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Title: Mistletoe Mishap
Author: kepp0xy
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Arthur, Morgana/Gwen friendship
Rating/Genre: PG; romance, drama, itty bit of angst
Spoilers/Warnings: mention of events of 2.10 & 2x11
Words: 3225
Summary: Mistletoe is introduced to Camelot. Purposes are not what they appear, nor is the outcome quite as intended.

Author's Notes: What originally began as an excuse to have Gwen & Arthur smooch under the mistletoe exploded when Morgana took the story into her own hands. She turned it a bit unexpectedly plotty, giving the whole piece an entirely different spin. Many, many thanks go to mancalahour because without her patient betawork, this would have ended unsatisfactorily. Any mistakes are all mine. Written for camelot_love's holiday crackfest ♥!

Amongst all the people who came and went inside the castle, Gwen was the only person to know from where the mistletoe had come, and to what purpose it was now donning several key porticoes in the palace.

She had helped; how could she resist the bright sparkle in Morgana's eyes as she told Gwen her plan? And it was a harmless enough ploy. Whatever faith Morgana may have in the druids and their ways, Gwen was skeptical about the apparent mystical properties inherent in herbs and plants. Surely those attributes must be stimulated by the application of magic? And there were none in the castle who could perform any such charm.

Still, if nothing else, the hanging plant seemed to take some of the chill out of the air in much the same way that a single flower brightened Morgana's chambers when she was troubled by nightmares, and Gwen decided further decorations could do no harm. The other servants picked up the cause, and Gwen soon had a collection of holly, and ivy, and all sorts of other evergreen plants that could bring some happiness to the drafty corridors.

Each year, one of the few purely indulgent celebrations Uther allowed was a grand feast on Christmas eve. It always proved fun for all those involved and even the servants were allowed to sneak a bit of wine once the nobles were fed and watered.

The great hall looked spectacular. Gwen had no part in its decoration, but the servants who had, had continued with the evergreen theme of the rest of the castle. They had even managed to hunt down some more mistletoe, much to Morgana's self-satisfied amusement.

Each archway around the room had mistletoe hanging down, and as a joke, one of the servants had hung a piece just inside the entrance of the servant's corridor. It was a bit of a bold statement, as the servant's corridor remained open for the evening, and so any noble with a critical eye for it could see the audacity of the serving staff decorating their own places in the same way.

Gwen glanced up at it, grinning slightly at the mischief and shaking her head, as she took the corridor to collect another flagon of wine for Morgana. She was surprised to hear the door close behind her, and turned quickly to open it again, as someone must have bumped it shut.

Instead, Gwen turned to face Arthur. Her heart pattered joyfully in her chest, and Gwen was proud of herself for not entirely shying away from that response.

The flames from the sconces teased the gold of his hair, lighting his eyes to make them appear bright and warm. His cheeks were a little flushed, from wine she presumed, and the smile he offered her was more free of hesitation than she had ever seen it.

Really, his expression was guilelessly affectionate, and Gwen could feel the warmth of it pouring through her so quickly it made her a bit light headed.

After a moment, Arthur cocked an eyebrow, his smile turning a bit amused and Gwen remembered herself. She cleared her throat and approached him slowly. "Arthur."

"Guinevere," he replied with a nod of his head. "Are you enjoying the evening?"

"Very much so," she said honestly. "And you?"

"It just improved."

Before she could help herself, a pleased smile tugged at her lips.

While emotionally they were at an impasse, after the events with Vivian things had felt a bit more open between them, if no less complicated. After all, how many secrets could one person keep from another, when their heart was already bared? They were both careful not to act on any impulse, but from the lingering ... adulation, a new friendship was growing.

Gwen was satisfied with that. On most days.

"It seems your guests are enjoying themselves," she said, changing the subject with such a lack of subtlety that Arthur's lips twitched. "And the hall looks beautiful."

"Do you think so?" He made a face, glancing up at the mistletoe above his head. "I admit the greenery is quite nice, but this plant... Is this mistletoe?" His fingers plucked at one of the leaves, and the white berries trembled as the leaf came away in his hand.

