the passing of arthur

  • Arthur Weasley: Well, I manage my department, and I’ve been doing that for several years now. And, Merlin, I’ve learned a lot of life lessons along the way.
  • Molly Weasley: Your department’s just you, right?
  • Arthur Weasley: Well, yes, Molly dear, but I am not easy to manage.

“… [He] gave him one of those smiles [he] reserved for strangers, as if [he] were aware of being able to pass, in their eyes, for an ordinary [man].”

Fanart for @ennui160 ‘s new doujin My Queen, The Witch! It’s so good I die I swear!! 。゚(*´□`)゚。

“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back?”

“There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold.”

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» December 24 - Saddest Death (is that even a question…)

All the families together on the stickers…and then Arthur just has Lance. Maybe there’s a reason Arthur’s so hellbent on finding Lewis; maybe it has to do with losing people who mean a lot to him before this. ;v;


Standing calmly at the crossroads,

no desire to run

There’s no hurry anymore

when all is said and done…

i feel like colin is trying to send out a message lol since Merlin, he has been in projects called Legend, The Laughing King, The Living and the Dead, Waiting for You, The Rising, and The Happy Prince.

Legend could refer to when Kilgharrah said in the last episode “The story we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men.”

The Laughing King was a film created to increase awareness of depression among men, and i think we can all agree that for awhile Merlin was pretty depressed after Arthur died lol

The Living (Merlin) and the Dead (Arthur + everyone else after enough years had passed) ??

Waiting for You is pretty obvious i mean we see in the last episode he’s already been waiting for Arthur for centuries

The Rising – “Take heart, for when Albion’s need is greatest, Arthur will rise again.” also pretty obvious

The Happy Prince could then refer to when Arthur finally does rise and reunites with Merlin!!

anyway i see you colin morgan

She’s A Shelby - Shelby!reader

Request: Hi could I request and imagine where you’re the youngest sibling of the shelbys and get badly beaten up by your boyfriend and the boys go after him please??? You can pick whatever ending you like!

She’s a Shelby - Shelby!reader

Finn was the first to know about your new boyfriend. You confided in him because you and he were the closest in age, being only eleven months apart. Finn promised not to tell anyone else. And he kept that promise for almost two months until the night you came home from the pictures looking like someone had taken a paddle to you. There was bruising on your face, under your eye and around your neck. Cuts on your lower lip, your forehead, and chin.  

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anonymous asked:

Okay I absolutely LOVE the idea of Ron and Hermione's fathers being pen pals and sharing bits of their worlds back and forth,do you have any more head cannons about them?Cause I've decided that this is the best thing ever and the possibilities are endless!

THANK YOU I love it a lot too <3 When I wrote that letter from Daniel Granger to Arthur Weasley, I created a friendship for them in my head that went deeper than just “our kids are friends, please tell me how a lightbulb works.”

The two meet in Diagon Alley the summer of Sirius Black’s escape, and immediately hit it off. Daniel and his wife, Emily, had been planning to drop Hermione off and head home again, but after meeting Arthur, Daniel knew that he couldn’t pass up the friendship that would offer such a wealth of information about the world they send their tight-lipped daughter off into every year. He’s read all the books, of course, all Hermione’s coursebooks and a few others besides, but Arthur gives a human face (and such a friendly, loving, knowledgeable one) to the world. 

Daniel likes the Weasley kids, too, particularly Ron and Ginny. They’re funny and much more open than his own daughter - he wishes he could be as at ease with Hermione as Arthur is with them. He and Emily were older when Hermione was born, after a few years of trying, and they’re quiet and reserved and nothing like the bundle of intensity who has his eyes and his wife’s hair and nothing of their timidity. 

After those weeks that summer, they keep up a steady stream of letters. Sometimes they’re just back-and-forthing about their respective worlds, but other times their conversations are deeper - father-to-father type musings that help each of them understand their kids better. 

During Ron and Hermione’s sixth year, both fathers are left wondering when their children are finally going to admit their love for one another. 

