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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 día 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 por some… escort… to go and be married to a complete stranger....
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Part 19: link


    “Are tu nervous, Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly. Gwen is seated between Arthur and Morgana in the back asiento of Gaius’ Cadillac, on the way to church.
    “Yes,” she respuestas 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 adelante, hacia adelante 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 tu 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, tu have been in Memphis for nine years, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “And before that, tu were known as Herman Delaine of Sioux Falls, South Dakota, is that correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “Your honor, I mover 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 árbol suddenly makes itself known.
    “Don’t squirm o 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 árbol is uncomfortable,” Gwen says, besar 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 mesa, tabla she calls her "spot." It is at the far end of the coffee shop, away from the distractions made por 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
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    “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 tu 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, tu could not be más wrong.

Our resident,...
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