jump slightly. 

Leon’s eyes widened in surprise as he glanced over at Arthur. “I beg your pardon?” he asked, clearly taken aback.

Morgana, with a sly smirk, looked at Arthur with a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “Hello, little brother,” she greeted in a silky smooth voice.

Merlin’s eyes grew wide. “Your sister? But… Morgana is—”

Leon, confused but intrigued, glanced between Arthur and Morgana. “Wait, so Morgana is really—”

Before Leon could finish, Merlin’s eyes lit up with realisation. “Arthur, I didn’t know you could take on a human form! Can you show me?”

Arthur nodded, smiling smugly. “Of course I can. And alright.”

In a shimmer of golden light, Arthur’s dragon form dissolved, revealing a strikingly handsome, fit, naked, tanned middle-aged man with silky blonde hair with a chiselled, warrior-like physique and sharp jawline. Merlin immediately popped a boner. Good grief Arthur was fucking drop-dead sexy.

“Arthur, good gods!” Will shouted, looking away.

“My eyes!” wailed Gwaine, laughing, and decidedly not looking away. Percival slapped him good-naturedly on the bicep. 

Arthur immediately turned back into dragon form, rolling his eyes. “Immature, the lot of you.” He met Merlin’s gaze with a knowing smile. “That was my human form,” he said, voice smooth and alluring. “What did you think?” He raised an eyebrow. 

Merlin, attempting to hide his tented trousers, managed to stammer, “I… I think it’s absolutely amazing.”

Leon chuckled softly. “It seems Arthur’s human form has made quite an impression on Merlin.”

Arthur’s smile widened, and he gave Merlin a playful wink. “I’m glad you think so.”

Merlin’s cheeks flushed deep pink. 

That night, the pair cast a privacy charm and went at it wildly and with abandon while Arthur was in his human form. Their little ones slept peacefully nearby, completely unaware. 

Merlin couldn’t get enough of his mate’s human form. As a dragon, he was extremely sexy and attractive of course, but his human form was downright irresistible. 

“I don’t know what it is, Arthur, but this form just hits different,” Merlin had said, whilst moaning and being fucked deeply by Arthur. The way Arthur's strong, muscular body moved against Merlin's, the warmth of his skin, the intensity of his gaze—it all drove Merlin to the edge. 

Every touch, every kiss felt electric, and Merlin found himself craving the closeness and intimacy that Arthur's human form provided. It ignited a fire within Merlin that he couldn't control. Arthur’s strong hands roamed over Merlin's body, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge them into one. Merlin marvelled at the feel of Arthur's warm skin against his own, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath his touch. Arthur’s eyes, too, dark with desire. 

They moved together in a rhythm that was both wild and tender. Every moan, every gasp, only continued to fuel their passion. Arthur's human form allowed for a certain closeness that his dragon form couldn’t, and Merlin revelled in it, unable to get enough.

The night stretched on, filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the privacy charm keeping their world confined to just the two of them. By the time they finally collapsed into each other's arms, spent and satisfied, there was no doubt left—whether in dragon or human form, Arthur would always be one sexy beast to Merlin.

In the ever-growing microvillage's school, the teachers were Merlin and two dragons. Dragons were trusted due to their infinite knowledge of the world around them, for even at a young age, they had knowledge downloaded into them from their parents, who had knowledge downloaded into them from their parents, and so on and so forth. 

Merlin taught all the younglings magick or how to harness magical ability if they did not naturally possess it. “Everyone has the potential to harness magick to some extent. It’s like having a river running through your land. Some people might have a direct connection to the river, while others might only feel its effects from afar. The key is learning how to tap into that river, how to feel its flow, and how to guide it.”

Mordred, in human form, taught them all how to read and write. “Reading is like unlocking a door to new worlds,” he explained. “We’ll start with simple words and sentences. As you get more comfortable, you can explore more complex texts.”

He opened the book to a page with a short story and began reading aloud. The younglings listened intently, captivated by the story. “See how the words on the page create images and tell a story?” Mordred continued. “As you practise reading, you’ll be able to bring these stories to life in your imagination.”

Morgana, on the other hand, imparted ancient knowledge of mathematics and science. “Today, you will learn the basics of the scientific method, which is a way to explore and investigate the world. The scientific method helps us ask questions, make observations, conduct experiments, and draw conclusions.”

She paused, smiling warmly. “One day, when you are much older, you will delve into the mysteries of the universe with subjects like astrophysics, string theory, and quantum physics. These fields will offer you a deeper understanding of the cosmos and the fundamental forces that shape our reality.”

Their offspring flourished under their parents’ and the homeschool’s tutelage, their days filled with learning, laughter, and a strong sense of belonging. As the years passed, their mountain home continued to be a vibrant hub of joy with Arthur as the guardian of his vast territory. 

At times, they were visited by various other dragons. Arthur’s same-age best friend from when they were chicks, alpha Kilgharrah, often soared in from distant lands to spend time with them. It was clear he was an intellectual and his booming laughter often filled the cave, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and warmth. Along with having immense knowledge, Kilgharrah had the gift of sight as a seer dragon. 

He told Merlin that he used to belong to his father. “You knew my father?” Merlin asked, tears pricking at the edges of his vision.

“Oh yes, Balinor was a good man. It’s why you are a Dragonlord yourself. Or did you not realise?”

At Merlin’s look of confusion, Kilgharrah explained what a Dragonlord was and that it was passed down from father to son. 

“You must have it wrong. Arthur doesn’t automatically do what I say,” Merlin countered. 

“Perhaps with Arthur you never truly wished for him to blindly follow your every whim,” Kilgharrah suggested, eyes gleaming. “You always wanted him to be able to make his own choices unfettered.”

Merlin nodded. “That makes sense.. I needed his help when I first met him. He needed to be my guardian and teacher. I suppose it would be detrimental if he did everything I told him to do at that time, when I couldn’t have made good decisions for myself.” Merlin grinned, “Plus that would be boring..” And then a thought struck him. “So Finny is a Dragonlord?” 

Kilgharrah laughed. “Oh yes, I dare say, young Finnigan will soon be a force to reckon with.”

Kilgharrah’s fledgling brother, 4-year-old beta Aithusa, always came along on his visits. Aithusa and Morgana had been inseparable, their bond as strong as blood siblings as Morgana took him in after the premature death of his and Kilgharrah's parents. Morgana took on the role of a loving auntie. The dragon chick Aithusa brought with him stories of distant realms and ancient magic, enchanting the whole community—offspring and adults alike.

“Aithusa!” Elara’s excited voice rang out as the young dragon, who was the size of a small pony, landed gracefully in the center of the village, his pure white scales gleaming in the afternoon sun. The village youngsters rushed forward, their eyes wide with anticipation, while the adults smiled warmly at the familiar sight.

Morgana stepped forward from the group, her mismatched eyes lighting up as she approached the draconic little one. “You’re late,” she teased, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Aithusa rumbled softly, lowering his head so Morgana could press her hand against his warm scales. "I gots stuck! Took forever!" he chirped, toddler voice high and melodic. 

Finnigan tugged at Merlin’s sleeve, his wide blue eyes filled with wonder. “Does Aithusa have new stories, Daddy?” he asked eagerly.

Aithusa's eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at the little ones gathered around him. "Uh-huh! I gots lots of stories! Trees go whisper-whisper an' rivers are shiny like stars! Wanna hear?"

The children’s collective gasp of excitement was all the answer he needed, and as Aithusa began to weave his tale, Morgana leaned against his side, her bond with the young dragon as strong as ever.

Arthur, watching from the outskirts with Merlin by his side, smiled fondly. “Seems Aithusa never runs out of stories, does he?”

Merlin chuckled softly, leaning into Arthur’s side. “No, and neither does Morgana run out of patience for him. They’re inseparable.”

One day, Merlin approached Aithusa and gently spoke to the chick about his own past, about how he had lost his parents when he was young too. Merlin's voice softened as he shared the pain of his own childhood. Aithusa listened, small form trembling slightly as he processed Merlin's words. 

"I didn't know," he said, draconic lip wobbly. "It gonna stop owie soon?"

Merlin smiled sadly, brushing a hand along Aithusa’s smooth white scales. The young dragon shifted, his wide eyes searching Merlin’s face for comfort.

