Arthur Pendragon and Excalibur: As It Should Have Been

Ready, Set, GO. Look at that, three episodes in already. Going too fast for me.

I try to keep this article spoiler free, leaving the spoilers to the comments, which toi should not read before you've seen the episode. That is, unless toi are like me and enjoy being spoiled to some extent.

But we do know a little about it and since this is the club for the couple who are now King and Queen of Camelot, we are primarily concerned about how an episode affects either of them, and even plus importantly, the two of them together. We don't know what this installment will bring, but there is a climate...

Part 43: link


    “So how is it that the two of toi managed to beat us twice?” Arthur asks as they emerge from the pub, blinking in the bright sunlight. Not the Dragon’s Head; a different pub, one with a billiard table.
    “Fray and I used to go out to the pubs when we were at University, not drink, and then beat drunk guys at billiards,” Gwen explains, chuckling. “And toi two won two games as well, so we’re all nice and even.”
    “Leon needs to get a table,” Arthur comments.
    “Leon doesn’t...

Title: And That Makes it Three
Author ellarose88
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Disclaimer: Merlin does not belong to me, it belongs to Shine and BBC.
Theme: Family
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Summary: Gwen has a long-awaited surprise for her husband.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the June écriture Competition over at Welcome To Camelot. It was beta’ed par my good friend rainbow-connec. Thank you!

As always, commentaires and feedback are appreciated and loved!

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Arthur lies awake, while his wife lays in slumber, resting. His hand gently caresses her swollen stomach and he remembers the night...

Part 17: link


    The first postcard arrives Saturday. It’s from the airport. She’s sent it to the shop.
    “Hey Drag, something for you, mate. Maybe this will put a smile on that ugly face of yours,” Gwaine says, handing him the card.
    “It’s from Guinevere,” he says softly.
    “No shit.”
    He turns it over.
Dear Arthur,
    I wanted to write immediately so you’d know I had arrived safely. Chicago is huge. Busy. Cars everywhere, and the buildings are immense!...