14 Days of A/G:Fic:Already A Legend
Title: Already A Legend
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: Gwen and Arthur can’t decide on their fancy dress costumes.
Word Count:
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was U-24 Modern!AU, fancy dress party.(CRACK) and was prompted by fly_to_dawn ok so this turned out nothing like I wanted and quite frankly isn’t very crakcy at all =S…but hopefully you will find some enjoyment in reading it.
Already A Legend
“No”
Gwen sighed, crossing out the line on her notebook. She was lying on her stomach, feet popped up crossing over one another on the soft mattress of their shared bed. In her hand was a notebook which was black but had jewel like stickers on it in red and blue and written on the front in big gold fancy lettering the words:
QUEEN GUINEVERE
And in smaller silver lettering underneath:
How to keep that king, big headed, arrogant, thinks he’s so bloody marvellous, but really he’s just a gigantic idiot who’s really dense in the head, Arthur in check
The notebook was courtesy of Morgana, given to Gwen with the reasoning “Well if mister I’m so bloody fabulous is going to act like he’s a king, I don’t see why you shouldn’t be Queen…I’d feel much safer with you ruling than that bozo anyhow”.
A black ball pen was in her other hand the lid of which she was currently chewing as she concentrated on the next thing to suggest. Arthur was in the en-suite the door wide open so they could talk easily. Gwen looked up and watched as he brushed his teeth one hand running up and down his bare abdomen, he only had his boxers on. The tooth brush he was using was a deep red and had a golden dragon on it. He’d only recently gotten it on their last weekly shopping route. Arthur had walked past it, turned his head around quickly and picked it up with a cry of “Cooooooollll”. When she’d asked what all the fuss was about he had proceed to tell her.
“It’s like it was made for me” chucking the toothbrush into the trolley and picking up another one throwing that in as well.
“How so?” she’d curiously asked as she handled a bottle of herbal essence, she loved that stuff, her favourite being the “it’s a curl thing”, it was great for her dark curls, kept them looking more like soft curls and less like a birds nest but it also smelt of lavender.
“Because it’s red, my favourite colour AND it has a dragon on it!”
Gwen turned to look at him slightly confused, gesturing with the bottle of shampoo.
“What has a dragon got to do with you?”
Arthur had sighed exasperated and pointed at himself.
“Pendragon!”
“Oooooooooooooo” Gwen said laughing as the realisation dawned on her, he was such a little boy at heart. Anything with a dragon on was ‘made for him’. Gwen smiled at the memory.
“How about Draco and Kara?”
Arthur spat out the toothpaste and washed his mouth out with water before replying.
“I don’t want to go as someone from Harry Potter, that’s something Merlin would do…did.” Arthur corrected himself and then laughed as the image of Merlin dressed up in Hogwarts robes, lighting scar down his forehead, sporting fake glasses with sellotape wrapped around the middle, pointing a wand shouting out EXPELLIARMUS sprang to mind. Gwen chuckled too at the mental image before retorting.
“Not from Hogwarts, from Dragon heart.”
“O…they weren’t a couple; Kara had a thing with what’s his face…flight of the phoenix guy” Arthur clicked his fingers as he tried to think of the name.
“Dennis Quaid”
“Yeah that’s the one, thanks” Arthur walked into the bedroom, opening the chest of drawers and grabbing a t-shirt, pulling it over his head as he walked towards her.
“I know, but they where close, besides Pendragon” she pointed at him with her pen, using the same tone he’d used in the shop only a few days before.
“RWAR” Arthur growled at her smirking as he did so, leaning over and giving her a quick chaste kiss. Gwen giggled into his lips and looked at the list again as Arthur sat down on the bed stretching out, letting his head flip back on the headrest and shoved his feet under the covers so that there was now a big lump next to Gwen’s face.
“Ok ummm how about Romeo and Juliet… I suppose you can’t get any more famous than them.”
“I’m NOT wearing tights, you can FORGET it!” Arthur’s voice was strong and firm, the kind he used when he was almost daring you to push a matter. Gwen couldn’t resist.
