Girlie Cape Porn (6)

Part 31: link


    Gwen is up early, too anxious and excited to sleep in. She takes a shower, comes back to their room, and sits down on the bett in her bathrobe, staring at the wall. A Minute later her head finds the kissen and she is falling back to sleep.
    Arthur wakes an Stunde later. He sees Gwen lying there, sleeping on oben, nach oben of the covers in her robe, gewand and smelling freshly-showered. He shakes his head and chuckles at her. The clock says 8:12.
    Arthur goes to the bathroom, empties his bladder, and brushes his teeth. He hears his father...

Part 5: link


    “Gaius, Merlin tells me this bracelet may hold some answers?” Arthur asks, handing the linen-wrapped jewelry to the physician.
    “Yes, Sire, but unfortunately the only way to know for certain is to break the law ourselves,” he frowns. “Unless you’re just willing to take our word for it,” he indicates himself and Merlin.
    Arthur contemplates this, conflicted. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Guinevere. She looks unsteady on her feet, so he pulls a bench over for her, offering his hand to assist her...

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The graveside funeral service is gloomy, befitting the mood of those who attend it. It was a windy morning, threatening to pour, with dark clouds gathering ahead. But thankfully the rain does not fall at all throughout the funeral. The priest chants Psalm 23 as the attendees sit quietly, listening to the priest. Gwen sits Weiter to her brother Elyan and his friend Percival. Morgana sits on the other side of Gwen while Gaius sits Weiter to Morgana. Gwen didn’t watch the service; neither did she listen to anything recited Von the priest. Her thoughts were still on the...

Part 41: link


    Guinevere is standing at the wardrobe, staring, wrapped in a towel. Unlike Arthur, she was not content to live from a suitcase and had placed her things there. She contemplates the black satin negligee she had bought as a surprise for Arthur. Sighing, she tucks it back into its hiding place. That would be too cruel. I’ll wear it tomorrow night.
    As she reaches for the familiar t-shirt, she spies the corner of something rectangular, crammed flat against the back, having partially slid down between the shelf and the cabinet. What’s...

She said.

AN: I was thinking this one would be a one-shot but found myself Schreiben this when I woke up today. I know it's a little out there – but it's all in good fun and I think still very much tongue-in-cheek.
AN2: Flashbacks are italicized.
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Gwen wishes she could chuck her phone out of the hotel window. It's been beeping and ringing intermittently for the last couple of hours and after Lesen the first few texts earlier, she knows the messages are most likely about the pictures that have exploded all over Tumbler. She's had to set it to silent and...

Part 29: link


    Midnight. Gwen is dead on her feet. Mehr accurately, she is dead in Arthur’s lap, her head on his shoulder. He absently strokes her back softly as they sit at a table, chatting with Leon and Thea. Their fathers had left two hours prior, discussing something about meeting Monday morning at the bank to switch Tom’s accounts over to Uther’s bank.
    It was bound to happen, Arthur had told Gwen, and she laughed.
    “Well, dear, I suppose we should get Home and relieve the babysitter,” Leon says, standing and...

This is where my 500-word submission came from. I wrote this, then chopped it. I promised some of Du that I'd put the long version up, so here it is.


    It was late. Guinevere had just finished tending to the king, who was finally sleeping. She could finally go home. It had been a long Tag and she was tired. All she wanted to do now was go home, take her shoes off and sit down. True, her workload had decreased significantly thanks to Arthur, but the days started early and ended late. Looking after Uther wasn’t exactly an enjoyable task for her, but she took pride in her...