Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd

This is a one shot that happened when two requests for blurbs turned into not so blurry things by nature and they just fit so well together (x, x). So, they took awhile, but I hope the fact that they blew up into a bigger thing makes up for that! I hope the bigger thing is worth it, too…. x. 

As with the It’s About Balance sequence, all characters are of legal, consenting age and are aware of their decisions and the consequences that stem. I’m always so touchy when age gaps are involved since i know they’re rightly a sensitive thing, and I don’t want anyone misunderstanding what I’m trying to portray.

Harry’s horrified the first time he realizes his mouth is open when he watches you wiping down the counter at the bakery. He’s horrified when he realizes he’s watching the way your arse rounds just a bit more and your legs look longer when you lean over.

He’s horrified more still when he wonders how well they would wrap around him.

At first you were just the girl who came into the bakery while he worked there. Your visit was like clockwork every Saturday, and he saved you the best sweet roll to bag it with whichever pastry you picked out that morning – the sweet roll was constant, the dessert treat a surprise, except if they had made a tray full of lemon curds. On those mornings, he packed you a lemon curd with the sweet roll.

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A Spell to Let Emotions/Empathy Flow Between Two People

Cleanse and charge the items you will be using.

If it’s in your practice, cast a circle big enough for the two of you to sit across from one another, with two bowls in between, invoke your detities, cleanse, etc.

Best done outside in the grass. Light two blue candles between you.

Take something of hers and something of yours, a ring or a bracelet perhaps. Pour the water into the empath’s bowl.

Use water charged under the moon, mix in herbs of thyme, bay leaf, and lemon. Fill your bowl almost to the brim. Cup your hands in the water and chant as you pour the handfuls of water into her bowl, over her hands, sitting in her bowl:

“My bowl overflows,
While yours like a sieve.
What the empath knows
From this night on, I give.”

Have her wash her hands in the water accumulating in her bowl.

“I unburden from your mind
the weight of others hearts
Our efforts combined,
I share your knowledge in part.”

Repeat the chants until you have emptied half of what you had into her bowl. Blow out the candles, close the circle, thank your gods, etc. Bottle up the water from each bowl and keep it in your rooms.

“When alone and you feel the bond is wearing thin, repeat the chant and sprinkle a little water over your token.”

When together, wear the items at the same time and tell her about the things you feel, and have her respond to these things. End the exchange with this chant:

“Burden no more, when it is shared
Through the bond of us two paired.”

Because Kurt probably bakes when he’s anxious

The apartment smells like vanilla and dough when Blaine walks in the door, unwinding his scarf, and he can hear the thump of cupboards opening and closing and Kurt’s feet padding on the kitchen tiles. Leaning against the wall to unhinges his shoes, Blaine peeks at the light pooling on the floor through the kitchen doorway. “Kurt?” Blaine calls, raising his voice slightly over the hum of the radio bubbling in the other room.

Draping his jacket over his forearm, Blaine trails the light into the kitchen archway—and stops.


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Next Generation Amortentia:
  • Rose: Old books, freshly made pumpkin juice, grandma's blueberry bread and coconut (Scorpius's shampoo).
  • Hugo: Soft sea-salt pretzels, hot chocolate, dry basil leaves and hazel wood.
  • James Sirius: Butterbeer, toasted sunflower seeds, cinnamon and chestnut wood.
  • Albus Severus: Strawberry jam, firewhisky, cinnamon cookies and clean sheets.
  • Lily Luna: Black tea leaves, cherry flower, rosemary water and blueberry.
  • Victoire: Orange and poppy seed juice (Teddy's favourite), lavender flower, incense and wet grass.
  • Teddy: Fresh ink, lavender flower (Victoire's hair), chai tea blend and rain.
  • Dominique: Almond wood, fresh ginger, bacon caramel and periwinkle flower.
  • Louis: Homemade chocolate-chip cookies, lemon-peel tea, Shell Cottage's wild blackberries and coffee.
  • Fred II: Basil tomato sauce, watermelon, honey-roasted almonds and menthol cigarettes.
  • Roxanne: Coffee grounds, apple and cinnamon soap, warm milk and chocolate.
  • Molly II: Lemon pie filling, olive oil, juniper wood and Diagon Alley's fish and chips.
  • Lucy: Freshly painted walls, chamomile flower, coconut oil and honey-lemon water.
  • Alice II: Wild flower garden, moist clay, lemongrass and pink pepper grounds.
  • Scorpius: Red Roses, roll-up cigarettes, elder wine and apple pie.
  • Lorcan: Cypress wood, blue champagne, jasmine tea and peppermint candy.
  • Lysander: Poppy flower, pumpkin-spice pound cake, caramelized apricot and muggle beer.
Cotton Gin

Draco sees her for the first time across his parent’s table. An annual Sunday brunch is underway and she’s smiling amongst platters of sticky sweet lemon cake, crème filled cheese Danishes and glistening crumbles of coffee cake; laugh tinkling against the ceiling like crystals on the chandelier and dress like a confection.  

