i miss arthur so much

HOW CAN ONE FIGHT AGAINST SUCH CUTE IDEA? And family EngPru is always something I had wanted ever since 

especially when you think about it, Arthur would look like a strict type because of his gentleman policy and he bitchy complained a lot, but turned out to be the type would spoil his kid and cat to rot. While someone always seemed to be carefree like Gilbert, is actually a military ruler with his punctual. Their contrast as parents alone is just simply beyond amazing.

“This has always been where I’ve come when I just want to get away,” Khan said, pulling back to meet Arthur’s gaze. “I’ve never brought anyone here before. I’ve never wanted to bring anyone here, actually.”

“So, why have you brought me here?” Arthur asked quietly. “What made you change your mind?” Khan reached up and brushed a lock of hair off of Arthur’s forehead.

“You changed my mind,” Khan replied.

Part Three of Fic/Art Collaboration with Ashley. we’re doing Freebatch pairings with DragonAU. I reposted this because it seems like the original post had been deleted? and I do not know what causing that. But what more important is me and Ashley gonna continue this AU, adding few more Freebatch pairings such as Stephen Strange/Everett Ross, Wallace/Lester Nygaard, and many more. thank you for sticking with us for all this time!

[Read the fic here!]

[The art for Guixon here]

[The art for Juliver here ]

I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling your love is more than worth its weight in gold
We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown
And I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go
Just say you won’t let go
—  James Arthur - say you won’t let go
Fred Weasley - Mother’s Day

Fred Weasley was incapable of acting and it drove him crazy. He had to watch how his brother and sister graduated in Hogwarts and could not congratulate them. He had to watch how his twin brother continued to operate their business, the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, without him. He had to watch how everyone who he loves is getting older, falling in love, get married and became a parent. He was so proud of his nephews and nieces, and considered them the loveliest things he had ever seen. Having Harry Potter and Hermione Granger in his family was weird at first for him, even he liked them and thought about them like family members, but not actual family. But in the other hand, he was really proud, so it was easy to get used to them. Even if he was not in the family anymore. 

Because it was only watching, what he could do. He could not be a real part of his family, of the lives of whom he loves. He could not be with them indeed, he just watched them how they lived their lives without him; even he was there but no one could see him. Afterlife gave him a chance to watch his family, because at the first weeks it seemed like a good idea. But it wasn’t, as Fred Weasley had to realize. He thought he will miss them so much, and it was true; he missed everything about his siblings especially his twin brother. The old pranks and creations they made; how they teased Ron and Ginny about their crush on Harry and Hermione. He was smiling when this came up in his mind. He secretly knew many years ago that George likes Angelia Johnson, but kept it to himself. And as always, he was right this time too. He hasn’t kept back his tears when Angelina gave birth to hers and George’s first children and his twin brother named the little guy Fred. He didn’t have doubts, it is the best thing that ever happened to him. And the worst, at the same time.

Not because the name, because what it meant. The fact George named his son after him remembered Fred that George never truly got over his death. And it was heartbreaking. After realizing this he had to admit that nobody managed to get over him. He felt himself like a bad memory that nobody wants to have, because it makes them depressed. He didn’t want to be the reason of people’s sadness. Fred Weasley’s regard his fate as makes everyone laugh. There was something in their smiles, they were so pure and real. He loved to raise a laugh even from the saddest person. It was like his mission. 

But after he died, the moments when someone was thinking about him with a smile were less and less. Even someone did, it usually ended up in crying and he couldn’t comfort that person; the only thing what he could do just watch how they wiped their tears and slowly calmed down. One day, when he saw his mother crying at night, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He hated to make them cry, it was the worst. Every teardrop screamed at and remembered Fred Weasley about how sad people are because of him. And it was enough. He had to do something. He needed to learn how to get contact with living people and for this, he asked for his old professor, Remus Lupin’s help who was glad to teach Fred. Lupin managed to learn how to communicate with living world as he wanted to keep in touch with his son, Teddy. It was not a common thing of course and not sensational, just little things like wraps him at night with Nymphadora or feeds Teddy’s owl when he forgot about it. 

So Fred Weasley started to learn how to get contact with people whom he loves. They started with simple things and after two months, Fred managed to move objects. And he chose the best day to learn that. His house looked as like when he was there the last time. 

It was little empty without his siblings, but they often visited Arthur and Molly with their children who loved their grandparents. It was not a surprise, they always wanted grandchildren and having a bigger family. They were so happy and Fred was glad for that. He found his parents at the table, having breakfast. At least, food was on the desk but they didn’t eat. His mother was crying and his father comforted her. “He used to make breakfast for me on this day… It was so lovely, I miss him so much.” Molly said and Arthur hugged her and whispered in her ear: “Me too Molly, me too.” 

Fred grabbed a pen and a parchment he found on the working desk and put it in front of his parents. He gathered all of his strength and slowly started to write when he felt like he can manage it. It was harder than he thought, the pen almost fell from his hand. But he wanted to tell them how he felt and what he wanted as a last wish. 

When Arthur and Molly saw the parchment that flew onto the table and the pen that was hover over it, they couldn’t believe their eyes. And when the pen started to write itself, they almost had heartbreak. Nobody was in the Burrow except them and none of them hexed the pen. But it was moving, actually writing something. So they watched what it is going to be. 