"Morgana would not be keen on seeing you do that," Gwen admonished without thinking, instantly wishing she could drag the words back into her mouth as Arthur's eyes snapped to hers.

"This is Morgana's doing?"


Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. "Guinevere."

She stood, lips pursed and hands clasped stubbornly, but Arthur crossed his arms over his chest and waited expectantly. He could order her to tell him, and it was a little thrilling that he wanted her to agree to tell him of her own accord.

After another moment's thought, Gwen succumbed; what harm could it do for Arthur to know Morgana had wanted a certain plant to adorn the castle?

"The mistletoe was used at Morgana's behest."

Watching her for another beat, Arthur raised his eyes to the plant in question, his face turning contemplative. "Some people think mistletoe is a symbol of fertility, or something which rouses intense desire... To the druids, mistletoe given after performing a certain ritual is thought to give prosperity to the recipient." It seemed he was simply thinking out loud, but his next words, accompanied by a small frown, sent a chill down Gwen's spine. "Why would Morgana want mistletoe here?"

Morgana had only ever told her about the prosperity, and it worried her that Arthur was thinking so critically about Morgana's possible motivations. She had trusted Morgana's explanation, believed her when she said she merely wanted to improve the general atmosphere of the castle, but Uther had become almost openly wary of Morgana in the past months. And Gwen worried what could result if Arthur mentioned anything to his father.

So Gwen cleared her throat, redirecting Arthur's gaze back to her face. "What's in your hand?" she asked, tone very nearly impudent in her nervousness.

"Ah," he said, and while his posture and expression cleared of tension, his eyes became a bit wary. "It's a small gift. For you," he said, extending his hand to her, revealing a folded piece of parchment.

She accepted it, eyes flicking to his face as she pried the seal open. On it, in the script she recognised at Arthur's from the note she still kept tucked beneath a vase of flowers, was written a date and time.

"What is this?" she asked lowly, inexplicable anxiety twisting deep in her belly.

Arthur licked his lips, tipping his chin down to look at her bashfully, the flush on his cheeks a bit brighter. "I noticed a sizable crack in the wall beside your door," he explained slowly, as though being very careful to keep his tone calm. "I had Merlin arrange for a builder to fix it for you... On that day, at that time."

"Oh," she breathed, looking down at the parchment again. "Thank you."

"I hope it helps," he muttered awkwardly.

He still looked as though his heart was in his throat as he watched her, and Gwen bit the inside of her lip. She glanced at the mistletoe, wondering briefly about fertility and desire before disregarding the notion as ridiculous; and even if it were true, some charm would have to be cast in order to awaken such a thing, surely. Magic didn't just... happen.

Gwen walked forwards until she was standing right in front of him, so close she could feel the heat of him, see the threads of his jacket. Arthur looked down in surprise, and Gwen hesitated.

Every time Arthur displayed his goodness - his heart - it sent a kind of heart wrenching longing through her; the craving to tell him, show him, how highly she thought of him. And every time, Gwen held herself back.

But it was Christmas, whatever that meant, and they were alone. There was no future for them of the kind they wished for, but could they not be allowed to revel in the dream, just this one more time?

This last time, Gwen promised herself.

And so taking a deep breath, Gwen slipped her slightly trembling hand to the nape of his neck and tugged very gently, giving him every opportunity to pull away. But whatever glimpse of uncertainty flashed across his features, he let her guide his face to hers.

His head tilted naturally as they drew close but Arthur was hesitant at first, a little stiff. So Gwen made a small noise in the back of her throat - an encouragement, for she had not made this decision just to be given an awkward kiss - and it was as though a dam inside him broke.

Emotion seemed to rush off Arthur in waves as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight and banishing instantly any chill that lingered in the air. He leaned into her, tipping her back and laying claim to her mouth in a way he had never done previously. Instantly breathless, Gwen slipped her fingers into his hair, needing an anchor against this storm. And she must have been imagining the thunder of his heart echoing hers - surely it wasn't possible to feel such a thing.

But she accepted it all, and gave as much in return as she could.