“Not completely,” Merlin replied truthfully, “but it gets easier when you have others—family—who love you. You can always come to me if you need to talk about what happened to you. No young should ever have to experience the loss of a parent. And for both to be taken so soon... I can't even begin to understand the pain.”

Aithusa’s eyes flickered, his voice trembling like a child's. "But I got my brother now... and the village. They love me, right?"

Merlin’s smile grew softer, his hand still resting gently on Aithusa’s head. “Yes, you have Kilgharrah and the entire village, Aithusa. You are surrounded by friends, by people and dragons who care about you deeply. We're here for you, and we'll never let you feel alone.”

Aithusa blinked, young wings fluttering slightly. "But it's still hard, Merwin. Sometimes I miss them lots and lots. Even with Kilgawwah and ev'rybody, sometimes I still feel sad."

“I know,” Merlin said softly, pulling Aithusa closer. “It’s okay to feel that way. Grief doesn’t go away just because we have others, but it gets a little lighter when we share it with those who love us. Kilgharrah, your brother, he loves you more than you know. And all of us here—we’re your family now.”

Aithusa nestled into Merlin’s chest, voice small. "I don't wanna be sad anymore."

Merlin pressed a gentle kiss to his head. “You don’t have to face it alone, little one. We’ll help you through it. And with Kilgharrah and all your friends by your side, I promise you’ll feel better over time. You’re never going to be alone.”

Aithusa nodded slowly, letting the warmth of Merlin’s words sink in, feeling a little less heavy in his heart. "I got you all," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

“Yes,” Merlin whispered back, “you do.” Aithusa leaned into Merlin then, accepting the shared pain and this newfound friendship with this kind Dragonlord. 

The village cherished these summer days getting to know Arthur’s old dragon buddies. They hung out with the villagers around the communal bonfire as everyone chattered into the night. During these visits, the mountains echoed with the sounds of joyous reunions and playful antics. Kilgharrah, with his flamboyant voice, regaled the village youngsters with tales of dragon legends, and despite his youth, already offering sagely life advice sprinkled with humor. So whilst Kilgharrah played the part of the wise young uncle, his chick brother Aithusa would join in village games with the village youth, his presence always a source of delight, especially for Merlin and Morgana.

Family meals were shared under the open sky, where the scent of roasted vegetables and freshly caught elk was mixed with the crisp mountain air. Arthur, ever the guardian, sat at the head of the gathering, his massive form casting a protective shadow over them all. 

Lancelot, with his usual grace, passed plates of food to Gwen, who playfully nudged him with her elbow. “Careful, Lancelot, or you’ll drop the whole dish!” she teased, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Lancelot fumbled for just a moment before catching himself, flashing her a charming grin. “I’ve never dropped a dish in my life. Your teasing’s making me clumsy.”

Their self-assured ten-year-old son Gareth rolled his eyes at his parents’ playful banter. “You say that now, Father, but I saw you almost lose that plate.”

Gwen raised an eyebrow at her son, a teasing smirk forming. “Gareth, are you taking my side? What a surprise.”

Gareth grinned mischievously, his deep brown eyes glinting with humour. “I’ve got to keep Father humble somehow.”

Lancelot chuckled, ruffling Gareth’s wavy hair. “Humble, huh? You’ve already got enough cockiness for the both of us.”

Kilgharrah, overhearing the exchange, let out a low rumbling laugh from his seat. “Eh, Gareth, kiddo, you’ve got the makings of a fine leader. Just remember to keep that humility your father’s talking about.”

Gareth puffed up proudly, but then winked at his parents. “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

As he turned his gaze, it softened when he spotted Rylan, who had been quietly watching the exchange from the other side of the fire. His best friend—his Rylan. The connection they shared ran deeper than words. Both boys had brown hair and eyes, though Gareth always thought there was something extra special about Rylan’s gaze—gentle and understanding, like he always knew what Gareth was thinking without him needing to say a word.

Rylan moved to sit closer, their shoulders brushing as they settled into the warmth of the afternoon sun. “You’ve been practicing that banter, huh?” Rylan asked with quiet affection. 

Gareth shot him a playful look, but it softened instantly. “You know me too well, Ry.” His voice lowered slightly as he added, “But you also know I’d rather be here with you than showing off.”

Rylan grinned, heart fluttering at the closeness between them. “Good thing you don’t need to show off for me. You’re already the best. You’ll be the best man in the village one day, too.”

Their bond was unspoken, instinctive. Something in them just fit together, like they’d always been meant to be. Gareth leaned in, gently pressing his forehead affectionately against Rylan’s. “You know,” he murmured, “you give me far too much credit that I don’t deserve.” 

Rylan chuckled softly, his warm eyes never leaving Gareth’s. “Oh, trust me, you deserve every bit of it. One day, everyone else will see it too.”

Gareth felt the weight of Rylan's words, the unwavering belief that always seemed to pour from his best friend, comforting him. “Sometimes I feel so much pressure to be like my dad,” Gareth whispered. “I just don’t think I can live up to him. He’s so noble, brave, strong… and then there’s me.”

Rylan’s heart ached for his friend. He squeezed Gareth’s hand a little tighter, pulling him closer. “Gareth, you’re more like him than you think,” he said softly. “You’re strong in your own way. Maybe not like Lancelot with a sword or fighting battles, but that’s because you’re still a kid! You’re always there for people, even when you’re scared. That’s brave.”

Gareth looked up at him, brow furrowed, but Rylan wasn’t done. “And you’re kind. You care about everyone—about me—in a way that not even your dad can match. That’s something special, something you shouldn’t forget.”

He rested his forehead against Gareth’s again, their closeness comforting. “You don’t have to be like him. You just have to be you. And trust me, Gareth, you are enough.”

For a moment, they sat in the quiet warmth of their shared space, the world around them fading into the background. In that moment, it didn’t matter if they hadn’t presented yet, or if their futures were uncertain. They had each other, and that was enough.

“Don’t forget, we’re in this together,” Rylan added, voice firm but tender. “We’ll figure everything out, one step at a time. You don’t have to be perfect right now.”

Gareth squeezed Rylan’s hand in return, a rare softness in his gaze. “You’re right. As long as I’ve got you, I’ll be okay.”

Rylan smiled softly, eyes meeting Gareth’s. “Always. I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.”

Aithusa, smiling warmly, chimed in, “Being a leaduh needs more than bein’ brave, Gaweth. You gotta have a big heart. And I see you got lots of that.”

Gwen placed a hand on Gareth’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “You hear that, sweetheart? You’ve got everything you need to be great, just like your dad.”

Gareth’s grin softened at his mother’s words. “Thanks, Mom. I’ll try not to let it go to my head.” 

“Told you,” Rylan whispered in his ear, wrapping both arms around his neck.

Freya, her dark eyes gleaming with joy, sat on a blanket spread out on the grass, her black hair cascading around her as she helped Lyra with her plate. “Here you go, sweetie. Try some of these roasted carrots. They’re extra delicious today.”

Lyra, her expression eager, took a bite and grinned. “They’re so good, Mother! I’m glad we came early. I want to make sure I get the biggest piece of elk!”

Will, sitting beside his omega, chuckled as he poured himself a mug of fresh cider. “Just don’t let old Kilgharrah hear that! You know him and Arthur will be fighting like two rams for the biggest morsel.”

Lyra puffed out her cheeks playfully. “Well, I’m growing, aren’t I? Besides, you always say I should eat well to stay strong.”

At that moment, Lyra's twin brother, Rylan, bounded over, his brown hair tousled and brown eyes sparkling with mischief. Following close behind, hand in hand, was Gareth, his curly hair equally unruly. As always, playful energy radiated from the boys.

“Did I hear something about elk?” Gareth asked with a grin, plopping down beside his friend. “I want the biggest piece too!”

Rylan rolled his eyes playfully as he sat down next to Gareth. “You can fight over the elk all you want,” he said with a smirk, reaching for a plate. “But I’m here for the pickled cucumber salad.”

Kilgharrah and Aithusa joined the family, lying down right next to them. Kilgharrah addressed Will. “Good afternoon. How’s everything going with the new harvest?”

