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No honestly is there a reason his 'hair' looks like this again? What not enough money to splurg on a few good hair pieces guys?

Second, how many of wewe are beginning to thoroughly dislike him? For the longest time I put up with him as the amusing defacto father of Merls and that was all fine well and good and I could cope with his lack of imagination re the tavern issue all siku long (Merlin being in the tavern) but this, this constant, thing of never quite telling all the relevant details and what is more, being selective in his memory is beginning to wear thin.

In fact, sometimes I find him far zaidi evil than the warpedness of an Odin au an Uther because they are just blindingly ignorant but he knows better.

Thoughts welcomed. Very very miffed with Gaius this season.
Part 19: link


    “Are wewe nervous, Guinevere?” Arthur asks quietly. Gwen is seated between Arthur and Morgana in the back kiti, kiti cha of Gaius’ Cadillac, on the way to church.
    “Yes,” she majibu 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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Part 17: link


    Gwen blinks her eyes open. Where am I? Oh, right. Milwaukee. Arthur’s uncle’s house. She looks at the clock. 9:37! I haven’t slept this late in years!
    She swings her feet down, sliding them into her slippers. She looks around the room. I didn’t bring that many boxes, why do I still have half of them left? Oh. Right. After Arthur went to kitanda I spent the rest of the evening in Morgana’s room till far too late.
    Gwen has decided that she definitely likes Morgana. She’s exuberant and witty. Arthur said...
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Part 9: link


    Aredian strides to the witness stand from the back of the courtroom, a thin, severe, imposing figure, all in black. Something about his demeanor makes everyone uncomfortable in his presence, like they’re afraid that he’s going to shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips and smite them just for breathing the same air.
    “Good Lord, Arthur, where’d your father meet him?” Gwen whispers.
    “I honestly have no idea. Some maswali are better left unanswered,” he whispers back. He’s been enjoying whispering...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 7: link


    “Percival, why didn’t wewe correct the prince when he made that misstep? He very nearly gave young Maxwell a black eye!” Leon snaps at his fellow knight as the two men walk to the ngome from the morning’s training.
    “Well, he’s the prince! I can’t… yell at him,” Percival majibu weakly.
    “He must be trained the same as all the other boys,” Leon sighs. “I know it’s difficult, but…”
    “I just don’t feel right. I know he’s only five, but he outranks me.”
    “Well,...
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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
Fic 2: link

Twelve

Prompt: Prompt: 12 days of krisimasi my true upendo gave to me


It’s late, it’s cold, and all I want to do is stoke up my little moto and crawl into my kitanda with three au four blankets.

I give the door an extra shove to make sure it’s securely closed against the draft. I light a candle and am just about to turn to the wood box when I see it.

What on earth? It’s soft, but heavy, wrapped in parchment and tied with a red ribbon.

My moyo pounds as I pull the ribbon, setting it aside. Waste not, want not. Inside is a large, thick wool blanket, red. I unfurl it and run my hand across...
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posted by kbrand5333
Part 13: link


    The royal couple makes their way to the balcony overlooking the courtyard, where the citizens of Camelot have gathered to greet their sovereigns.
    “Are wewe all right?” Arthur asks the quiet Guinevere.
    “Yes. No. I don’t know,” she answers. “Honestly I’m zaidi nervous for Merlin.”
    “I’ll be fine, Gwen,” Merlin says from behind them, and they turn to see him standing there in his new robes. They are deep midnight blue with silver accents at the cuffs and neck. He is carrying...
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posted by nessarthur
The BBC has officially announced that the current series of Merlin will be the last.

The ndoto drama will bow out with “a spectacular conclusion” this Christmas, the BBC has confirmed in a statement released at midnight. The special two-part finale will see Merlin’s re-telling of the Arthurian legend reach “its natural and dramatic end”.

Co-creators and Executive Producers, Johnny Capps and Julian Murphy commented: “This is the series where the storylines truly reach their apex. We always felt the story of the legend was best told across five series, leading to a spectacular finale...
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Just posting some of the points that they made:

"I don't even ship this but...

Here’s some Arthur/Gwen scenes that were weirdly absent from the 5th season so far (SPOILERS):

A goodbye between Arthur and Gwen before he leaves in Ep 1.

