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Arthur & Gwen Christmas Fest 2011 (Main Post)
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BEGINS: 12th Dec 2011
END: 31st of Dec 2011
Welcome to the 2011 Arthur & Gwen Christmas Fest Page, the place to celebrate the two best things around: Christmas and A/G!
Firstly before I tell you the rules, I will explain the reasons I decided to run this fest. The first one is obvious! To celebrate Christmas and what better way than by creating some A/G fluffy, smutty and happy fanart and fics. Secondly, because I know that some people have not been enjoying series 4 as much. So what better way to cheer ourselves up then by creating some lovely, happy A/G arts and fics!
Guidelines: (please read carefully)
♥ Everyone is welcome to participate!
♥ Arthur and Gwen must be the main pairing, however other characters/ pairings are welcomed!
♥ Post your prompts below (one prompt per comment). All prompts must be centred around the Christmas theme. However, they can be set in canon, modern times or AU. Anything as long as it Christmassy!
♥ You can post as many prompts as you want. People are also allowed to specify if they want something in particular (i.e: a fic or some icons).
For example: A/G - fic - Arthur and Gwen get snowed in!
♥ People can respond to the prompts in any way they want. Fics, icons, banners, videos are encouraged and more than welcomed!
♥ Post responses to the thread containing the prompt you used (if it’s easier people can post links to where their art/fics are located in their comment).
♥ When posting responses to prompts make sure you include the title, rating, pairing/s and genre in the subject heading.
For example: Mistletoe Kissies - R - A/G - Fluff/Romance
♥ Festival STARTS now and ENDS on the 31st of Dec 2011!
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Have Fun!
If you have any questions or concerns, please comment on this post!
ETA: Master-list can be found here.
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A/G(other characters allowed) - fic - "Arthur & Gwen build their own castle - out of snow."
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http://rockin-overmate.livejournal.com/644.html
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Would you mind, however deleting this comment and posting this in response to the prompt you completed.
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Secret Gift Giver
It was snowing. That's what he would always remember. The little white crystals were hitting the ground and making him bitterly cold. Still he stood out there in his red Pendragon cloak, waiting for whatever princess was his secret gift giver.
If she was a princess. There was something a bit odd about the gifts he'd received now for a week. They weren't the usual decorative baubles.
Day 1: A box. he had plenty in his chambers, imported from here or there. But there was something about this one made of oak and birch if he was correct. It didn't glisten or have jeweled closure. It was plain if anything and the sides were a bit splintered. Received one in his finger to make the point. But for some reason he liked it very much and it was the first box ever he decided to use for his most precious memento. His mother's rings.
Day 2: Wrapped into a faded brown cloth some sweet bread. Only it was some of the most delicious bread he'd ever tasted. It crumbled with satisfaction into his mouth. And he liked to tear off the end pieces. He was a little sad when the last part was eaten. Missed its honey aroma.
Day 3: A cup of strongly hot cider. All day he'd trained with the knights and complained of feeling chilled to the bone as he swore it was the coldest day of the winter yet. He went back to his chambers and found it sitting there right on his desk, but when he asked his servant about it, he told him he hadn't yet had time to prepare anything. Oh, but how that cider warmed his bones that freezing night. It was like the grandest hug was mixed into it as silly as it sounded.
Day 4: It wouldn't be so much a gift if it hadn't meant all it did to him. When he was barely becoming of age he'd been given by the knight he had most looked up to, sadly now deceased, honorably killed in battle, a pair of dark brown leather skinned gloves. They were his favorites so much that he wore them every day, getting his father the king to tease that one day he would rip a hole into them. One day came just this week. And his father provided the replacement, not wanting his son to look like some peasant. So the prince wore his new gloves all day long and pretended that they were perfect when they were nothing of the kind. They itched his fingers and had none of the warmth of the old. Late that afternoon, he pretended it was sweat, not disgust, that made him thrust them off as he entered his chambers. As they flew down to the floor he noticed them, his old gloves, lain on his bed, perfectly mended. Oh how it made him smile as he caringly put them on his irritated hands, took away that bit of pout that had been there all day.
