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normally, I don't buy into the 'the bad kids don't really get special treatment' because whilst I agree they are under too much pressure, it does seem like they are regarded as more capable than other srudents who wouldn't be able to see the nuance of 'this special attention is literally killing me and my friends' from the outside. I know when you look at the seven it becomes astoundingly clear aguefort is basically fucking with the bad kids, but the rat grinders aren't looking at it all from the outside.
tl;dr — the bad kids do get special treatment, the other kids at the school just dont understand the magnitude of the consequences of that.
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so tired
can’t sleep
my brain:
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An Update? From Me? Surely Not
Hey this is Garbage but its better than nothing loves.
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Here she is, after an age!
#aesop sharp x reader#aesop sharp#reader insert#hogwarts legacy#aesop sharp x oc#professor sharp#aesopsharp#harry potter#sirona ryan#poppy sweeting#natty onai
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Nurse Aesop Part Two (Not Proofread Lol)
You had known it was coming for several days, the simmering pain and cravings served as a reminder that your body was working on a tight schedule, one that did not care for your social calendar or your newly shared sleeping arrangements.
Twinges woke you as you forced yourself to breach the soft sanctity of the bedcovers, cold air rushing onto your exposed legs as you hobbled quietly to the adjacent bathroom. If your estimates were correct you would have about ten minutes before the cramping in your abdomen became unbearable and your vision started to blur.
Grunting as leant against the sink, the cool porcelain doing little to calm you, you allowed your eyes to flicker shut as you attempted to ignore the nausea.
Aesop despised waking up alone, especially since the arrangement was so fresh, his palm anxiously rubbing the bare cotton sheets as he blinked back confusion, a soft groaning smashing through his tiredness. As smoothly as he was able, he rose grabbing his wand and wandered to the bathroom, concern consuming him at your rosy cheeks and clenched fists.
Calling your name did little to rouse you, as he invaded your personal space, arms wrapping around you from behind as he planted a kiss to your crown. His cool skin triggered a slightly louder and more surprised grunt.
“I was calling for you,” He muttered, rubbing rhythmic circles onto your wrists as your hold on the sink loosened slightly.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” It was gentle and frustrated, as he kissed your head again, “It’s my monthlies,”
“You didn’t wake me, not really,” Aesop said, circles moving from your knuckles to your lower abdomen as you let out a shocked cry, “I think we should get you into a nice bath,”
“You need to go back to bed, it’s four in the morning, you have classes to teach later,”
Aesop laughed slightly, as the flick of his wand caused a sudden gushing flood of water from the sinks, “I know that,” a pause, “Won’t you let me care for you, Little Dove?”
His tone was deep and sugary, coating you as you tried to ignore the overwhelming relief. He had his own pains and so often cared for you too, yet it seemed to please him to do so, and you were not one to deny your loved ones their pleasure.
The bathtub filled quickly with hot, steaming water, as he stepped away and filled it with all manner of sparkling, technicolour potions and salts, the smell alone making you sag slightly with happiness.
With an assured swiftness, Aesop took your hand and helped you into the bubbling pool, your clothes long since discarded, as a blissful whimper eked out. In the small interlude it took to run the bath he had already forced two pain potions into you and as a result, the combined treatment had you limp with joy, body sucking up all of the nurture.
Absentmindedly you realised that Aesop was murmuring to you, as he sat on a transfigured chair, sponge in hand as his soft strokes rubbed your tired skin.
“Darling,” His voice was quiet and peaceful, stubble grazing your forehead as he went about cleaning you, “So precious, so perfect, my Angel,”
It was difficult to remember the pain of your period with a gorgeous man above you, whispering sweet nothings as lavender and lemon filled your nose. In fact, it was difficult to do anything at all, as you drifted into a light daze, the potions abolishing the last of the twinging pain.
The next thing you were aware of was a deep musky scent, as he lifted you from the water and wrapped you in a towel that felt impossibly soft, your malleable body leaning into his as you yawned loudly.
“Twas nice,” You said into the fabric, heavy eyes fixed on him.
“I told you it would be,” He sounded almost smug, but you didn’t have it in you to mind, as he steered you towards the bed.
“But my clothes,” It was slightly delirious.
“I’m getting your clothes, and everything else you need,” He turned, looking at you, “Sit down,,” It was firm, and your legs were weak, so you did.
Aesop hated to see you unwell for any reason, but as you sat pouting in a towel with damp hair sticking to your cheeks, he couldn’t help the magnificent ache in his chest at the feeling of loving you. You fought him as he wrestled you into soft bed clothes and he snorted his way through the poorly matched battle, well timed kisses to the cheek disarming your meagre defences.
