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Part 30: link


    March 16, 1964. Arthur and Gwen arrived tahanan from their honeymoon two days ago. Two blissful weeks in Hawaii, just the two of them. Gwen’s morning sickness had abated in late February, thankfully, so she was feeling healthy as can be, if a little tired, for the trip. They swam in the ocean. They saw Diamond Head, the Pearl Harbor Memorial, Hawaii Volcanoes National Park and countless beaches of different colored sand. They went to a luau and had roast pork that had been cooked on hot rocks in a hole in the ground. They tried poi. Arthur decided it was...
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Part 26: link


    “No, Mr. Alator, we don’t need financing, we intend to buy the lot outright. Yes, that’s correct.”
    Arthur taps his pencil on his calendar Monday morning as he listens to the land developer telling him that what he’s doing is very unusual.
    “Unusual, yes, but it’s possible. I have the funds, I assure you.”
    He picks a piece of egg out from under his fingernail. How did that get there? “Excellent. Today, if possible… The largest of the three lots, yes… Four o’clock?...
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Part 19: link


    “Are you nervous, Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly. Gwen is seated between Arthur and Morgana in the back upuan of Gaius’ Cadillac, on the way to church.
    “Yes,” she sagot simply.
    He takes her hand in his. “It will be fine,” he says. “It’s church. People are supposed to be nice at church.”
    “Yes, they are,” Gwen answers, “but some of the most closed-minded people are also some of the most righteous.”
    “Righteous in their own minds, anyway,”...
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posted by kbrand5333
This one started life as Song 8 in "Songs to Dance." Had always planned on expanding it. This first chapter will be familiar. As a reminder, this is AU from 3x10, "Queen of Hearts," where Arthur, Gwen and Merlin actually do leave Camelot.


    “Gwen!” an urgent voice whispers in the dark dank of the dungeons. “Gwen, wake up!”
    Guinevere turns over and sits up on the filthy straw mat. Her eyes ipakita no signs of sleep, only weeping. They are swollen and rimmed with red. “Merlin?” she blinks. She has spent the evening crying and crying and ran...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 41: link


    “Good morning, Paulette, darling,” Arthur greets the receptionist, leaning his elbows on her counter.
    “Mr. Pendragon,” she greets him coolly. “You have an appointment with Mr. Gaius.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “Wait here,” she sighs, “I’m supposed to call him and he’ll come down.”
    “Well, he may want to rethink that, Sugar Plum,” Arthur says, thoroughly enjoying needling the stuffy receptionist. “Tell him I have his painting.” He then walks casually...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 18: link


    Arthur carries her heavy suitcase, setting it carefully in the back of her tiny green Mini. As soon as they are inside, he reaches for her, his lips itching to feel hers against them once again.
    She sighs, leaning into him, clutching his shoulders as she opens her mouth for him, meeting his searching tongue with hers.
    They separate only for air, and Arthur leans his forehead against hers. “Never leave again. At least not without me,” he whispers.
    Gwen giggles, and pecks his lips. “I...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 68: link


    “Mmmm,” Guinevere purrs contentedly, resting her head on Arthur’s chest. She curls into his side, throwing a leg over his.
    “I didn’t get to finish my lunch,” Arthur says, earning him a pinch. “Ow!”
    “Hey, you were the one that left the table,” she shrugs.
    He slides his hand along her body, from her hip to her shoulder and back down again to rest on her hip, where he gives her a squeeze. “Well it was still your fault. And hapunan isn’t until seven,” he pouts.
    “So...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 22: link


    Arthur wakes before Gwen. He decides to get up and shower, so that they can have plenty of time to get to her apartment before his father’s. He is able to reach up enough to wash his own hair, which makes him happy. When he returns to his room, he finds Guinevere awake, which also makes him happy.
    “Good morning, love,” he says, leaning to halik her. She offers a cheek, which he kisses, then scowls.
    “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” she tells him.
    “I don’t care,” he tells...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 17: link

    Arthur has a lot on his mind this morning. He is restless, because he can’t do anything. Merlin says he can’t take the lambanog off until Sunday at the earliest. At least one madami day. Grr. Cheering at the rugby match is going to be difficult, indeed, not to mention certain… leisure activities he plans on engaging in later with Guinevere.
    By ten a.m. he is stir crazy. He stalks out to the common room and finds Leon playing catch with Wayne across the room. They are seated on sofas opposite one another, tossing a plush version of...
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No honestly is there a reason his 'hair' looks like this again? What not enough money to splurg on a few good hair pieces guys?

Second, how many of you are beginning to thoroughly dislike him? For the longest time I put up with him as the amusing defacto father of Merls and that was all fine well and good and I could cope with his lack of imagination re the tavern issue all araw long (Merlin being in the tavern) but this, this constant, thing of never quite telling all the relevant details and what is more, being selective in his memory is beginning to wear thin.

In fact, sometimes I find him far madami evil than the warpedness of an Odin or an Uther because they are just blindingly ignorant but he knows better.

