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posted by MISAforever
*Beauty and the Beast*
Gwen: I saw what bạn did earlier. The people owe bạn a debt of gratitude.
Arthur: The people owe me nothing. My father is still going to impose the tax.
Gwen: Will he not be persuaded?
Arthur: Not bởi me. He can't stand the sight of me.
Gwen: That's not true. The King loves you.
Arthur: bạn should have heard the way he spoke to me.
Gwen: I'm sure he was angry but you're still his son. Everyone appreciates what bạn did. They know bạn tried and they won't forget that.
Arthur: Maybe he's right. One ngày I will be the King of Camelot. I cannot be a friend to the people as well as their...
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I thought it brilliant and got her permission to share. Do enjoy. It is actually wonderfully written. And yes, bạn 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 một giây night after her wedding, Gwen bled. She had suspected it might happen as such, her usual rhythm being...
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posted by kbrand5333
My 2nd place-winning fic for Arwen short challenge 7! I had to trim it for length to meet the word count requirements. This is the FULL version.

“My lady, he’s here.”

Four words. Four small words I’ve been dreading since the ngày my father told me that he had promised me to King Arthur of Camelot.

“Thank you, I’ll be down presently,” I say, not turning around. It was rude of me, I know. I usually treat my servants better than this. Hopefully they will forgive my curtness, understanding my reticence to be whisked away bởi some… escort… to go and be married to a complete stranger....
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Part 19: link


    “Are bạn nervous, Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly. Gwen is seated between Arthur and Morgana in the back ghế, chỗ ngồi of Gaius’ Cadillac, on the way to church.
    “Yes,” she các câu trả lời simply.
    He takes her hand in his. “It will be fine,” he says. “It’s church. People are supposed to be nice at church.”
    “Yes, they are,” Gwen answers, “but some of the most closed-minded people are also some of the most righteous.”
    “Righteous in their own minds, anyway,”...
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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 phía trước, chuyển tiếp 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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Part 10: link


    Alined slinks up to the witness stand and is sworn in.
    “So,” Leon begins, “Mr. Alined, bạn have been in Memphis for nine years, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “And before that, bạn were known as Herman Delaine of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “Your honor, I di chuyển for a recess,” Aggy stands and declares loudly.
    “Reason?”
    “I’m not prepared for this…...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 8: link


    I have a convention on Thursday. Gwen looks down at the text she’s just gotten from Arthur, and remembers his “plus-one” threat.
    Oh, no.
    Don’t worry, you’re safe. Not a plus-one kind of thing.
    Good.

    “What’s up?” Merlin leans over and peers over her shoulder.
    “Arthur has a convention to go to Thursday.”
    “Sounds scintillating,” Merlin says, making a face.
    It’s in Dublin. I’ll...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 7: link


    “Ouch,” Gwen complains, squirming as the rough bark of the cây suddenly makes itself known.
    “Don’t squirm hoặc we’ll end up starting over again,” Arthur chuckles into her neck. He is still holding her in his arms, still joined with her, still regaining his breath.
    “The cây is uncomfortable,” Gwen says, kissing his forehead.
    “Sorry,” Arthur apologizes, and slowly lowers her to her feet. He grins when he sees her trousers hanging half-off, one boot still on.
    “I...
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Guinevere narrows her eyes at the man who is sprawled all over her booth.

"Who does he think he is?" She seethes.

Her lips press into a thin line as she stalks over to the bàn she calls her "spot." It is at the far end of the coffee shop, away from the distractions made bởi people who come in and out of the store. It's in a nook that is quiet—which is how she prefers to spend her afternoons.

This guy didn't seem like he was into any pursuit that fells into the category of "quiet."