“Yes I think Romeo and Juliet, tunic, tights, be very fetching on you. We can even get you one of those what do they call them…dance belts, you know what male ballet dancers wear to hold the goods in place…you know the ones they look a bit like a thong, suit your testosterone manner perfectly.”
Gwen bit down on her lip, trying really hard not to scramble off the bed and run away as she felt Arthur shift from his position and began to prowl over her, arms and legs either side of her body his head dropping down next to her neck so he could speak warningly into her ear, voice low and hard.
“FOR-GET-IT!”
His breath made the hairs on the back on her neck stand up on edge; and her breath caught a little in her throat. They were only playing, teasing each other, threatening with no real intention behind it, but the way she was now trapped beneath his large body; and the fact she could feel him towering over, his chest pressed onto her back not enough to squash her but enough for her to be pressed into the mattress more firmly, made the urge to wriggle free burn within her, as well as giggle madly. It was that wonderful playful “I’m so scared” but I can’t stop laughing feeling, the kind you got when you jumped in the cinema after the monster jumps out. Gwen tilted her heard so that she could just see him in the corner of her eyes.
“That’s a no then?” Her voice was sweet, a laugh hidden behind the words.
Arthur nodded resolutely then kissed her shoulder and lent up a little bit more stopping dead when Gwen’s voiced reached his ears.
“Peter Pan and Wendy?”
Arthur groaned flipping his body off Gwen and over, so that he was facing the ceiling. The movement made the bed shake and Gwen bounced up and down a bit before the mattress finally settled down.
“You just don’t give up do you?”
Gwen flashed him grin, her eye lashes batting innocently.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Arthur chuckled moving his head from side to side as he closed his eyes, shuffling slightly as he got into a more comfy spot. He threw one arm out when he had finished wriggling about, twisting it around so his palm was now rubbing up and down Gwen’s back, scrunching the material of her, his really she’d nicked it from him, t-shirt, exposing her soft silky skin. Goosebumps began prickling up on the newly exposed skin from the cold of the air and the warmth of Arthur’s touch, Gwen hummed at the contact, chewing on the lid of her pen as she concentrated on the list. Who knew picking out a costume could be this difficult, she’d never spent this long thinking of something before, but then again she’d never gone as a couple, always been alone…well in romantic terms. This was the first time she’d had to coordinate with someone, how fitting that it was a Valentine’s Day dress up party, the theme famous couples. It was just her luck though that Arthur was the pickiest man alive, every suggestion she’d made he’d shot down in seconds and yet he made no effort whatsoever to suggest anything else.
Her notebook was filled with pages of couples, half of them already crossed out rejected by the master of the house to her left. Gwen was getting frustrated with this now, her patience wearing a little thin; they only had a few more days to decide. Taking a deep breath Gwen spoke up.
“Hhhhoooowww about….” She haltered realising he’d say no to what she was about to suggest. Gwen looked at the next name and that...o superman that might work…appeal to his ego…o no wait tights, damn! Gwen huffed, flicking her feet up and down against her pillow. Arthur half opened one eye peeking at her, he could tell she was getting infuriated, the pen lid was chewed into oblivion, her lip might be bitten off at any moment and that pillow was getting a fair beating.
“Ok I’ve got one.”
Gwen looked down at Arthur’s face startled. Then shuffling closer to him she placed one hand over his chest, asking curiously.
“What is it?”
Arthur smirked up at her a little, a hand coming up to tuck a lose curl away behind her ear.
“It’s a good one; you’re going to love it.” Gwen raised her eyebrows, suspicion growing inside her and inclined her head forward.
“Go on”
“Well I’ll go in jeans and a shirt…just as me…” Gwen stared down at him perplexed wondering where in the world this was heading.
“And you my darling Guinevere......” Arthur stroked her cheek lovingly while Gwen began to get on edge; there was a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips that made her know she was not going to like this suggestion.
“You shall go as, the ball and chain!”
