14 Days of A/G:Fic:Smoke And Mirrors 3/3
Title: Smoke And Mirrors 3/3
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere, Morgana
Rating/Warnings: PG
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: Arthur and Gwen in the Victoria era
Word Count: 1,334
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was was U-43.Historical AU fic not set in the Medieval times/time period of the show - e.g. Arthur and Gwen meeting in perhaps the Victorian period? (Or Regency or Elizabethan - or whenever, as long as its not Modern or Medieval). (HISTORICAL) and was prompted by thedreamygirl I chose to set mine in the Victorian era. This one ran away with me, I was evidently having way to much fun writing it, so I’ve split it into three parts to make it easier. Hope you all enjoy reading it
PART ONE
PART TWO
Comments are ♥
Smoke And Mirrors: Part Three
The plan had gone into motion later that day. Uther had been overjoyed by the engagement, his philosophy of keeping money in the family coming to pass just the way he’d envisioned. Society had been all a flutter, enthralled by the concept. It was only Mr. Teller who had been sobered by the news though he bounced back quickly, leaving town for a while and then coming back rejuvenated, offering his congratulations to them both and joking he’d be first in line to kiss the bride at the wedding. Morgna had wanted to throw up at the mere thought of his lips touching hers and Arthur had tightened his grip on her arm. And just like they had seen, Uther agreed to Arthur’s request for money, putting it in his name, so it was entirely his and his alone. Everything was going to plan, Arthur and Gwen sneaked as many moments as they could with Merlin’s and Morgana’s aid and time was speeding by quickly.
Morgana was shaken from her thoughts as Arthur’s voice came tearing though her remembrance haze.
“Anyway I have a reason for bursting in here the way I did, well reasons.”
“And those would be?” Gwen asked when Morgana failed too; from what Gwen could tell Morgana looked miles away, though she was slowly coming back into herself. Arthur turned to face Gwen, trying hard to conceal his smile so it came out more like his trade mark smirk.
“Well first Father sent me to tell Morgana to hurry up as the carriage is awaiting and he doesn’t want to be late.”
Morgana rolled her eyes and grabbed her black lace shawl, ready to depart.
“And second Mr Geoffrey came to see me early about the investment and as it turns out the amount of return I’ve made so far is £500.” Gwen squealed stunned and delighted, then completely forgetting Morgana’s presence threw herself at Arthur, who once more swept him up into his arms, clasping her tight to him, chuckling. Gwen gripped him firmly giggling with euphoric glee. Morgana smiled broadly at the pair, her own laughter mixing with theirs. Gwen soon realised where she was and pulled back, still smiling though it turned her shy once more.
“That’s great!” she breathed breathlessly, Arthur beamed at her and resisted the urge to kiss her, instead he squeezed her hand.
“And to think it’s all because of me and my wonderful plan.” Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed while Gwen chuckled into her palm.
“I knew that was coming.”
Morgana flashed Arthur a sweet smile before heading to the door hovering for a moment.
“I’ll go downstairs, before he starts shouting down the house, I’ll tell him you had to go back upstairs as I forgot my gloves, but don’t be too long” and with that Morgana departed, shutting the door behind her leaving Arthur and Gwen alone.
Arthur wasted no time, as soon as he heard the gentle click of the door, his lips were upon hers. The kiss was full of joy and Gwen relished the feeling, her lips responding in kind to his. Soon his hands were at her waist, drawing her in closer and her own hands where knotted together at the base of his neck. In between their kisses they talked about how amazing it all was, how everything really seemed to be working in their favour, as if it was fate; though the sensation of their bodies pressed together so intimately and their lips meeting after each word, made it hard to focus on a conversation and eventually Arthur reluctantly pulled back. Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed her in. Gwen rubbed her nose against his, tilting up to capture his lips a few more times before drawing fully back.
“You should go, they’ll be wondering where you are.”
Arthur nodded and reached into his vest pocket.
“Before I do I have a gift for you.”
Gwen looked at him, half disapprovingly, half excited. Gifts were hard, unless they where completely inconspicuous like a bunch of flowers, after all she could always claim she picked them or bought them herself otherwise it was difficult. And seeing as he was reaching into a small pocket it wasn’t going to be flowers. Arthur withdrew his hand but Gwen could not see the gift as it was concealed in his clenched fist.
“Close your eyes.”
“Arthur.”
“Close your eyes or you won’t get it,” Arthur teased.
“No its ok keep it,” Gwen bantered back.
“Guinevere.”
Dash it, Gwen hated it and loved it at the same time when he said her name like that. He made her completely powerless; she could never deny him when he said it like that. Gwen sighed and rolled her eyes, closing them as they did so. She could see Arthur’s smug smile through her closed eye lids and couldn’t help but smile back.
Gwen felt Arthur lips come upon hers in a chaste kiss, she kissed him back.
“Was that my gift?” Gwen asked raising her eyebrows but kept her eyes closed.