Thoughts welcomed. Very very miffed with Gaius this season.
posted by kbrand5333
    Arthur is standing at the front of the trono room. He is waiting, and he is not alone. The trono room is filled to capacity with courtiers, knights, servants,
and commoners. There are flowers, ribbons and bunting in abundance, and the room has never looked madami festive. He waits, barely noticing his surroundings. His attention is fixed on the large set of doors at the back of the room.
    To the casual observer, the young king appears calm. Merlin, Arthur’s trusted servant and closest friend, knows otherwise. He sees Arthur’s tapping foot, his...
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posted by kbrand5333
    Merlin is drawing a bath for his master. He is pouring the last jugs of warm water into a large tub, whistling a jaunty tune. His life as a servant has been a lot easier since the wedding. Arthur’s general mood has improved tenfold now that he can openly ipakita his affections for Guinevere, and marriage bumagay him well. Gwen makes Arthur happy, and when Arthur is happy he is nicer to Merlin. Not only that, but Gwen gets displeased when Arthur is unnecessarily tumawid with Merlin. And Arthur has learned, like all husbands, that the key to a happy marriage it to not make...
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I thought it brilliant and got her permission to share. Do enjoy. It is actually wonderfully written. And yes, you are accurate in your surmise/suspicion about the subject matter. Enjoy!

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Title: The Queen’s Blood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Yup folks - it’s a period fic. Blood and everything.

Summary: Gwen has to explain the basics of female bodily functions to her husband, who is somewhat alarmed to wake up to bloody sheets two days after his marriage.


The segundo night after her wedding, Gwen bled. She had suspected it might happen as such, her usual rhythm being...
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Part 18: link


    Gaius’ head snaps up at the sound of the front door slamming and grocery bags being set a little madami emphatically than usual on the kusina counter. He sets his newspaper aside and goes to the kitchen, glancing at Arthur, who follows him.
    As soon as he sees Alice’s face he knows she’s steamed about something. “How was the market, dear?” he asks cautiously.
    “Mortifying,” Alice snaps.
    “What happened?” Gaius asks.
    “Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly,...
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Part 17: link


    Gwen blinks her eyes open. Where am I? Oh, right. Milwaukee. Arthur’s uncle’s house. She looks at the clock. 9:37! I haven’t slept this late in years!
    She swings her feet down, sliding them into her slippers. She looks around the room. I didn’t bring that many boxes, why do I still have half of them left? Oh. Right. After Arthur went to kama I spent the rest of the evening in Morgana’s room till far too late.
    Gwen has decided that she definitely likes Morgana. She’s exuberant and witty. Arthur said...
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posted by RosalynCabenson
Hi I'm back^^ And I've done some writing, enjoy =)
Part 5:
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Gwen sat susunod to Arthur on the bench. She knew she had to tell him the truth about Morganas plan first though she wished she could tell him the truth of her betrayal. She wanted him to know that she wasn't unfaithful to him madami than anything. But this had to wait.
Merlin had told her that she should wait with the reveal of Agravain as the traitor and his role in Morganas plan.
She thought for a moment before she began to tell him everything.
“When the village I was staying at got attacked I had to run and on my way I came to Morganas...
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Part 14: link


    Arthur was feeling madami like James Bond than Superman at the moment. He’d sold his Corvette to a dealership Friday afternoon and was now in Merlin’s car, driving to meet Elyan at lincoln Elementary at 10 p.m.
    They pull into the parking lot just as Elyan drives up in the Impala. He parks beside them and gets out of the car.
    “Hey,” he nods at Arthur as he climbs out of the passenger side of Merlin’s giant Oldsmobile.
    “Hey, Elyan, thanks. I’m sure Guinevere really appreciates...
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    Gwen sips her wine and talks with the princesses from Camelot’s neighboring kingdoms when someone taps on her shoulder. She turns around and finds a group of women, somewhere around her age, smiling at her. They curtsey and wait for her.

    Gwen looks astonished at them and one of the princesses she was talking to leans pasulong and whispers, “Nod, you’re supposed to nod.” Gwen thanks her and nods. The princess resumes her place and sneers with the other princesses.

    “Is there anything I can do for you?” Gwen...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 14: link


    “Guinevere…” Arthur shouts from the bedroom.
    “Yes, Love?”
    “Hungry. Can I have lunch?”
    “What do you want?”
    “Toasted cheese sandwich?”
    “What are you, seven?” She’s laughing at him now.
    “I like those when I don’t feel well.”
    “I know…”
    “And an apple. Cut up. And do we have any bendy straws?”
    “Yes, I bought you...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 20: link

Six Years Later

    Gwen laughs as she nears the training fields, approaching what appears to be a pile of about a dozen boys between the ages of five and seven in a pile. They are shouting and squealing, clearly pleased with their accomplishment.
    “So they finally succeeded, then?” Gwen asks, and a moment later, Percival’s head appears in the middle of the pile as he sits up. He is grinning from ear to ear.
    “Yes; I was just letting them enjoy their victory,” he admits, chuckling.
    Sir...
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