Gwen slapped him hard across his chest so that his now booming laugh turned into an OOOAF noise as his legs flew up and stomach clenched on impulse. She threw herself on top of him, straddling him while he was still recovering from her first hit.
“How about beauty and the beast?” she declared voice teasing.
“That could work but do you really want to be stuck in a beast costume all night?” Gwen let out a disgusted cry and hit him again. Arthur laughing all the while. She was getting her hands up again to slap him once more when Arthur’s arms suddenly shot up and his fingers grabbed hold of her wrists; holding her back. Gwen let out a squeak as he then flipped them over so it was he who was on top. Gwen struggled against his hold kicking her legs about and thrashing her arms this way and that. Arthur let go of her wrists and instead lowered his hands to either side of her ribs tickling her. Gwen shrieked and began laughing frantically.
“Nnnnnnooooo, s…s…s..toop….stop………ArrrrrrrrrrTTTTHHHUUUUURRRR”
Gwen screeched and begged through her laughter; Arthur smirked and gave a deep throated chuckle, tickling her for a little longer before finally releasing her from his onslaught. Gwen panting breathlessly and still giggling looked up and into his blue eyes, her laughter tailing off the more she looked at him. Arthur lent down as she pushed herself up off her bed, their lips meeting the in middle before Arthur pushed her back down so her head hit the mattress once more. Her arms came to wrap around his shoulders as he kissed his way down her neck. An idea struck her as his lips caressed the hollow of her throat, teeth grazing the skin softly.
“We could go as vampires, Dracula and Elisabeta from the film.”
Arthur pulled back to stare at her confused.
“It’s a Valentines fancy dress not a Halloween one.”
Gwen sighed “Well I’m running out of ideas here and you’re not helping.”
“I don’t know what you mean I gave an excellent suggestion.” Gwen playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
“You know maybe you’re right nothing says love like I vant to suck your blood” Arthur doing his best impression of Bela Lugosi, lowered himself down onto her neck nipping it slightly making Gwen laugh and squeal.
“Well you could also go as a vampire that doesn’t drink blood, Edward Cullen perhaps?” She said when he’d stopped ‘biting’ her and returned instead to kissing.
Arthur made a noise of disgust much to Gwen amusement; it really was fun winding him up.
“Listen woman” Arthur began voice stern but a twinkle in his eyes, Gwen played along raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Vampires are blood sucking monsters; they rip people throats out, drain their blood, and transform some of them, they do not under any circumstance GLITTER like a bloody disco ball!”
Gwen hid her laugh by pressing her lips together and then voice full of unheard giggles and fake swooning replied.
“But he’s so handsome, he’s an Adonis and his hair deifies the law of gravity and he’s so dazzling.” Arthur rolled his eyes.
“O wait maybe considering all that you can’t go as him after all.” Arthur shot her a discontented look and pointed to his chest.
“Edward Cullen, hasn’t got shit on me… look at these abs” he grabbed her hand and ran it up and down his chest, Gwen bit on her lip, trying to keep her pretence up but finding it extremely difficult when she could feel each movement of his muscles.
“And have you seen this hair” Arthur continued dropping her hand, though it lingered on her chest. Gwen burst out laughing as he did his best hair flip worthy of an L’oreal advert.
“Ok you win, I can’t deny it.” Arthur smiled and lent down kissing her once more and then rolled off her. Gwen tucked herself into his side her head resting against his chest, listing to his heartbeat.
“But that still leaves us with the problem of a costume”
Arthur sighed as he traced shapes into Gwen’s lower back as she did the same on his abdomen.
“Can’t we just go as us?”
“We’re not a famous or legendary couple”
Arthur smirked, looking down at Gwen who had tilted her head up a little to look at him.
“Says who? We’re Arthur and Guinevere, pretty damn epic if you ask me!” Gwen smiled and giggling moved up to brush her lips against his. When they broke apart she rubbed her nose up and down his, Arthur moving in the same motion.
“Fine,” Gwen resigned “but you can explain that to everyone.”
Arthur smiled and clutched her closer, Gwen snuggling her head into his neck, planting a few kisses into his skin.
