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MERTHUR NATION
RISE!!!!
little bonus of the aftermath after the fight hehe
Merlin felt himself shoved face first into the wall, letting out an annoyed sigh, mouth open to curse Arthur when he heard his prince growl
Arthur: *sniffing Merlin's neck*
Merlin: *sighing because Arthur's werewolf side was showing*
Arthur: *growling* Who touched you.
Merlin: *rolling eyes* The doctor Arthur, remember? I told you I was going to visit one.
Arthur not liking the smell of another on his mate decides leaving a few hickeys on Merlin's nape to let others know Merlin is his.
“You make a habit of bringin’ strange men into your home?”
Your response comes in the form of a swipe with the drenched rag across a cut, causing him to wince. The ethanol left behind on his skin only glistens for a moment in the light of the oil lamp. It then evaporates. You finally speak. “Only if they’re hurt and in need of help, Mr Morgan.”
He finds himself unable to argue. Hunched forward, skin mottled with bruises and scratches and scars. You think he’s trying to make himself smaller. Maybe he’s ashamed. Maybe he’s trying to seem less intimidating.
“Who did this to you?”
Arthur doesn’t answer for a while as he slips his arms back into the sleeves of his torn union suit, re-doing the buttons. Force of habit, or a formality, you don’t know. It’s useless, though. The red fabric is barely clinging onto his frame. “…Some kind of animal,” he eventually mumbles.
Werewolf!Arthur yes~
A younger Arthur getting spooked by a ghostie
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when the moon hits ur eye
Title is kinda just filler for rn but here's a chunk of werewolf!Arthur I've had sitting in my docs forever! No editing has been made, so beware!
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The last burst of sunshine danced through the trees, casting an orange hue over the terrain as their shadows shrunk smaller. The steads were growing visibly anxious from the fullness of the moon rising in the night sky. As was the man in back.
"How much longer is this gonna take?" His voice was low, more urgent than he would have liked. They had been out on this house robbing escapade for two days too long, and he knew what could and would become of it.
"Hold your bloody horses, English! We're just about there." The ginger leading him on this chase was just a bit too excited for his taste. "You got something better to do than rob a couple of hillbillies with your old pal Sean?"
"Wouldn't exactly call it better…" Arthur grumbled under his breath. He could only hope that they were very close to their destination and they could be in and out in no time. Sean wouldn't question him for going separate ways once the party was over. He would be safe to slip away for a few days more.
"Oi, English," Sean interrupted his thoughts as they veered off the path, stopping among the pines, "Get your mask up and grab your rifle."
"I know the plan." Arthur muttered, grabbing his weapon hurriedly and dismounting. "Let's get this done with."
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Arthur felt a sickening twist in his gut as the man cocked the gun. It wasn't until he tried to aim his own did Arthur realize how terribly his arms were shaking.
"Fuck," Was all he could breathe out before a guttural growl cracked through the air and his world went black.
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Waking from his trance, he found himself on the floor of the cabin. All he could register was the rugged, tired breaths he pulled through his lungs, as well as the pool of blood that surrounded him.
Turning cautiously, he spotted three gnarled corpses strewn across the home. He gagged violently as he tasted the last traces of blood on his tongue, knowing all too well what had happened to these poor souls.
Standing on shaky feet, he stumbled towards the doorway, desperately craving the fresh night air on his sweat and blood drenched form. Arthur took in a few slow, deep breaths, closing his eyes as he leaned against the cabin.
He hated himself the most in these moments. When he ended up killing folks with no control. It was his own damn fault. It had to be.
He's the one who got bit. He knows the responsibilities. The safety hazards that his existence holds.
He's the one who decided to go out tonight. He's the one who agreed to a robbery so close to the full moon. He's the one who put Sean's life in danger-
Sean.
He jerked forward, whipping his head around in panic. "Sean? Sean!" There was a moment of silence before he heard rustling from the trees. "Sean?! Is that you?"
The Irishman stepped out from between the pines, staring wide eyed at the older man. He was cautious in his approach and horrifically quiet for his character.
Just as fast as relief washed over him, Arthur felt his heart sink at the fear of the other. He had caused that fear.
"Look, kid…" He tries to act calm as to relax Sean as well.
"You're a bloody hound." The fear in his eyes slowly shifts to disbelief. "Arthur Morgan. A right fucking dog."
"Yeah…" He gives a half-hearted laugh. "About that-"
"Does anybody know? How long have you been like this? And how the hell did it happen?" His words come quick, curiosity overcoming horror.
"Slow down. Jesus…" Arthur holds his hand up to stop him. "How about we get the money and get the hell out of here first."
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“Arthur, tell me about your relationship with your wolf.” Arthur looked up as Charles joined him by the rocks. Arthur felt Charles’s gaze on him, dropping his eyes and looking at his feet.
“I don’t know what I can tell you that you ain’t already aware of.” He pushed himself up from the rocks and shrugged, hooking his hands into his belt. “He talks to me, we learn from each other. He is a happy pup, I hate to feel him upset so I have been working to not let m--”
“You can feel him? His emotions?” Charles put his hand out, trying to get Arthur to meet his eyes.
“Uhh...yeah -- His happiness bubbles over, it’s...quite a feeling.” He paused. “But, when he is disappointed or sad…” He took a deep breath trying to find the right words. “...it’s heartbreaking.” He stared into Charles’s eyes. “Worse when I am the cause. I ain’t ever want him to feel that way, not if I can avoid it.” He broke his gaze, rubbing his arm sheepishly as he stepped forward past Charles. “It’s silly I know, that is how the world is, but he is just so young.”
“It’s not silly, Arthur. Children deserve to be free of the darkness in this world, at least for a while. Like Jack. Jack is lucky, he has a family that loves him and keeps him from most of that darkness. I’ve seen you with him, so it’s no surprise you would treat your wolf the same.” Charles eyes followed Arthur.
“Wait.” Arthur turned back to Charles. “Do you not feel what your wolf feels?”
“I feel when he is hungry. I feel the pressure when he pushes to take over. I don’t feel his emotions.” A sadness grew in Arthur, the wolf listening to their exchange, he felt the pup stir in the back of his mind pushing him to reach out to Charles.
