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If آپ were sitting on the bus یا train going to work یا college یا wherever and Bradley came and sat right اگلے to you, on the اگلے seat, thigh touching yours, what would آپ do? The bus/train wasn't full but he chose to sit اگلے to you. آپ were reading a book یا had your headphones plugged into your ears and didn't take any notice at first, then when آپ looked up... there he was!

Oh, and he کہا hello, with his lovely smile and blue eyes piercing into you.

Be honest, what would آپ ACTUALLY do یا say. Would آپ even say یا do anything at all?
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So this is my post-s5 Arwen fic. It is Arwen, though it takes place after season 5, I promise.


    When Gaius told her, she felt a flurry of emotions. Shock. Joy. Sadness. Anger. Fear.
    Guinevere, Queen of Camelot, was with child.
    Shock, because they had been trying for over three years with no results. She was beginning to fear that she was barren.
    Joy, because she had something of Arthur left within her, something good and innocent and pure that would carry on his legacy.
    Sadness,...
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-Finale-

    The گھنٹہ comes at last, after Arthur cursing the sun, swearing it is moving the wrong way, changing his trousers three times, and forgetting how to fasten his belt.
    He stands at the front of the great hall, Geoffrey at hand, still and calm as always. His presence should have a calming effect on Arthur, but instead it only serves to annoy him.
    “Any منٹ now, Sire,” Merlin says, stepping up to straighten Arthur’s جیکٹ and otherwise check that he looks perfect on the outside, even if he is trying...
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    Being Friday night, parking is troublesome. Lance finds a place for his Citroën a ways up the block, and Arthur piggybacks on the spot, squeezing his motorcycle in sideways in front of Lance’s car, the front tire on the sidewalk.
    “Arthur, you’re going to get a citation,” Gwen cautions, but Arthur seems unconcerned.
    “Nice motorbike,” Lance تبصرے as Gwen once again stuffs Arthur’s جیکٹ away.
    “Thank you. Her name is Morgana,” Arthur says, sweeping his arm grandly.
    “Morgana?...
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Had to add it. Just had to.
Okay, I will confess: I normally hate fics that steal from song lyrics. But I love this song and have always found its story charming, and it seemed a perfect fit. Song lyrics are in italics, like mini-chapter headings. Hope آپ enjoy.

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say,
Please share my umbrella.


    It’s raining. Again. I’ve gotten into the habit of carrying my umbrella with me constantly this summer it’s been so wet. I glance at my watch and sigh, just having missed the گزشتہ bus. That means nine minutes. Nine منٹ of standing here in the damp. But at least...
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    Gwen folded the sheets and arranged them nicely at the edge of the huge bed. Wiping the sweat that trickled down the side of her temple, she circled Uther’s بستر and walked over to the late king’s cupboard. She thrust it open, took out some of Uther’s favourite attire and closed the cupboard. She took the attire and hung it over Uther’s favourite chair سے طرف کی his میز, جدول and took a step back.
    “Hmm… this will do nicely today,” she کہا to herself and smiled.
    Stepping forward, she wiped the speck of dust on...
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    Gwen played with her food. She is not hungry, though she knows she has to eat. She still has some undone chores back in the castle, and she needs energy to complete them, but not even the delectable food in front of her could get her attention. Finally she pushed the plate away and sighed, leaning back against the chair. Someone knocked at the door. Gwen looked startled. The knock came again, this time in a hurry. She tightened her fingers around the cup she held while the other grabbed the edge of the table, her nails planted into the firm wood.
    “Gwen?”...
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Cookies

Prompt: Arthur and Gwen bake Christmas کوکیز together


“Merlin, can آپ help me with—” Arthur stops cold, staring at the person in his kitchen. “You’re not Merlin,” he says dumbly, finishing pulling his tie free from its knot.

“Hi, Arthur,” Gwen answers, chuckling. She is measuring flour into a bowl. “Sorry, Merlin took an extra shift at the hospital. My تندور is broken, and he کہا I could bake my Christmas کوکیز here. Hope that’s okay.”

“Um, yeah,” he stammers. “It’s fine, Guinevere.” Arthur is thrown سے طرف کی her appearance in their apartment. Certainly...
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Gingerbread

Prompt: They came upon a midnight clear


“Oh, God…” she gasps, his lips on her neck, heading for her cleavage. He eases her down on سب, سب سے اوپر of the pile of coats on a بستر in a spare bedroom near the back of the house.

“You taste as good as آپ smell,” he murmurs against her skin. “Like…” he pauses, pressing a delicious open-mouthed kiss just above her collarbone, “…gingerbread?” He lifts his head and looks at her.

“Scented and flavored shimmer powder,” she explains, giggling.

“Very festive,” he says, grinning lasciviously before dropping his lips back...
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posted by kbrand5333
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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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    “Your brother is a knight.”
    Five simple words. Five words that Guinevere has heard several times, but never from Arthur’s lips.
    “Yes, Arthur, آپ knighted him. I was there.”
    “Guinevere, listen. Think. Your brother is a knight.”
    “Arthur,” Gwen sighs, placing her hand on his cheek in that way that she has, “I’ve had a long day. Your father was particularly trying today, and while I appreciate your playful guessing game, I’m really—”
    Arthur...
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