Arthur & Gwen If anyone can make me fall in love

Post 4x09. Arthur's POV. Angsty companion piece to "Numb". Here's the link to Numb: link.

Also have a 3rd part to bring these two back together if you're interested. Happy reading! :)



Ache


The bright sun streams through the window.

I cringe at its warmth and cheerfulness. I groan at its inevitable message.

It is the start of a new day. Without her. I let the realization sink in.

And that's when the ache begins.

Or continues, rather. For its never really stopped. Not since I pronounced my decision and closed the door between us that night. No, it's a constant, crippling reminder that I, Arthur...

4x05 Sci-Fi review

Arthur needs to prove himself as King of Camelot – but starts going about it the wrong way…

A much more serious episode again, with very little humour at all, as Arthur begins to come to terms with the requirements placed upon him by being King. His progress isn’t helped by his uncle Agravaine’s agenda, which appears to be based on getting Arthur into as much trouble as possible in the hope that he won’t be able to get himself out of it, thereby leaving the throne free for Morgana. It would be good to know exactly what Agravaine thinks he’ll achieve with Morgana...

Part 34: link


    “Arthur, I’m not so sure this is a good idea anymore,” Gwen says as he pulls her car into the driveway of a large stone estate, parking the small car in a corner under a tree, hidden from view.
    “You’re not chickening out on me now, are you?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
    She opens the car door and stubbornly stomps out while he reaches into the back seat to retrieve a bag that he’s brought. A bag of which he wouldn’t let her see the contents.
    “Come on,” he takes her hand...

Part 33: link


    Arthur wakes to a peculiar sound. He sits up, groggy, and tilts his head to the side, listening.
    I have a vacuum cleaner?
    He swings his feet to the floor, pulls on a pair of shorts, and staggers out to his living room to find Gwen pushing the vacuum around the room, singing to herself. He leans against the wall and watches her, half a grin decorating his face.
    “Oh!” she jumps when she sees him. She turns of the vacuum. “Sorry. But I figured you should get up anyway,” she shrugs....