As if you had never left, you found yourself in bed bundled up with your head resting on his chest, body tingling with relief as you desperately tried to keep a conversation with Aesop.
“I love your perspective on things, Firefly,” Aesop said, nuzzling your cheek, “But now is the time for sleep, not for pondering,”
“Can I ponder in my sleep?”
“If you wish to, Sweet One,” He laughed, heart twisting again as your breathing evened out, body succumbing in the middle of a rebuttal sentence, “Dream of me,”
#aesop sharp x reader#aesop sharp#reader insert#hogwarts legacy#aesop sharp x oc#professor sharp#aesopsharp#harry potter
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literally feel like I won’t ever write again, I have no motivation and am so very sad about it.
envisioning myself as this cat to calm the vibes
(I’m being dramatic!)
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I'm so proud of the insane little dumpster I created ❤️
If you're interested in joining (this is an 18+ server) dm me!
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dying at this. The “I’m on the fucking phone” has the same energy as “hey, I’m walking here,”
Hogwarts legacy modern AU
-Sharp’s phone rings-
Sharp: Hello?
MC: Hey, it’s me, quick question, I found a stash of really good potion ingredients but they’re kind of stolen, do you want them?
Sharp: Why do I hear fighting?!
MC: I’m at a poacher camp
Sharp: And you called me NOW?
MC: It’s fine, I stepped away, hang on. -sounds of spells firing and screaming- I’M ON THE FUCKING PHONE! Sorry. So rude.
Sharp: Should you perhaps call me later?
MC: It’s fine, I- I SEE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE NOT BEING STEALTHY! So do you want them or not?
Sharp: You’re making me incredibly anxious, please call me later.
MC: I’ll bring them anyway, you can just toss them if you don’t want them. HEY ASSHOLE! WHAT DID I JUST SAY? IF YOU WANT TO KEEP ALL YOUR LIMBS ATTACHED, YOU SIT THE FUCK DOWN! So what are you doing?
Sharp: Oh my god.
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Snoggin' in the Rain 2.2K
Aesop and Eliza butt heads, leading to a rain shower kiss and possibly (definitely) more.
I'm a little sensitive about writing stuff like this so please be kind. My stupid pun title made me laugh more than it should.
Minors DNI. :D
Eliza knew she’d fucked up, storming down an unfamiliar forest path, petulant anger leading her astray. It was supposed to be a nice holiday, filled with calm mornings and gaudy nights, but she seemed to explode at the littlest things, and Aesop seemed to keep slamming these buttons whether he intended to or not.
The sky was darker than she’d realised and along with that came a heavier rain that she had observed some hours previous. Eliza was of course without a coat, the damp ground muddying up her skirts as she fought a rough shiver. The argument was far too trivial for her to get pneumonia over, and yet here she was muttering to herself as her hair clung to her cheeks and frizzed outwards, light pink fabric clinging to her torso as her summer dress was well and truly ruined.
Gulping in air, slightly lost and upset but not willing to admit it, she paused slightly to push the hair out of her eyes.
“Bollocks,” It was anguished, as she attempted to remember the way back, if only to save her health, when she heard a familiar bellow.
Aesop knew the argument had been ridiculous, starting over a dispute about socks and landing on a shouting match about ties. When Eliza had stormed off, he had let her, giving her space to cool before they eventually talked out their stupidity and got back to their little cabin holiday.
When he began to notice the torrential rain, eyes darting to Eliza’s green coat resting on the armchair, his mood changed entirely. It had been too long, and she was no doubt lost and already sneezing. It was an amusing thought for a few moments, until images of finding her in a more injured state distressed him and he dashed out of the door as fast as his body would cooperate.
Thundering down the path, Aesop began to curse Eliza’s lack of forethought, each stretch of path without her tightening the vice around his heart, as his eyes blinked back the water threatening to cloud them.
Finally, after an age and a slight twinge in his leg, her mop of ginger curls came into sight. Screaming her name, he watched as she turned to him with a slight scowl, though her relief was palpable.
It was then that Aesop had his last rational thought, eyes glued to the drenched pink chiffon as everything went blank. The fabric was clinging to her, its pastel nature now nearly see through, her nipples visible, the sight making his mouth water. All angst forgotten, Aesop felt his cock harden at the sight of her dishevelled, soaked body. Rosy cheeks and curves hugged by waterlogged fabric, she looked edible. He had sped up subconsciously, his mind desperate to taste her.
Though she was frustrated, Eliza felt equally spellbound by his strong figure approaching her, hair delightfully messy and shirt showing tufts of chest hair, with an expression she could not interpret at such a distance.
