Looking like a juicy episode!

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- Bring a hanky for this one
- If toi go down to the woods today, watch out for snakes
- Sir Leon and Percival are having nightmares, while Gwaine dreams of cheese… that tastes like pomme pie
- The Impenetrable Forest certainly lives up to its name
- Queen Mab may talk in riddles but she also speaks a terrible truth
- Arthur and Elyan have got the giggles
- toi will see a very angry Arthur
- Morgana’s capture is touched on once again
- Merlin uses his mind’s eye as a sat nav
- Morgana is actually very nice to Gwen…
- ..She also puts her though psychological hell...

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    Post office
    Try to find a winter manteau (may have to wait till we get there)
    Don’t forget Mama’s dress
    Gwen is making a liste of things she needs to do and/or remember before Saturday, 4:30 a.m. Her doorbell rings, breaking her train of thought.
    “Who could that be at this hour?” she mutters to herself. It’s 10:15 in the morning, everyone should be at work.
    She opens the door and is faced with a bouquet of roses. “Guinevere Thompson?”...

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Arthur

I woke up early this morning, dreading what was to come. I looked out my window to see the light peaking through the horizon, barely peaking through the horizon, trying to let it's light through, but the large colline and trees stood in it's way. After a moment of watching this the light burst through the tree's flooding warmth all over my face and through out the land. After watching this it lead my mind to think, “huh, that light is just like us. Trying to let it's l’amour and warmth spread throughout the kingdom, and letting the people, the trees and the hills know that it's...

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    Arthur wakes again some time later to find Gwen gone again. It is now light outside, but it is still very early. He sighs, rolls across the bed, and peeks into the trashcan. Still empty. Well, that’s good, I guess.
    He gets up and walks to the bathroom again and is not surprised to find the door closed. He tries the knob and finds it locked this time.
    “Gwen?”
    “I know, it’s locked. toi do not want to come in here.”
    “I don’t?”
    “...

First toi have Kim Brand to blame. Are toi quite sure toi are not English, dear girl? No seriously, I do wonder sometimes. Anywho, she has forced me to share one of my favourite authors. One of the best literary minds to grace this earth and a descriptive genius. Listening to his voice read one of my favourite rituals of Christmas is everything. So I am sharing for the one, maybe two people who might enjoy what is being a dit here and also see their families in it....Happy Holidays...as I a dit blame Kim. She has much to answer for:

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One Christmas was so much like another, in those...

Christmas Surprise - PG - Fluff/Romance - Modern AU

A/N: This fic was written for the ag-fics Christmas Fic Exchange. mara93 requested the following prompt: On Christmas Eve, Arthur secretly leaves a decorated Christmas arbre for Gwen who is dealing with one hardship after another. She finds out who it came from somehow. Can be modern ou medieval AU. Either's lovely. :)

Please note: this hasn't been edited. Just par me. Any mistakes are mine!

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When Arthur looks back on last Christmas, he secretly smiles. For that was the jour that his whole life changed, that he took a chance and managed to capture...

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    They déplacer August 22. The house was ready that Wednesday, but they officially moved in on Saturday. Gwen wanted to start bringing things over little par little, but Arthur put his foot down.
    “Guinevere, that’s why we’re hirin’ movers. Plus, you’re about ready to pop. You’ve been complainin’ for weeks that your hips hurt all the time. And what if somethin’ happens while you’re bein’ stubborn and carryin’ things?”
    “Then I’ll go to the hospital and have them call you,” she réponses mildly,...

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    Guinevere carries the laundry basket into her house and takes it back to the bedroom. Arthur was out cold for the afternoon, so when she finished work she went to his flat to get some plus of his clothes and personals and stopped for takeaway on her way home.
    She hears the télévision on in her room as she approaches. “Hey,” she says setting the basket down. “Have toi been awake long?”
    “About ten minutes. I have to pee.”
    “Come on, then,” she says, pulling the bag of dinner...

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Queen Guinevere’s birthday

    “Happy birthday, Love,” Arthur whispers into Guinevere’s ear, s’embrasser it softly. Gwen scrunches in her sleep, not wanting to wake yet.
    “Go away,” she mumbles, pulling the blanket over her head.
    “But I have a gift for you,” he says, pulling her closer, into the cercle of his arms.
    “You gave me that last night. Twice,” she says.
    He laughs. “Not that. Well, I mean, unless…”
    “Arthur.”
    “Honestly....

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    Gwen watches as Arthur rides off on his horse towards the forest.
    “I’m going to take a ride. Clear my head,” he had a dit after picking at his breakfast.
    She turns quickly from the window and rushes out of the room in chercher of Merlin.

    Arthur slows his horse to a stop near a stream. They both need a rest and a drink. He leads the horse to the water’s edge and the animal dips his head, lapping up the cool clear water.
    He gives the horse a pat and crouches down...

