#imarthurpendragon

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@imarthurpendragon + merlin

His chest hurt from where the flail had slashed across his skin. Each breath hurt. But he wouldn’t complain. Well, wouldn’t complain for real. He’d make fun of Arthur, however. Because Arthur needed that with how worried he looked. “If I die, at least it’ll be a day off. Get some rest at last.” A joke at his expense. That should at least get a smile out of the prince.

[nemethsmythian-blog]

@imarthurpendragon continued from { x }

When she learned the news of her pregnancy, she wanted to tell Arthur first. He was her love and husband, he needed to know before anyone else.However when he had told her that he was going to be visiting one of the villages, she bit her tongue. If she told him, he might decide no to go on his trip.

The village was in dire need and it was more important than her news, it would just have to wait until he returned. She loved helping him when it came to the people, but with her still recovering from what they had learned was sickness from pregnancy, she had to stay behind. It broke her heart to see Arthur look so exhausted, physically and mentally, unsure if she should wait one more day.

“I know you will, love. You have never let me down before.” She spoke with a smile, returning his kiss.

“You are a wonderful husband, Arthur. Please don’t doubt yourself.” She held his hand while her other resting on her stomach.

[jenna-uther-pendragon]

Home Again

@imarthurpendragon

Jenna stood beside her mother atop the steps at the citadel square, trying not to fidget. She had too much pent up energy, too much excitement to hold still like a proper princess ought as the gates opened to let the King and his Knights through.

“Father!”

“Jenna, wait!”

The young princess ignored Guinevere’s call, too excited to see her father after days of watching at the windows to see if she could catch sight of the silver of armour and the crimson of Arthur and his Knights’ cloaks, signaling their return.

She was at her father’s side almost before he’d fully dismounted from his mare Llamrei’s back, throwing her arms around his waist. “I missed you so much!”

[a-family-of-fandoms]

@imarthurpendragon​

Arthur really should have thought this through. Merlin had asked for a few days off to travel to Ealdor. Something about being homesick and missing his mother. Arthur couldn’t say no to that. However, not even an hour after Merlin had left, Arthur was following his tracks and now here he was, in Ealdor, without an excuse to give Merlin as to why he was there.

“Um…” For once the Prince of Camelot was at a loss of words. “I got lost?” Arthur knew his kingdom and the surrounding areas better than anyone. There was no way he got lost. No way he got lost and made it to Ealdor, anyway.

“You can’t ask me that. I’m the Prince of Camelot.”

Merlin had left Camelot, something he had tried not to do because he feared if he did he might not come back. He also did not like leaving Prince Prat all alone, since he always got into life threatening over his head situations. He needed to time though, he needed to get away from the daily threats to the prince’s life, and the fear of being found out, and working two jobs on top of his ‘destiny’. He didn’t tell any of this to Arthur though when he said he needed to go back home. The walk had done him good, seeing as when he got to his town all he wanted was some food and a nap. He had visited his mother, before heading to his childhood home, immediately feeling nostalgic, sad, and relaxed.

When he heard a knock at the door, he assumed it was one of the people in his village who had already heard of his return, what he wasn’t expecting was the aforementioned prince prat. Merlin gave Arthur a ‘seriously’ look. “You got lost? From the castle you have lived in all your life? And some how managed to get yourself a day’s walk away from the castle? Across the border, but yet managed to find my mother’s house?”

Merlin offered an amused smirk, “Then I suppose it is a good thing we are not in Camelot. “ He motioned for Arthur to come into the house, closing the door before asking. “Seriously Arthur what are you doing here?”

[thewonderingsorceress]

‘It’s more exciting with the potential of being caught.’

  Sinday Edition @imarthurpendragon

Ella knew her hair was mused, lips a bit swollen already, but she wasn’t far enough gone to agree to anything. She looked around, before shaking her head, “Potential is different than sheer certainty, we are not exactly well hidden here.” 

She tugged him closer to her and started kissing and suckling his neck, rocking her hips against his, “Come on, let’s move somewhere a bit more…private to continue this.” She’d move to kiss him and pull away last second looking at him, waiting for him to agree, though her hips didn’t stop. 

[onceuponxstory]

Continued from here @imarthurpendragon

Morgana was more than pleased that Arthur had won the tournament, though she would admit that to no one but Guinevere. After all, her maid was her best friend - the only one she’d really gotten close to since she’d been a little girl. And as such, the woman was always helpful in deciding which gown to wear to such occasions. When she had decided on this particular gown, she’d had no clue that Arthur would be the winner, but she was delighted. 

The two had been separated for a short period of time, each having to see to their own duties at the celebration. She watched as he walked out onto the balcony and, when she saw an opportunity, followed after him. “I suppose so,” she answered him. She smiled and thanked him as he wrapped his cloak around her shoulders. 

Before she had a chance to respond to his thanks, he had leaned to kiss her. She smiled as she returned his kiss. When they parted, she turned to look out at the kingdom. “I’ve always thought this was the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. It’s breathtaking, isn’t it?”

[nemethsmythian-blog]

‘ i’ll carry you. ’

* room starters

“You don’t have to do this, I could walk, my love.” Sure, she was thrown from her horse during a race against Arthur. She’s more annoyed that it was her favorite steed that threw her. It was all Mithian’s fault, she had misjudged the distance of the log that was in the way and her horse didn’t just, losing her grip and hurt her ankle in the process.

She felt horrible for Arthur having to carry her, surely she could walk. Of course, it would hurt more than anything and she’d probably damage her ankle more, but her pride was also bruised. For being such an accomplished rider, this made her feel very foolish.

“I’m sorry, Arthur.”

[thewonderingsorceress]

One Night Stand(Except not)

@imarthurpendragon 

Ella had been making slow but steady progress across the land and when she came to the small village. There was a bar and inn, and honestly Ella wanted to rest and get some food. So she walked in and ordered some food and a drink, as well as a bed for the night, before walking to the back of the pub and waiting for her food. She pulled out a book and was reading as she waited.