As he got within ear shot she sighed, slight anger sparking again, “Nice of you to join m-”
Aesop grabbed Eliza, arm slipped around her waist as he pulled her close, letting out groan as he crushed her lips with his. His kiss was warm and inviting, making Eliza melt slightly against him as she kissed back with a mindless urgency.
Having her in his arms, he shoved her against a tree, kissing down her neck as she gasped, fingers locked in his damp hair. Part of him growled that he should just take her here, soaked and surrounded by nature, but he was no longer a young and able bodied man,
“Let’s get you home,” Aesop said voice dark and sweet, making Eliza nod aimlessly, his kisses neutralising her as he pulled her to him and apparated to the cabin’s entrance.
“Forgot we could do that,” Eliza murmured, earning her another nip to the collarbone.
“Evidently,” Aesop joked, thumb brushing roughly across her red cheeks, as he pushes her into the cabin.
Eliza let out a happy sigh at the rush of heat blowing through her, moving to take off her soaked clothes and change into something comfortable, when she was spun around and promptly shoved against another service.
“No,” It was practically spat, his hand pinning her wrists up and away from her buttons.
“But I’ll freeze,” She whined, pupils blown as she stared at his lips, pulling slightly at his restraint.
He tightened his grip, a growl slipping out as he wordlessly bent down, mouth covering her rock hard nipple through the icy fabric and biting.
Eliza’s shocked moan made him bite harder, tugging at her clothed nipple with his teeth, the sudden heat of his mouth making the sensation stronger. His hand came up to play with the neglected nipple, rolling it around in his fingertips as her gasps spluttered out, the sounds making his cock ache.
Having her against a wall, unable to do much but writhe, Aesop felt a happy darkness settle in him. Her knees were weakening, body malleable beneath him as he touched her as much as he desired. He would undress her soon, wanting to avoid sickness for them both, but for now he wanted to melt her as she was, soaked through and glassy eyed.
Eliza was struggling to think, twitching in her fixed position as the mix of temperatures and fabrics made her moan wantonly, her cunt begging to be acknowledged as she trembled. She needed more, but the words wouldn’t come.
“Aesop, please,” She sighed, desperate eyes staring into his, as she sucked in air.
“Yes?” He asked, lips returning to her neck as he nibbled gently, knee planted between her legs as she ground down slightly, triggering a dark laugh from him.
“Please,” She repeated, almost petulant, lips pouted as she attempted to lean forward into his touch.
Aesop rolled his eyes, a particularly rough twist from his fingers causing her to shout, eyes flickering, “You know better than that,” He almost sounded condescending, head tilted in false pity, “All you have to do is tell me what you want, Eliza,”
Eliza swallowed heavily, searching for the words, yet each time she moved to speak he would bite or pull, reducing her to whimpers and sighs.
“What was that?” Aesop murmured, mocking her as she groaned grumpily against him.
Finally, mercifully, he paused for long enough that she could speak, though the words were stuttered, “I want you to use me,”
Aesop’s cock jumped, making him gulp, hand roughly grabbing her head, “Use you?”
With a flick of his wand her clothes had popped open, slamming to the floor in a wet pile as moved her, forcing her onto the table as he removed his own shirt, “You should have just said so, my Angel,”
Her hair was splayed out, a frizzing halo as her nipples ached at the change in temperature, body finally drying in the warm cabin air. A giggle left her lips as she rolled her eyes at him, “I was somewhat preoccupied,”
With her spread before him, he murmured a charm under his breath, her wrists staying fixed above her head as ran a finger from her cheek all the way down to her pelvis, relishing in her shocked little whine.
“Preoccupied?” He repeated, voice like honey, finger hovering above where she needed it, “Such a needy cunt,”
Eliza’s mind was blank, desperate for any pleasure she was given, as she stared dreamily at the visible hardness in his trousers, legs twitching yet again at such a thought. Aesop’s mind wasn't much better, his cock pleading with him to just slam into her warmth, use her as she’d asked. Though he was tempted, he knew he could pull more pleas from her and he wasn’t willing to fuck her until she was begging deliriously for it.
Rather than flick her clit with his finger, Aesop stared into her eyes and lowered himself as much as his leg would allow, tongue making contact with her drenched core.
Eliza’s babbled cry was all the encouragement he needed, his mind going blissfully quiet as he sucked and licked at her sopping cunt, groaning with self indulgent happiness as she writhed on the table, wild and aflame, whispered prayers for more spilling from her.
One hand snaked upwards, gripping her hip and pressing down so that she was unable to escape from the stimulation, the other coming to rest at her entrance as he gently slipped two fingers into her, an unsolicited moan coming out as his eyes slammed shut.
