#guinevere threads.

[impcrsonatcr]

“ just because you want something to happen, doesn’t mean it’s going to. ” // @endlessfebrvary

[irishyuri]

bouncing around the walls of my enclosure. sir gwen.

[crithaus]

Morgwen Bodyguard!AU where it's the whole gang in mostly modern times. This is extensive, bear with me.

Through some series of events I haven't thought of yet England has not become England as we know it yet though most of history remains the same and Uther Pendragon is King Regnant of Albion, and he does about just as good a job rearing two kids as he does running a country and has a great vast many enemies so his heir apparent Crown Prince Arthur and his ward Morgana, now Duchess of Gorlois after the death of her 'father', are now in desperate need of a constant detail of bodyguards.

enter gwen and the gang

his capital city can only bear to send CIS' - Camelot Intelligence Services - finest on recommendation by his own friend and personal physician. Sends him 2 3-cell teams of their best intelligence agents or at least, least likely to kill each other while guarding bodys yknow.

And Morgana gets hers. Her team leader, sniper and combat specialist Lancelot, ex combat pilot turned all around agent Elyan and to her immense surprise, Elyan's super super gorgeous sister, Guinevere.

Arthur gets his cell, team leader Leon his getaway driver and head strategist, defense and combat specialist Gwaine and hacker Merlin, though the poor boy gets a secondary job as Arthur's PA too which takes up much of his time.

Morgana's spent every moment of her life that she can remember simpering with high society boys and girls, all of them either vapid and idiotic or worse yet, cruel and calculating and never ever has she met a woman more fascinating than Gwen. She's her new personal assistant much like Merlin is Arthur's, with an eidetic memory and the management skills of Hannibal fucking Barca, a parisian boutique's worth of seamstress ability and the personal upkeep, maintainence and even some smithing of all her cell's weapons. She runs shit like the navy and when Morgana asks why she isn't team leader, Gwen just laughs and oh man is her laugh pretty, and shrugs, "someone needs to be focused solely on you yknow." While looking at her with the biggest doe-iest eyes and Morgana finds herself blushing a lot more?? Beaming ear to ear, too. And

Idk Morgana dragging Gwen off to galas and Gwen taking her off to more low key spots, the club perchance, and Gwen getting wowed by morgana's rapier wit and political acumen and Morgana getting wowed by this absolutely radiant beam of sunshine who snatched a gun out of a mugger's holster before he could do anything and popped some other dude 30 paces away without a hair out of place and adventures. Gwen absolutely despises Uther, Morgana hates all the snooty folk that expect Gwen to kowtow to them. Gwen finds that though her job is to personally assist, the Duchess is actually quite nice, fiercely loyal to her as if just the doing of her job is enough to warrant such, though shes achingly lonely so maybe that's why, is very funny, and kind, and compassionate if a little impulsive and rash, and comes up with the funniest insults imaginable murmured directly into her ear as she stands at her post in the back of x meeting of uther's privy council or y public function. Also that her eyes are theeee most brilliantly clear shade of green, like the still clear pond near her house, like garnet-

Morgana has awful nightmares of totally not suspicious events that come true an odd amount of the time and Gwen is receiving back Intel from CIS and Uther about potential stirring of war from a King Cenred across ye Olde channel and they go on cool car chases and maybe there's a shopping montage or two but yea. Idk how to end this but uther realizes he doesn't have to die a shitty old man and legitimizes Morgana as a princess of the blood before he chokes and when she and Gwen get married it's princess style babyyy

Oh and definitely morgana giving herself up to some assailants cuz gwen is hurt and some baddies cracking poor morgana on the head and Gwen frantically trying to keep her awake and morgana is just griiiiiinning at her all restored even as concussed as she is cuz this angel is cupping her face in her hands and yea, that thing

[grcveyacd]

“ is this going to be your new thing? sneaking into my apartment while i’m out? “ the blonde lifts a brow, setting her bag down on the edge of her bed, dark hues flicking over his form. “ i told you, aden — the spare key is for emergencies only. “ // @slumpcd

[merlinemrys]

THREAD OF GOLD

Summary: The love story of Arthur and Gwen and the thread of fate that ties them together. | inspired by @kairennart’s fanart

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You are built for things bigger than love.

A legacy rests on your shoulders—the weight of an entire kingdom drags you to overthink every decision you have ever made. Not a good trait for a king, you know this, but it keeps happening anyway. You will continue to doubt and doubt and doubt.