Will smiled, nodding in appreciation. “The harvest is great this year, Kilg. Plenty of fresh produce for everyone. How about you? How’s the new hunting ground treating you?”

Aithusa addressed little Lyra. “Lywa, I see you be such a good little hewper now.”

Lyra looked up from her plate, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yes, now that I’ve reached double digits, I help out whenever I can! I’m learning so much from everyone.”

Rylan chimed in, crossing his arms proudly. “And I help too! I’m strong enough to carry the bigger baskets now!” His voice held a hint of determination, wanting to prove himself.

Freya reached over, ruffling both their hair affectionately. “You both have been such a big help indeed. We’re proud of how much you’ve grown.”

Kilgharrah’s eyes softened as he looked at Lyra, Rylan, and Gareth. “You’re all doing wonderfully. It’s clear you’ve got a lot of potential. Keep up the good work.”

Lyra beamed, clearly pleased by the praise. “Thank you, Kilg!”

Rylan grinned, nudging his sister playfully. “Yeah! And next time, I’ll beat you to the biggest piece of elk!”

Merlin sat quietly on a log, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile. Gwaine had been spinning another of his wild tales, and Merlin had looked away, laughing mirthfully. Arthur’s familiar, deep voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Do you remember, Merlin, when you first tried to fly with me?" Arthur teased. Merlin groaned in response, causing the others to laugh.

"Oh, how could I forget? You nearly dropped me in the lake!" Merlin shot back, though his tone was filled with affection. The memory of that day brought laughter all around.

Their younglings, full of energy, darted between the adults, laughter echoing through the valley. Elara, with her raven-black hair catching the sunlight, chased after her toddler brother Finnigan, who was already attempting his clumsy dragon pounces. 

Mordred and Sefa sat together at the feast, their eyes following their chicks as Kaelin and Aurelia flew around and over the gathering. Mordred exchanged a fond smile with Sefa as they watched their rambunctious offspring play. His chicks were smaller, only the size of baby elephants.

Elara was on Auri's back, whilst tiny Finny stayed grounded, much too young to fly on a dragon. Finny only flew when he was in the arms of another adult, such as his daddy Merlin, Gwen, or Will. The hybrids would likely not be able to fly on their own until they were six or seven.

Kaelin was large for his age. He flew past the tables at breakneck speed, wings fluttering with excitement. Little Aurelia, smaller and more delicate in build, with dusky brown scales and large baby blues, trailed behind him, both her and Elara's giggles ringing through the air. 

“You two, slow down before you knock something over,” Sefa called gently, smiling. "Especially you, Auri! Don't knock Elara off your back!"

Aurelia giggled. "I won't, Mama!" Then she glanced back at her passenger. "You 'kay, 'Lara?"

Elara giggled. "Uh-huh! Go go go! We gotta beat meanie Kaelin!"

Kaelin shot his mother a mischievous grin. “We’re dragons, Mama. We’re supposed to be fast!”

Mordred chuckled, shaking his head. “Fast doesn’t mean reckless, son. There’s a difference.”

Kaelin rolled his eyes playfully, but his pace slowed just enough to satisfy his father. “Fine, but only because you asked, Pops.”

Aurelia, always quick to mimic her older brother, fluttered her wings and flopped onto the ground next to the table. “I’m so tired from all this slowness,” she declared dramatically, looking up at her parents with wide, playful eyes.

Sefa laughed softly, reaching down with a tail tip to pat her daughter’s head. “Well, my little dragon, if you’re tired, you can sit and help me with the food.”

Aurelia pouted, but a teasing glint sparkled in her eyes. “Me an' 'Lara are only tired of sitting still.”

"Yeah!" Elara agreed cheerily, sliding off her friend to swing a delighted Finny around and around by his chubby arms.

Mordred reached over, flicking Aurelia affectionately. “You younglings are always full of energy,” he said with a grin. 

Kaelin, not one to miss an opportunity for more fun, leaned over to his sister and whispered loudly, “Bet I can fly higher than you when we’re done eating.”

Aurelia’s eyes lit up, and she jumped to her feet, wings already stretching in anticipation. “No way! I’m faster!”

Mordred gave them both a mock-stern look. “Finish your food first. Then, we’ll see who’s really the fastest.”

Kaelin puffed up his chest proudly. “I’ll win. Just you wait.”

Kilgharrah and Aithusa’s visits starkly reminded Merlin of how little he knew about dragons. There was still so much to explore in Arthur’s world, so much he had yet to learn. Before Kilgharrah and his brother departed to the great sadness of the villagers who'd grown quite fond of both, the exceedingly wise dragon beckoned Merlin over with a wing. Merlin approached. “Kilgharrah? What is it?” he asked, tilting his head.

The dragon’s golden eyes gleamed with ancient knowledge, voice deep and resonant. “There is a prophecy, young warlock,” Kilgharrah began, his gaze unwavering. “One that speaks of the legendary bond between you and Arthur—your mate bond. It is foretold that through this sacred bond, Arthur's life shall be lengthened. His threads of fate shall intertwine with yours, Merlin, and endure as long as your own."

Merlin’s breath caught in his throat. “W-what? You mean... Arthur—he’ll be immortal?” His eyes were wide with both shock and wonder, emotions swirling in him like a whirlwind.

Kilgharrah nodded solemnly. “Not immortal in the truest sense, but your bond will grant him longevity—he will live as long as you do, sharing your life and your destiny.”

Merlin’s heart pounded in his chest, mind racing as happy tears began spilling over. “That’s… that’s incredible. I didn’t think anything like that was possible.” Since finding out about his immortality, he'd dreaded the day when his mate would pass and leave him to wander for eternity alone. Now, finding out that Arthur would be with him throughout all of time was truly the best news he could ever receive. 

Kilgharrah’s expression softened. “Much is possible when magic and fate intertwine. This bond between you and Arthur is one of legend, forged by destiny itself.”

Merlin blinked, still trying to process what he was hearing. “Arthur will live as long as me,” he whispered, tearful voice tinged with awe.

“He will be by your side as you fight to save magick, one day far in the very distant future, when magick is prophesied to have slowly drained from this world. As Emrys, it is your destiny to ensure that never comes to pass.”

“How would I do that?” Merlin asked, bewildered. 

Kilgharrah's eyes twinkled with a knowing glint as he answered, “The key you seek is not in strength or fame, but in the power of love—both humble and untamed. When magic wanes and darkness rises, you must seek the boy who lived through love's sacrifices.”

Merlin blinked, confused. “The boy who… what?”

Kilgharrah’s deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the mountain air, though there was an ancient wisdom behind his amusement. His great golden eyes locked onto Merlin, their depths swirling with untold knowledge.

“Ah, Merlin, you have always been impatient with prophecy. In time, you will understand. The boy who lived through love’s sacrifices shall be a beacon in the darkest of times. He will not seek power, nor glory, but will conquer through the bonds of friendship, loyalty, and love. It is through him that magic’s salvation will come. But he cannot do it without you, and you cannot do it without Arthur."

Merlin frowned, still trying to make sense of the cryptic words. “But how will I find him? And when?”

Kilgharrah's wings shifted slightly as he lowered his head toward Merlin, his voice softening but still carrying the weight of ages.

“When the world has nearly forgotten magic, and a great darkness threatens to swallow it whole, you will hear whispers of him—a child marked by both death and life. A symbol of hope, hidden among the ordinary. Seek him when the hour grows most dire, and know that in him, you will find not only the spark to rekindle magic but the heart to protect it.”

Merlin’s eyes widened, realisation slowly dawning. “I... I will have to wait a long time, won’t I?”

Kilgharrah nodded solemnly. “Patience, young warlock. For though your destiny is grand, it is but one thread in the vast tapestry of time. The boy you must seek is yet to be born, but when he arrives, he will change everything—not through force, but through love. You must be ready. And you must remember—love is the greatest magic of them all.”

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It’d been an ordinary, peaceful late summer day in the village, with Merlin tending to the crops with the other adult villagers as Arthur napped lazily under a large tree. The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the crops, and the gentle hum of workers, insects, and birds twittering filled the air.