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A/N: I know toi all want me to go on forever with this story, and while it technically is possible, I just can’t. This chapter is a timeline of some significant events (not all, obviously) through history and how Arthur and Gwen react to them, leading up to the present-day epilogue.

Civil Rights Act of 1964, July 2 (small jump backwards)
    Arthur is sitting at the cuisine table, lire the newspaper, poring over the front-page news about the Civil Rights bill passing. Gwen is seated with him, eating her breakfast. Obviously this is a big deal for him in many...

    It was a game that Guinevere started quite par accident.

    “Guinevere?” Arthur enters the royal chambers, looking for his wife. Where is she? I actually had something to talk to her about… He walks towards the sleeping quarters. “Love?” he asks. He stands with his hands on his hips, looking around.
    His eyes land on the bed. Right in the center is one of Gwen’s white linen handkerchiefs; identical to the one she gifted him back at her house. Unconsciously his hand drifts to his chest, his hand resting against his...

Another A/G drabble par me...

Title: It’s what toi do when toi l’amour someone
Summary: Arthur finds out why Gwen is taking care of Uther…spoilers for Season 4.




Arthur returned with his knights from patrol on one icy evening in December. He longed for a plate full of meat, a cup of wine and a hot bath afterwards. But first he had to look after his father. Since Morgana’s reign and what she had done to him, he was broken and couldn’t fulfill his duties as s king; Arthur had to take charge.



Gaius treated Uther with sleeping draughts and sedatives ou other potions that should do their tricks...

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~How to cook~


Arthur had just returned from patrol with the knights. Sir Leon was talking to him but he was barely listening to him, because he was starving to death. But as much as he wanted something to eat the plus he was starving to see Guinevere. When he came to her house he saw that she hadn’t come back from work yet. He sighed and decided to wait for her return. Maybe there was something to eat in her house.

Gwen came back from her work in the château and almost got a cœur, coeur attack as she entered her accueil and saw the prince standing in the room.

“Arthur!” she could only...

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Gwen sits alone at the railway station, waiting for the coach that’ll take her to Mercia and then to Caerleon. She plans to meet up with Elyan there and the train is supposed to have made it past twenty minutes il y a but unfortunately, there is a delay and now she’ll have to wait another hour. Fifteen minutes has passed and she looks at the time nervously and then as the empty railroad, waiting for the blasted train to make its appearance. She pulls her manteau tightly around her and sighs. The railway station was almost empty when she arrived but now, it’s getting filled quickly with...

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    Merlin removes his coat, tosses it carelessly on the manteau hanger and makes his way to the kitchen. He is back in his own apartment. He wasn’t planning to do so but after the meeting with Uther, he couldn’t bring himself back to Arthur’s, at least for now. First he needs to freshen himself up. Too much happened in the last twenty-four hours, and he really could use some time for himself. He pours himself a good cup of milk, fishes out a cookie from the jar and walks back to his room. He takes a huge chunk from the cookie and munches as his brain works the events...

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    Uther paces the floor of his study impatiently. With his hands clasped behind his back, head lowered to the floor, eyes fixed on the ground, he looks like a man clearly disturbed. He is still weary of the day’s events but he no longer feels tired. He is disturbed par what he saw and until he gets proper clarification, he won’t be able to rest his mind. Someone raps on the door of his study.
    “Come in,” he says without looking up. A bead of sweat trickles down his neck.
    The door opens and Geoffrey peeks in. “Merlin...

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    “What did she say? Will she meet him?” Leon asks through the telephone. Merlin pouts as he shifts his phone from his left ear to his right and walks up to his bed.
    “I hope so, Leon.” Merlin sits down at the edge of the bed. “She looked convinced enough…”
    “How come I feel there’s a ‘but’ coming along?” Leon asks.
    “No, I don’t doubt her, but I hope she doesn’t have seconde thoughts, that’s all,” Merlin assures Leon. The line crackles and Merlin removes his phone from...

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    Finally the feast winds down, and Arthur and Guinevere are able to make their exit. As they walk through the corridors to their shared chambers (another thing Arthur insisted upon, once again montrer disregard for years of tradition), Gwen’s mind drifts back to their wedding the précédant week.
    Or, plus specifically, their wedding night.

    He was so nervous, though he’d deny it to his last breath. So was I. The culmination of five years of longing, hoping, despairing, wishing, and praying was about to happen...

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    Gwen sorts through the mail, standing just inside the doorway of their flat Wednesday evening. Bill, junk, junk, bill… what is this?
    It’s addressed to Arthur. It looks like an invitation. She ponders it, tempted to open it. She feels the heavy linen paper between her fingers, and turns it over, looking for a return address. None.
    Shit. I hope he’ll be accueil soon. I know…
    He goes to Sunshine on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so he’ll be at the studio. Gwen picks up the phone and dials,...