When his fervour began to ebb, her fingers closed compulsively, fisting his hair, and Arthur grunted. The noise, like an acquiescence, stirred her own storm. Gwen pressed her mouth harder to his, and tried to show what she could not possibly say aloud.

That if she could she would do this every day. Arthur.

He responded to that but by slowing, becoming almost mournful, resigned.

Fearful desperation flared in her belly and Gwen leaned into him with such force that Arthur stumbled. It was foolish, dangerous, but she wanted to know the taste of hope again, and for so long hope had been Arthur - not just for herself, for her heart, but for the kingdom, for Albion.

And to this, at first, Arthur met her fiercely but then he tipped his head back slightly to give her swift kisses that somehow still dragged at her whole mouth, each time. Gentle fleeting things, that put Gwen in mind of snow in a flurry: if you could spot the individual flakes, you would find they were as lovely as their large, heavy-falling brethren.

After enough of them, her harried breathing calmed, and she caught his mouth softly before he could dodge away again. It was Gwen, this time, who was slow with Arthur, making her kiss a concession (a thank-you), and no longer a demand.

When finally she pulled back, intending only to take a deep breath, Arthur forestalled her by touching his forehead to hers. Their eyes met, and he searched her gaze. She felt as calm now as he looked.

Gwen closed her eyes briefly to bump her nose affectionately against his and Arthur offered a short sigh that she didn't understand. When she opened her eyes again, Arthur was watching her.

"Gwen?" he murmured.

She nodded as best she could with their foreheads still touching. "One more," Gwen whispered, and at Arthur's half smile, she added the nonsensical excuse they would both need when this became a memory that haunted rather than sustained, "It's Christmas."


Morgana had noticed how long Gwen was gone while getting her wine. And she had not missed the way Gwen's lips seemed a little swollen, her eyes bright, nor how Arthur kept glancing Gwen's way for the rest of the evening.

She now found herself watching in the mirror as Gwen went through the motions of unpinning her hair, her lips sometimes twitched as though on the verge of a smile, but there was a touch of resignation in the distance of her eyes.

"You seem distracted, Gwen."

"Hm?" Gwen's eyes found Morgana's in the reflection of the mirror and a blush appeared quick on her cheeks. "Sorry, my lady. It was a long night."

"You didn't meet someone under the mistletoe, did you?" Morgana asked, careful to keep her voice light and teasing, hopeful that levity would loosen Gwen's tongue.

She was surprised when a flash of suspicion crossed Gwen's features instead. There was a brief pause, before Gwen said in an even tone, "And if I did? I was given to understand their meaning was prosperity."

Gwen had obviously chosen her wording carefully; an accusation without accusing, avoidance without admitting there was anything to avoid. Morgana had never seen Gwen behave this way, as though she were playing a game for high stakes, with her feelings as the cards that she had to hold tight to her chest.

As though she thought Morgana may be conspiring against her.

It stung.

Of course the mistletoe was not simply a decoration, and she had not wished for it to deck the castle halls for prosperity's sake - as though any noble in the castle needed more help to thrive. Her dreams on the whole were as unclear as ever, but she had seen the vision of Gwen and Arthur beneath a sprig of the plant, and the emotions between them there had been incontrovertible. She had felt the importance of that moment, the magic that happened there.

And she had known, with certainty that had never before accompanied her dreams, that she had a hand in the instigation of it.

"I have heard of other meanings for it," Morgana finally said offhandedly. "Some foolishness about desire and fertility."

"Foolishness?" Gwen echoed, slowing her movements and meeting Morgana's gaze in the mirror's reflection again, this time with a softening which Morgana knew meant trust was returning.

Morgana nodded. "I am far more inclined to trust the druid interpretation of prosperity," Morgana said fervently, holding Gwen's gaze as earnestly as possible until Gwen nodded. "But... You didn't deny..." Morgana glanced down, as though now slightly embarrassed by her curiosity. "Did you meet someone beneath it? Depending on whose path you crossed, your coming prosperity may be influenced."

Gwen hesitated, biting her lip, watching Morgana closely. Morgana kept her face gently curious, her eyes wide and sincere, though her heart pounded to hear her vision confirmed. Gwen smiled slightly then, a little shy, said, "I actually met the prince. Just for a moment."