Suddenly, the sound of great wings beating overhead caught the villager’s attention. Merlin looked up to see two majestic dragons soaring across the sky, their massive forms casting long shadows on the village below. One was a sleek, dark figure, looking quite powerful, while the other was a brilliant white, pearl scales gleaming in the sunlight. Recognizing immediately that these were no ordinary visitors, Merlin’s heart raced. He could sense a familiar aura of energy from them.

Arthur stirred, eyes opening slowly before widening in surprise. In an instant, his confusion gave way to excitement as he leapt to his feet and roared joyfully. “Father! Mother!” he called, draconic voice booming through the valley. Without hesitation, he launched himself into the air, soaring toward them with powerful wingbeats.

Merlin stood frozen for a moment, his mind spinning. Arthur’s parents? They’d spoken of meeting them, but the timing had never quite worked out, especially with their two young offspring keeping them busy. He hadn’t expected today to be the day.

Percy, Gwaine, Will, Leon, and Lancelot—who’d been working in the fields with Merlin—were momentarily taken aback by the sight of Arthur's parents soaring through the sky. Though they were all used to the presence of dragons by now, this moment felt different, charged with a different kind of energy. The group, used to dragons and all the strange happenings in their village, watched as Arthur met his parents midair, his joyful cry still echoing across the valley. They each understood, in their own way, that this was not just another day with dragons. This was a family reunited, and for Merlin, Leon, and Arthur, a piece of their story that had finally fallen into place.

Gwaine let out a low whistle as he leaned on his shovel. “So that’s where he gets it from,” he quipped, lips curling into a grin. “Father and Mother, huh? I thought our little princess was all grown up, but look at him now.” There was amusement in his voice, but beneath it, a glint of genuine awe. 

Leon had heard tales of the legendary Pendragons from his mate, Morgana, but had never imagined his in-laws visiting like this. As he watched the two majestic dragons soar overhead, casting their long shadows over the village, his pulse quickened. Though Morgana had spoken of their power and grandeur countless times, seeing them in person—Arthur rushing to greet them with joyful abandon—was something altogether different.

Morgana, currently at the village school teaching the young ones, was blissfully unaware of the grand arrival. Leon couldn’t help but glance toward the direction of the schoolhouse. He could only imagine Morgana’s reaction to her brother reuniting with their parents.

Despite his calm exterior, the sight of Arthur’s parents descending from the heavens left Leon feeling slightly out of place. As much as he had come to accept the incredible, this moment felt monumental, like another piece of his family story falling into place.

Leon knew that school was to be out soon, and he let out a small chuckle, knowing it was only a matter of time before Morgana would hear the news. His eyes followed Arthur’s form as he flew toward his parents, while his mind wandered briefly to how Morgana would feel seeing her family united again. For now, he stood in silence, ready to face the arrival of his legendary in-laws.

“Arthur’s waited for this moment for a long time,” Lancelot said to Merlin, grinning. “And I’m sure so have you.” 

Merlin giggled nervously. “Yeah, I just wish I was more prepared!”

Arthur met his parents mid-air, greeting them with a thunderous roar of excitement as his father Uther, a massive brown dragon with commanding presence, wrapped his neck around his son in affectionate greeting. As they landed, Ygraine, the beautiful pure white dragon with scales that shimmered in the sunlight, gracefully landed beside them. Her crystal-blue eyes—exactly like Arthur’s—glinted warmly as she looked upon her son.

They landed near Merlin with a gentle thud. Merlin wiped his hands on his tunic, trying to steady his nerves. Though he’d known this moment would come, it still felt surreal. Arthur beamed, his excitement palpable as he turned to Merlin and Leon. "Come meet your in-laws properly, you two," he said, beckoning them over. "They’ve been eager to meet you both."

Uther turned his gaze to the two men, who gave tentative smiles in return. "Come now, no need to look so nervous. All have spoken highly of you both." 

Merlin and Leon took deep breaths and stepped forward, trying not to let their nerves show. Uther's gaze was intense but not unkind, while Ygraine’s warm smile helped put him at ease. Uther spoke in a deep rumble and both he and Ygraine bowed to Merlin. “And especially you, Dragonlord.”

Merlin blinked in surprise, glancing at Arthur. "Ah, yes, I’m a Dragonlord," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "It’s an honour to meet you both."

Uther’s lips quirked into a half-smile. Like his daughter, he had mismatched eyes, except one was green while the other was half-green, half-brown. They gleamed as he studied Merlin. "Kilgharrah has told us a great deal about you."

Merlin blinked, feeling both flattered and a little shy. "All good things, I hope," he replied, trying to sound casual but failing to mask his nervousness.

"Of course," Ygraine said with a soft laugh. "They said you’re the sort of mate Arthur needs. Kind, strong, and full of heart. And now I can see why my son chose you—there’s a spark in you, Merlin." 

Uther chimed in, voice full of pride. "Arthur was a handful growing up, but he’s lucky to have found someone who can keep him grounded. And from what I hear, Merlin, you’ve done just that."

Merlin laughed bashfully, scratching the back of his head. "I wouldn’t say that, really. Arthur is...well, Arthur." He glanced at the dragon in question, who shot him a knowing smirk.

"You mean wonderful," Arthur quipped, nudging Merlin with his massive wing.

"More like insufferable," Merlin shot back, but there was no malice in his words—only the familiar teasing they shared.

Uther moved closer, enormous form casting a shadow over Merlin, though his presence was anything but intimidating. "I’m glad Arthur found you, Merlin," Uther rumbled, his deep voice resonating through the valley. His immense, dark-scaled form radiated power, yet his tone was surprisingly gentle, a warmth that caught Merlin slightly off guard. "It’s not easy for a dragon to find companions who truly understand them, and yet, here you are—a human standing among dragons." Uther’s piercing eyes gleamed with both curiosity and approval, his gaze softening as he continued, “Peculiar, my beautiful daughter Morgana has also found a human mate.”

Uther’s smile grew, a kind and knowing expression, as his gaze shifted toward Leon. Immediately sensing the attention of the dragon king upon him, Leon instinctively stood up straighter, his posture proud yet deferential. The air seemed to thrum with an unspoken energy as Leon dipped into a respectful bow, grey eyes never leaving Uther.

"Sir," Leon said with quiet dignity, his voice steady despite the presence of the legendary dragon in front of him. Though he had fought alongside many great warriors and faced numerous battles, the sheer presence of Uther—a dragon king of unmatched wisdom and strength—was something altogether different.

Uther gave him a benevolent smile, draconic features softening into a surprisingly fatherly expression. "There’s no need to be so formal, Leon," Uther replied, voice rich with the same gentle warmth he’d shown Merlin. "You are family now, after all." The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that made Leon feel as though he’d just been welcomed into something greater, something deeper than even the bonds forged in battle. 

Standing beside Uther was Ygraine, her serene gaze full of sweetness. “Kilgharrah also spoke highly of you,” she added, her soft voice melodious. “He says Morgana is so very happy with you, and that you make her feel truly loved.”

Leon flushed at the praise, his heart swelling as he met Ygraine’s motherly gaze. It was still surreal to him that these legendary figures—Arthur’s parents, Morgana’s family—could be so gentle, so... human, despite their draconic forms. They weren’t just powerful beings; they were family, and they were welcoming him with open hearts.

"Yes, Morgana and Leon are quite the loving pair," Merlin agreed enthusiastically. “And Arthur’s... special." He turned to Arthur, giving him a soft smile, one that conveyed much more than words ever could.

Arthur’s eyes softened, usual playful demeanour giving way to something more genuine. Arthur added affectionately, "And as a dragonlord, Merlin’s more than capable of handling dragons.” Then grinning toothily, he added, “Even special ones." 

“Ah yes, Kilgharrah mentioned that my grandchick will grow to be one as well,” Uther rumbled approvingly.

Ygraine’s eyes sparkled with pride as she looked between her son and Merlin. "You both must tell us your history, how you came to be mated. I’m certain the future holds many more adventures for the two of you."

"Just as long as Arthur doesn’t try to throw me off his back again," Merlin jabbed, earning a deep laugh from Uther and a playful shove from Arthur’s tail tip.

"I told you I wasn’t trying to throw you off," Arthur defended, though his grin betrayed him. "You just weren’t holding on tight enough."

Merlin shot him a glare, but the affection behind it was unmistakable. "Sure, blame the passenger."

