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 ora 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 minuto now, Sire,” Merlin says, stepping up to straighten Arthur’s giacca 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 commenti as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s giacca 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 Amore 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 te 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 precedente bus. That means nine minutes. Nine minuti 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 letto 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 da his tavolo and took a step back.
    “Hmm… this will do nicely today,” she detto 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 Cibo 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 Natale biscotti, cookie together

“Merlin, can te 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 forno is broken, and he detto I could bake my Natale biscotti, cookie here. Hope that’s okay.”

“Um, yeah,” he stammers. “It’s fine, Guinevere.” Arthur is thrown da 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 superiore, in alto of the pile of coats on a letto in a spare bedroom near the back of the house.

“You taste as good as te smell,” he murmurs against her skin. “Like…” he pauses, pressing a delicious open-mouthed baciare 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...

Fic 1: link

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,...

    “Your brother is a knight.”
    Five simple words. Five words that Guinevere has heard several times, but never from Arthur’s lips.
    “Yes, Arthur, te knighted him. I was there.”
    “Guinevere, listen. Think. Your brother is a knight.”
    “Arthur,” Gwen sighs, placing her hand on his cheek in that way that she has, “I’ve had a long day. Your father was particularly trying today, and while I appreciate your playful guessing game, I’m really—”
    Arthur...

Third ficlet completed for the ag-fics Fic Battle:

Prompt: Any/Any, the last days of summer. – prompted da mustbethursday3

Last Days of Summer - Modern/Fluff - PG

Arthur and Gwen laid side da side as they watched the sun set, the sky filling with purple, blue and arancia, arancio hues sending a wonderful glow above the rolling waves that crashed towards the sand. Both wishing that this didn’t have to end; the sun-set, the rolling waves and the feel of their hands intertwined with each other’s, but most of all summer.

It seemed like only yesterday that they had meet at the holiday resort when Gwen...

Title : Surprise
Author : ellarose88
Rating : PG
Word count : 1, 043
Characters/Pairings : Arthur/Gwen, mention of Gaius.
Spoilers/Warnings : None really just a Future Fic.
Disclaimer : I don’t own Merlin. If I did things would be different just a tad and I would own Arthur and Gwaine. Elyan and Percival too!
Summary : Gwen has some surprising news for Arthur….
Author’s notes : This fic is the secondo part of sophielou21’s gift for her birthday last year! Thanks to rainbow-connec for beta’ing it for me! I hope te like it BB ♥!

You can find Part One link .

Comments are very much loved...

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...

This is a modern giorno arwen, set in the kingdom of Camelot and surrounded da all the characters from the series. Only the names of the characters, the kingdom it is set upon and the roads and buildings are based on the series. Everything else is modern ... it's a fictional story and hope everyone like it




    Guinevere has a headache. She is working on a solution to a problem since morning, and so far the solution has been eluding her. The point of sale counters in the mall have all suddenly malfunctioned and she is running out of time to get them all in operation. She looks...

All the conversations between Arthur and Gwen

Season 1

1x03 The Mark of Nimueh

Arthur: Seize her.
Gwen: No.
Arthur: Guinevere, I'm arresting te for crimes and contraventions of the laws of Camelot, that te did practice enchantments.
Gwen: But what have I done? I haven't done anything! Help me, please!

1x10 the moment of truth

Arthur: They'll toughen up.
Gwen: They need to.
Arthur: How are we doing for weapons?
Morgana: There isn't much, but we should be able to scrape together what te need.
Gwen: It's not the weapons that worry us. It's having enough people to use them. We think the women should be...

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    Camelot is just starting to come to life for the giorno as the trio walks back to the castle. Arthur and Guinevere walk side da side with Merlin behind, pulling the cart. Arthur wants to take her hand but he knows he probably shouldn’t. Instead he hassles Merlin.
    “Come on, Merlin, keep up,” he teases.
    “I’m right behind you,” Merlin calls back.
    “It’s not like that carrello is heavy, she hardly brought anything.”
    “Arthur, stop teasing Merlin!” Gwen says,...

Fic 10: link

Crackers

Prompt: Natale cracker

If te don’t know what these are (from Wikipedia):
Christmas crackers, Natale poppers o bon-bons are part of Natale celebrations in the UK and Commonwealth countries such as Australia, Canada, New Zealand and South Africa, as well as the USA to a lesser degree. They are also popolare in Ireland. A cracker consists of a cardboard tube wrapped in a brightly decorated twist of paper, making it resemble an oversized sweet-wrapper. The cracker is pulled da two people, and, much in the manner of a wishbone, the cracker splits unevenly. The split...

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SUNDAY

    Is that Gwen’s car? Arthur cranes his head, looking. The traffic light changes and he growls as he hits the accelerator. She detto she was running to the market. That’s a café. He looks in the rear view mirror. That’s her car. I know it is.
    He stomps into the firehouse minuti later, looking around. “Paul,” he calls. “Paul!”
    “What?” the large man looks up.
    “Can I borrow your car for a few minutes?” Arthur asks. Merlin looks up, puzzled.
    “Um,...

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    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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MONDAY

    “I see what te mean about the gardens,” Gwen says as they walk up the path to Roger and Lorraine’s house. They’d packed up and closed up the house already and drove the short distance to drop off the keys on their way back to London.
    Arthur rings the bell, reaching for Gwen’s hand as they wait. No one comes to the door.
    “I know she’s home,” he says, pulling Gwen off the porch onto the lawn as he starts to walk around to the back garden. “She’s probably back here.”
    They...