pastry charms

anonymous asked:

do more things remus and sirius say to each other!! it doesn't have to be just at their flat it can be like hogwarts or something

(just incase the first one wasn’t cute enough, here’s some hogwarts era shit for you shitlovers)

  • “do you really have to leave your fucking blank charms scroll on my bed, padfoot. do you really. i’m not going to fucking do it for you just because you left it on my bed, for merlin’s sake”
  • “moony. moooooooooony. remus. lupin. moony.” … “whAT” … “hi.”
  • “sirius you haven’t showered in a week if you don’t go in three seconds i’ll send snivellus to lick you clean”
  • “LUPIN THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK YOUR SODDING JUMPERS HAVE BEEN SPOTTED IN PETERS COMIC BOOK STASH WHAT THE FUCK”
  • “Put James’s glasses down.” …“It is not a toy.” … “No I don’t care if you look like a hotter version of James put them down.”
  • “moony stop biting you nails i told you yesterday you need to stop your hands are scarred enough.”
  • “the more you ask me to braid your fucking hair the less i want to do it you git”
  • “FOR THE SAKE OF MERLIN’S ILL FITTING PANTS, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT MOONY IT IS TOO FUCKING EARLY.”
  • “I have done nothing to deserve Peter’s sock thrown in my face. This is not how you treat your friends, Sirius.” … “jAmES PANTS TOO? FUCKinG HELL PADFOOT”
  • “moony. this is not a place to keep chocolate.”
  • “You were talking to McGonagall in your sleep again, Pads. This needs to stop.”
  • “why the hELL did I wake up to Dicken’s moldy face staring back at me.”
  • “you left a trail of spilled ink up to the library…of course i knew you were here.”
  • “Do not eat another pumpkin pastry.” … “SIRIUS.”
  • “that charmed tea follows you around more than any chicks do, moons.”
  • “You’ve winked at me thirty times this morning alone. Wink at McGonagall next time you have the urge. Please.”
  • “Hey Hey Moony I’m Not Drunk At All I Promise Come Here Let Me Suck Your Face Please”
  • “I DONT CARE IF THE WEIRD SISTERS ARE COMING TO HOGSMEADE LET ME SLEEP.”
  • “remus if you hum beethoven onE MORE TIME”
  • “stop counting my bruises, arsehole. it tickles.”

anonymous asked:

How d a r e you make me fall in love with the kitchen!witch Bitty - kind, domestic witchcraft makes me so happy and you almost made me cry happy tears reading those asks/thoughts

I’d like to think Jack has a bit of the witch about him too. Not like Bitty, but he’s preternaturally good with plants, and animals love him.

So imagine, if you will, another life where they find a quaint little town in New England, with cobblestone walks and clusters of stores and cafes. They buy a Victorian building in the center of town sandwiched between a bistro and an antiques store. The downstairs is the storefront where Bitty sells a few pastries as well as charms, herbal remedies, tonics, and tinctures (he makes a killing off of this bath bomb craze; his can legitimately make you feel calm or energized or centered). 

They sell some live and dried plants too, because that’s Jack’s hobby; growing herbs, spices, and small house plants. The roof of the building is flat, in parts, and they’ve set up a small greenhouse where Bitty can always find Jack if he needs him. Bitty uses everything Jack grows in his enchantments and claims that the gentle, loving intention Jack puts into his plants makes all the difference. Their store is green floor to ceiling, plants on every available space and hanging from the rafters, and no one can feel stressed or nervous in the place it’s so calming. Jack takes special requests for floral arrangements, sometimes, from their regular customers.

Their little tortoiseshell Begonia twines herself around the stool legs of the workbenches, curls up in the afternoon sun on the faded, mint green velvet of the armchair next to the window. She wakes Eric up at 4:00 to beg for breakfast (he never needs an alarm clock), hops up into Jack’s lap while he reads the newspaper, and follows them upstairs at night to their apartment to sleep in a little warm coil at their feet.

ML Secret Santa- Part 3

fluff fluff cute cute, not tooooo much plot progression, but i was sorta in a down mood the past while and wanted to write cutesy stuff to cheer myself up. so here ya go! almost 7k word count!

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