When Hermione wipes her parents’ memories, Arthur’s first instinct is to recoil, to hate her for what she’s done to her parents. Molly, though, sighs and asks him if he’d really rather be in the middle of this war watching his children risk their lives daily, than live in ignorance somewhere far away from the fighting. He’s forced to admit that it’s possible she’d made the right choice to keep them safe. He knows it’s unfair to grieve someone still alive, but having someone to discuss the war with would make it so much easier when he’s terrified for his kids. 

When he overhears a Death Eater at work listing off houses he’s planning to “search,” that afternoon, Arthur leaves work immediately after hearing the name Granger. The snarl rings in his ears as he lets himself into the home of two dentists and a missing daughter using Alohamora as though Hermione hadn’t anticipated her childhood home to need any more protection than a deadbolt. He takes what he thinks Daniel and Emily will miss the most, arriving home at the Burrow before his usual hour, carrying a sack of photo albums and nearly in tears. 

On days when the ghoul in the attic is too loud to hear Potterwatch properly, and he imagines his youngest son dead in all sorts of horrific ways, too many unknown factors to even give the unmarked grave a location in his imagination, he vows that even if Hermione doesn’t make it through the war, his first stop at the conclusion of the darkest hour the wizarding world has seen will be Australia. 

Luckily, he never has to go. Beautiful, brilliant Hermione makes her triumphant return (and Ron’s alive thank fucking Merlin, Arthur’s never letting him out of his sight again) and Arthur knows that person going after Daniel will be the one person he wants to see more than anybody. 

Because Daniel is, first and foremost, a father. 


Give me that role reversal AU with Prince Merlin where Arthur doesn’t have magic, is a deposed Uther Pendragon’s son and somehow becomes Merlin’s fakely magical manservant with a bitchy Gaius in tow. Arthur is the one who has to hide his identity as Once and Future King because… his friend Merlin is Crown Prince.

Give me Arthur pretending to have magic through science and sheer problem solving ability. Or how he doesn’t get credit for doing difficult things because he’s supposed to have magic anyway. And how much he adores watching Merlin do frivolous, beautiful magics  that he can’t even dream of doing.

Give me Arthur hiding Excalibur in his room when he’s not using it to defeat Undead Knights or plotting High Priestesses. Tell me about Merlin not knowing he’s Emrys, and just being a chilled out Prince who doesn’t know that Arthur has no magic at all and is actually in constant danger All The Time.

And bonus chalice, because Nimueh and Morgause are the evil queens of Camelot who don’t want to see the prophecy come true.


Alan Rickman reads
Lines From The Passing Of Arthur
Idylls Of The King
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard,
Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed
When all the house is mute. So sighed the King,
Muttering and murmuring at his ear, “Quick, quick!
I fear it is too late, and I shall die.”
But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge,
Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked,
Larger than human on the frozen hills.
He heard the deep behind him, and a cry
Before. His own thought drove him like a goad.
Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves
And barren chasms, and all to left and right
The bare black cliff clanged round him, as he based
His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang
Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels -
And on a sudden, lo! the level lake,
And the long glories of the winter moon.

Like Hell - Tommy Shelby

Request: Can I request a TommyxReader where they’re married but she’s crazy protective over Tommy. She can kick ass and she ain’t scared of anyone. So scenario is Tommy’s doing business and it seems fishy and sure enough, something goes wrong while wifey is there. The second Tommy’s safety is jeopardized, she goes ape shit on everyone? Please and thank you!

Like Hell - Tommy Shelby

Before you married Tommy Shelby you lived in London. More specifically you lived with your grandfather and uncle, both men were gangsters in their own right. They were top rank in a gang of men who were ruthless and unforgiving. You grew up in that world, as a child you used to take money back and forth. The older you got the more responsibility they rested upon you until you were able to hold your own. Then you met Thomas Shelby, purely by accident.  

He had a meeting with your uncle and you had sat in. You had gone your entire life not being the slightest bit bothered with men. All the ones you met were demeaning, they saw a young woman who could take care of herself and felt the immediate need to try in put you in your place. That never sat well with you and so you had never tried to find someone worthy of loving. Until you met Tommy.  

