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So thank you, for bringing me back to…  m e .

hair part i
  • malfoy manor
  • harry: nice to meet you sir! i'm harry, harry potter
  • lucius: i can't believe my son is going to marry someone who doesn't even know how to brush their hair
  • lucius: i mean, how pathetic. Yes?
  • harry: i'm sorry sir?
  • lucius: ugh, I said i fancy your hair mr. potter, I wish draco's was like that
  • harry: oh, your hair looks amazingly shiny sir
  • lucius:
  • lucius: (blinks)
  • lucius: (smirks)
  • lucius: call me father mr. po--
  • harry: harry.
  • lucius: yes of course, harry.

“You did well on your first patrol, sire.”

“Leon, those raiders got away!”

“Oh? Well I was under the impression that you fought them back to the border! Be proud, Prince Arthur. Your first battle wound…”

Well here’s my second piece for the head-canon I have that Leon was an older brother sort of figure to Arthur… You can check out my first piece here! This scene is perhaps 5 years since the previous. Uther has given his son more duties, and Leon (near-knighthood) does his best to help. (My Art Tag)


Beauty and the Beast: Part 1

• Thomas Jefferson x Reader
• Multi-Part Au
• Part 1
• Word Count: 1071
• Warnings: song lyrics? Straight man™ not able to take no for an answer
• Song(s) in this part: “Belle” “Belle (Reprise)”
• Song lyrics in italics, everything else in normal writing
• One French franc is equivalent to 0.16 American Dollars, so the 100 francs Y/N is carrying is equivalent to 16.37 American dollars
• Due to her beauty, everyone calls Y/N Belle
• Gaston and Lefou are still in it, basically everyone is the same except Belle and Beast
• Translations:
o Bonjour: Hello
o Monsieur: Mr.
o Père: Father
o Je ne sais quoi: basically means ‘a quality that cannot be described or named easily’

Y/N L/N, known by everyone as Belle, walked down the stone road, holding a straw basket. Inside the basket were two books and about 100 francs to be bread and some other things. 

“Little town, it’s a quiet village. Every day like the one before. Little town, full of little people. Waking up to say,” Y/N sang while walking down the road.

The various people in the town shouted ‘bonjour’ when they opened their window shutters.

“There goes the baker with his tray, like always,” Y/N sang, “the same old bread and rolls to sell. Every morning just the same, since the morning that we came to the poor, provincial town.”

“Good morning, Belle!” Monsieur Jean said. 

“Good morning, Monsieur Jean! Have you lost something again?” Y/N asked, taking a piece of bread off his stand. She then handed him twenty francs. 

“Well, Belle, I believe I have, the problem is, I’ve—I can’t remember what,” Monsieur Jean said. He then shrugged. “Oh well, I’m sure it’ll come to me. Where are you off to?” 

“I have to return this book to Père Robert. It’s about two lovers in fair Verona,” Y/N said, her voice light and airy. 

“Sounds boring,” Monsieur Jean said. He turned away from Y/N to go speak to another customer. 

“Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question. Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell? Never part of any crowd, ‘cause her head’s up on some cloud. No denying she’s a funny girl that Belle,” The townspeople sang as she walked past. Y/N ignored them. 

Bonjour! Good day! How is your family?” A passerby sang.

There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang, desperate to get away from the life she had.

Y/N skipped into Père Robert’s building. She had a sweet smile on her face, the one she normally had. 

“Ahh, if it isn’t the only bookworm in town! So, where did you run off to this week?” Père Robert asked.

“Two cities in Northern Italy!” Y/N said, sighing as she placed the book down. “I didn’t want to come back. Have you got any new places to go?” 

“I’m afraid not, Belle, but you may re-read any of the old ones that you’d like,” He said.

“Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Bon voyage!” He said.

As she walked out of his building, the passersby started to sing again. “Look there she goes, the girl is so peculiar. I wonder if she’s feeling well. With a dreamy, far-off look, and her nose stuck in a book. What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle.”

Y/N placed the new book she had chosen at Père Robert’s in her basket, she then walked past Gaston, who had seemed to have a newfound obsession with marrying her.

“Look at her, LeFou—my future wife.  Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village, that makes her the best,” Gaston said. 

“But she’s so…well-read! You’re so… athletically inclined,” LeFou said, looking at Gaston. LeFou wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be with Gaston, or be Gaston.