Relief and a strong sense of exhilaration rushed through Morgana. "There's no one who can exceed Arthur when it comes to influencing prosperity," she said teasingly, giving Gwen a little wink.

"It was unexpected," Gwen said, and Morgana could see the tension leave Gwen's shoulders. She wondered if Gwen would admit to her feelings for Arthur, or simply shrug away the incident, saying it was only a fleeting encounter. "He... happened to be in the servant's hall -

"In the servant's passage?" Morgana interrupted, shocked. She had not been aware that a sprig hung in the servant's passage; she had been meticulous in her search the previous night, certain to pause at each bushel in the great hall and squeeze a drop of the potion the druid woman had given her onto each bough to ensure the spell would be cast upon them. But she had done nothing to any mistletoe in the servant's corridor.

"Yes," Gwen said, frowning a little at Morgana's reaction. "One of the servants sneaked a sprig for it. I... Does that bother you?"

"No, of course not," Morgana said brightly, meeting Gwen's gaze again. "I just hadn't realised there was any there. Continue your story, was Arthur a right prat?"

Gwen smiled her amusement, and shook her head dutifully, obviously trying to control whatever reactions she felt in reconsidering their encounter. Morgana's stomach twisted.

So, her vision had taken place beneath the mistletoe - an embrace of intense emotion between her brother and her maidservant - but if the potion and the mistletoe's affects had nothing to do with it...

Morgana glanced at Gwen again, reevaluating her slight smile and sad eyes. Morgana had assumed that the love so evident in her vision had been result of the potion and the plant's potency; could it be that it was actually something conceived in earnest, in innocence, between them?

Not long after, Gwen was helping Morgana into bed, and soon closing the door with a quiet, "Sleep well, Morgana. And merry Christmas."

She had been very near to asking Gwen if she was in love with Arthur, had gotten so far as to say "Gwen, are you -" before faltering at the soft, sincere look on Gwen's face.

Morgana knew all about secrets; if Gwen wanted to keep one for herself, she was entitled to it.

So Morgana's question ended with "- all right going home in this cold?" And received an enormous, touched smile from Gwen, that Morgana hadn't even realised she had been missing. She recognised the distance between them then, something she'd not thought of before.

Presently, she laid her head against the soft pillow with a sigh, thinking of Gwen, and possibility.


She only knew that she needed to reach the main courtyard of the keep. She had to be there, and soon, else she would miss it.

it was... Something vitally important.

As vitally important as it was for her not to be recognised by
anyone on her way there. Morgana twitched the edge of her hood forwards, keeping even the barest dusting of sunlight from touching her cheek.

Distantly, Morgana thought that this could be no vision; never before had she actually taken part in any of her prophesies, and in this, she was clearly a player, not an observer.

That did not stop the situation she found herself in from feeling so very real, filling her with a sense of certainty in its future occurrence.

As suddenly as she found herself in the back street, Morgana found herself at the edge of the crowd. So large a crowd she could not remember ever having seen crammed into the courtyard; not on execution days, or days of celebration.

Surprised, she realised the pounding of her heart was not fear of being caught; it was exhilaration at witnessing whatever was about to unfold.

The general din of excited conversation abruptly ceased as Arthur stepped to the edge of the balcony. Morgana had seen him fresh from the dregs of battle, and dressed in the finery of Camelot's court but never had she considered him

Until that moment.

The king's crown glinted brightly in the afternoon sun, and he wore it with more ease and confidence than he had ever worn that of prince.

She was too far away to make out his words, but whatever he said had excitement rolling through the crowd like a wave. He was silent for a moment, looking out across the people - but thankfully, never towards her - before he turned, beckoned to someone behind him.

Gwen stepped forwards and Morgana's breath caught. It was Gwen as Morgana had only ever seen her in glimpses: tall, resplendent and absolutely not
playing at queen. She clearly had no need of the crown on her head to prove her leadership.

Applause, thunderous and overwhelming, broke out amongst the gathered assembly. It made Gwen jump, and Morgana laughed in delight as Gwen smiled in shy surprise before offering a little wave which only had the people yelling the louder.