“No you just looked so perfect I couldn’t resist.” Gwen laughed, her heart melting.
“Ok open them.”
As Gwen fluttered her eyes open, a small object began to become into view. Gwen let out a little gasp when the image became completely clear. Daggling before her eyes was a sterling silver heart shaped locket. Engraved all over the front were patterns of flowers, at the centre were two flowers interwoven together that were raised off the main body of the locket and set in the petals of these two flowers were crystals and seed pearls. It was a subtle piece of jewellery, nothing like those in Morgana’s jewellery box. In comparison it was be out shined by the diamonds, sapphires, emeralds and gold, but to Gwen it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It’s simplicity the reason. Gwen put out a tentative hand, taking it from Arthur’s grip and studying it more closely, holding it so gently as if it was a baby bird. It had a clasp and when she opened it, she saw there was space for two photos, though Arthur had left them empty. One day Gwen promised herself, she would fill one of those spaces with Arthur’s portrait, when they no longer had to hide their love, one day.
“Do you like it?” Gwen looked up eyes wide, how could he even ask that?
“Like it? Arthur I love it!”
Arthur’s face lit up and he lent in to brush his lips against hers, Gwen pulling him back to her when he made to move away.
“Thank you,” she whispered into the small space of air between them.
“You’re welcome and don’t worry, I ran it past Morgana. She’s going to say she gifted it to you, so you can wear it in public without arousing suspicion.” Gwen kissed him forcefully again, taking Arthur by surprise.
“You’re amazing,” Gwen said voice full of love.
“True,” Arthur jokingly replied making Gwen flick her eyes to the heavens.
“Here let me put it on.”
Taking the locket back from Gwen’s hand Arthur moved to place it around her neck. Gwen’s hand came up to play with the locket as he did up the clasp, marvelling at how wonderfully natural it felt against her skin. Arthur’s hands brushed across her shoulders after he’d finished, falling to her waist and turning her around. He smiled as he looked at the locket resting against her flesh.
“Perfect!” he exhaled on a memorised breath. Gwen eyes glistened and her lips turned softly upwards.
“And now I must reluctantly leave you.”
Gwen nodded understandingly and grabbed Morgana’s gloves from the dressing table.
“Don’t forget these,” she spoke as she handed the gloves to Arthur who took them with a grateful nod. Then after kissing her once, twice, three times more he departed. Gwen’s hand came up to play at her new necklace and looked down at it, smiling softy.
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Guinevere, Morgana
Rating/Warnings: PG
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I own nothing =[
Summary: Arthur and Gwen in the Victoria era
Word Count: 1,334
Author’s notes: for Camelot_love’s 14 days of love. Prompt was was U-43.Historical AU fic not set in the Medieval times/time period of the show - e.g. Arthur and Gwen meeting in perhaps the Victorian period? (Or Regency or Elizabethan - or whenever, as long as its not Modern or Medieval). (HISTORICAL) and was prompted by thedreamygirl I chose to set mine in the Victorian era. This one ran away with me, I was evidently having way to much fun writing it, so I’ve split it into three parts to make it easier. Hope you all enjoy reading it
PART ONE
PART TWO
Comments are ♥
Smoke And Mirrors: Part Three
The plan had gone into motion later that day. Uther had been overjoyed by the engagement, his philosophy of keeping money in the family coming to pass just the way he’d envisioned. Society had been all a flutter, enthralled by the concept. It was only Mr. Teller who had been sobered by the news though he bounced back quickly, leaving town for a while and then coming back rejuvenated, offering his congratulations to them both and joking he’d be first in line to kiss the bride at the wedding. Morgna had wanted to throw up at the mere thought of his lips touching hers and Arthur had tightened his grip on her arm. And just like they had seen, Uther agreed to Arthur’s request for money, putting it in his name, so it was entirely his and his alone. Everything was going to plan, Arthur and Gwen sneaked as many moments as they could with Merlin’s and Morgana’s aid and time was speeding by quickly.
Morgana was shaken from her thoughts as Arthur’s voice came tearing though her remembrance haze.
“Anyway I have a reason for bursting in here the way I did, well reasons.”
“And those would be?” Gwen asked when Morgana failed too; from what Gwen could tell Morgana looked miles away, though she was slowly coming back into herself. Arthur turned to face Gwen, trying hard to conceal his smile so it came out more like his trade mark smirk.
“Well first Father sent me to tell Morgana to hurry up as the carriage is awaiting and he doesn’t want to be late.”
Morgana rolled her eyes and grabbed her black lace shawl, ready to depart.
“And second Mr Geoffrey came to see me early about the investment and as it turns out the amount of return I’ve made so far is £500.” Gwen squealed stunned and delighted, then completely forgetting Morgana’s presence threw herself at Arthur, who once more swept him up into his arms, clasping her tight to him, chuckling. Gwen gripped him firmly giggling with euphoric glee. Morgana smiled broadly at the pair, her own laughter mixing with theirs. Gwen soon realised where she was and pulled back, still smiling though it turned her shy once more.