Ygraine chuckled, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "It’s clear you care deeply for each other. That’s something to be treasured."

Merlin’s chest tightened, thankful that despite their teasing, his parents could see that there was an undeniable connection between them. Her eyes twinkled with affection as she added, "And it seems you’ve given us two beautiful grandchicks as well." As she spoke, Uther was looking at his omega proudly, his soft eyes twinkling with affection. He pressed against her, and she stole a glance at him, winking. 

Merlin’s heart skipped a beat at her words, and his face flushed with pride. He could hardly believe the words that just came from Ygraine’s mouth—grandchicks. It felt surreal to be standing here, with Arthur’s parents already aware and accepting of their offspring.

Arthur, standing tall beside Merlin, glanced over at him and smiled. "Elara and Finnigan," he said proudly. "Our little hybrid terrors. They’ve kept Merlin and me on our talons."

Ygraine’s eyes lit with joy. "We’ve heard so much about them from Aithusa. He absolutely adores them. He could not stop talking about them."

Merlin nodded, smile widening. "They adore him too. Finnigan has been trying to fly like him since he could walk." 

Uther let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "A family full of energy, I see. Good. That’s what the Pendragons need—young whelps who can hold their own."

Arthur beamed, wrapping a wing around Merlin as he said, "They’re growing stronger every day. Elara’s wings have just started to grow in fully, and Finn’s already attempting small flame bursts—though he nearly scorched Merlin last week."

Merlin gave a mock sigh of exasperation, though his eyes twinkled with affection. "Nearly being the key word," he muttered playfully. "They’re a handful, but we wouldn’t have it any other way."

Ygraine laughed softly, her gaze filled with warmth as she looked between Arthur and Merlin. "You two have built a beautiful life together. It’s everything we hoped for when we heard Arthur had found his mate."

Merlin’s heart swelled with emotion. To hear those words from Arthur’s mother—a dragon he had heard so much about—felt like a validation of everything he and Arthur had built together and cherished.

"Thank you," Merlin said quietly, voice thick with emotion. "That means more than I can say."

Uther placed a tail tip gently on Merlin’s shoulder. "Welcome to the family, Merlin," he said solemnly. "We’re proud to have you as one of us."

Merlin swallowed hard, nodding in gratitude. "It’s an honour to be part of it."

Uther cast Leon and Merlin both a soft look, his eyes filled with affection. “You are both one of us now,” he said, voice a lilting mix of pride and tenderness, making the men’s hearts skip a beat each. 

Arthur grinned widely. "Looks like we're one big family, after all," he said warmly as he gave Merlin a nudge with his tail. The playful gesture was a stark contrast to the moment’s gravity, yet it was so perfectly Arthur—full of life, warmth, and joy.

Merlin, still slightly awestruck by the entire scene, found himself smiling as he looked between the dragons and the humans standing among them. It was strange, indeed, to be a human among dragons, but as Uther’s gaze returned to him with approval and Ygraine offered a soft smile, Merlin felt like he had finally found where he belonged. Family—human and dragon—together in a way that felt utterly right.

. . . . .

Elara and Finnigan were absolutely thrilled to finally meet their grandparents. Elara, with her imaginative and nurturing nature, quickly bonded with Ygraine, who shared stories of ancient times and the wisdom of the dragonkin. Toddler Finnigan, ever rambunctious and mischievous, found a kindred spirit in Uther, who delighted in playing games and teaching him more about the wonders of the dragon world.

During their two-week visit, Merlin watched with a warm heart as Arthur’s parents interacted with their grandchildren. Uther’s booming dragon laughter echoed through the cave as he played with Finnigan, his massive dragon form surprisingly gentle. The sight of Uther’s enormous tail swishing playfully while Finnigan chased after it was a fantastical sight to behold. Despite his size, Uther was careful, allowing Finnigan to climb over his enormous talons and scale his shimmering scales like a small mountain.

“You’re getting faster, little one,” Uther rumbled as Finnigan giggled, chubby tot hands gripping onto Uther’s tail. The dragon’s eyes gleamed with affection, and though his form was colossal, he moved with remarkable delicacy around his grandson. “We will visit more frequently now that we know young grandchicks are involved. Wouldn’t want to miss you both growing up.”

“Yes, watching chicks grow is the best part of having them,” Ygraine gushed, eyes glowing. 

Finnigan, beaming with excitement, whispered something into Uther’s ear as best as he could, standing on tiptoe. Uther’s deep, resonant chuckle filled the air. “A secret, eh?” he said in amusement, lowering his great head to nuzzle Finnigan gently. “Well, I promise not to tell your fathers—this time.”

Merlin smiled, feeling warmth bloom in his chest. "Your father laughs quite a lot," he mused to Arthur, who stood beside him watching the scene unfold. “I thought he’d be… different.”

Arthur’s eyes softened. “He’s always been like that with family, though not everyone gets to see it.”

Meanwhile, Ygraine spent serene moments with Elara. The two of them sat together on a soft patch of moss, the gentle light filtering through the cave’s entrance casting a warm glow on their faces. Ygraine, though imposing, was relaxed and graceful as she talked with Elara. Her scales shimmered iridescently in a spectrum of pearly whites, and her eyes held a soft, loving gaze as she listened to the young fledgling.

Elara, nestled comfortably beside her grandmother, was animatedly recounting a story she’d heard at school. "And then the big hero went swoosh with his big sword, and—” she began, large eyes wide with excitement.

Ygraine chuckled softly, voice a deep, soothing rumble. “Oh, that sounds like quite the adventure. But did the knight remember to thank the dragon for their help?”

Elara looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking her tiny head. “No. I don’t fink so..”

“Most prefer to be thanked,” Ygraine said with a wink. “It’s always nice to know that your efforts are appreciated, even if you’re just being yourself.”

The conversation continued in this gentle, affectionate manner, each word bringing the two closer together. Ygraine reached out with a clawed hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Elara’s face. “You know, dear, I’m so proud of you. Already you are such a bright light in our family, just like your fathers.”

Elara’s face lit up with a shy smile. “Thank you, Gramma. I like playing with you and Grampa Uth... Uter. It's really nice.”

Ygraine’s heart swelled. “It truly is. And it’s moments like these that make me realise just how precious family is.”

Merlin watched from a distance, feeling a profound sense of contentment. The interactions were a beautiful reminder of the warmth and love that defined this unconventional and mighty family he was now a part of. He saw in Uther and Ygraine a reflection of his own relationship with Arthur. The way Uther looked at Ygraine, with pure adoration and a twinkle of joy in his eye, mirrored the way Arthur looked at him. Merlin couldn’t help but think that Uther and Ygraine were truly soulmates, just as he and Arthur were.

True to his word, Uther and Ygraine became regular visitors to the mountain village, their great forms gracing the skies with their visits at least once a month.

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7 years later…

Autumn, Ages: 37 | 45

As delicate months bled into blissful years, Merlin and Arthur watched their children grow, always ready to spring into action if ever need be. 

Gwen’s older brother’s return was met with much delight and shock, especially among Elyan’s closest friends. He had been traveling for over two decades and returned with a family—beta mate Mithian and their three pups. 

Lancelot, Gwaine, Percival, Mordred, and Leon, all of whom knew Elyan well and considered him one of their best friends, gathered to welcome him. Lancelot extended a hearty handshake. “Elyan, Mithian! It’s great to see you both finally back and safe! The group feels complete again with you and your family.”

Elyan clapped Lancelot on the shoulder with a grin. “It’s great to be back, Lancelot. You wouldn’t believe the tales I have to share.”

Gwaine, stepping forward with a wide grin, wrapped the couple up in a big enthusiastic hug. “I’m sure you’ve both got plenty of stories. Just don’t let them outshine mine!”

Mithian laughed. “We’ll try to keep them balanced, Gwaine. But don’t expect any of them to involve dragon-sized mishaps like yours.” 

Mordred, in his human form, stepped forward with an exuberant grin. “Elyan! Mithian!” he called out, moving quickly to greet them. “About time you two returned to us. The group just hasn’t been the same without ya!”

Elyan chuckled, opening his arms for a hug. “I could say the same about you, Mordred. It’s good to be back.”

Mithian smiled warmly. “It’s good to see familiar faces again.”