A minute later, when the pen fell down onto the table, the Weasley parents were as happy as they never were a long time ago. They were so happy when their children get married, when one of their grandchildren was born, but this moment was different. 

Molly quickly wiped his eyes as a tear showed and Arthur smiled at her wife happily. It was the only thing what they had to do: smile and be happy. If this is what their son wants from them, they will do it, without any question or hesitating. Because they knew what their six children wanted, they only had to ask them. But they couldn’t do it with the one who wasn’t with them, whom they couldn’t talk, whom they couldn’t hug and kiss. 

Arthur and Molly Weasley smiled at the small parchment that was in front of them. They were truly happy, as their son, Fred Weasley wanted them to be.


“Where’s the happiness that surrounded this bloody family? 

 If you love me, please smile instead of crying, I’m still here with you. 

ps: tell Georgie his son has the best name ever. 

Oh, and I wish you the happiest Mother’s day ever, mom. I love you so much. – Fred” 

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Buzz buzz buzz 

Frowning, Merlin pulled his mobile from his coat pocket. Who could that be? He really didn’t want to talk to anyone except for - his heart skipped a beat - Arthur… 

“Merlin,” His voice was trembling, anxious, excited and nervous all at once. Merlin could hear the soft swallow of his throat, probably dry. Instantly Merlin knew It Had Happened. “I… I remember.”

A few days later Merlin reflected that it was a miracle the phone did not slip from his shaking hand. After a few seconds of stunned silence he found his voice. “Okay. Okay, meet me in an hour. Er, outside of the city, for some quiet." 

"Yeah. Where?" 

"You remember that spot by the bridge we visited the other day?" 

A pause of silence. Too many images and thoughts swirling around in Arthur’s confused mind - trying to tease out recent memories from those of a whole other lifetime. "Uh, yeah. Yeah I’ll be there." 

Air rushed out of Merlin in a low whistle. An uncontrollable smile split his face, adding some light back into the dimming sky.

(Also I know the background is shitty but I am proud I even added one woot! Also I might expand on that fanfic tidbit - my heart needs it ;_;)

emeraldsage98  asked:

I keep thinking of the line "Raise your glass to Freedom" from Hamilton's "Story of Tonight". Maybe set during the American Revolution, talking about Russia's involvement (or non-involvement as the case may be). Extra challenge might include England, for whatever reason (maybe?).

Hah! Here we finally go! Again, I am avoiding packing because I’m a terrible procrastinator and don’t be like me kids. Also I had a blizzard today. And, here you go. I wrote a few different versions of this but this is the one I love. Hope you like it dear. You always leave such lovely comments, so this is a thank you as well. :)

[RusAme]  With Love, A

Rated T for violence and historical inaccuracies, 4k 

I,

Today I’m working on finding Arthur. I hope I can come home soon. I miss you so much, it hurts. Winter is coming soon, I can already feel it in the air. I know you would say how thin blooded I am, but it’s hard when you don’t have the right shoes. Supplies are scarce here right now, so I can’t even get the right boots. But hey! Perks of being me. Frostbite isn’t permanent.  Anyway, Orion’s high in the sky, and it always makes me think of your eyes. You’ve got starlight trapped in them.

I guess it’s good you’re never going to read this. This is way too sappy.

I hope you’re okay.

Love,

A

                                                         …***…

Alfred sat at the tavern table, finishing his letter before shutting the journal closed. He took a long sip of his beer, and listened to the chatter of the room. It was dark out. The deep maw of night. Alfred watched the British soldiers in the corner and watched the barkeep’s daughter collect glasses. The officers were mostly quiet, chatting to themselves, but Alfred had caught one of them watching the girl far too closely for his liking.

They went an hour later without a problem. Alfred brought his empty glass over to her. Watched her hands shake. “Are you alright?” he asked.

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bbc merlin fest: day #6

Favorite Quote: Various
Tonight…we do battle. Tonight we end this war, we end a war as old as the land itself. A war against tyranny, greed, and spite. Not all will greet the dawn, some will live, some will die. But each and every one of you fights with honour, and with pride. For not only do we fight for our lives, we fight for the future. The future of Camelot. The future of Albion. The future of the united kingdoms. For the love of Camelot!

Humans/Merlin crossover au: Reunited

When Arthur woke up, he found that the world he had left wasn’t the same world that he was in. Everything was new, advanced, foreign. Camelot was no more. Arthur continues to walk through the town, until he sees a familiar face in the distance. Merlin. His mind supplies. Slowly, he approaches the man.

“Merlin!” He grins, his face full of glee.

Leo turns around, and that’s when he freezes. No, it couldn’t be? Could it?

Merlin! I’ve missed you so much!” Arthur exclaims. Leo’s blood boils.

“Where the hell were you?! It’s been centuries! I’ve waited centuries for your return! Why return now?!” He shouts.

“Merlin please, I–” Arthur starts to say.

Don’t call me that! My name is Leo Elster now! Merlin is nothing but a legend. A memory. A thing of the past.” Leo snaps.

Merlin! Don’t you dare walk away from me!” Arthur shouts.

Watch me.” Leo spats, slowly walking away.