“Yes, but ever since the war I’ve felt like I’ve been missing something, and she’s the only girl that gives me that sense of—“ Gaston said.

“Je ne sais quoi?” LeFou suggested.

Gaston muttered what LeFou thought to be ‘I don’t know what that means’.
Right from the moment when I met her, saw her, I said she’s gorgeous and I fell. Here in town, there’s only she who is beautiful as me, so I’m making plans to woo and marry Belle,” Gaston sang, gazing at Y/N. He got up and started to walk after her, but he first stopped to get some flowers to give to her. “Pardon.”  

“Good day,” Y/N said.

Y/N continued to walk through the crowd, Gaston struggling to walk after her through the thick crowd of people. 

Excuse me. Please let me through!” Gaston sang.

There must be more than this provincial life!” Y/N sang.

Just watch, I’m going to make Belle my wife!” Gaston sang.

Y/N returned home shortly after. 

“I am going to the market, Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow! What would you like, my dear?” Y/N’s father asked her.

“A rose, papa,” Y/N said.

“Alright, a rose it is! I’ll be back tomorrow with a rose,” her father said. Soon after he drove the carriage away.

“So, Belle, I don’t see why you haven’t married someone yet,” Gaston said. 

“I don’t see how this is any of your business, Gaston,” Y/N said, walking out of the garden and closing the fence behind her. 

“When your father dies, you don’t want to end up having to beg for spare change on the street,” Gaston said. 

“I really don’t think you should be lecturing me on this, right now, Gaston,” She said.

“You could always marry me,” Gaston said, as Y/N walked up to her door.

“Gaston, I will never marry you,” She said as she closed the door.

She heard Gaston walk away and breathed a sigh of relief. She was tired of him and his constant coming after he. Why couldn’t he just take no for an answer.
She walked back outside, extremely frustrated. “Can you imagine? Me, the wife of the boorish, brainless… Madame Gaston, can’t you just see it? Madame Gaston, his little wife, ugh! No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it! I want much more than this provincial life! I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell, and for once it might be grand, to have someone understand, I want so much more than they’ve got planned…”

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i’m working my shift at the coffee shop i work at, and about half an hour before we close this guy comes in and asks for a dark roast. usually we do like batch coffees of dark and medium roasts but we recently stopped making them after 2pm because we just weren’t selling enough and dumping too much out. so he comes in at 5, asks for the dark roast and i tell him we don’t have the airports but i can do a french press, which is basically a single serve dark roast. he asks “well is it gonna be hot??” i tell him that a french press is as fresh as it gets here. “i don’t want fresh, i want hot! (its the same damn thing) do you guys have a microwave??” i tell him “our water is 200° sir.” “ugh i guess that means you don’t have a microwave.” i tell him we do and he’s like okay okay that’s fine. while counting his cash my tip jar is kind of in his way so instead of just going around it or even just handing me the money instead of putting it on the counter, he literally pushes my tip jar out of the way and it nearly falls off the counter. and he doesn’t even tip.

so i give him his french press and guess what? it’s hot enough because our water is like 200°F!! and then he’s there until close which makes me get out later because i can’t clean up until he leaves. he comes in a week later and again asks for a dark roast and i tell him i can do a french press. he says he didn’t like that and i offer an americano and he says he probably won’t like that either, then asks is this a normal thing around this time ?? i tell him we don’t have the batch coffee and he’s like oh, okay. and walks out. whatever, he was rude to me anyway.

So there’s this dude who I occasionally play Warframe with and he’s in his fifties. Well he’s a huge Star Trek “fan” and while we were playing earlier he watched the Star Trek Discovery trailer for the first time and literally the first words he said after watching it was “why the fuck are they trying to be all politically correct with a black woman and Asian woman together??” Like the dude also said that star trek shouldn’t have political and social issues in the show. Like????? Did we watch the same thing???? This man literally grew up watching all the Star Trek series on TV and he says he loves it, but like how the hell do you miss the entire point of Star Trek? I’m just so confused. I just don’t understand people like this. Ugh. You sir are not a fan of Trek.