Mordred clapped them on the back as they embraced. “Familiar and eager to welcome you both back. You’ve both been missed, my friends. We’ve got a lot to catch up on, and I’m sure the others are dying to hear your stories.” He gestured towards the feast tables. 

Elyan and Mithian’s three children were standing close to their parents. The youngest one was clinging tightly to her mother’s robes, but the other two were looking around curiously.  

Mordred continued graciously, “Come along, we’ve got plenty of food, and I’m sure you and your children are absolutely famished after your travels.”

Percival, who’d been quietly observing, finally spoke. “It’s wonderful to see you again, Elyan, Mithian. Nice to see you two have finally tied the knot! And with children! Mithian, your young must be excited to settle down here. How are they adjusting to the move?”

Mithian smiled, blue eyes twinkling. “They’re adjusting quite well. Ayla, my eldest, is already eager to explore.” Laughing, she continued, “She always is. Kaius, my son, can’t wait to make friends, and little Lila here is just overtly fascinated by everything around her. They’re used to travelling. Now that we’re finally settling down, they’ll do great, we hope!”

Leon remarked, “Your family will fit right in. If it’s boredom you’re concerned about, don’t. This mountain is quite fascinating. There’s always another nook to explore, more hills to climb.”

As Arthur, in his usual dragon form, and Merlin made their way to the crowd, Arthur glanced at Merlin with a curious expression, his draconic ears overhearing the conversation. "So, Elyan is here?"

Merlin’s eyes went wide and he quickened his pace. So that’s what all the commotion was about! "Oh my gods, Elyan? Elyan and I were thick as thieves when we were kids. You’ll like him. He’s... well, you’ll see."

When they reached Elyan, Merlin burst forward, grinning from ear to ear. “Elyan! It’s been ages!” he called out, excitement bubbling over. Merlin ran and hugged Elyan, who was giving Merlin a look of pure confusion. Merlin, realising he wasn’t being embraced back, let go and exclaimed, “It’s me, Merlin!” 

Elyan’s face broke into a wide grin as he at last recognized him, only a skinny 8-year-old boy last time he saw him. "Merlin? But I thought you were sent off as a sacrifi—” He stopped when he realised what must’ve happened, and burst out into joyous laughter. “Oh, Merlin! Come here!” He pulled Merlin into another hug, a proper one this time. 

Merlin laughed, wrapping his arms around Elyan as well. “Yeah! I’m alive! Turns out the big scary dragon wanted to keep me safe, not eat me.” 

"More like he wanted to date ya, not plate ya!" Gwaine joked good-naturedly.

Arthur snorted. “That is highly inappropriate! Merlin was but a child when he came to me,” the golden dragon snapped, a billow of smoke trailing from his nostrils. His eyes were aflame with rising fury, and Gwaine shrank back, looking uncharacteristically alarmed. 

Merlin tugged at Arthur’s scales. “Arthur, you need to calm all the way down, Gwaine was only joking,” he hissed. “Can’t you see you’re scaring him?”

Arthur’s chest heaved with barely contained rage, his golden scales shimmering as smoke continued to pour from his nostrils. “Joking or not, it’s disrespectful,” he growled, large tail swishing in agitation. His sharp eyes remained locked on Gwaine, the intensity of his stare making the air feel heavy.

Gwaine, for once, looked genuinely remorseful, his usual bravado gone. He raised his hands in a placating gesture, backing away a step. “I—uh—didn’t mean to cross the line, mate. I swear. It was just a bad joke, alright? I didn’t think.”

“When do you ever..” muttered Percy, pinching his nose.

Arthur’s posture stiffened as he wrestled with his temper. 

“Arthur..” Merlin’s soft voice brought him back to the moment, grounding him. Arthur glanced down at Merlin’s worried face and took a long, steadying breath, the fire in his eyes dimming. 

“Fine,” he muttered, flicking a final glare at Gwaine before turning his head. “But watch your words next time, Gwaine. I’m not so forgiving twice.”

Gwaine gave a lopsided, nervous grin. “Message received, loud and clear. Won’t happen again, I promise.” Percy was at his side, hissing in his ear, admonishing him further. 

Elyan turned his gaze to Arthur. “I assume you are the aforementioned dragon that saved Merlin, sir?” he asked, bowing slightly in thanks. 

Arthur inclined his head in a polite nod. “Yes, I am. I am Merlin’s alpha and my name is Arthur Pendragon, dragon king of these mountains. I keep my village safe. It would be an honour to watch over any family of Gwen’s and any friend of Merlin’s.”

Elyan whistled. “A dragon king and Merlin’s alpha? Seems like my younger sister keeps good company.” Elyan paused for a moment, taking in the weight of Arthur’s words before adding more seriously, “Thank you, Arthur. It means a lot to know Gwen is in safe hands. And Merlin, well… he’s always been someone I cared about. He was like my little brother growing up. It tore at my soul to find him gone after my father and I came back from a hunting trip. I wished I had been there to protect him. I’m glad to see he’s found someone who could protect him far better than I ever could.”

With a nod, Arthur rested his tail tip on Elyan’s shoulder. "I may be the one watching over him now, but I’m happy to see that Merlin's always had a family that cared."

Elyan turned his attention to Merlin, grinning. “Still as trouble-making as ever?”

Merlin laughed. “Oh, you know it. But you—look at you, Elyan! Still the same, just... bigger!”

Mithian smiled warmly at Merlin and his dragon. “It’s wonderful to meet you both. Our children have so been looking forward to settling down. We’ve been travelling all their lives, you know.”

Merlin’s gaze softened when he looked at the three kids. 13-year-old Ayla met Merlin’s gaze confidently. She looked stunning and fierce, even at such a young age. Her complexion was a warm, rich caramel. She inherited her mother’s delicate features but with Elyan’s bold dark eyes. Her long, ringlets of light brown hair were braided back, and she had a natural grace about her. 

Ayla held out a hand to Merlin. “I’m Ayla. Father and you were friends as kids?”

Merlin nodded, smiling widely and reciprocating her handshake. “We were. You’ve got your father’s strength, I can see that already.”

10-year-old Kaius had a warm, medium-brown complexion with olive undertones and brown hair just a shade lighter than his father with stunning hazel eyes. He leaped up beside Ayla, looking at Arthur with wide eyes. This was the closest Kaius had ever been to a real-life dragon. His energy and enthusiasm was infectious. “You said you’re a dragon king?”

Arthur knelt slightly to Kaius’s level, smiling warmly. “Of this mountain, yes. I am committed to protecting you and your siblings from any threats.”

Before Kaius could respond, he got cut off. “Hey Kaius!” nine-year-old Finnigan greeted this new boy, voice full of friendly excitement. “I’m Finnigan, but most just call me Finny.” 

Kaius looked up, offering a wide, equally exuberant smile and gave a quick wave. “Hey yourself! My friends call me Kai.” He stepped forward, outgoing nature shining through. “I bet we’ll get along just fine.” He was glancing at Finnigan’s wings and horns with wide-eyed interest. “You’re part dragon?”

Finny grinned, showing his sharp dragon teeth. "You bet your socks I am! I’m the son of Arthur!" 

Kaius’s eyes widened. “So you’re like, a dragon hybrid prince?”

“Mhm!” Finny beamed. “Lovely to meet you, Kai!” He wrapped a scaled arm around Kaius. “You should sit with me tonight—bet you’ve never seen a dragon boy eat before, huh?” He chuckled, enthusiasm bubbling over.

Kaius’s eyes lit up, not the least bit intimidated by Finny’s sharp dragon teeth. “No, I’ve never even seen a dragon-boy before now!” He laughed. “Bet I can keep up with you, even if you’re part dragon!”

“We’ll see about that!” Finny smirked, a fiery competitive light in his eyes. 

Lila, at only seven, peeked out from behind Mithian, her large, expressive eyes taking everything in. Lila was a true beauty with her smooth, warm caramel complexion and bright blue eyes, which looked quite striking on her. Unlike her siblings who both had light brown coils for hair, her springy locks were black like her father’s. Merlin gave her a gentle smile and crouched down, voice soft. “And who must you be? You remind me a lot of your mother.”

Lila giggled shyly, clinging to Mithian’s dress as Mithian smiled down at her. “My name is Lila,” she said softly. Adorable, Merlin thought fondly. 

