WOW! WOW! WOW! WOW! Queen Guinevere - Elegance!

So this is my post-s5 Arwen fic. It is Arwen, though it takes place after season 5, I promise.


    When Gaius told her, she felt a flurry of emotions. Shock. Joy. Sadness. Anger. Fear.
    Guinevere, Queen of Camelot, was with child.
    Shock, because they had been trying for over three years with no results. She was beginning to fear that she was barren.
    Joy, because she had something of Arthur left within her, something good and innocent and pure that would carry on his legacy.
    Sadness,...

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-Finale-

    The heure comes at last, after Arthur cursing the sun, swearing it is moving the wrong way, changing his trousers three times, and forgetting how to fasten his belt.
    He stands at the front of the great hall, Geoffrey at hand, still and calm as always. His presence should have a calming effect on Arthur, but instead it only serves to annoy him.
    “Any minute now, Sire,” Merlin says, stepping up to straighten Arthur’s veste and otherwise check that he looks perfect on the outside, even if he is trying...

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    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 commentaires as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s veste away.
    “Thank you. Her name is Morgana,” Arthur says, sweeping his arm grandly.
    “Morgana?...

Okay, I will confess: I normally hate fics that steal from song lyrics. But I l’amour this song and have always found its story charming, and it seemed a perfect fit. Song lyrics are in italics, like mini-chapter headings. Hope toi enjoy.

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say,
Please share my umbrella.

    It’s raining. Again. I’ve gotten into the habit of carrying my umbrella with me constantly this summer it’s been so wet. I glance at my watch and sigh, just having missed the précédant bus. That means nine minutes. Nine minutes of standing here in the damp. But at least...

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    Gwen folded the sheets and arranged them nicely at the edge of the huge bed. Wiping the sweat that trickled down the side of her temple, she circled Uther’s lit and walked over to the late king’s cupboard. She thrust it open, took out some of Uther’s favourite attire and closed the cupboard. She took the attire and hung it over Uther’s favourite chair par his table, tableau and took a step back.
    “Hmm… this will do nicely today,” she a dit to herself and smiled.
    Stepping forward, she wiped the speck of dust on...

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    Gwen played with her food. She is not hungry, though she knows she has to eat. She still has some undone chores back in the castle, and she needs energy to complete them, but not even the delectable nourriture in front of her could get her attention. Finally she pushed the plate away and sighed, leaning back against the chair. Someone knocked at the door. Gwen looked startled. The knock came again, this time in a hurry. She tightened her fingers around the cup she held while the other grabbed the edge of the table, her nails planted into the firm wood.
    “Gwen?”...

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Cookies

Prompt: Arthur and Gwen bake Christmas biscuits, cookies together

“Merlin, can toi help me with—” Arthur stops cold, staring at the person in his kitchen. “You’re not Merlin,” he says dumbly, finishing pulling his tie free from its knot.

“Hi, Arthur,” Gwen answers, chuckling. She is measuring flour into a bowl. “Sorry, Merlin took an extra shift at the hospital. My four is broken, and he a dit I could bake my Christmas biscuits, cookies here. Hope that’s okay.”

“Um, yeah,” he stammers. “It’s fine, Guinevere.” Arthur is thrown par her appearance in their apartment. Certainly...

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Gingerbread

Prompt: They came upon a midnight clear

“Oh, God…” she gasps, his lips on her neck, heading for her cleavage. He eases her down on haut, retour au début of the pile of coats on a lit in a spare bedroom near the back of the house.

“You taste as good as toi smell,” he murmurs against her skin. “Like…” he pauses, pressing a delicious open-mouthed Kiss just above her collarbone, “…gingerbread?” He lifts his head and looks at her.

“Scented and flavored shimmer powder,” she explains, giggling.

“Very festive,” he says, grinning lasciviously before dropping his lips back...

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Snowed In

Prompt: Cold December Night

Guinevere turns at the sound of a soft knock at the door. “Oh,” she says, seeing it is only Merlin’s prat friend Arthur. “He’s sleeping, finally,” she says.

Arthur steps in. “Guinevere,” he greets her coolly, used to her standoffish demeanor. She notices melting snowflakes on the shoulders of his black greatcoat and on the crown of his blonde hair.

“Is it still snowing?” she asks, fussing over Merlin’s pale thin frame in the hospital bed, tucking his blankets up under his chin.

“Getting worse. I almost skidded off the road,...