You are meant for an arranged marriage with a princess who you do not know. You are meant to care for her in time and respect her as the queen she will become. She may even tell you her red thread of fate is tied to someone else. You will look at your own hand, still bare, and tell her you’re happy for her. Perhaps she will take her fate-tied beloved as her consort. Maybe you will warn her to keep it a secret and be careful of any bastards that might be conceived, then you can live in some semblance of harmony.

Of course, you never think of your own thread. You never believe in fairytales where the beautiful princess’ thread is tied to your own. Silly delusions, you say though your heart aches; your hand feels empty.

Besides, your thread only becomes visible to you when you fall in love with your soulmate. If reciprocated, the thread pulses with an unearthly light. There have been people with multiple threads, broken threads, threads that can only been seen by one party, people with no threads at all. But you’ve always been a romantic at heart. You’ve dreamt of a red thread that connects you to your fate-tied beloved. You’ve dreamt it glow.

Why are you thinking about this? How foolish. You will not marry for love, nor will you fall in love.

You’re built for better things than that.

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[wnterreign]

open  starter     /     @reignrbs​​

        a  small  twinge  of  embarrassment  struck  her every time she looked down at her bandaged arm or when movement made the burn throb. unlike some of the wounded, she had not received it due to an act of bravery; it’d been panic and worry that had sent her running, desperately looking for her siblings and reila with no regard for her own safety, not even noticing that the flames had begun eating away at the flesh on her arm until she’d found her brother. her only relief was that it could’ve been worse. the maesters had reassured her that full use of her arm without pain would quickly return; still, the pain was uncomfortable. dark hues glanced around, but no maester was in sight so guinevere approuched the other person nearby.        ❝  pardon me, have you seen maester cayn?  ❞

[tvintedspvrkmoving]

closed // surprise starter based on their ttpd song // @razorfst

⸺  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧  𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬  𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  normal  ,  hung  up  phone  resting  in  one  palm  as  the  other  runs  through  tawny  tresses  .  all  things  considered  ,  the  call  hadn't  gone  as  horribly  as  she'd  expected  ;  but  then  ,  her  joke  probably  hadn't  helped  anything  .  small  hands  run  the  span  of  her  visage  ,  templed  over  her  nose  and  mouth  before  a  soft  giggle  bursts  from  pursed  lips  .  another  bubbles  up  a  moment  later  ,  followed  by  a  small  fit  of  laughter  as  a  sheepish  gaze  turns  toward  her  boyfriend  . 

❝  oh  come  on  ,  ❞  she  ribs  ,  crossing  the  room  to  slip  onto  his  lap  and  press  her  forehead  into  a  bearded  cheek  .  ❝  it  was  kind  of  funny  .  did  you  see  the  way  they  freaked  ?  i  really  had  them  thinking  i  was  pregnant  for  a  second  ;  you  can't  pretend  that's  not  funny  .  ❞  a  sigh  vibrates  pursed  lips  ,  hand  lifting  to  the  other  side  of  his  face  .  ❝  they  can't  get  to  you  ;  i  doubt  they'll  even  try  .  they  know  you're  not  fucking  around  with  security  .  ❞  

[sweetellafontaine]

Thread tracker ella

Hey guys Naomi Here, I'm placing my thread tracker on my blog so you guys know who is expecting a reply, and who I'm expecting will reply to me. So Sorry for tagging you all, but it's for my organization's sake. I do not include people's starters yet because I still need to figure out who will reply to which starter. I do place my latest starter so that if you want a reply with Ella, you can reply to her starter. Furthermore, I know we are having a tough time coming back, and I hope this will ease everyone's minds into knowing who you owe, if that makes sense?

The actual list will be underneath, the people in the current threads will be tagged. If you want a starter, I'm making a starter call thingy above this post just like it, and I'll come to you <3333

MY TURN

THEIR TURN

THE HISTORY OF THE HEEL - RACHEL (@adropofgoldenrachelx) [LINK]

IT'S A DUCK OBSESSION - HAYDEN (@haydenbodaway) [LINK]

AN UNPLEASANT CONVERSATION - GUINEVERE (@guinevere--bach) [LINK]

THE CONFESSION - SALLY (@sallytheseamstress) [LINK]

DEVILISHLY HANDSOME - HANS (@hans-omedevil) [LINK]

A DASHING SUIT - FREDDY (@flash-hundredyarddash) [LINK]

A SIMPLE CONVERSATION - MYRA (@magnificentmyra) [LINK]

STOP AVOIDING ME - ANASTASIA (@itsme-anastasia) [LINK]

BLUSHIN' - TRAVIS (@but-theylovehim) [LINK]

LATEST STARTER ELLA

DON'T SAY ANYTHING - ELLA [LINK]

[grcveyacd]

@falscgcds

[godresembled]

@advitameternal asked ❝ i need you ❞

I need you.