She’s soft, all curves and arches and whispers that drape across his skin like a summer sweat. He can’t help but watch her – the graceful tangle of her hair down her back, the bow of her neck and the slope of her nose and her smile – the one that reminds him of time faded love letters tied up in silk ribbons, heart shaped lockets and Sapphic violets that wilt against the pressed pages of a diary.

Her eyelashes flutter as she giggles, glances upwards and meets his eyes.

There’s no hint of recognition there, no flicker of knowing that typically accompanied sidelong glares and venom smothered remarks.

Instead, there’s only the butter soft caress of a blossoming smile. A quick silver glimpse at the French doors leading to the garden that leaves Draco with one answer, yes, but so many questions.

He’s always had a knack for stumbling upon the things that he wants.


She meets him on the porch, handkerchief clutched between her fingers as she breaths a sigh that peters out onto the summer slick air. He can see a trickle of sweat sliding along the tender notches of her spine; curls loose from her head and cheeks a delicate, fragile pink.

“You were staring at me,” she says.

He’s standing at her back and she hasn’t turned around, no, continues to look out over the winding maze of his mother’s rose garden; all bruise violet and flush pink, snow white and blood red, wilting under the waning heat of the sun.

“Yes,” he admits, tucks his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels.

The pocket watch tucked against his thumb reads noon.

“Why?” she asks, and finally turns around.

She’s more beautiful up close, he realizes with a jolt. An antebellum smile that precedes a war, violin clamor as debutante silk swishes and sways, lightning bugs trapped in glass jars and butterflies pinned to corkboards by the thin of their wings – but Draco always has been a good seeker.

“What’s your name?” he asks, disregards her question because he’s quite sure that she already knows the answer.

A smile, sugar sweet and venom sticky, slips across her mouth. “Y/N,” she says. Holds out her handkerchief like it’s a white flag.

He doesn’t think she’s surrendering.


The war had ended earlier that year with a fission of red and green sparks.

The Malfoys had escaped by the skin of their teeth, had fallen from grace and managed to evade the brunt of their dually deserved punishment.

He should be grateful, his father tells him.

But he’s not quite sure how that’s possible when the mark is still stark against the pale skin of his arm, when his transgressions hang around his neck growing heavier and heavier until his windpipe is crushed and he can’t quite manage to meet his own eyes in the mirror.

He doesn’t have a phoenix like Potter, no, doesn’t have a peacock like his father –

Draco has an albatross.


He sees her for the second time at the Nott’s jubilee, beneath a kaleidoscope of flickering lights and amid a cache of ludicrously expensive silk dresses, diamonds at pulse points and cigars stuck between teeth.

He asks for a dance and she acquiesces, grips his shoulder tight as he whirls her around the dance floor and doesn’t quite manage to let go.

They meet again at the Parkinson picnic. She’s seated on a checkered blanket on the grass, the faintest hint of a sunburn gracing her cheeks as she steals away his glass of champagne and leaves a lipstick kiss against its rim.

She’s there at the Zabini’s silent auction, where he tamps down numerous boughts of laughter at her antics while the older men bid on priceless antiques that were mandated away in the aftermath of the war.

He corners her afterwards in one of the dark, dusty alcove’s of the manor and steals a kiss, traces a finger along the wing of her clavicle and thinks about the blood churning in her veins, how it had all been different a mere handful of months ago.


She kisses the mark on his arm when he sneaks through her window one night, whispers poems against his skin before offering a smile and a sigh and a kiss to his cheek that lingers, lingers, lingers.

His name sounds like a beginning, a postcard against her mouth. When she whispers it against his lips, giggles it against his neck, breaths it into the cool night air as they lie beneath the stars and trace the constellations with their fingers. “You’re named for that one,” she says, maps out a dragon in the sky and forgets his defeat at the hands of Hercules.

She feels like veritaserum. Like every bit of truth they’d eked out of him following his war crimes. Like the amortentia Slughorn had showed them in sixth year and Draco had been afraid to smell because he didn’t know what he’d find –

It’s floral, he finds out. Saccharine sweet and summer heavy.