“Such a lovely girl,” Aesop said, voice thick with lust as he held her gaze and spoke against her flesh, fingers moving rhythmically as she keened and shouted, “You make such pretty noises for me, don’t you?”
When she didn’t respond, head slammed back against the oak, his tone darkened and he stopped his actions, raising a brow, “Don’t you, Liza?” It was a prompt that was not to be ignored, as his tone overruled the fog in her head, repetitive agreements leaving her as he restarted his ministrations.
Happy with her answer, he ate at her cunt with the urgency of a man starved, feeling the tension build in her as she shouted nonsensically, caught on the edge of an abyss. His hand moved upwards from her hip, playing with her nipple as she began to tense, anxiously waiting for his voice to fill her ears.
“Cum for me, little dove,” He murmured against her cunt, pinching her nipple as she froze, body exploding with heat and sensation, her orgasm crushing her.
Aesop was usually more patient, but the feeling of her cumming against his face made his cock burn so much it was almost painful, as he rose and tugged his trousers off, leaning his hips against the table as his cock rested against her. Eliza’s hips bucked upwards, an empty gaze drinking in the sight of his hard cock pressed so close to her. It was enough to make her whimper as he smiled softly, fingers stroking her hip.
“What do you want?” He asked earnestly, clinging to his last modicum of restraint.
Eliza giggled slightly, dizzy with anticipation, “Ruin me?” It's a plea wrapped in a joke and she barely has time to finish saying it before he’s balls deep inside of her, letting out his own groan at her drenched heat.
“Fuck,” A sigh as he begins to thrust, leaning down to cover her torso with kisses, “So beautiful,”
Eliza whined happily at that, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more friction as his cock stuffed her again and again.
Aesop was beginning to lose himself, the image of her obedient and mewling beneath him making him drunk on her, as he forced himself to keep the same leisurely pace.
“Faster,” Eliza moaned, more confident with his cock in her cunt, voice raspy.
“Beg,” His tone was like ice, cutting through her warmth and making her clench against him, her mind reeling. It was rare that he was so demanding, but when he was she found it difficult to deny him.
“Please,” She tried, blinking up at him.
“Louder,”
Eliza begged again, voice almost hoarse as she twinged around his cock.
“Good girl,” He murmured, speeding up, his hands crushing her hips as he pulled violently against her, making them both cry out, “My girl,”
“Yours,” She affirmed, smiling delightedly at his happy sigh, the word earning her a heavy kiss as he wrecked her cunt.
Very little filled the space other than their joined moans, as he lost himself in her, fucking into her with abandon, using her as she had asked. He loved owning her, as much as she loved being controlled in such a way, happy to relinquish her power to him. In the end she was the one with the power anyway, as he thrust desperately, wanting nothing more than to please her.
They were both so close, thrusts stuttering as he bit her shoulder, growling in her ear. The noise sent her over the edge, clenching painfully around him as she pulled him over, as he spilled roughly into her.
Aesop was quite certain that her cunt had stolen away his brain, as he stood trembling slightly with a mind made of mush. Eliza was much the same, slurred murmurs and huffing air, as he released her restraints, massaging her arms.
Gathering her up slowly, Aesop focused on cleaning her up and bundling her in soft fabric, nuzzling her cheeks as she played absentmindedly with his chest hair.
“You did so well, I am so proud of you,” His voice was like a hot knife through butter, the only thing keeping her aware as tiredness and bliss ate away at her senses, “Such a perfect girl, I am so lucky to have you,”
“I love you,” She managed, bumping her nose against his in a lazy attempt at a kiss.
“I love you too,” He replied automatically, curling them both onto the settee next to the fire, “Close those heavy eyes, little dove,”
Satisfied and safe, Eliza did as she was told, drifting into a dream as he rocked her and peppered her crown with kisses.
Perhaps running off in the rain wasn’t the worst thing after all, Aesop considered as he looked down at her, even as a slight sneeze tickled at his nose.
#aesop sharp x reader#aesop sharp#reader insert#hogwarts legacy#aesop sharp x oc#professor sharp#aesopsharp
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for the damaged track list
every chapter title from my ongoing aesop sharp & oc (mentor/mentee, platonic) fic for the damaged comes from a song. for ~personal~ reasons, i've compiled the songs here as a sort of playlist along with lyrics. this might appeal to 2 whole people. it is a very long post.
but hey, maybe we have similar music taste! you might like the fic.
featuring artists like: ethel cain, the national, men i trust, billy joel, angel olsen, thom yorke, car seat headrest, and more.