“Lila, you would probably get along with Orion. He’s around your age,” Merlin said kindly. Lila nodded, averting her shy gaze. Merlin knew Orion would be able to bring her out of her shell. 

Elyan glanced at his family, then back to Arthur and Merlin. “It’s good to be back and see familiar faces again. I’m looking forward to the new ones too.” His eyes settled on Arthur with a nod. 

Arthur returned it, feeling a sense of kinship already forming between them. “Welcome home, Elyan. We’re glad to have you.”

Gwen at last made her entrance to the feast with her 17-year-old son Gareth walking confidently at her side. They’d arrived on horse-drawn cart with Will’s dapple grey mountain horse Stormchaser, whom he adopted after Bramble passed of old age three years prior. 

Gareth’s broad shoulders and commanding presence were immediately noticeable as he walked through the threshold of the community kitchen, his strong alpha energy emanating powerfully as he carried an impressive amount of food in his arms, piled high yet balanced with ease. His omega, Rylan, also 17, walked closely beside him. Rylan carried his own share of food, though Gareth bore the heaviest load.

Behind them, Rylan’s family followed, with more food in both their arms. Rylan’s pretty twin sister, beta Lyra, kept pace with them, her own arms full of dishes for the feast.

As they entered, Gwen burst into happy tears the moment she spotted her brother. “Elyan!” she called out, joyfully depositing her food on a nearby bench and sprinting madly toward him. She wrapped him in a tight embrace. “I can’t believe you’re back. I’ve missed you so much! How long has it been? 24 years! Oh my!” 

"Gwen! It's good to see you too," Elyan laughed, holding her tightly. "Twenty-four years? Has it really been that long? No wonder you’ve gotten so much stronger with those hugs!” He stepped back, wiping his eyes, his smile broad. “I’ve missed you too, sister. Far too much. It’s good to be home.”

Gwen chuckled, glancing over at Mithian and the children. “And you’ve been busy, I see! Your family is beautiful, Elyan. Mithian, it’s so good to see you again. I didn’t realise you went with him.”

Mithian smiled warmly as she returned Gwen's hug. “It’s wonderful to see you too, Gwen,” she said softly. “I couldn’t let him go alone, could I? After he left, I tracked him down. I figured he’d need some help along the way! We’ve all had quite the adventure. It’s been good for all of us.” She glanced over at her children, her expression full of love. “But it’s even better to be back.”

“This is Gareth,” Gwen introduced, pride evident in her voice. 

Gareth’s eyes flicked to his uncle and aunt, smiling respectfully as he shook their hands. “It’s an honour to finally meet you, Uncle Elyan. I’ve heard plenty of stories.” 

Mithian, observing her nephew for the first time, tilted her head slightly, a smile growing. “You have your mother’s eyes, but there’s no doubt you’ve inherited Lancelot’s strength.”

Gareth chuckled softly. “Thank you. It’s a mix I’m proud of.” His tone was warm. He glanced around at his younger cousins, nodding to them with an easy grin. “Looks like I’ve got a few stories to hear, huh?”

The younger ones, eyes wide with admiration, nodded eagerly, already intrigued by their older cousin who, despite his commanding presence, radiated friendliness.

Elyan gave Gareth a once-over and chuckled. “You’re a fine young man, Gareth. Almost as big as your father now.”

Gareth smiled sheepishly. “Thank you!”

Lancelot gave a playful nudge to his son. “You’ll have to show your cousins around—they’re just a tad younger than you. Time to set a good example as the eldest of the youth once more.”

Gareth nodded dutifully. “Of course, Father. The duties of the eldest son never cease.” But there was a light in his eyes that spoke of carefree eagerness to teach the younger generation.  

“I’m Rylan,” beamed his mate as Gareth watched proudly, eyes never leaving his omega.  

Kaius grinned at his cousin and his mate. “I bet you’ve both got some cool stories.”

Gareth’s smile widened. “Nah, I’ve been stuck in this village all my life. Yours will be much more interesting!”

Little Lila, still timid, clung to Mithian’s hand but smiled at her aunt Gwen. Gwen’s eyes softened as she crouched down to Lila’s height, her voice gentle and warm. “Hello, Lila. It’s so nice to finally meet you. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young lady.” She smiled encouragingly, holding out her hand. “Are you enjoying your time here so far?”

Lila hesitated, still holding tightly to Mithian’s hand, but her smile grew a little wider as she nodded. “Mhm… It’s big here.”

Gwen chuckled softly. “It is, isn’t it? You know, when I was your age, I used to get lost in places like this all the time.” She winked. “But I always found the best hiding spots.”

Lila’s eyes lit up just a little, curiosity replacing some of her shyness. “Really?”

“Really,” Gwen said with a grin. “Maybe you and I can find some new ones together.”

Gwen rose and turned to Elyan, eyes brimming with emotion. “I’m so glad you’re home, Elyan. It feels like the family is complete again… Well, almost complete.” Gwen tried not to think about their parents. By the haunted look in Elyan’s eyes, she could tell he was having similar thoughts.

But he merely smiled back at his sister, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable. “It’s good to be back, Gwen. I’ve missed all of you. And this time, I’m here to stay.”

Just then, Morgana and her son, small six-year-old hybrid Orion, arrived at the scene. 

Alphas were never meant to carry life in the way omegas did. But Morgana, with the ancient, primal, and untamed magic of an Elder Flame and High Priestess, was beyond such limitations.

Six years ago, her powers—rooted deep in the age-old ways of dragons—enabled her to bypass the usual reproduction limits of an alpha, allowing her to create life in a way only her unique bloodline could.

When the moment arrived, it wasn’t a child she birthed in her dragon form, but a single dark mahogany egg—glistening, warm, and filled with the power of her royal Pendragon lineage. As Leon stood by her side, awe in his eyes, Morgana looked down at the egg and smiled. She was an alpha, yes, but now, at last, a mother.

Now, Morgana was carrying food in her hands as Orion flew clumsily above her. His face brightened at the newcomers. “I told you, Mummy! I could smell newcomers!” 

Morgana laughed softly. “And so you did, my sweet.” Orion flitted away from her to greet the arrivals. 

Like Merlin and Arthur’s whelps, Orion had tiny nubs on his head, taloned hands and feet, wings on his back, pointy dragon teeth, and patches of dark scales on otherwise prismatic skin. Orion’s dark brown hair was wavy, and his large brightly coloured eyes—a mesmerising hazel—added to his unique appearance. Like all dragonkin, he was born with a deep well of magic running through his veins.

Orion’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he spotted Lila, a girl who looked around his age, shyly standing close to her mother. Without hesitation, he flew over, small wings fluttering slightly as he approached her. She was the only one not speaking to anyone and looked like she could super use a friend. 

“Hi! I’m Orion,” he declared boldly, sharp little teeth peeking through his wide smile. He eyed Lila curiously. “What’s your name?”

Lila shifted on her feet, glancing up at her mother for reassurance before mumbling softly, “L-Lila.”

Orion’s smile only grew wider. “You smell funny. Are you new? This place is super fun! Wanna play? I know all the best spots!”

Lila gave a timid nod, her fingers nervously clutching the hem of her mother’s dress. “O-Okay…”

Morgana, watching from a distance, smiled warmly. “Looks like he’s already made a new friend,” she murmured to Leon, pride swelling in her chest.

Leon chuckled, watching Orion with a fond smile. “That’s our boy. He never misses a chance to charm someone new." He glanced at Morgana, grey eyes softening. "He’s got your spirit, you know—always making people feel welcome." Then, with a playful grin, he added, "Though, I’ll take credit for the endless energy."

Morgana laughed softly, nudging Leon with her elbow. "Oh, the energy is definitely your doing." She winked before looking back at Orion, her expression softening. "He’s going to have a heart as big as his smile... just like his father."

Leon's grin softened into something more tender as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Morgana's lips. "I’ll happily take that compliment," he murmured against her mouth, his lips lingering for a moment. 

The very last to arrive about ten minutes later were Sefa and her two chicks. 14-year-old Kaelan was now an imposing figure. With brown scales and piercing blue eyes, he carried himself with a proud and quiet self-assuredness. He observed the newcomers with a thoughtful, almost detached curiosity. In Kaelan’s mouth was gripped an enormous mountain goat. 