Day 5: It was the craziest thing. Any other time he might laugh at it, but for some reason this time of year made him sentimental, made him act a little boyish. And so as he looked out his window in the morning hour and saw that snow creature built within the deep white, he laughed with glee. It was holding a sword, silly little snow being. He ran all the way outside to stare at it, like a child. Like the boy he no longer had the luxury to pretend to be. But for that moment, he lay in the snow, looking up at it with the goofiest grin a prince could ever have.
Day 6: Red was his favorite color, Pendragon red. He had half a dozen tunics maybe of the color. But he had no socks of the bright glowing shade, until that morning. Oddest thing. Bright red socks, but he put them on under his boots, feeling their well made warmth, and knew he had more Pendragon red than any of his knights, than even his father, and always would, secretly. Red socks he would have laughed at if bought from market, but made by hand by someone, and he loved them.
Day 7: A note, nothing more. Written on parchment with fine soft delicate strokes. "You have received all my gifts without complaint. Perhaps then you'd not mind meeting me. If so, fine prince, go to the wood on Christmas Eve, where the Sycamore lines the frozen pond. I will be there...waiting for you."
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I would love multiple short/comment fics for this one canon/au/modern/all the times/all the ways. But if someone wants to write something longer or your muse gets in the way that is all right too.
So I Don't normally do fic this short.
"Amhar wake-up," seven-year old Sianna pulled her twin brother out of bed.
"What?" The curly haired boy mumbled and gripped his mattress.
"We're supposed to be looking for Santa Clause remember."
"Yeah," three year-old Gwydre chimed in.
Amhar came awake immediately. He could see his twin sister and their baby brother's expectant faces in the moonlight.
"It's about time," Sianna said, her exasperated tone mimicked their father's perfectly.
Amhar stuck out his tongue and got out of bed.
"Let's go and remember Gwydre be quiet." Sianna ordered this.
The three year-old stuck his thumb in his in mouth and nodded, blonde locks mussed from sleep. Very carefully the three young Pendragons pulled open the door to their bedroom. One-by-one they crept into the hallway and went on tiptoe down the stairs, the youngest clutching his favorite bear. They didn't have to go far to find Santa Claus, just a peak through the stair-railing into their living room and they saw mommy underneath the mistletoe kissing Santa Claus.
They were not however close enough to hear Guinevere whisper, "Merry Christmas Arthur."
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Mistletoe - PG - A/G with some Merlin - fluff/humour
"Why ever not? I think its the perfect idea!" Arthur retorts like Merlin should ever question him and his plans. Okay some of them may not have been the best ideas, but this one was definitely a good one! He was sure of it.
"Yes... but what if its not the person you want to kiss," Merlin puts extra emphases on the word 'kiss'. Everyone -or almost everyone- was aware of Arthur's growing feelings for Gwen, except for Gwen it seemed.
Arthur misses it though, leaving Merlin to spell it out "and by person I mean Gwen."
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Arthur cheeks begin to turn slight pink, blushing.
"Whatever you say!" Merlin finished the final touches and then says rather pleased with himself "I've finished here. I'm going to go inside and help Morgana with the gingerbread cookies and you can stay out here in the cold and wait until Gwen arrives. And I hope that it's Gwen and not someone else, like Gwaine! Because that would be terrible!" Merlin laughs and Arthur slaps him on the shoulder.
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Twenty minutes later and Arthur hates to admit it but maybe standing under the mistletoe wasn't the best idea. Especially when he had to kiss Gwaine, Leon and Percival. And when Arthur says kiss, he means he kissed them on the cheek.
They all got massive enjoyment teasing Arthur knowing full well who Arthur was waiting for.
Finally the person Arthur was waiting appears on the porch.
Gwen was beautiful, even in a nice silk red blouse and , which she was in now, she always managed to look stunning. Arthur couldn't help it, his mouth hanging a little open as he stared at her.
"Hi Arthur," Gwen says a little shyly. Gwen swears that she can feel her heart beating like a drum. Arthur always makes her feel like this whenever he stares at her, hell whenever they are in the same room as each other.
