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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 te 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 giorno 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 più evil than the warpedness of an Odin o an Uther because they are just blindingly ignorant but he knows better.

Thoughts welcomed. Very very miffed with Gaius this season.
posted by kbrand5333
    Arthur is standing at the front of the trono room. He is waiting, and he is not alone. The trono room is filled to capacity with courtiers, knights, servants,
and commoners. There are flowers, ribbons and bunting in abundance, and the room has never looked più festive. He waits, barely noticing his surroundings. His attention is fixed on the large set of doors at the back of the room.
    To the casual observer, the young king appears calm. Merlin, Arthur’s trusted servant and closest friend, knows otherwise. He sees Arthur’s tapping foot, his...
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Part 17: link


    Gwen blinks her eyes open. Where am I? Oh, right. Milwaukee. Arthur’s uncle’s house. She looks at the clock. 9:37! I haven’t slept this late in years!
    She swings her feet down, sliding them into her slippers. She looks around the room. I didn’t bring that many boxes, why do I still have half of them left? Oh. Right. After Arthur went to letto I spent the rest of the evening in Morgana’s room till far too late.
    Gwen has decided that she definitely likes Morgana. She’s exuberant and witty. Arthur said...
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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 inoltrare, avanti 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 te 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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Part 10: link


    Alined slinks up to the witness stand and is sworn in.
    “So,” Leon begins, “Mr. Alined, te have been in Memphis for nine years, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “And before that, te were known as Herman Delaine of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “Your honor, I sposta for a recess,” Aggy stands and declares loudly.
    “Reason?”
    “I’m not prepared for this…...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 7: link


    “Percival, why didn’t te correct the prince when he made that misstep? He very nearly gave young Maxwell a black eye!” Leon snaps at his fellow knight as the two men walk to the castello from the morning’s training.
    “Well, he’s the prince! I can’t… yell at him,” Percival risposte weakly.
    “He must be trained the same as all the other boys,” Leon sighs. “I know it’s difficult, but…”
    “I just don’t feel right. I know he’s only five, but he outranks me.”
    “Well,...
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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 mostra 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 commenti as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s giacca away.
    “Thank you. Her name is Morgana,” Arthur says, sweeping his arm grandly.
    “Morgana?...
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posted by ella-rose88
Title: Guinevere’s choice
Author: ella_rose88
Rating: PG
Word count: 9,401
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Igraine, Arthur, Lancelot, Merlin, Arthur/Gwen and Gwen/Lancelot.
Spoilers/Warnings: Some slight character spoilers for series 4 (though no names are mentioned).
Disclaimer: I don’t own Merlin. If I did things would be different just a tad. There would be many A/G centred episodes and Gwen would be dato a sword and go on adventures to rescue the boys (LOL which might give me an idea for another fic)!
Summary: Gwen gets visited da a ghost who shows her the future.
Author’s notes: Set after...
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posted by kbrand5333
    “Merlin, I need te 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 cintura 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 kbrand5333
 I found this picture online, and decided to make it Gwen's dress in this chapter.
I found this picture online, and decided to make it Gwen's dress in this chapter.
Part 6: link

Camelot Speakeasy, Chicago, 1929
kbrand5333


The hard soles of Arthur Pendragon’s shoes echo on the metal stairs hidden behind some trash bins in a dank back alley. He trudges down the stairs and reaches a thick metal door, on which he pounds with the side of his fist. He waits.

Seconds later, a hidden panel slides open, and a pair of blue eyes peek out at him. “Password?” a deep voice asks.

“Open up, Percy, it’s me,” Arthur says crossly. Always the same thing with this one. It’s my damn club. I don’t need to give the password.

“Password,” he repeats.

“Percival. I...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 48: link


    ”One più match. Tournament will be over.”
    I feel so awkward around her this morning. My cuore is pounding. Surely I’m not nervous about the tournament. Is it… is it her?
    “You can go back to being Prince Arthur.”
    Yes, I suppose so. Do I want to, though? She seems… shy this morning. Oh. She’s coming closer.
    “Um… I thought te might wear it… for luck.”
    Is she granting me a favor? Oh. Oh, my. She is. Wow.
    “Thank...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 22: link


    Arthur wakes before Gwen. He decides to get up and shower, so that they can have plenty of time to get to her apartment before his father’s. He is able to reach up enough to wash his own hair, which makes him happy. When he returns to his room, he finds Guinevere awake, which also makes him happy.
    “Good morning, love,” he says, leaning to baciare her. She offers a cheek, which he kisses, then scowls.
    “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” she tells him.
    “I don’t care,” he tells...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 17: link

    Arthur has a lot on his mind this morning. He is restless, because he can’t do anything. Merlin says he can’t take the fionda off until Sunday at the earliest. At least one più day. Grr. Cheering at the rugby match is going to be difficult, indeed, not to mention certain… leisure activities he plans on engaging in later with Guinevere.
    By ten a.m. he is stir crazy. He stalks out to the common room and finds Leon playing catch with Wayne across the room. They are seated on sofas opposite one another, tossing a plush version of...
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posted by DreamingHope
Title: Not at all Appropriate

Authour: BagginsPotterPevensie/ DreamingHope

Summary: Fanfiction, tag to 4x5; spoilers. Things are well in Camelot- that is, until Lord Agravaine opens his poisonous mouth. Gwen is left stunned and heart-broken so a certain Prat gets muddy in a valiant attempt to reach his Lady's heart. 'Are te blackmailing me? Yep.'

-ooo-


Gwen bit her lip anxiously as Merlin hurriedly pulled on his dark giacca on and slung his bag over his bony shoulders.

‘You OK, Gwen?’

Gwen jumped. ‘Yeah I’m fine, Merlin. It’s te I’m worried about, going on all these dangerous quests...
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•James Callis and I wish there had been più of him.
•Cinematography was phenomenal

•Kilgharrah has family and adorable family too.

•The Druids make an appearance and I Amore them.

•The introduction of the Treiskelion (Celtic Symbol) it is about inoltrare, avanti motion (mankind’s that is). It is a dynamic symbol of growth, progression, war before tranquility…back to the darkest ora theme.

It is also the ancient symbol of the Trinity lolol. If te interpret it spiritually: the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. If te do so symbolically: Love, Intellect, Power.

There is a holy Trinity in...
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posted by kbrand5333
Fic 2: link

Twelve

Prompt: Prompt: 12 days of Natale my true Amore gave to me


It’s late, it’s cold, and all I want to do is stoke up my little fuoco and crawl into my letto with three o four blankets.

I give the door an extra shove to make sure it’s securely closed against the draft. I light a candle and am just about to turn to the wood box when I see it.

What on earth? It’s soft, but heavy, wrapped in parchment and tied with a red ribbon.

My cuore pounds as I pull the ribbon, setting it aside. Waste not, want not. Inside is a large, thick wool blanket, red. I unfurl it and run my hand across...
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I have been struggling with the non-reveal issue ever since the season ended. When a domanda was postato 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 Amore to hear from anyone who is having the same struggle o 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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I thought it brilliant and got her permission to share. Do enjoy. It is actually wonderfully written. And yes, te 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 secondo night after her wedding, Gwen bled. She had suspected it might happen as such, her usual rhythm being...
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