1 | for the damaged -> for the damaged by blonde redhead
Say you were me
Then you could see the view
You'll know we are equally damaged
2 | wounded arms must carry the load -> spitting off the edge of the world
I trace your steps
In the darkness of one
Am I what's left?
Silver lines whisper to me
"Wounded arms must carry the load"
3 | i swear that there's nothing up my sleeves -> unmade by thom yorke
Come under my wings, little bird
Come under my wings
Unmade, unmade
I swear that there's nothing up my sleeves
4 | there's comfort in lies -> comfort in lies by holy moly & the crackers
They're searching for you could someone slip through the disguise
Take back the blame replace the fame he's too wise
Piano's will play while I face the day with the sighs
There's comfort in lies
5 | you force your fire and then you falsify your deeds -> dlz by tv on the radio
You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost a lead,
6 | no one thought you had a lonely past -> tree amongst shrubs by men i trust
To know why no one asked
About your secret past
The pain to match your strength
And I now believe that no one thought
You had a lonely past
And pain to match your vein
7 | slow down, you're doing fine -> vienna by billy joel
Slow down, you're doin' fine
You can't be everything you wanna be before your time
8 | i'm a bad liar with a savior complex -> savior complex by phoebe bridgers
I'm a bad liar
With a savior complex
All the skeletons you hide
Show me yours, and I'll show you mine
9 | i don't have the strength to play nice -> social cues by cage the elephant
Story of child left behind
Choose your favorite vice
I don't have the strength to play nice
10 | whatever makes me a modern girl -> girlhood by the preatures
Yeah, I tear myself apart for kicks, for you
Whatever makes me a modern girl
11 | and though my hands are much too small to hold you up -> small hands by radical face
And all the anchors that they hid inside your chest
We will unravel all of the chains
And toss the remnants all down the drain
And all my hands are much too small to hold you up
I will be there to pick up the pieces
And keep you housed while you bend them up
12 | i've seen the writing on the wall -> something on your mind by angel olsen
Maybe another day you'll want to feel another way, you can't stop crying
You haven't got a thing to say, you feel you want to run away
There's no use trying, anyway
I've seen the writing on the wall
13 | i fell in love with avoiding problems (and that was the problem) -> come on mess me up by cub sport
Inside was kind of misty, I knew none of the history
I found comfort
I fell in love with avoiding problems
And that was the problem
14 | a little trust and your time -> balance by future islands
You can change your life
It just takes time
A little trust and your time
15 | and I swear I am a good kid -> same same by waax
I guess I lose again in the same way
I like habitual mistakes
And I swear I am a good kid
16 | you can never tell the truth, but you can tell something that sounds like it -> happy news for sadness by car seat headrest
You can never tell the truth
But you can tell something that sounds like it
I liked you better when you hated yourself
Every time I think about love
I think about me thinking about you
17 | anyone who knows what love is will understand -> walking on a string by matt berninger and phoebe bridgers
In a web, I can't escape it
You'll always warm your way back in
To my lonesome soul and take it
You've always had me walking on a string
18 | nothing compares to the sound of your violence -> sound of violence by other lives
Great destroyer, you plant the seed
Winner's guilt and the loser's grief, but
Nothing compares to the sound of their violence
19 | take my heart and burn it down -> burn it down (rework) by boy harsher
Take my heart
And pull me down
20 | low lays the devil in me -> low lays the devil by the veils
You've got to live with yourself
So baby don't look back (don't look back!)
High as the heavenly sea
Low lays the devil in me
21 | we kill our way to heaven -> kill our way to heaven by michl
We would say anything just to hear what we want
Right or wrong
Then we lie to be forgiven
We would sell anything just to buy who we're not
Any cost
We kill our way to heaven
22 | everything's weird and we're always in danger -> you were a kindness by the national
You were a kindness when I was a stranger
But I wouldn't ask for what I didn't need
Everything's weird and we're always in danger
Why would you shatter somebody like me?
23 | haven't I given enough? -> gilded lily by cults
Haven't I given enough, given enough?
Haven't I given enough, given enough?
Always the fool with the slowest heart
But I know you'll take me with you
24 | you love blood too much, but not like I do -> ptolemaea by ethel cain
You love blood too much
But not like I do
Not like I do
...
What fear a man like you brings upon a woman like me
Please, don't look at me
I can see it in your eyes, he keeps looking at me
Tell me, what have you done?
25 | i wanna be the one who kills the man who hurt you -> killer by palehound
When you winced and turned your head
And wept, that's when I knew
That it's not enough to run that dog out of this town
My weapon's cold in the backseat
Hunt that monster down.
I wanna be the one who kills the man who hurt you, darling
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Nurse Aesop Drabble
Aesop looks after sick reader, in honour of me being v sick.
