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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 klabu him with it.

“If I had shoes I’d be kicking wewe 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 inayofuata 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 zaidi 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 mbele 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 krisimasi - PG/ bordering on light M - Family - Warning: some language.

A/N: Written for the krisimasi 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 krisimasi au she goes into labor with their first child krisimasi morning (preferably the 2nd option, but author's choice). I hope wewe 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 krisimasi Day. Arthur felt his wife tossing and turning more...

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    Lunch?
    Three dakika 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 nyumbani 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 tafuta 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 ukanda on the meza, jedwali 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 wewe all don't come after me with torches and pitchforks now that I've finished "Fire," I have a new giftie for wewe all. This first bit was inspired kwa 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 zaidi ways than one sometimes.” Then he kisses her earlobe lightly before straightening back up. The light caress of his lips makes...

He was striving for innocuous unsuccessfully at the moment what with constant drip, drip, drip, down the back of his collar, alama like slow water torture from the stairwell above.

Still, it was an excellent vantage point for mitaani, mtaa level. That is so long as he continued to crouch just below sight lines. He flexed fatigued thigh muscles cracking his spine for good measure and felt some semblance of relief in the movement.

Damp leather gloves adjusted his collar, alama as he hissed feeling the pull of the impromptu patchwork quilt Merlin had done closing the wound on his forearm just hours before; would have...

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    “I never knew room-temperature chicken could taste so good,” Arthur says, taking another bite from a leg.
    “That’s the beauty of fried chicken. Even cold, it’s still good.”
    They are sitting close together on the sofa, a regal spread from KFC arrayed on the meza, jedwali in front of them. Gwen has her feet tucked up, her toes snuggled under Arthur’s thigh. She is wearing her inayopendelewa t-shirt of his again.
    “You know, I have an entire drawer full of t-shirts wewe can choose from,”...