Arthur and Guinevere, already a legend.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: Gwen and Arthur can’t decide on their fancy dress costumes.
Word Count:
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was U-24 Modern!AU, fancy dress party.(CRACK) and was prompted by fly_to_dawn ok so this turned out nothing like I wanted and quite frankly isn’t very crakcy at all =S…but hopefully you will find some enjoyment in reading it.
Already A Legend
“No”
Gwen sighed, crossing out the line on her notebook. She was lying on her stomach, feet popped up crossing over one another on the soft mattress of their shared bed. In her hand was a notebook which was black but had jewel like stickers on it in red and blue and written on the front in big gold fancy lettering the words:
QUEEN GUINEVERE
And in smaller silver lettering underneath:
How to keep that king, big headed, arrogant, thinks he’s so bloody marvellous, but really he’s just a gigantic idiot who’s really dense in the head, Arthur in check
The notebook was courtesy of Morgana, given to Gwen with the reasoning “Well if mister I’m so bloody fabulous is going to act like he’s a king, I don’t see why you shouldn’t be Queen…I’d feel much safer with you ruling than that bozo anyhow”.
A black ball pen was in her other hand the lid of which she was currently chewing as she concentrated on the next thing to suggest. Arthur was in the en-suite the door wide open so they could talk easily. Gwen looked up and watched as he brushed his teeth one hand running up and down his bare abdomen, he only had his boxers on. The tooth brush he was using was a deep red and had a golden dragon on it. He’d only recently gotten it on their last weekly shopping route. Arthur had walked past it, turned his head around quickly and picked it up with a cry of “Cooooooollll”. When she’d asked what all the fuss was about he had proceed to tell her.
“It’s like it was made for me” chucking the toothbrush into the trolley and picking up another one throwing that in as well.
“How so?” she’d curiously asked as she handled a bottle of herbal essence, she loved that stuff, her favourite being the “it’s a curl thing”, it was great for her dark curls, kept them looking more like soft curls and less like a birds nest but it also smelt of lavender.
“Because it’s red, my favourite colour AND it has a dragon on it!”
Gwen turned to look at him slightly confused, gesturing with the bottle of shampoo.
“What has a dragon got to do with you?”
Arthur had sighed exasperated and pointed at himself.
“Pendragon!”
“Oooooooooooooo” Gwen said laughing as the realisation dawned on her, he was such a little boy at heart. Anything with a dragon on was ‘made for him’. Gwen smiled at the memory.
“How about Draco and Kara?”
Arthur spat out the toothpaste and washed his mouth out with water before replying.
“I don’t want to go as someone from Harry Potter, that’s something Merlin would do…did.” Arthur corrected himself and then laughed as the image of Merlin dressed up in Hogwarts robes, lighting scar down his forehead, sporting fake glasses with sellotape wrapped around the middle, pointing a wand shouting out EXPELLIARMUS sprang to mind. Gwen chuckled too at the mental image before retorting.
“Not from Hogwarts, from Dragon heart.”
“O…they weren’t a couple; Kara had a thing with what’s his face…flight of the phoenix guy” Arthur clicked his fingers as he tried to think of the name.
“Dennis Quaid”
“Yeah that’s the one, thanks” Arthur walked into the bedroom, opening the chest of drawers and grabbing a t-shirt, pulling it over his head as he walked towards her.
“I know, but they where close, besides Pendragon” she pointed at him with her pen, using the same tone he’d used in the shop only a few days before.
“RWAR” Arthur growled at her smirking as he did so, leaning over and giving her a quick chaste kiss. Gwen giggled into his lips and looked at the list again as Arthur sat down on the bed stretching out, letting his head flip back on the headrest and shoved his feet under the covers so that there was now a big lump next to Gwen’s face.
“Ok ummm how about Romeo and Juliet… I suppose you can’t get any more famous than them.”
“I’m NOT wearing tights, you can FORGET it!” Arthur’s voice was strong and firm, the kind he used when he was almost daring you to push a matter. Gwen couldn’t resist.