"There's hope," Morgana said aloud, to no one, or possibly to everyone. "There's hope, then."

Morgana dreamt no more that night.


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Dec. 11th, 2009 04:48 am (UTC)
Right. Mkay. Will review properly when I'm not just sitting here floored.

... !!!
Dec. 12th, 2009 03:38 am (UTC)
Dec. 11th, 2009 04:59 am (UTC)
This fic= epicness.

OMG I loved the mistletoe kiss and Arthur's christmas present for Gwen.
Also loved the scene between Morgana and Gwen (how she was becoming more aware of Gwen's feelings and tried to ask her about) and Morgana's dream about Arthur and Gwen.

Gwen stepped forwards and Morgana's breath caught. It was Gwen as Morgana had only ever seen her in glimpses: tall, resplendent and absolutely not playing at queen. She clearly had no need of the crown on her head to prove her leadership.

Applause, thunderous and overwhelming, broke out amongst the gathered assembly. It made Gwen jump, and Morgana laughed in delight as Gwen smiled in shy surprise before offering a little wave which only had the people yelling the louder.

"There's hope," Morgana said aloud, to no one, or possibly to everyone. "There's hope, then."

This. Epic win!!!

Dec. 12th, 2009 03:56 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you enjoyed :]! And it's lovely to hear your favourite bits, thanks so much ♥!
Dec. 11th, 2009 05:00 am (UTC)
1. best kiss I've ever read.
2. "another flagon of wine for Morgana." LOL'd so hard @ keyword: another.
3. I'm a little dizzy from that kiss.
4. "one more....it's christmas" nearly killed me.
5. Morgana/Gwen nearly killed me.
6. That kiss. That....kiss. skjdfhjlskhfjskdhfjk, that...kiss...sajdjkd.
7. No lie, this story made me shiver at some points, and it has nothing to do with the crazy winds outside my window.
8. kissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:05 am (UTC)
Thanks for all the lovely comment, bb! I'm so flattered & glad you enjoyed ♥!!
Dec. 11th, 2009 05:03 am (UTC)
"It just improved."

ASDJFKL;SADFJL. I think I literally flailed at that line. I also absolutely loved the comparison between Arthur's kisses and falling snowflakes -- such a pretty metaphor for a gesture that's just as special.

Additionally, the plotty bits with Morgana were surprising yet very, very well done. It pained me how her friendship with Gwen seemed to have been all but forgotten in the most recent episode of the show; your writing brought that affection and tenderness rushing right back. This could easily have been a basic fluff piece but you gave it depth by fleshing out the various emotional points between the girls and between Arthur and Gwen, then tying everything up perfectly with that last poignant vision. Just -- YES. This is exactly what I needed after a horrible week. Thanks so much for sharing it!

On that note, I can't believe I haven't read your stuff before! Simply clicking on the Gwen/Arthur tag has pretty much locked in what I'm going to do for the next few days. ♥
Dec. 11th, 2009 06:04 am (UTC)
and trust me you will LOVE all her Arthur/Gwen fics! hahaha
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Dec. 11th, 2009 05:17 am (UTC)
This...oh, my God...wow. I am literally speechless right now. I feel like I'm in a daze. This was quite possibly the most gorgeous fanfic I've ever read in any fandom. And that kiss? Beautiful and epic. That kiss perfectly described the hope and resignation that constantly pulls at both of them.

I really can't put in to words how beautiful this piece was. Thank you for writing it, and thank you for sharing it. &hearts
Dec. 12th, 2009 05:12 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for the lovely feedback! That's absolutely a fantastic compliment and I'm very humbled by it. I'm just so glad you enjoyed this <3!
Dec. 11th, 2009 05:28 am (UTC)
That was great. I mean when I say great it doesn't sound like much, but really, I mean that was a great fic. It was so well written, you describe things beautifully. I really love the way you write. The characters were so well written. And the story was great. I love fluff, but yours went above and beyond. What a great Christmas fic, really. I hope you write more Gwen/Arthur fics. I really love your writing.
Dec. 12th, 2009 05:14 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, this comment was very sweet and I really appreciate it. I'm so glad you enjoyed!