Riding on his back with more food was 12-year-old sister, Aurelia, short wavy brown locks tucked behind an ear. Her gaze wandered over the lively scene with a mix of excitement and apprehension, lighting up when she spotted 11-year-old Elara, who was waving impatiently.

Elara flew over to Aurelia, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and exasperation. “Auri! Why are you all so late?” she fumed.

Aurelia, her pale sky gaze soft and apologetic, shrugged slightly. “Sorry, Elara. We got caught up with some last-minute hunts for the feast.” 

Kaelan snorted, voice muffled due to the sheep. “Are you daft? Look at the sun’s position. We’re actually right on time. You lot were extra early.”

Elara’s eyes narrowed as she turned her attention to Kaelan. “Maybe, but you could’ve tried to be a bit more punctual. We’ve been waiting for ages.”

Kaelan met her glare with a raised eyebrow, clearly unbothered. “It’s not our problem if you can’t manage to keep track of time. Besides, we’ve got more important things to worry about than showing up early.”

Elara opened her mouth to retort but was interrupted by Aurelia. “Elara, please don’t argue. It’s just a feast. We’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

Elara sighed, irritation melting away as she looked at her best friend. “Fine, I suppose you’re right. I just missed having you all here earlier. It’s not the same without you.”

Kaelan gave a begrudging smile, earlier annoyance fading. “Alright, alright. We’re here now. Let’s just enjoy the feast…” He glanced at the newcomers and sighed. “And meet some new people, it seems.”

Elara gave a nod. “Yeah! Come on, you have to meet them! They’re old friends of our dads! And they have kids!”

As the group made their way to the feast tables and dropped off their food, Kaelan transformed into his human form, wavy brown hair tousled by the wind. Kaelan leaned closer to Elara, smirking. “I’m curious about the treats you’ve made for the rest of us. It’s always fun to see your attempts at making something we actually enjoy.”

Elara glared at him. “Oh look, complaining about my cooking already. Then I just won’t let you try any!”

“Hey now, I’m genuinely interested in what you’ve come up with. Plus I’m starving, so I’ll eat anything.” Then he snorted, “Probably.”

Aurelia, who’d been listening, chimed in. “Elara, don’t mind him. My stupid brother’s just trying to get a rise out of you. He’s actually very fond of your cooking.”

Elara arched a disbelieving eyebrow. “Fond? Is that why he’s always the first to complain when things aren’t up to his impossibly high standards?”

Kaelan chuckled, shaking his head. “Guilty as charged. But you know, Elara, all of us dragons do have very high standards, after all.”

Elara rolled her eyes. “You say that as if I don’t have a dragon for a dad! Dad’s standards aren’t as high as yours! I did my best to meet your impossibly high standards. But if you don’t like it, I expect a very polite critique. I did use magic to aid this batch, after all.” It was known far and wide in the microvillage that Elara had taken after Emrys when it came to magical ability.

Kaelan’s eyes lit up with renewed interest. “Ah, magic! Now you’ve really piqued my curiosity. I’m even more eager to taste it now.” His stomach grumbled, earning giggles from the younger girls.

Aurelia chirped, “Just remember, Kaelan, if you end up with a full plate and a happy stomach, it’s only fair you give Ellie some credit. No backhanded compliments towards my bestie.”

Kaelan rolled his eyes. “I promise, no backhanded compliments. I’ve always been honest.” He smirked. 

As they approached the tables, Elara conceded, “Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll save you a special serving. Just don’t make me regret it.”

Aurelia chimed in, “Don’t worry, Elara. Kaelan is just being his usual self.” She grinned, “If it’s good, he’ll end up asking for seconds. And even thirds.”

Elara laughed, shaking her head. “Alright, we’ll see what you think. Don’t expect anything too fancy. I worked with what I had.”

As they reached the tables, Kaelan grunted. “Fair enough.” The group settled into their seats, the earlier tension dissolving into camaraderie as they joined the rest of the village in celebrating the feast. 

As the siblings along with their mother and Elara settled at their spot among the community, Sefa introduced them to Elyan and Mithian’s family. “This is Kaelan and Aurelia,” she said, voice warm and welcoming. “We’re glad to join you all for this feast.”

Mithian, with a warm smile, greeted them in return. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you and the kids.”

“We’re not kids,” Kaelan retorted, snorting. 

Mithian looked abashed, as did Sefa. “Oh!” Mithian clapped an apologetic hand to her mouth. 

“Kaelan!” Sefa admonished. 

Mordred jumped in. “It’s all right, Mithian. Kaelan,” he shot a pointed look at his son, “just means to say that they are still very much wyrmlings, not yet having left the nest.”

“And we’re most certainly not naked apes..” Kaelan muttered, so low that only Elara heard. She mildly stunned him, and he yelped in surprise, whipping his head to glare at her, but she was already speaking animatedly with Will’s daughter Lyra. 

Towards the end of the night, Arthur, standing tall and proud, watched his offspring with a soft smile, while Merlin’s gaze followed them affectionately. Elyan and his family’s presence was a very welcome addition, and the village buzzed with anticipation for the new chapter that their family promised to bring.

Merlin’s thoughts lingered on Kilgharrah’s words, the cryptic prophecy replaying in his mind. Merlin knew that as the immortal Emrys, his mission was to ensure magic's survival til the end of time, and the idea of waiting centuries for the arrival of the prophesied boy felt both daunting and hopeful. It meant that, despite all they had accomplished thus far, a day would come when their strength, love, and bond would be tested once again, more stringently, it would seem. 

He glanced at Arthur, his mate who had stood by him through everything. The thought of Arthur’s life being bound to his, extended by their shared destiny, filled Merlin with warmth and reassurance. They would never face the future alone. Even when magic seemed to fade from the world, they would still be there, together, holding onto the hope that one day, they would find this boy who held the power to rekindle what had been lost. 

Kilgharrah’s words illuminated a path forward, one steeped in patience, but also love—the very essence that Merlin and Arthur had built their lives around. Merlin could feel the steady pulse of one of Arthur’s hearts beside him, the one constant through all the chaos. It was that love that would one day save magic.

Merlin sighed softly, turning his gaze toward their offspring, whose still-playful antics filled the air with laughter.

Finny, with his wild black hair, darted around the tables, his small wings twitching with excitement. “You can’t catch me, Kai! I’m the fastest dragon-boy in all the mountains!”

Kai laughed breathlessly as he chased after him. “I’m gonna catch you! Just wait!” His legs pumped furiously as he ran, his face lit up with pure joy.

Finny twirled mid-run, glancing over his shoulder. “No way! Dragons are always faster!”

Kai’s eyes sparkled, clearly unbothered. “Doesn’t matter! I’ll still win!”

Kaelan's obnoxiously loud burp seemed to shake the dining hall. "And that was your fifth serving!" Elara exclaimed, beaming proudly. 

Kaelan licked his fingers. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for magical red velvet cupcakes." 

Mordred chuckled softly, blue eyes twinkling as he looked at his son. “It seems you’ve found your weakness,” he said, amused. “But who could blame you? Elara’s baking is hard to resist.” He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. "These really were quite good." He glanced at Elara. “I think you’ve made a lifelong fan, Elara. In both of us!”

In a more playful tone, he added, “Though I’m not sure the dining hall is quite ready for another round of those burps, Kaelan.”

Merlin knew their little family was the embodiment of everything Kilgharrah had spoken of—the power of love and the unbreakable ties that bound them. He smiled, knowing that their fledglings carried the future of magic within them, and that their lineage too, might one day fight to preserve it. 

Perhaps he and Arthur wouldn't have to fight for magic alone with the mysterious boy. Perhaps their kin would persevere to fight alongside them. 

As the sun set behind the mountains, casting the village in hues of gold and violet, Merlin and Arthur stood side by side, watching their offspring and the villagers—all close-knit friends and family—gathered below chattering excitedly with one another as they enjoyed another delicious meal and got to know Elyan and his family. 

“I’ll wait,” Merlin whispered to himself, the acceptance settling over him. He would wait for the boy of prophecy, just as Kilgharrah had said.

But until then, he had this—this life, this love, this family. And that was enough.