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Off to the Races *smuttish*- Tommy Shelby

Request// Hey! Could you do a Tommy Shelby oneshot, where you’re at a family meeting and you and Tommy argue and don’t speak for a couple of days but make up (smut & fluff) thanks!

Request// Please do a possessive Tommy Shelby imagine preferably with smut but only if ur comfortable obvs x

This prompt can be read without smut. All smut will lay between a set of ‘*****’ and some fowl language has been included in this fic.

*So I hope that these two requesters don’t mind that I put both of them together. I took a lot longer to write this one than I expected, but I’m proud to say that I think it’s looking good. I’m talking over 1300 words, so it’s arguably my longest prompt yet. Hope you enjoy! xoxo*

You sat on the stairs of the betting shop, your knees resting under your chin as Tommy laid out the plan for the Cheltenham Races. You didn’t trust Billy Kimber and neither did Tommy, but you still found it ignorant to meet with him, especially with his bookies getting robbed left and right.

“Arthur, John, you’ll be leading our men and the Lees out to collect anything stolen Kimber’s boys,” he explained, his brothers nodding in approval. “As for me, I’ll be taking Grace with me to meet Kimber in the private lounge.” Both John and Arthur passed sly grins to one another, but it didn’t get past you.

“Why would you take Grace,” you asked curiously, trying to hide the venom in your tone.

“Why not, Y/N?” Arthur turned to look at you, being the first person to address you this entire meeting. “Y’aren’t jealous, are you?” John held back his laugh while Polly scowled at Arthur. Tommy only shook his head, ready to carry on without giving you a proper answer.

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A/N: This could link to one of the other reader inserts ‘The Baby Is Coming’ but you don’t have to read that to understand this. I hope I haven’t made Mycroft or Sherlock to OOC. Enjoy! xxx 

Exhausted was an understatement. You knew that childbirth was very painful and tiring but nothing could have prepared you for that. However, the long nine months and incredibly painful birth was all worth it as your little boy was born. Sherlock was stood by the window nursing the babe. He’d insisted that you slept but you wanted to stay awake because the Holmes parents, now grandparents, were on their way. You assumed that Mycroft would probably stay at the Holmes residence but you didn’t know whether he’d be forced to pay a visit to the hospital. Sherlock was tense. You could tell he didn’t want Mycroft to come but you did. You wanted a close family and although Mycroft was a fairly distant and an unsociable person, he was the uncle of your child and you wanted him to be involved.



“Yes mother,” A voice said from the other side of the door. The voice belonged to Mycroft Holmes. “The nurse said that they were in here.” The door opened slowly and in came Mycroft and his parents.

“Congratulations!” Mrs Holmes exclaimed and came over to your bedside. She kissed your cheek and then rushed over to Sherlock and kissed him. Mr Holmes gave his congratulations whereas Mycroft stayed in the doorway.

“Have you decided on a name?” Mycroft asked.

“Arthur Hamish William Holmes,” You replied with a smile.

“My little Arthur,” Mrs Holmes said happily as she took the boy from Sherlock. “I say that we’re too young to be grandparents."  

"I for one accept my age,” Her husband replied but she just chuckled. After holding Arthur for quite a while, she finally passed your son over to grandfather Holmes.

“Finally a grandchild,” He said. “We knew Mycroft would never have children and we finally gave up hope with Sherlock. Then he met you, Y/N. You both produced a lovely little baby boy. My grandson.” He was full of pride.

“Would you like a hold?” You asked Mycroft.

Sherlock was about to object but his brother did first. “No thank you,” He said. “Babies are not really my forte and I have a good view from here.”

“No I insist.”

“I don’t-”

“Mycroft Holmes, you will take the baby, hold the baby, and enjoy it.” You got out of bed and you took Arthur from Mr Holmes. You then passed him to the child’s uncle. Mycroft was terrified. He was almost shaking. Mycroft was in charge of the whole country (practically) but that was no problem and he was as cool as a cucumber. Give him a child and he will panic.

“I think we should all, with the exception of Mycroft and Y/N, get some coffee,” Mrs Holmes said. “No objections!" They all got up and left. There was no arguing with Mrs Holmes.