Say You Like Me - (Young)Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: hello, dearies! :D back, (by popular request) with a Sirius imagine ;) so… enjoy! :D

live-life-in-freedom said: Wow I seriously love your blog it’s the greatest thing ever!was wondering if I could request an image where the reader and Sirius have a very flirty friendship and always get mistaken as a couple but she shoots it down every time cause she thinks she isn’t good enough for him and then one day Sirius sees the reader talking to a ravenclaw guy a year older than them and gets super jealous and the reader asks what’s wrong and the other guys make him tell her how he feels? sorry it’s so long thanks!

so, here it is! :D hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D

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Say You Like Me

“Hello, gorgeous.”

“Hello, handsome” (Y/N) smiled looking up to find her best friend, Sirius Black, grinning back at her. He leaned down to kiss her forehead before he took the seat next to her soon the remaining Marauders took the seats in front of her.

“Hello, (Y/N)” they all greeted politely.

“Good morning, boys” she said as Sirius simply grabbed her pumpkin juice and drank it down. “Ready for the game?” she asked looking at James who smiled brightly up at her.

“You bet we are” he said stuffing his mouth with scrambled eggs making (Y/N) giggle.

“James, chew your food” Remus said rolling his eyes and returning to reading the Daily Prophet.

“You’re coming, right?” Sirius asked looking at her with his puppy eyes while she spread butter on his toast and he spread grape jam on hers.

“Of course I am, have I ever missed a match?” she asked pretending to be offended before they switched their toasts. The Marauders only watched as the two of them made their all-day routine without even noticing.

“Is anybody else seeing this?” Peter asked and the other two simply nodded.

“Good, because I need my lucky charm there” Sirius said winking at her and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Exactly how many lucky charms do you need?” she asked with a smirk while he poured milk on both their teas and she added the sugar. “Because I’ve heard about six different girls from each house saying you’d be dedicating all your points to them” she mocked him.

“Well, that’s exactly why I need my lucky charm! How else am I going to score all those points to dedicate to those beautiful girls?” he argued back. “That’s just you, gorgeous” he said smirking at her and kissing her cheek.

“See? That’s why I only have one lucky charm and I dedicate all my points to her” James stated smirking.

“Please, don’t say-“ Remus and (Y/N) said at the same time but he interrupted them.

“My Lily flower” he said dreamily.

“Really, James? You’re still on that?” (Y/N) said arching an eyebrow at him.

“Mark my words, that girl is going to be my wife someday” he said convinced.

“Absolutely hopeless” Sirius said shaking his head.

“It’s getting pathetic, really” Remus said, making (Y/N) laugh a little.

“Pathetic? How is it pathetic, Moony?” he complained and the werewolf looked up to smirk at Sirius and (Y/N). 

“Can I be James this time?” (Y/N) asked looking at Sirius.

“Of course, gorgeous” he said before she cleared her throat and did the best ‘boyish’ voice she could.

Oh Merlin’s beard! It’s Lily! Someone please hold me because I am… having… an eyegasm!” she said as she pretended to faint on top of Sirius while the other three boys laughed.

“Shut up! I do not talk like that!” James argued childishly.

“Yes, you do” both Sirius and (Y/N) said at the same time while they laughed.

“Quite close, actually” Remus said between laughs and (Y/N) made a little bow to her audience.

“Well, whatever! I don’t see any of you having a girl!” he complained childishly.

“First of all, you don’t have a girl” Sirius said as he finished laughing. “And secondly, I can have any girl that I want” he said shrugging his shoulders and running a hand through his hair.

“Hey guys” Alice, Marlene, and Lily said sitting down next to them.

“Oh, hello, Lily” Sirius and (Y/N) said with the same innocent face.

“Do I want to know?” the redhead asked looking at Remus after noticing James’ red cheeks.

“No, you don’t” he assured her and that was good enough for her.

“Padfoot, uh- we better get going” James said getting up and not facing Lily. “S-see you later guys” he said before walking away.

“What’s up with him?” Marlene asked confused.

“Nervous” Sirius said before taking another bite of his toast. “Match” he said before drinking the rest of his tea as he got up. “Gotta run” he said kissing (Y/N)’s forehead again. “See you out there?”

“Yeah, I just have to run upstairs, I forgot my scarf and my sweater-“ she said before she felt a scarf placed around her neck.

“I knew you would” Sirius said handing her his sweater too. “See you there, gorgeous” he said kissing her head again before following James and soon followed by the other two.

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