“I love you,” she says, when there’s a spot of blood marring her bedsheets and he’s running his fingers along her hips and they’re both breathing hard, night suffused in the marrow of their bones and stars flickering with the atmosphere’s density overhead.

He says it back. Bites it into the string of veins along her neck and murmurs it as he kisses the spot that makes her ache.


He procures a ring from his father just as the leaves are beginning to change.

A Malfoy family heirloom that’s as old as the bloodline itself.

He clutches it in his pocket and hopes, hopes, hopes as he kisses her amidst the twinkling lights strung around the garden. She tastes like a beginning and a redemption and something else, maybe, he just isn’t sure what –

Because the albatross has been shot through the neck with an arrow and she’s rubbing the swell of her stomach with a secret of a smile and the ring in his pocket feels, right, yes.

He slips it onto her finger and twines their hands together -

As though he could tell her all of the things that she meant to him.

PURIFYING SPRAY // this can be used as an air freshener or linen spray, and it is definitely very versatile – you could add a variety of different oils to this, depending on how you’d like it to smell! This is just the basic recipe that I use!

+ 20 drops purification
+ 15 drops lemon
+ fill rest of the bottle with water
+ shake well!

you could add 10-15 drops lavender, orange, tangerine, peppermint, eucalyptus, etc. whichever smell you prefer!

This suit is too loose
I am drowning in soft folds
I guess spring is really here
is it insects I hear? Or violins?
Rolled-up washcloths
watching the news while
I get dressed in the morning
argyle socks, sneakers
vegan Caesar salad
lemon-filled donuts
powered sugar on top
brilliant blown lights
warm purple pigment pools in my ears
shattering and gliding down my neck
in a series of dazzling splashes
like an arsonist in a forest.

anonymous asked:

Favourite type of donut

Like me personally? Or SuperCorp?

Me, I’m a sucker for chocolate covered cream filled or lemon filled!

Supercorp- Kara loves icing, sprinkles, the works! The more sugar the better! Lena is a classic glazed kinda girl!!

Lemon Muffins 


2 cups all purpose flour plus 2 tbsp

¾ cup sugar

2 tsp baking powder

¼ tsp baking soda

pinch of salt

2 eggs

½ cup Oil

½ cup milk or ¾ it depends

the peel of 1 lemon

juice of 1 lemon

1 tsp vanilla extract

a few drops of lemon extract.


Preheat the oven to 180º C (350º F) Grease a 6 muffin pan (for big muffins) or a 12 cup pan with oil

In a large bowl mix all the dry ingredients. Set aside.

In a measure cup put the lemon juice and then fill the cup until ¾ mark,

In a large bowl whisk together the eggs, oil, lemon peel, vanilla extract, lemon extract and the milk mixture.

Add the dry ingredients into de wet mixture at once and mix gently until just incorporated. Do not over mix!!! Divide the batter into the muffin pan and bake for about 20- 25 mins. Let them cool and if you want make a glaze with icing sugar, milk and a few drops of lemon extract.

Enjoy :)

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Going thematic for tomorrow… it was spirit day today so doing gold and “black” cupcakes (our school colors)

Lemon Cupcakes with a Lemon custard filling and Double Dark Fudge Filled Cucpakes! 

Lemon Cupcakes:

  • 1 box lemon cake mix, 3 eggs, 1 cup water, 1/3 cup oil, ¾ cup flour, tsp extra lemon juice. Mix and bake @ 350 for 13 minutes. 
  • 1 box lemon pudding mix, ¾ cup water, 1 cup sugar, 2 tbsp lemon juice mix, ¼ can condensed milk, mix on medium heat stove until gelled. Add extra powdered sugar to thicken. Cut out holes in cake and pour custard in. 
  • 1 tub lemon frosting 1 cup butter 2 tsp lemon juice, extra food coloring if desired, 2-3 cups confectionery sugar. Mix and frost cupcakes. 

Double Dark Fudge Filled Cupcakes

  • 1 box devil’s food cake, 3 eggs, 1 cup water, 1/3 cup oil, ¾ cup flour, ¼ cup dark chocolate cocoa. Mix and bake @ 350 for 14 mins. 
  • 1 bag dark chocolate chips, ¾ can condensed milk, ¾ tsp cayenne pepper, ½ tsp red pepper flakes, 1 tbsp dark cocoa powder, melt on medium stove until smooth. Cut holes in center of cakes and fill with fudge!
  • 1 tub chocolate frosting, ½ stick soft butter, extra fudge, 2-3 cups confectionery sugar, ¼ cup dark cocoa powder. Mix and frost! 

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