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[mrsrowlings]

Thoughts on a Aberforth and Rosmerta headcanon?

I never really had a head canon about them, I never thought about them though, to be completely honest.

But I can see them;~~ one evening - long before Harry had known Aberforth, he decided to go to the three broomsticks, Rosmerta was standing behind the counter, serving her customers like usual.It was crowded, but still oddly quiet, something seemed to kind of depress everyone.So that’s why the woman didn’t notice Aberforth until he was standing right in front of her.“One butterbeer, please.” he ordered.She was giving him strange looks, after all man at his age don’t usually order butter beer.He knew what she was thinking and simply answered: “ at times like this, you have to have a clear mind”She hesitated for a moment, but then handed the man, who resembled the headmaster of Hogwarts so much, but at the same time didn’t have anything in common with him, the ordered butter beer. ‘Besides, his eyes maybe.’, Rosmerta thought.She continued serving her customers, while Aberforth sad at the counter, quietly drinking.“Do I know you”, Rosmerta, asks suddenly, though the old man knew that someone would have asked sooner or later.“Probably” he answered, simply not in the mood to talk about him, or anything that had to do with him. Ariana. He sighed internally. He was here, to not think about her for once, but that is just not  how it works.‘You cant run anywhere from your thoughts’ he thought to himself, and he was right. You can never leave the insides of your head, even if you’d travel to the other side of the world.The woman behind the counter noticed that the expressions on the mans face have gone darker.“Hey are you alright?” “Nobody is alright at times like these”, he said, quietly while looking around in the dark environment. Everybody was either looking into their glasses or whispering quietly. “True”, Rosmerta sighed, now cleaning a big hump, “especially now that he-who-shall-not-be-named has returned”Aberforth looked her straight in the eye and then remembered that he shouldn’t talk to anyone. Not now.“He never has been gone.”, he said quietly, despite his thought from before.Now she just stared at him, the hump still in her hands, but you could see that she was feeling uncomfortable.Now Aberforth actually sighed.He emptied his glass, put a few Galleons on the counter and stood up. “Wait” Rosmerta called after him, “I’ll treat you for another one”Aberforth hesitated, but you could see her determination, so he sat back down where he was just a few seconds before.Now the woman in front of him smiled.“I may not know who you are, but...I trust you.”~~JESUS CRIST SORRY i got lost. and I didn’t mean to write that much!! OH MY GOD. I hope you like it though??? idk.

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DRARRY DRAGON AU BECAUSE WHY NOT

(DRAGON AU, HOW DO YOU DRAGON AU, DAMN YOU CHROME)

"A dragon," Harry said, staring up at Malfoy as he flapped his large, leathery wings to hover in the air. "You’re part… dragon."

“Yes, Potter, thank you so much for pointing that out, I hadn’t known. Any other words of wisdom you’d like to impart?” Malfoy sniped, finally landing in front of Harry and folding his wings to his back. Harry swallowed at the thought of how muscled Malfoy must be to be able to hold himself up for that long.

"You’re… dragon?"

"For fuck’s sake, it’s not that hard to comprehend, my name is Draco!”

[omeleting]

b59 au; cakeshop (kind of like those coffee shop aus???) iM SORRY

"Welcome to Sweet Sweets, what can I get you?"

Belphegor smiled and leaned against the counter. “I want a cinnamon roll and a date with you.” Gokudera paused as he grabbed a roll, then frown furiously to hide his blush.

"One cinnamon roll, that’ll be $2.59," he said tensely before shoving Bel’s receipt into his hands.

As Bel left the shop, wondering if he should come by tomorrow to try again, he glanced down at his receipt and grinned happily at the 10-digit number and “I get off at 9” written hastily on the back.

[mrsrowlings]

i like how your lips taste like coffe in the morning i like how they taste after your second coffe of the day i like how your lips taste at night, when the coffe taste is long faded i just like the taste of your lips so much

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and if you'd be mine i'd drown you in love  I'd give you everything everything you need and if you wanted freedom i would let you go and i'd give you my freedom too because without you i wouldn't be free anymore

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i want to get drunk with you, so i can tell you all the things i am too afraid to tell you sober