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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 Ты 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 день 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 еще evil than the warpedness of an Odin или an Uther because they are just blindingly ignorant but he knows better.

Thoughts welcomed. Very very miffed with Gaius this season.
I have been struggling with the non-reveal issue ever since the season ended. When a Вопрос was Опубликовано about forgiveness and trust, I just purged my inner feelings into this response. This was a deeply personal and honest moment for me, and I would Любовь to hear from anyone who is having the same struggle или maybe has some words of wisdom in regards to dealing with all of the conflicted emotions:


Trust and forgiveness in regards to a relationship is a complicated thing. In regards to Arwen, I was ecstatic to find out that the betrayal was the result of an enchantment. I always felt that the...
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    Merlin gapes as he looks at Gwen. She looks stunning in a purple платье, бальное платье with Золото embroidery. With her hair let loose around her shoulders, face enhanced with a minimum of make up, Guinevere looks absolutely beautiful.

    Arthur elbows Merlin.

    Merlin turns towards Arthur, blushing at being caught.

    “What are Ты looking at?” Arthur asks, arching his brow.

    “Hmm … just admiring her beauty.”

    “Well, I hope Ты remember to whom she belongs,” Arthur...
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Part 16: link


    “Wake up, darlin’, we’re here,” Arthur says quietly, stroking Gwen’s cheek.
    “Mmm,” she scrunches against him and blinks her eyes open. “Did I fall asleep again?”
    “Yes,” he chuckles, Поцелуи her forehead. “We’re here,” he repeats. She looks out and sees a house, not overlarge, nicely kept. A home. “Come on.”
    He climbs out of the car and opens her door again. They walk to the front door and it opens before Arthur can lift his finger to the doorbell.
    “Arthur!”...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 8: link


    Crunch.
    The sound of glass breaking beneath his head jolts Merlin from his fitful slumber. Oh no! he thinks, scrambling into his bag.
    The last item Merlin put in his bag before they left, almost on a whim, was the phial of water from the Lake of Avalon, entrusted to him by the Fisher King. The phial that has just broken under the weight of his head.
    “No, no no…” Merlin mutters frantically, dumping the contents of his pack out onto the ground.
    He watches, amazed,...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 5: link


    “I’m sorry,” Gwen flushes, “I wasn’t expecting guests for dinner, um…”
    “It’s alright, Gwen, Percival and I already ate,” Lancelot says quickly. “You and Merlin go on ahead.”
    Merlin looks at Lancelot. So does Percival. Merlin sees the brief surprise flitting across Percival’s face and he knows that the two men haven’t eaten.
    Gwen’s back is to them, fixing their plates, so she doesn’t see the exchange, something for which all three men are thankful.
    “We’ll...
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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 Показать 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 32: link


    Being Friday night, parking is troublesome. Lance finds a place for his Citroën a ways up the block, and Arthur piggybacks on the spot, squeezing his motorcycle in sideways in front of Lance’s car, the front tire on the sidewalk.
    “Arthur, you’re going to get a citation,” Gwen cautions, but Arthur seems unconcerned.
    “Nice motorbike,” Lance Комментарии as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s куртка away.
    “Thank you. Her name is Morgana,” Arthur says, sweeping his arm grandly.
    “Morgana?...
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posted by kbrand5333
    “Merlin, I need Ты to… Merlin? Merlin!” Arthur starts yelling for his servant as soon as he notices the other man is nowhere to be seen. He was expecting him to be waiting for him in his chambers when he returned from his evening council meeting.
    “MERLIN!” he yells again, irritated now, dropping his ремень, пояс, пояса on the table.
    “I gave him the night off,” a soft voice drifts out of the dim. It is coming from the direction of the sleeping quarters.
    “Guinevere?” Arthur says, puzzled. And intrigued....
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posted by EpicArwen
Post 4x09 Guinevere POV. Angsty. I know this is not how things will go, but still... :) Also, if interested I have an Arthur POV that I can finish up and post soon.