Arthur manages to find the courage and points to the mistletoe hanging above them.
"So the rules of the mistletoe dictates that we must kiss," Arthur says rather seductively and a little cocky.
"Well rules are rules," Gwen responds equally aroused and Gwen grabs Arthur's tie, pulling him closer before she steps on her tip toes and her lips crash upon his.
And Arthur thinks that maybe this was the best idea after all!
Sorry if this is crap everyone! It's not beta'ed! So I hope you still enjoy it!
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So this is probably not what you wanted so I owe you one, but I wrote this and yeah...here it is...
Arthur hated boarding school. His teachers despised him as much if not more than the other boys and the Headmaster took a shine to him right away, keeping a watchful eye on him – likely at the behest of his father.
The dormitories were like a desert, oppressively hot during the day, blistering cold at night. He slept with two pairs of socks. And if that weren’t enough, he’d been banned from playing sports by the elder Pendragon for the “incident” last term in Chemistry. That room was still sealed off.
But if there was anything he hated more than school, without a doubt it was being home for the holidays. Goosepimples prickled up his arms and neck as the car pulled up to the family’s country home. Home would be a rather modest descriptor for the centuries old castle.
This place was comfortable enough, but he always felt like every generation that came before eyed him in judgment from their perch in gold frames lining the corridor walls. And what was worse was his half-sister, Morgana and her idiot boyfriend Merlin.
“Pouting again, brother,” she greeted him with a beautifully evil smirk.
“Shut up. I haven’t even got out of the car and you’ve already ruined the day.”
“And how did I do that?”
“I don’t know, it must have been your–”
“Morgana,” someone shouted from behind. Arthur rolled his eyes at the sight of the tall, slender boy.
“Arthur,” Merlin said. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Why is there food in your hair?” he asked stepping by Merlin’s outstretched arm. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Merlin. He was nice enough and last summer they even managed to get along while his sister was off doing whatever it was that she had been off doing.
Arthur scowled as he caught sight of the white morsels of popcorn scattered on the floor like unmelted snowflakes. “It’s all over,” he remarked, annoyed, following the trail back to a pair of bare feet.
A better glance and he saw that they weren’t bare. They were covered in red and white striped stockings that resembled candy canes. They stuck out from under a green dress that shimmered at the hem, around the middle in a tiny hoop and up around the edges where two curly ponytails fell to the collarbone of what he decided might be the most adorable of Santa’s little helpers he had ever seen.
“Oh! Hi! You must be Arthur. I’m Guinevere, but everyone calls me Gwen.”
He shook her hand and remembered that his mouth shouldn’t just hang open like that if he wasn’t going to speak. He snapped his jaw shut and licked his lips and when he said nothing, she smiled brighter, almost giggled.
“Come on, Gwen. We need to dress me now.”
His sister and the cute little elf scurried up the curved, stone steps of the mansion and disappeared down one of the halls.
“Who was that?” he asked Merlin at last still flustered.
“That was Gwen.”
Arthur turned his head, eyes wide as saucers and stared at him. Merlin chuckled in response, half hiding it with his hand.
He cleared his throat and glowered. “What are you doing with her?”
“Don’t worry. It’s for charity and it was their idea.” They started up the stairs together. Arthur wasn’t sure what to think or what to say (again). In truth, all he could think about was Gwen dressed up as an elf and how the holidays didn’t seem so bad this year. From beside he heard Merlin say, “You should see what we’re wearing.”
He gave him a slightly threatening look.
“I’m Rudolf and your Santa. Come on then, the children will be here any minute now and Santa can’t be late.”
Merlin took off up the stairs and down the same hallway the girls had gone. For the briefest of moments Arthur’s face twisted in anger one more time and then...he considered that there that was fairly good chance he might get Gwen to sit on his lap tonight and that made him smile.
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A/G - fic - Modern non-magic AU - angst with happy end
Arthur is convinced his family and friends hate him for some unknown reason because they have all stopped spending any time with him. Turns out it was Gwen's idea to surprise him for his birthday (which is on Christmas) with a very special present and they all were involved.
I hope this is okay and not too long and detailed.
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