“Yes I think Romeo and Juliet, tunic, tights, be very fetching on you. We can even get you one of those what do they call them…dance belts, you know what male ballet dancers wear to hold the goods in place…you know the ones they look a bit like a thong, suit your testosterone manner perfectly.”
Gwen bit down on her lip, trying really hard not to scramble off the bed and run away as she felt Arthur shift from his position and began to prowl over her, arms and legs either side of her body his head dropping down next to her neck so he could speak warningly into her ear, voice low and hard.
“FOR-GET-IT!”
His breath made the hairs on the back on her neck stand up on edge; and her breath caught a little in her throat. They were only playing, teasing each other, threatening with no real intention behind it, but the way she was now trapped beneath his large body; and the fact she could feel him towering over, his chest pressed onto her back not enough to squash her but enough for her to be pressed into the mattress more firmly, made the urge to wriggle free burn within her, as well as giggle madly. It was that wonderful playful “I’m so scared” but I can’t stop laughing feeling, the kind you got when you jumped in the cinema after the monster jumps out. Gwen tilted her heard so that she could just see him in the corner of her eyes.
“That’s a no then?” Her voice was sweet, a laugh hidden behind the words.
Arthur nodded resolutely then kissed her shoulder and lent up a little bit more stopping dead when Gwen’s voiced reached his ears.
“Peter Pan and Wendy?”
Arthur groaned flipping his body off Gwen and over, so that he was facing the ceiling. The movement made the bed shake and Gwen bounced up and down a bit before the mattress finally settled down.
“You just don’t give up do you?”
Gwen flashed him grin, her eye lashes batting innocently.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Arthur chuckled moving his head from side to side as he closed his eyes, shuffling slightly as he got into a more comfy spot. He threw one arm out when he had finished wriggling about, twisting it around so his palm was now rubbing up and down Gwen’s back, scrunching the material of her, his really she’d nicked it from him, t-shirt, exposing her soft silky skin. Goosebumps began prickling up on the newly exposed skin from the cold of the air and the warmth of Arthur’s touch, Gwen hummed at the contact, chewing on the lid of her pen as she concentrated on the list. Who knew picking out a costume could be this difficult, she’d never spent this long thinking of something before, but then again she’d never gone as a couple, always been alone…well in romantic terms. This was the first time she’d had to coordinate with someone, how fitting that it was a Valentine’s Day dress up party, the theme famous couples. It was just her luck though that Arthur was the pickiest man alive, every suggestion she’d made he’d shot down in seconds and yet he made no effort whatsoever to suggest anything else.
Her notebook was filled with pages of couples, half of them already crossed out rejected by the master of the house to her left. Gwen was getting frustrated with this now, her patience wearing a little thin; they only had a few more days to decide. Taking a deep breath Gwen spoke up.
“Hhhhoooowww about….” She haltered realising he’d say no to what she was about to suggest. Gwen looked at the next name and that...o superman that might work…appeal to his ego…o no wait tights, damn! Gwen huffed, flicking her feet up and down against her pillow. Arthur half opened one eye peeking at her, he could tell she was getting infuriated, the pen lid was chewed into oblivion, her lip might be bitten off at any moment and that pillow was getting a fair beating.
“Ok I’ve got one.”
Gwen looked down at Arthur’s face startled. Then shuffling closer to him she placed one hand over his chest, asking curiously.
“What is it?”
Arthur smirked up at her a little, a hand coming up to tuck a lose curl away behind her ear.
“It’s a good one; you’re going to love it.” Gwen raised her eyebrows, suspicion growing inside her and inclined her head forward.
“Go on”
“Well I’ll go in jeans and a shirt…just as me…” Gwen stared down at him perplexed wondering where in the world this was heading.
“And you my darling Guinevere......” Arthur stroked her cheek lovingly while Gwen began to get on edge; there was a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips that made her know she was not going to like this suggestion.
“You shall go as, the ball and chain!”
Gwen slapped him hard across his chest so that his now booming laugh turned into an OOOAF noise as his legs flew up and stomach clenched on impulse. She threw herself on top of him, straddling him while he was still recovering from her first hit.