The words vibrated on the tip of his tongue to echo back, aching to burst from his chest and tell her how she had buried herself into his being just as surely as the church had.

"Surely you exaggerate."

It hurt to say but felt so much more accurate. He didn't doubt the purity of her feelings, not really, but he didn't understand how she could feel them about him.

[sweetnsiimple]

"are you really defending a noted serial killer, you creepy lurker?” || lisa & beck || @thefinalgxrl

"i'm not defending anyone," but who was she to judge and decide whether someone deserved a second chance. she had her fair share of skeletons in the closet, both literal and metaphorical. was she supposed to judge someone when she had buried those who hurt her? or was she supposed to put herself on a moral high ground when she had built herself a husband from the graves they had dug together?

perhaps she could argue she did it for love, but the truth was she only realized she loved him after the facts. or she could argue she herself was a victim, fighting back. she was what happened if cinderella was stuck in a horror movie rather than a fairytale.

"i'm just saying maybe they had their reasons. who knows? maybe in their head they were being the hero. or maybe the people they killed were just super annoying."

[lethalties]

“    i    don’t    think    i’ve    ever    seen    you    finish    so    hard    —    i    think    you’re    gonna    need    more    than    fifteen    minutes    for    round    two.    ” / @ardentluv

[impcrsonatcr]

deep down she knows that he’s not pissed at her, and understands that if he’s angry at anyone, it would be at her ex who had made a complete ass of himself. but, she still can’t help but feel somewhat at fault. this thing between them was still relatively new, and she was trying her hardest to keep the dramatics away for at least the first few months. but, clearly, she had already failed. she hums softly as she sinks into his side, feeling the warmth of his hand wrap around her, fingers smoothing out of her long locks. “ i’ll be fine. “ the blonde assures him, lifting her hand to rest it on his chest, smoothing out the fabric with the tips of her fingers. “ it’s not the first time i’ve had to deal with him being an ass. “ it was the reason why she had broken up with him a few months ago after all. that and other reasons. “ though, it may be the last time i’ll ever have to deal with it because, i’m pretty sure you scared the shit out of him. “ 

Brock couldn't help the scoff of a chuckle that left him as he shook his head. "Nah, it's not even like that. I just don't need that much sleep to function." he corrected. A small sigh left the man as he set his hazel hues on her. It wasn't like Brock wasn't used to dealing with ex boyfriends, hell, it wasn't like he wasn't used to dealing with current boyfriends, he'd been the other guy enough times, but he and Guin were still testing the waters of whatever this was, and as she'd pointed out, he hadn't been expecting it. Though, he liked to think he handled himself okay. He reached out a large hand and wrapped it around her, smoothing down her long blonde locks. "I ain't pissed." he offered, and for the most part it was true, at least he wasn't pissed at her. "I just want you to be alright."

[grcveyacd]

“ don’t look at me like that — you’re not allowed to look at me like that. not anymore. “ // @svftlove liked for a small starter

[domus-carnis]

⠀*⠀⠀tag dump.

[wnterreign]

with  mace  redwyne     /     @encirclet​​​​​

        since  arriving  in  sunspear,  guinevere  had  spent plenty of hours in the palace gardens, listening to the waves crashing in the distance while she painted the flora. only today she couldn’t paint. the maester had told her that she needn’t worry about the burn, that it would heal without a problem and likely without a scar, but it still hurt. she could still, however, sit amongst the flowers, which was what she was doing when the sound of footsteps called her arrention.        ❝  lord mace, this is a pleasant surprise.  ❞        one that brought a warm smile to her lips. she’d quietly asked a maid to see if he’d escaped the fire unharmed and while hearing that he had had quieted her worry, it was good to see him with her own eyes.        ❝  i thought you would’ve been kept very busy given all that happened. ��❞