Aesop Sharp was used to a world tinted by pain, the sensation having a grasp on his life for the past decade, despite his attempts to vanquish it. Though each day presented a fresh challenge, the remembrance of such an ache a stain on each morning, he struggled more so to see those he cared for in a similar state.
One day, on a particularly sticky summer morning, Aesop found himself awake in the early hours with a blissfully small amount of agony to distract him. Unfortunately, you lay next to him with pink cheeks and a contorted brow, body shivering against an imagined iciness. Gently, he placed his calloused palm on your forehead, frowning at the clammy warmth he found.
Attempting to move with caution and grace, he shoved back the blankets and gripped the aged wood of the bedside table, quietly limping over to his eclectic collection of medicinal potions. Bottles clinked together as he winced at the sudden sound, turning anxiously to check you had not stirred, a rush of relief leaving his lips. A small bundle of elixirs and salves sat in his hands, as he moved towards the small sink in his adjacent bathroom.
The water spluttered out, lukewarm from the sun’s gaze, the steady stream cooling after a few moments of consistency, as a small towel drank in the cold water. Wringing the fabric of the excess, Aesop took his collection and made his way back to you. Placing the items on your table, he frowned down at your delirious form, stuck in sleep though your eyes attempted to blearily open. His hand resting the flannel on your forehead had you wincing, an unhappy cry echoing in the room, your body shocked by the difference in temperature.
“I’m here,” Aesop murmured, voice still thick with sleep, “I’ve got you, love,”
“Hurts” You said, flinching away from his touch, “That’s too cold,”
“It’s going to help,” He responded, moving the towel down to your neck, “Take a breath,”
Strained air rattled through your lungs as your body adjusted, craving the coolness you had just dismissed, leaning into the damp fabric. His free hand came to rest in your hair, scratching slightly as he stroked it back in a gentle rhythm, causing you to hum.
“What hurts the most?” Aesop asked, continuing to press the flannel into your burning flesh. When you didn’t respond, he tugged on your jaw, pulling your cloudy gaze to his, his voice slightly louder, “Answer me, darling,”
“Chest,” You croaked, a sneeze rocking your whole body, a sad little whimper slipping out at such an aggressive movement.
A blue, sparkling vial was pressed to your lips out of nowhere, a groan of frustration leaving you at the absence of his hand from your hair, as he held the potion impatiently to your lips.
“Drink up,”
“No, thank you,”
His voice hardened again, “Drink it, now,”
You nodded, swallowing the vile potion with a frown.
You were rewarded with several kisses to your cheeks and nose, his stubble rubbing against your face as you nuzzled into him.
Over the next few minutes he encouraged you to drink several other things, a similar reward following each one, as your body slowly began to drift into a warm and hazy calm, the potions soothing your aches and burns, everything becoming a colourful kaleidoscope behind your eyelids.
“‘M floating,” You laughed, as Aesop realised a second too late that his pain potions were seriously overqualified for this sort of ailment, a silly smile resting on your lips.
“That’s my girl,” He laughed slightly, kissing your forehead as he climbed back into bed, pulling you onto him as your cheek burrowed into his chest hair, “Rest now, I’ll keep you safe,”
“I love you,” it is whispered, a slur dragging out the words.
“Sweet Dreams, Firefly,”
#aesop sharp x reader#aesop sharp#reader insert#hogwarts legacy#aesop sharp x oc#professor sharp#harry potter#sickness#illness
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Been having a hoot and a half on the Aesop Sharp discord
@v1cv1c@aesopsharpmybeloved @empyreanroses @ynyseira @1920sladydectective @ryehoneyandinkstains @smutthutt @dreambender96 @iamintoomanyfandoms @secretaccountforfandomlurking @rebeca-r @fizzlewick @sharpcroft @misssugarcat
And of course@100jewels- between-teeth whenever the shadow ban is lifted! 💖
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A Table for Two (Part One) 7.5K
She had to orchestrate them seeing each other again, and the best way to do that was force him to collect books for her.
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Aesop Sharp's fifteen year old daughter tries matchmaking her father with the new Bookseller in Hogsmeade to distract him from the news that she's dating Garreth Weasley
There were many things that Aesop Sharp struggled with, an entire list in fact, including a lame leg, career pivot and endlessly idiotic adolescents. The thing he struggled with most though, you ask? Parenting his fifteen year old daughter, who unfortunately for him, was a perfect amalgamation of all of his most cunning and mischievous traits, paired with her mother’s beauty and charm. Every day felt like an invisible battle he couldn’t quite understand and though he had been doing it for a decade and a half, walking around with his heart outside of his chest, placing all of his love with her was a fearful feeling.