She stalks over to the table, making sure to lock eyes with the blonde-haired man who actually beams when he sees...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 41: link


    “Good morning, Paulette, darling,” Arthur greets the receptionist, leaning his elbows on her counter.
    “Mr. Pendragon,” she greets him coolly. “You have an appointment with Mr. Gaius.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “Wait here,” she sighs, “I’m supposed to call him and he’ll come down.”
    “Well, he may want to rethink that, Sugar Plum,” Arthur says, thoroughly enjoying needling the stuffy receptionist. “Tell him I have his painting.” He then walks casually...
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Dredging up OLD and I do mean OLD shit, for the express purpose of fomenting war is just not cricket, particularly as bạn are not privy to the mindset, and why we may well have been at war at the time. One sometimes gets bitchy, we are all human. Now we know the boy, compares co-stars with purses, wishes that he could just take over Camelot and Merls can go off into the sunset so he can run this shit. Bradley has foot in mouth disease and was an ass. He has done a shitload of growing up and as for those attempting to imply general hatred towards Angel, bạn could not be thêm wrong.

Our resident,...
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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 các bình luận as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s áo khoác away.
    “Thank you. Her name is Morgana,” Arthur says, sweeping his arm grandly.
    “Morgana?...
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posted by kbrand5333
    “Merlin, I need bạn 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 thắt lưng, vành đai 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 21: link


    Gwen slips a small piece of folded parchment into Annis’ hand as the two queens hug each other goodbye.
    “What is this?” Annis asks.
    “You’ll understand when bạn read it,” Gwen smiles. Annis tucks it into her belt.
    “Arthur,” Annis holds her hand out, and Arthur takes it and kisses it.
    “Thank bạn again for your hospitality, your highness,” Arthur says. “Do not be a stranger to Camelot.”
    “Well, I do intend to pay bạn a...
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Now, I am not being offensive, hoặc defensive, hoặc any other 'ive', I am however, pointing the collective in the correct direction. I actually know, INTIMATELY of what I speak. Since a picture paints a thousand words, I give you, Gabriel Aubry and Nahla Berry Aubry. Now, those names may not be familiar to you, but he meets a certain criteria and his ex meets the other criteria...enough said.

I'm just tired of people getting it INCREDIBLY WRONG. Yes, her mother is that fine assed woman, Halle Berry and her ex is one of the world's best paid super models. That part is irrelevant, their offspring on the other hand IS RELEVANT.

Why am I sharing this shot? Cause I am tired of shaking my head.
Part 20: link

    Gwen finishes her call with Morgana and sets her phone to silent. She sets it on Arthur’s dresser and flips the overhead light off. Arthur had made himself cozy under the covers of his giường while she was talking, sitting propped up against the headboard on pillows. He beckons to her with one finger, despite the fact that she is already walking towards him.
    “Remember your shoulder,” she warns as she climbs in tiếp theo to him, on his right side.
    “Somehow I don’t think you’ll let me forget,” he smiles as...
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Hi guys ... this is my contribution to the visitation challenge ...



“Goodnight Gwen” the knights bid her goodbye.
“Good night everyone,thank bạn for everything”
“Is he here yet?” Merlin asked.
“He should be anytime soon”
“Hmmm … so this is where he’s been sneaking to all this while, huh?”
“Merlin!”
“All right … wouldn’t want to spoil our lover’s reunion here, do we?” Merlin chuckled and joined the knights.
Seeing them off, Gwen walked in and closed the door behind her.
All this while, a hooded figure snuck behind a pillar and watched everything in silence....
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 9: link


    Queen Guinevere has been bedridden for a week and a half. Despite Gaius’ best efforts, her health has been on a very slow decline for the past seven years. She started sleeping later into the mornings. Her appetite decreased. Her mind is still as sharp as ever and she is still not one to be trifled with, but after a năm hoặc so she would not walk anywhere unescorted for fear of losing her balance and falling.
    “It’s your heart, Gwen,” Gaius had told her after several days’ worth of testing and study, including involving Merlin...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 8: link


    “Yes?” Gwen turns at the soft knock behind her.
    “Excuse me, my lady, the prince left these behind on the training field and he will be looking for them tomorrow,” Sir Leon says, stepping into the young prince’s room, holding a pair of small leather gloves.
    “Hi, Sir Leon,” Llacheu greets the tall knight from his bed.
    “Good evening, my lord,” Leon nods, handing the gloves to Gwen. He smiles at the young prince. “All ready for bed, then?”
    “No,...
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