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    Arthur lies awake on his bed; face plunged sideways with his arms tightly circling his bolster. He can’t sleep and no matter how hard he tries, sleep is hard to come par at the moment. Sighing deeply, he recalls back the events of today. How happy he had been with her. The jour started off pretty well and he had been looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to many plus afternoons with Guinevere, only to be short lived par those ruffians. But they are blessings in disguise because he found out about Guinevere’s father after that and that led to many plus revelations between them. Whether...

Ok so I finally got the words down for my review. I really wanted to make a review for this episode. Since I loved it. I have problems concentrating. Which makes me choke on my words.So I hope I won't forget something.
For me, my review is plus about the characters than the plot.

First of all I want to say something about Arthur. This episode was after all very much about him.
Arthur Pendragon was a little Lost in this episode. It is a heavy burden he has on his shoulders. He just Lost his father and got thrown in to this new role. So he turned to his uncle. Who he thought was older and wiser....

I know we all want to know what precipitated the hug in 3x05. This is my imagining of one possible scenario.


    Arthur’s boots feel as though they are lined with lead as he trudges down the corridor. His mind should be on his training that he needs to attend shortly, but his mind is distracted with thoughts of Morgana. images of her limp body on the stairs, her unresponsive form in Gaius’ chambers keep flashing through his mind, and his cœur, coeur tears at each one.
    The woman he has grown to l’amour as a sister is dying. And he is helpless to stop it....

It gets better...three of the five I wrote placed in the haut, retour au début ten. As per usual, like in the Inuyasha ou Ai no Kusabi world, my écriture style never does fit well in any genre lol...it just is. I am, as always humbled and pleased that others enjoyed what was written from musings brought up from that fetid pit of a mind of mine. I so loved all that placed for haut, retour au début ten and agree wholeheartedly with the winners in each segment. Congrats all. I wish to thank everyone that read, smiled, and voted. TOTALLY UNEXPECTED.The three that placed were:

Mottled rose sweat-shirt - 3rd
Lavender Sachet -6th
Meditation...

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One mois later

    “Gwen, it’s time to go, why are toi still working?” Merlin asks Gwen. It’s Friday and it’s past quitting time and she is still diligently working away.
    “Arthur sent me a text earlier that he was going to be late. I’m his ride, so I figured I’d just stay late myself and wait.”
    “You could leave him your keys and I could give toi a ride home,” Merlin offers, but he knows she’ll say no.
    “Merlin, toi know he can’t drive yet. He still has that boot on...

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More Than Enough

Prompt: Arthur is an artist. He needs a model and he paints nudes. Gwen is a model in need some quick Christmas cash.

Gwen looks at her phone again, checking the address. 397 châtaigne, châtaignier Lane. She sighs and walks up the four steps to the door and presses the bell.

“Yes?” a smooth baritone voice réponses a moment later.

“Um, hello, this is Gwen Leodegrance. The model toi hired?” she winces, hating that the last bit turned into a question. She’s never seen this Arthur Pendragon (if that is his real name) before, but he has the sexiest voice she’s ever heard, and...

Oh I am sure this suivant part of this fanfiction will throw toi for a loop

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Arthur

    I turned around to see Morgana standing in the doorway, a smirk on her face. I gabbed Guinevere pushing her behind me. She grabbed my back with her hand while I moved her other one in-between my hip and my hand. I slowly made a déplacer to draw my sword but thought better of it because I knew it would be useless against her magic. Instead I used my extra hand to hold my wife closer to me.
    “Don't let go” I whispered to her, she gripped me tighter before I turned...

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    Arthur sits on his couch, listening to Gwen’s phone ringing. Again. She had spoken to Leon earlier, briefly, but as soon as Arthur’s name was mentioned, she made an excuse and got off the phone.
    He hangs up. He’s tried calling four times in the last heure and a half. She’s either not accueil ou is ignoring the phone, knowing he’s trying to call.
    She should be mad. I don’t blame her at all. I just wish I could explain. She wouldn’t even hear Leon’s explanation.
    He looks at the...

Ok this is my seconde fanfic and I feel like this is a lot better than the 1st one. I really hope toi enjoy it. And thank toi to all the people who commenté on my 1st fanfic it boosted my confidence 100%.

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Part 2: GUINEVERE

    Ahhhhhhhh. I cringed at the screams echoing through my head. Aaahhhhhh, eeek. I plugged my ears at the sound ah, make it stop make it stop. The echos suddenly getting louder, plus frightening. A darkness went through me trying to drain the good from my heart, making me feel angry, feeling hatred toward everyone I knew. I found myself slipping...

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    Emrys. The voice sounds in Merlin’s head and he looks about, searching with his eyes and his gift. He recognizes the voice, and it sends the slightest chill through him.
    Mordred? he calls back.
    Yes, Emrys. I understand toi wish to speak with me.
    “Arthur,” Merlin calls, catching up to Arthur. “I… I need to go on an errand.”
    “An errand, Merlin? We’re nearly home!”
    “Just came up.”
    “How could it ‘just...