I do intend to write more (am in the midst of, in fact), but in case you aren't aware, I've actually written a whole slew of Gwen/Arthur fics. They can be found here :]
Dec. 11th, 2009 06:01 am (UTC)
I haven't even read it but am already FLAILING here like craaazy. OMG so many Xmas presents from Camelot_Love.

KELLY, you know I love you right? hahaha you didn't forget about my xmas fic, did you? hahaha
Dec. 12th, 2009 05:17 am (UTC)

Noooo, I have not forgotten your christmas fic, Jhing. I'm ... probably about 2/3 done. It's presently ~3500 words (holy crap, I didn't even know that myself until just now LOL) But the, uh, main part you requested is done. Now it just needs the story filled out, and a beta read, and it'll be good to go :]
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Dec. 11th, 2009 06:09 am (UTC)
omg I'm so glad I decided to read this before going to bed.

Everything Gwen and Morgana, omg. That mutual respect for secrets, that depressing acknowledgment of their distance, then that HOPE. My heart broke and then fixed itself and then grew three sizes too big and broke that measuring device like in How The Grinch Stole Christmas.

"Once more its Christmas" EEEE!!

Dec. 11th, 2009 06:54 am (UTC)
No it's not wrong at all bb coz am also feeling what you're feeling right now. hahaha
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Dec. 11th, 2009 06:53 am (UTC)
OMG OMG!! Kelly!!! I Love you so much!! why are you so freaking talented? OMG!! am def printing this off too. Wow! That was just sweet and romantic and oh I have butterflies in my tummy right now. Gaaaaaaaahh thanks Kelly for always making me giddy.
Dec. 11th, 2009 07:52 am (UTC)
Wow! You capture their voices so well...such sincerity and authenticity. I could absolutely see this happening. (I wish it would!!) That kiss!! I swear my toes actually curled! x
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:35 pm (UTC)
*g* Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoyed :]!
Dec. 11th, 2009 08:17 am (UTC)
Wow, the description of Gwen and Arthur's kiss(es) under the mistletoe gave me butterflies. Love everything about the fic, from Arthur's practical gift which Gwen would appreciate to Morgana's dream of the future.
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:37 pm (UTC)
♥! Arthur was secretly proud of how thoughtful his gift to her was; he felt like it was some sort of private milestone, to be able to see something she needed, and take action to provide it for her.

Thank you so much for this lovely comment! I'm so glad you enjoyed this piece.
Dec. 11th, 2009 10:04 am (UTC)

I already gave you my thinky-thoughts (and the not-so-thinking ones too), but have some comment!love because you deserve it.

I love betaing for you, and our gift exchange is going to be what keeps me going through an eleven hour shift on Sunday.
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:40 pm (UTC)
♥! One more day, bb! I am so stoked \O/!
Dec. 11th, 2009 10:29 am (UTC)
Sheer loveliness - the forehead bumping after the EPIC KISSING, and Morgana being sweet and caring!
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:43 pm (UTC)
*L* Morgana needs more opportunity to show her affectionate side on this show. Preferably when it's not in the midst of MORTAL PERIL or ETHICAL QUANDARY, ya know? So happy you liked this, you! I thought of you when Morgana inserted herself into the storyline ;D
Dec. 11th, 2009 01:13 pm (UTC)
Gah, this is so lovely ♥ The Gwen/Arthur was of course lovely (as always) but I think my favourite part is Morgana's dream at the end.

"There's hope," Morgana said aloud, to no one, or possibly to everyone. "There's hope, then."

So much love for this line, it's just... stunning.

Edited at 2009-12-11 01:14 pm (UTC)
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:47 pm (UTC)
♥ Thanks so much for the kind comment! Morgana's dream was a little tricky to write, so I'm very pleased you liked it so much!
Dec. 11th, 2009 01:49 pm (UTC)
This fic was lovely and sweet. Until that end dream when suddenly it was COMPLETELY EPIC! LOVED IT! *squee*
Dec. 12th, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
hahaha thank you so much!
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