“How about beauty and the beast?” she declared voice teasing.
“That could work but do you really want to be stuck in a beast costume all night?” Gwen let out a disgusted cry and hit him again. Arthur laughing all the while. She was getting her hands up again to slap him once more when Arthur’s arms suddenly shot up and his fingers grabbed hold of her wrists; holding her back. Gwen let out a squeak as he then flipped them over so it was he who was on top. Gwen struggled against his hold kicking her legs about and thrashing her arms this way and that. Arthur let go of her wrists and instead lowered his hands to either side of her ribs tickling her. Gwen shrieked and began laughing frantically.
“Nnnnnnooooo, s…s…s..toop….stop………ArrrrrrrrrrTTTTHHHUUUUURRRR”
Gwen screeched and begged through her laughter; Arthur smirked and gave a deep throated chuckle, tickling her for a little longer before finally releasing her from his onslaught. Gwen panting breathlessly and still giggling looked up and into his blue eyes, her laughter tailing off the more she looked at him. Arthur lent down as she pushed herself up off her bed, their lips meeting the in middle before Arthur pushed her back down so her head hit the mattress once more. Her arms came to wrap around his shoulders as he kissed his way down her neck. An idea struck her as his lips caressed the hollow of her throat, teeth grazing the skin softly.
“We could go as vampires, Dracula and Elisabeta from the film.”
Arthur pulled back to stare at her confused.
“It’s a Valentines fancy dress not a Halloween one.”
Gwen sighed “Well I’m running out of ideas here and you’re not helping.”
“I don’t know what you mean I gave an excellent suggestion.” Gwen playfully slapped him on the shoulder.
“You know maybe you’re right nothing says love like I vant to suck your blood” Arthur doing his best impression of Bela Lugosi, lowered himself down onto her neck nipping it slightly making Gwen laugh and squeal.
“Well you could also go as a vampire that doesn’t drink blood, Edward Cullen perhaps?” She said when he’d stopped ‘biting’ her and returned instead to kissing.
Arthur made a noise of disgust much to Gwen amusement; it really was fun winding him up.
“Listen woman” Arthur began voice stern but a twinkle in his eyes, Gwen played along raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Vampires are blood sucking monsters; they rip people throats out, drain their blood, and transform some of them, they do not under any circumstance GLITTER like a bloody disco ball!”
Gwen hid her laugh by pressing her lips together and then voice full of unheard giggles and fake swooning replied.
“But he’s so handsome, he’s an Adonis and his hair deifies the law of gravity and he’s so dazzling.” Arthur rolled his eyes.
“O wait maybe considering all that you can’t go as him after all.” Arthur shot her a discontented look and pointed to his chest.
“Edward Cullen, hasn’t got shit on me… look at these abs” he grabbed her hand and ran it up and down his chest, Gwen bit on her lip, trying to keep her pretence up but finding it extremely difficult when she could feel each movement of his muscles.
“And have you seen this hair” Arthur continued dropping her hand, though it lingered on her chest. Gwen burst out laughing as he did his best hair flip worthy of an L’oreal advert.
“Ok you win, I can’t deny it.” Arthur smiled and lent down kissing her once more and then rolled off her. Gwen tucked herself into his side her head resting against his chest, listing to his heartbeat.
“But that still leaves us with the problem of a costume”
Arthur sighed as he traced shapes into Gwen’s lower back as she did the same on his abdomen.
“Can’t we just go as us?”
“We’re not a famous or legendary couple”
Arthur smirked, looking down at Gwen who had tilted her head up a little to look at him.
“Says who? We’re Arthur and Guinevere, pretty damn epic if you ask me!” Gwen smiled and giggling moved up to brush her lips against his. When they broke apart she rubbed her nose up and down his, Arthur moving in the same motion.
“Fine,” Gwen resigned “but you can explain that to everyone.”
Arthur smiled and clutched her closer, Gwen snuggling her head into his neck, planting a few kisses into his skin.
Arthur and Guinevere, already a legend.