Edelyn Vanora Sharp was his pride and joy. He was also quite certain she was sent from some kind of warped Hell to torment him.
Ever since she was very young, she had been daring and adventurous. Crawling across floors away from her parents, only to be scooped up, or climbing so far into a tree that she was unsure of how to get down, it only became harder for him to monitor her as she aged, especially since the death of her mother. She wasn’t old enough to remember her, a gentle and soft woman with her same emerald eyes and boisterous laugh, but she knew that she was a mixture of her parents and though he was rarely open about things, he would always share stories of her mother with her.
Edelyn Sharp was in a truly awful predicament. She was in love, which in all honesty was rather lovely, but it was who she loved that posed the problem. After years of bickering and easy friendship, she had had the misfortune of falling in love with Garreth Weasley. This wasn’t a bad thing at all, he was just a tad reckless, until she considered her father and then her life seemed to be neatly engulfed in flames.
She was certain that she should have been overjoyed when Garreth asked her on a date, she accepted after all, but now as she lay in her bedroom next to her father’s staring at the dark blue ceiling, she could only fathom the damage control needed for the boy to survive to the end of the term, she didn’t have the mental capacity to think beyond then. There were nine days before the date, due to thankfully busy schedules and Edelyn estimated that she had perhaps a month after that before her father would notice something amiss. That estimate was incredibly generous, and relied on everyone keeping their bloody mouths shut.
Having not slept a wink, she sat tugging roughly on her hair as she debated what to do with herself. It was Friday, she had Charms and Defence, then a free afternoon. Poppy had been yammering about a new bookshop that had opened in Hogsmeade a few days ago, and she had a hankering to see it. Donning her blue robes, Edelyn rushed down to the Great Hall, where her friends and father already sat eating breakfast.
“Tough night?” Natty asked, passing her the eggs as Edelyn stared dazedly at them.
“Didn’t sleep at all, considering you know what,” She grunted, fistfuls of food hovering around her mouth but never quite making it in.
Natty snorted, as Poppy just smiled, both girls fully aware of the ridiculousness of her life. They had been there when Garreth asked her out, in the Transfiguration Courtyard last week as the little group of girls had sat studying in the tentative sunshine.
“Anyway,” Edelyn said, hanging on the word for a few beats too long, “Do you want to come to that new bookstore with me today, Pops?”
“Ugh, Bugger, I can't. I've already agreed to help Howin later,” The Hufflepuff grunted.
“Books or Beasts, who will win?” Natty mumbled as both girls reached out to flick her ear.
“Fuck you then,” Edelyn groaned.
“Take your Dad, might make him chill out around you for a bit,” Poppy suggested with a bright beam, as the words turned over in Edelyn’s head.
That actually wasn’t the worst idea, books were her main connection point with her father and it might mellow him enough that she could add another few days to her doomageddon timeline. Standing with a sudden purpose, she waved away her friends and glided over to where her father miserably sat attempting to avoid breakfast small talk with Ronen.
“Professor Ronen,” Edelyn smiled gently down at her Charms Professor, though he acted more like a well meaning Grandfather, incredibly invested in the every rise and fall of her life.
“Eda,” He bellowed happily, “What news do you bring, Dear girl?”
She let out a little snort, “No news, I was just coming to ask Dad if he fancied scoping out the new bookshop in Hogsmeade this afternoon, as you don’t have the Seventh Years today,”
Sharp let out an indecisive little groan, pausing in his ordered mouthfuls, “Come to my classroom around two thirty, I shall let you know then,”
She nodded, giving Ronen another smile as he stood, “We may as well walk together, considering,”
Ronen nodded back, grasping a small pile of parchment she recognised as their essays, and gestured for her to lead the way, as they each mumbled goodbyes to her father.
Charms and Defence passed with very little fanfare. She scored excellently on both subject’s essays, which brought her a subtle sort of joy at the knowledge that she was succeeding as much as was expected of her, which would also make her father more lenient in the number of books she could buy later. Luckily for her, Garreth was nowhere near her, as their delicate situation would have fizzled under Hecat’s sharp gaze.
Aesop found himself surprised by his daughter’s offer, yet touched all the same. Spending time with Edelyn at this age was tricky, he always felt like he was on the back foot when it came to remembering how she wished to be treated. She had a ferocious temper, one of the unfortunate traits she had inherited from him, and their arguments were legendary. All that to be said, in the quiet of their shared chambers they would bond over books and chess, both avidly researching new theories and publications. Some of his fondest memories were of her proving him wrong, which was an odd feeling to have. Above all else, she seemed completely unphased by his leg beyond a deep sadness that he felt pain. Where shame and anger sat with him, only unyielding love rested in her. Despite their differences, Aesop felt it important that he try as hard as she was, so despite the niggling burn in his thigh, he would venture to the bookshop.