Gwen’s reaction to Arthur’s disappearance in Ep. 1.

Any sort of insight in how Gwen feels about being Queen and Arthur’s wife now. (EVERY episode goes on and on about Arthur’s doubts about being king—Gwen should be going through something similar, shouldn’t she?)

A welcome nyumbani between Arthur and Gwen in Ep. 2.

A scene where Arthur at least tells Gwen what’s...
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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
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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
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    “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m completely soaked,” Gwen laughs as they scurry into Arthur’s flat. They had gone out for a walk after dinner, but failed to check the weather forecast. They got caught in a surprise summer rainstorm and had to run home.
    “Best get wewe out of those wet clothes, then,” Arthur teases. She runs down the hall ahead of him, out of his grasp. “Oh, no, wewe don’t…” he calls, following behind, not running, but taking long mwepesi, teleka strides through the room and down the hall.
    He...
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posted by kbrand5333
Fic 3: link

Through the Snow

Prompt: Dashing through the snow


“Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh…”

“Merlin, shut up!” Gwen snaps, navigating through traffic on the snowy highway, gripping the steering wheel like she’s trying to strangle it. “And this isn’t a sleigh, it’s a Land Rover,” she mutters.

“Dashing through the snow, in Gwen’s black LR2…”

“Merlin…” she warns, hitting the brakes suddenly. “Ugh, if you’re going to just go the speed limit, get out of this lane!”

“Gwen, calm down,” Merlin says.

“I don’t know why I let wewe talk me...
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posted by kbrand5333
Fic 1: link

Snowed In

Prompt: Cold December Night


Guinevere turns at the sound of a soft knock at the door. “Oh,” she says, seeing it is only Merlin’s prat friend Arthur. “He’s sleeping, finally,” she says.

Arthur steps in. “Guinevere,” he greets her coolly, used to her standoffish demeanor. She notices melting snowflakes on the shoulders of his black greatcoat and on the crown of his blonde hair.

“Is it still snowing?” she asks, fussing over Merlin’s pale thin frame in the hospital bed, tucking his blankets up under his chin.

“Getting worse. I almost skidded off the road,...
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posted by kbrand5333
So I've decided (well, commanded kwa Queen Stacey) to expand the Punk chapter from One Thousand Tomorrows to a full-length fic. Hope wewe enjoy. The first couple chapters will be familiar.

London, summer 1977

    I hope those ruffians aren’t loitering around again. I hate walking past them, Gwen thinks as she walks down the street, on her way nyumbani from some Saturday morning shopping. Her bag in her arms with some groceries from the market; she rounds the corner and surveys the mitaani, mtaa ahead of her.
    They’re there. The five of them on one side. On the...
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posted by kbrand5333
    Merlin is drawing a bath for his master. He is pouring the last jugs of warm water into a large tub, whistling a jaunty tune. His life as a servant has been a lot easier since the wedding. Arthur’s general mood has improved tenfold now that he can openly onyesha his affections for Guinevere, and marriage suits him well. Gwen makes Arthur happy, and when Arthur is happy he is nicer to Merlin. Not only that, but Gwen gets displeased when Arthur is unnecessarily kuvuka, msalaba with Merlin. And Arthur has learned, like all husbands, that the key to a happy marriage it to not make...
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I thought it brilliant and got her permission to share. Do enjoy. It is actually wonderfully written. And yes, wewe 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 sekunde night after her wedding, Gwen bled. She had suspected it might happen as such, her usual rhythm being...
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A/N: Thanks must once again go to withkissesfour for editing this chapter. I would also like to dedicate this chapter to her as it was her birthday last week! Happy Birthday withkissesfour!

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~Chapter 2~

Merlin’s shoulders are shivering. He feels incredibly cold.

Arthur notices this and laughs, “Why are wewe always shivering like a little girl?”

Merlin gives him an annoyed look and is about to moto back a retort when a fierce breeze sweeps past from the other direction towards Arthur. Now Arthur is shaking and Merlin can see a little fear rising in his blue eyes. And notices how quickly...
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posted by kbrand5333
Parts 1-9: link

The entire thing can also be read here: link


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...
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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 siku 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 kwa some… escort… to go and be married to a complete stranger....
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