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Numb


“I cannot be without you.”

Those words are as true today as the день I spoke them nearly three weeks ago.

Even еще so.

I have proof now.

Since leaving Camelot, I have learned much about myself. I can breathe, and still not live. I can stumble, fall – even bleed – and feel no pain. I can see the sun, sense its warmth touching my skin, yet my Кости are as cold as those of a dead man.

For I am but...
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posted by MISAforever
*Beauty and the Beast*
Gwen: I saw what Ты did earlier. The people owe Ты a debt of gratitude.
Arthur: The people owe me nothing. My father is still going to impose the tax.
Gwen: Will he not be persuaded?
Arthur: Not by me. He can't stand the sight of me.
Gwen: That's not true. The King loves you.
Arthur: Ты should have heard the way he spoke to me.
Gwen: I'm sure he was angry but you're still his son. Everyone appreciates what Ты did. They know Ты tried and they won't forget that.
Arthur: Maybe he's right. One день I will be the King of Camelot. I cannot be a friend to the people as well as their...
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I thought it brilliant and got her permission to share. Do enjoy. It is actually wonderfully written. And yes, Ты 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 секунда night after her wedding, Gwen bled. She had suspected it might happen as such, her usual rhythm being...
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posted by kbrand5333
My 2nd place-winning fic for Arwen short challenge 7! I had to trim it for length to meet the word count requirements. This is the FULL version.

“My lady, he’s here.”

Four words. Four small words I’ve been dreading since the день my father told me that he had promised me to King Arthur of Camelot.

“Thank you, I’ll be down presently,” I say, not turning around. It was rude of me, I know. I usually treat my servants better than this. Hopefully they will forgive my curtness, understanding my reticence to be whisked away by some… escort… to go and be married to a complete stranger....
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Part 19: link


    “Are Ты nervous, Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly. Gwen is seated between Arthur and Morgana in the back сиденье, место, сиденья of Gaius’ Cadillac, on the way to church.
    “Yes,” she Ответы 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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    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 вперед 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 Ты 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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    Alined slinks up to the witness stand and is sworn in.
    “So,” Leon begins, “Mr. Alined, Ты have been in Memphis for nine years, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “And before that, Ты were known as Herman Delaine of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “Your honor, I Переместить for a recess,” Aggy stands and declares loudly.
    “Reason?”
    “I’m not prepared for this…...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    I have a convention on Thursday. Gwen looks down at the text she’s just gotten from Arthur, and remembers his “plus-one” threat.
    Oh, no.
    Don’t worry, you’re safe. Not a plus-one kind of thing.
    Good.

    “What’s up?” Merlin leans over and peers over her shoulder.
    “Arthur has a convention to go to Thursday.”
    “Sounds scintillating,” Merlin says, making a face.
    It’s in Dublin. I’ll...
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posted by kbrand5333
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    “Ouch,” Gwen complains, squirming as the rough bark of the дерево suddenly makes itself known.
    “Don’t squirm или we’ll end up starting over again,” Arthur chuckles into her neck. He is still holding her in his arms, still joined with her, still regaining his breath.
    “The дерево is uncomfortable,” Gwen says, Поцелуи his forehead.
    “Sorry,” Arthur apologizes, and slowly lowers her to her feet. He grins when he sees her trousers hanging half-off, one boot still on.
    “I...
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Guinevere narrows her eyes at the man who is sprawled all over her booth.

"Who does he think he is?" She seethes.

Her lips press into a thin line as she stalks over to the таблица she calls her "spot." It is at the far end of the coffee shop, away from the distractions made by people who come in and out of the store. It's in a nook that is quiet—which is how she prefers to spend her afternoons.

This guy didn't seem like he was into any pursuit that fells into the category of "quiet."

She stalks over to the table, making sure to lock eyes with the blonde-haired man who actually beams when he sees...
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