Mycroft watched helplessly as you fell asleep. He had hoped to hand Arthur back you but tiredness had took over you. He couldn’t give him to anyone else either. He was stuck. He walked over to the window, which was where Sherlock had stood earlier. Mycroft looked down at the boy. Arthur’s eyes were wide open and he was looking up at his uncle. Mycroft’s expression softened. He began to realise how important this child was to him. He was trusted with little Arthur and he would do anything to protect him. Mycroft was the one who taught Sherlock to not care however the 'iceman’ himself was now making exceptions.



Sherlock entered the room. He saw you asleep in the bed and then saw his older brother looking down at Arthur with admiration in his eyes.

"I may appear harsh,” Mycroft stated. “However, I promise that I will do everything in my power to keep Arthur, you, and Y/N safe.”

“Were you not doing that already?”

“Yes but that was out of 'brotherly compassion.’ Now it is out of… Out of… Love.” Love was a hard word for Mycroft to get out but he did it all the same.

Sherlock chuckled. “I’m flattered.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m the father. Am I not able to keep my wife and child safe?”

“Yes but what happens when it comes to cases? When you’re getting into other people’s business and you put yourself and them in danger? Or when you’re bored so you get high? Who will be there to pick up the pieces? This isn’t a game, Sherlock! These are people’s lives!”

“I’m a changed man now.”

“I’m trying to help, Sherlock!”

He sighed. “Then thank you. Also, Y/N would like you to be godfather as well as John.”

“Just Y/N?”

“Fine! I guess I think you’d be fit too…”

“Then I am honoured.”

missing | tommy shelby

Please could you do something where the reader is married to Tommy but they have a bad fight and she storms off. She doesn’t come back hours later and Tommy is worried and sends everyone out to look for her. Arthur finds her passed out somewhere, panics, and can’t wake her up, so he carries her back to Tommy and Tommy looks after her until she wakes up.

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Originally posted by ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy

Things between you and Tommy hadn’t been the same since Grace had arrived in Small Heath. In all fairness, you had barely spoken two words to her so you couldn’t say that you hated her. However, the way that she acted around Tommy was enough to make you feel some negative feelings towards her. The way that she would wrap her arms around Tommy’s neck, or whisper things in his ear made you feel sick. It was obvious that she had feelings for Tommy and sometimes, you thought that maybe Tommy felt the same way. He wouldn’t tell her to back off when she got close to him and instead let her flirt with him.  

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What They Found

Summary: Tag to “The Raid.” When Dean and Ketch go investigate the vampire hotel, they run into a familiar face.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Arthur Ketch

Word Count: 1480

Warnings: Angst, mild violence, passing mention of suicide 

Author’s Note: I had a “what if” moment and fell down a rabbit hole. Enjoy!

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

“I checked the upstairs area. This place is a ghost town. You got anything?”

Even being dragged by your arms across from the hard floor of the hotel lobby, you recognize the gruff voice and cringe. It belongs to someone that you never thought you’d see again and someone that you’d never want to see you like this.

“Indeed.” Stiff, British asshole drops your limp body to the floor with a dull thud. “Found her hiding in the basement with the corpses.”

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Explosions - Arthur Shelby

Request: Hey can you do a quick fic arthur x reader fic where some of tommys enemies know that that one building is going to explode and they kidnap the reader and put you in their and the next day arthur hears that you are stuck in there and he goes crazy looking for you and he finds you super hurt but alive and fluff????? Pleeewaaaasee 

Request: Here’s an idea for a fic when there was that huge explosion some of the Shelby’s enemies found out ahead of time and kidnapped you and stuck you in the building and then when the Shelbys found out it was too late but Arthur finds you barely alive in the building and he saves you?? Please and thank you veryy muchh! 

Explosions - Arthur Shelby

It was race day. That was all you remembered. That it was race day and Thomas Shelby, the brother of your boss, had told you to tend to the Garrison while they were off at the tracks. You agreed, unsure what would’ve happened if you hadn’t agreed. No doubt you would have refused only to feel bad that Arthur wasn’t making money on his most important day of the week and agreed to do it.  

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