“That’s great!” she breathed breathlessly, Arthur beamed at her and resisted the urge to kiss her, instead he squeezed her hand.
“And to think it’s all because of me and my wonderful plan.” Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed while Gwen chuckled into her palm.
“I knew that was coming.”
Morgana flashed Arthur a sweet smile before heading to the door hovering for a moment.
“I’ll go downstairs, before he starts shouting down the house, I’ll tell him you had to go back upstairs as I forgot my gloves, but don’t be too long” and with that Morgana departed, shutting the door behind her leaving Arthur and Gwen alone.
Arthur wasted no time, as soon as he heard the gentle click of the door, his lips were upon hers. The kiss was full of joy and Gwen relished the feeling, her lips responding in kind to his. Soon his hands were at her waist, drawing her in closer and her own hands where knotted together at the base of his neck. In between their kisses they talked about how amazing it all was, how everything really seemed to be working in their favour, as if it was fate; though the sensation of their bodies pressed together so intimately and their lips meeting after each word, made it hard to focus on a conversation and eventually Arthur reluctantly pulled back. Resting his forehead against hers, he breathed her in. Gwen rubbed her nose against his, tilting up to capture his lips a few more times before drawing fully back.
“You should go, they’ll be wondering where you are.”
Arthur nodded and reached into his vest pocket.
“Before I do I have a gift for you.”
Gwen looked at him, half disapprovingly, half excited. Gifts were hard, unless they where completely inconspicuous like a bunch of flowers, after all she could always claim she picked them or bought them herself otherwise it was difficult. And seeing as he was reaching into a small pocket it wasn’t going to be flowers. Arthur withdrew his hand but Gwen could not see the gift as it was concealed in his clenched fist.
“Close your eyes.”
“Arthur.”
“Close your eyes or you won’t get it,” Arthur teased.
“No its ok keep it,” Gwen bantered back.
“Guinevere.”
Dash it, Gwen hated it and loved it at the same time when he said her name like that. He made her completely powerless; she could never deny him when he said it like that. Gwen sighed and rolled her eyes, closing them as they did so. She could see Arthur’s smug smile through her closed eye lids and couldn’t help but smile back.
Gwen felt Arthur lips come upon hers in a chaste kiss, she kissed him back.
“Was that my gift?” Gwen asked raising her eyebrows but kept her eyes closed.
“No you just looked so perfect I couldn’t resist.” Gwen laughed, her heart melting.
“Ok open them.”
As Gwen fluttered her eyes open, a small object began to become into view. Gwen let out a little gasp when the image became completely clear. Daggling before her eyes was a sterling silver heart shaped locket. Engraved all over the front were patterns of flowers, at the centre were two flowers interwoven together that were raised off the main body of the locket and set in the petals of these two flowers were crystals and seed pearls. It was a subtle piece of jewellery, nothing like those in Morgana’s jewellery box. In comparison it was be out shined by the diamonds, sapphires, emeralds and gold, but to Gwen it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It’s simplicity the reason. Gwen put out a tentative hand, taking it from Arthur’s grip and studying it more closely, holding it so gently as if it was a baby bird. It had a clasp and when she opened it, she saw there was space for two photos, though Arthur had left them empty. One day Gwen promised herself, she would fill one of those spaces with Arthur’s portrait, when they no longer had to hide their love, one day.
“Do you like it?” Gwen looked up eyes wide, how could he even ask that?
“Like it? Arthur I love it!”
Arthur’s face lit up and he lent in to brush his lips against hers, Gwen pulling him back to her when he made to move away.
“Thank you,” she whispered into the small space of air between them.
“You’re welcome and don’t worry, I ran it past Morgana. She’s going to say she gifted it to you, so you can wear it in public without arousing suspicion.” Gwen kissed him forcefully again, taking Arthur by surprise.
“You’re amazing,” Gwen said voice full of love.
“True,” Arthur jokingly replied making Gwen flick her eyes to the heavens.
“Here let me put it on.”
Taking the locket back from Gwen’s hand Arthur moved to place it around her neck. Gwen’s hand came up to play with the locket as he did up the clasp, marvelling at how wonderfully natural it felt against her skin. Arthur’s hands brushed across her shoulders after he’d finished, falling to her waist and turning her around. He smiled as he looked at the locket resting against her flesh.
“Perfect!” he exhaled on a memorised breath. Gwen eyes glistened and her lips turned softly upwards.
“And now I must reluctantly leave you.”
Gwen nodded understandingly and grabbed Morgana’s gloves from the dressing table.
“Don’t forget these,” she spoke as she handed the gloves to Arthur who took them with a grateful nod. Then after kissing her once, twice, three times more he departed. Gwen’s hand came up to play at her new necklace and looked down at it, smiling softy.