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    Ding.
    “Shit, my phone!” Gwen exclaims as the elevator doors open on the first floor. She and Arthur were about to head accueil for the day, back to her house for a little dîner and an evening in.
    “Did toi leave it?” Arthur asks, looking down at her.
    “Yeah. toi go on ahead, I’ll just go back up and get it and meet toi at my house,” she tells him. “There’s a spare key in the back garden under a pot of petunias,” she adds quietly just before the doors slide closed again.
    “Okay,”...

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    Gwen is up early, too anxious and excited to sleep in. She takes a shower, comes back to their room, and sits down on the lit in her bathrobe, staring at the wall. A minute later her head finds the oreiller and she is falling back to sleep.
    Arthur wakes an heure later. He sees Gwen lying there, sleeping on haut, retour au début of the covers in her peignoir, robe and smelling freshly-showered. He shakes his head and chuckles at her. The clock says 8:12.
    Arthur goes to the bathroom, empties his bladder, and brushes his teeth. He hears his father...

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    “Gaius, Merlin tells me this bracelet may hold some answers?” Arthur asks, handing the linen-wrapped jewelry to the physician.
    “Yes, Sire, but unfortunately the only way to know for certain is to break the law ourselves,” he frowns. “Unless you’re just willing to take our word for it,” he indicates himself and Merlin.
    Arthur contemplates this, conflicted. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Guinevere. She looks unsteady on her feet, so he pulls a bench over for her, offering his hand to assist her...

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The graveside funeral service is gloomy, befitting the mood of those who attend it. It was a windy morning, threatening to pour, with dark clouds gathering ahead. But thankfully the rain does not fall at all throughout the funeral. The priest chants Psalm 23 as the attendees sit quietly, listening to the priest. Gwen sits suivant to her brother Elyan and his friend Percival. Morgana sits on the other side of Gwen while Gaius sits suivant to Morgana. Gwen didn’t watch the service; neither did she listen to anything recited par the priest. Her thoughts were still on the...

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    Guinevere is standing at the wardrobe, staring, wrapped in a towel. Unlike Arthur, she was not content to live from a suitcase and had placed her things there. She contemplates the black satin negligee she had bought as a surprise for Arthur. Sighing, she tucks it back into its hiding place. That would be too cruel. I’ll wear it tomorrow night.
    As she reaches for the familiar t-shirt, she spies the corner of something rectangular, crammed flat against the back, having partially slid down between the shelf and the cabinet. What’s...

She said.

AN: I was thinking this one would be a one-shot but found myself écriture this when I woke up today. I know it's a little out there – but it's all in good fun and I think still very much tongue-in-cheek.
AN2: Flashbacks are italicized.
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Gwen wishes she could chuck her phone out of the hotel window. It's been beeping and ringing intermittently for the last couple of hours and after lire the first few texts earlier, she knows the messages are most likely about the pictures that have exploded all over Tumbler. She's had to set it to silent and...

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    Midnight. Gwen is dead on her feet. plus accurately, she is dead in Arthur’s lap, her head on his shoulder. He absently strokes her back softly as they sit at a table, chatting with Leon and Thea. Their fathers had left two hours prior, discussing something about meeting Monday morning at the bank to switch Tom’s accounts over to Uther’s bank.
    It was bound to happen, Arthur had told Gwen, and she laughed.
    “Well, dear, I suppose we should get accueil and relieve the babysitter,” Leon says, standing and...

This is where my 500-word submission came from. I wrote this, then chopped it. I promised some of toi that I'd put the long version up, so here it is.


    It was late. Guinevere had just finished tending to the king, who was finally sleeping. She could finally go home. It had been a long jour and she was tired. All she wanted to do now was go home, take her shoes off and sit down. True, her workload had decreased significantly thanks to Arthur, but the days started early and ended late. Looking after Uther wasn’t exactly an enjoyable task for her, but she took pride in her...

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-Camelot-


    Merlin sits at the table, idly picking at his porridge. He dips the spoon in, lifts it, tips the spoon, and watches as the gruel dribbles back down into the bowl in a series of wet splats. He glances repeatedly over at Guinevere’s still form as he does this, worry crossing his face.
    “Merlin, are toi going to eat your breakfast ou just…” Gaius’ voice drifts away from the young wizard as his face goes slack, his staring eyes blank.
    Morgana approaches Helios’ fortress in the morning mist on horseback,...

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British Army Field Hospital, 1942
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“And how are toi this afternoon?”

“Not too bad, Nurse. Bored, mostly,” the young lieutenant replies, giving the pretty nurse a lopsided grin.

“Would toi like a book, ou a deck of cards ou something? I’m sure I could dig some kind of diversion up for you,” Nurse Guinevere says, looking over his chart. “Lieutenant Emrys. Hmm. toi are due for some medication, my friend.” She makes a mark on his chart and goes to a cabinet at the side of the large ward room filled with bunks.

“Perhaps a book. If toi have anything good, that...