Guinevere of the Flawless

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Helios crumples beneath the heavy wood of the chair as it splinters over his muscular head and shoulders. Gwen picks up a chunk of the chair, one of the legs, and clubs him with it.

“If I had shoes I’d be kicking you in the bollocks,” she spits. She raises her improvised weapon again.

“Guinevere,” Arthur’s voice stops her.

“What?” she snaps.

“Leave him for cleanup. We need him alive. The man has got information on everyone and we need it.”

“Shit,” Gwen says. “Hand me those fucking zip ties, then.”

As Arthur hands...

Hey here is the beginning of my next fiction. It takes place during Season 4 episode 9. What if Guinevere realized that she was about to do the unthinkable to Arthur before it happened? As she tries to stop herself from going to another, she fights herself to reach her husband. But as she get's closer to him, the pain becomes even more unbearable. . .will she reach him in time before it's too late?


Guinevere

I grew panicked as I made my way closer to the castle. My arm dragging me forward like I had no control over it. What's happening to me?

Lancelot an inner voice told me.

What, Lancelot?...

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A Baby For Christmas - PG/ bordering on light M - Family - Warning: some language.

A/N: Written for the Christmas 2012 Fic Exchange over at ag-fics. This is dedicated to kbrand5333 who requested the following prompt: Baby for Christmas. Gwen either tells Arthur she's pregnant at Christmas or she goes into labor with their first child Christmas morning (preferably the 2nd option, but author's choice). I hope you like it Kim! And Merry Christmas!

Once again, this has not been edited. So any mistakes are my fault!

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It started early Christmas Day. Arthur felt his wife tossing and turning more...

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    Lunch?
    Three minutes pass, then Gwen’s phone vibrates on her desk. Sorry, I have a lunch meeting today.
    Another one? Okay. She puts her phone down on her desk, trying not to slam it on the hard surface. There is a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that has been plaguing her since Sunday night, when Arthur chose to go home instead of staying another night.
    He’s allowed to sleep in his own bed. He’s paying rent on the place, he should spend some time there, she had told herself....

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    Arthur sweeps back into the royal chambers, speaking as he does so. “Well, we’ve got that all worked out. The extra stations are set and the new rotation is all worked out. Leon is a genius at that, really. And I also dispatched a small search party west to track Lord Dungba…” he trails off when he hears a watery noise from the sleeping quarters. He drops his gloves and sword belt on the table and steps quietly over to investigate. He sees Daisy kneeling behind Guinevere, squeezing water from her wet hair with a towel, drying it as it hangs over...

Okay, so you all don't come after me with torches and pitchforks now that I've finished "Fire," I have a new giftie for you all. This first bit was inspired by the coronation kiss.

    “This crown is heavy,” Guinevere whispers into Arthur’s ear. The coronation feast is in full swing and with everyone eating they have some time to talk to one another relatively uninterrupted.
    Arthur chuckles, telling her, “Yes, in more ways than one sometimes.” Then he kisses her earlobe lightly before straightening back up. The light caress of his lips makes...