Soon enough, two thirty came and Edelyn stumbled into the Potions classroom, blowing frizzy black waves out of her eyes with a frustrated grunt.
“Papa?” She called quietly, as the man emerged from his office with a light smile.
“Shall we get going then, Edie?” Aesop said, gathering his possessions and a small pouch of powder, “You don’t mind if we take the Floo?”
“Course not, Pa,” She said, excitement fraying her movements as she took a pinch and firmly stated the Hogsmeade Square, suddenly engulfed in fiery green shimmers.
Aesop followed after, his wand locking the classroom room firmly behind him.
Hogsmeade was always a hub of activity, but in the sunshine that early spring brought, people were out in droves to buy new clothes, explore the surrounding fields or indulge in a nice Butterbeer. There was a slight buzz surrounding the new bookshop too, a large shop painted a stunning burnt orange, with visibly hand painted books and flowers covering the wood, a few even on the glass of the display window. Above the artwork the sign simply read ‘Once’ which seemed to amuse her father for reasons she didn’t quite understand. Storming ahead, she allowed her father to move at his own pace, as she rushed towards the shiny new Muggle novels.
Aesop regarded the shop quizzically, almost baffled by such an affronting colour, though a minor artist himself he could not argue with the painting’s beauty. Stepping in, he realised they must have come at a lull, as other than himself and Edelyn there was only one another patron, and a woman behind an ornate wooden till with her back to him. Her hair was a similar colour to the paint and it made him snort, as he took in the eclectic selection on offer. Sunlight fractured into tinted colours through the window as the woman turned, her eye catching his, as his breath caught in his throat.
Eliza Fisher wasn’t quite sure what had come over her when she decided three months ago to pack up her job as a Cursebreaker and move to Hogsmeade to open a bookshop, but she had done it now and there was no going back. Her parents were long since dead, something she had sat with as well as a young woman could, and she was lucky for the freedom her situation afforded her. It had always been a girlhood dream, but feeling it actualised as she finished the tender brush strokes of forgetmenots and daisies, made her feel a fizzy melancholy. Though she had never been here before, her parents choosing to home educate her for reasons she never quite understood, she felt a familiarness, an ease she had been chasing her whole life. Here, in a quaint wizarding village, she was quite certain she had found purpose in the form of bound pages and happy faces.
Grateful for such a wealthy inheritance, Eliza had spent the month since purchasing the huge premises renovating it and decorating her modest two bedroom flat above. With each lick of colour and fully itemised shelf, the space came alive. For weeks, the shop’s name had plagued her, until she settled on ‘Once; a calm and slightly amusing adage to the structure of all classic fables and stories. The opening had been hectic, filled with bustling curiosity as she attempted to greet everyone with kindness, ready to answer any question or bundle any books in parchment. Sales had been fantastic, with a slight lull in the afternoons afforting her a chance to re catalogue. It was an all consuming hobby, and though she felt safe, there was a slight anxiousness that she would not be able to make friends with so little free time. She had bonded well with Sirona, the proprietor of the Three Broomsticks, but had struggled to meet people beyond the etched carvings of her desk.
The bell rang with three cheery hums, as she carefully made her dissent down the ladder with a pile of books in her grasp, pivoting on her heel. Looking up, her eyes caught a warm brown gaze, as the inquisitive look of the most attractive man she had ever seen made her mind blank.
Eyes locked, air heavy, thousands of questions.
The door slammed and Eliza startled, her neatly catalogued books tumbling to the ground.
Equally shocked from his reprieve, Sharp found himself rushing forward to help despite his leg’s protests, as muddled hands entwined around a now slightly damaged copy of Pride and Prejudice.
“Oh, I am so sorry,” Eliza said, words threatening to bubble out of her as her cheeks burned, “I really am too clumsy for my own good,”
“No, of course not,” Aesop replied, voice firm, “I startled you, please let me purchase those as an apology,”
“You’d read Pride and Prejudice?” She asked, slightly incredulous as she relinquished her grip on the pile to him, nervously brushing back her hair as she hazarded a glance at him. As handsome as her initial assessment then, an expanse of broad lines smoothed by the soft tufts of brown hair and patchy stubble lining his jaw, his eyes crinkled in the sunlight.
“I’m sure my daughter would,” He said noncommittally, focused intently on her rosy, freckles cheeks as she stammered and smiled. The slight burn in his ribs caught him by surprise, as rushes of interest and attraction stirred, long since dormant and confusing.
Amidst the commotion, Edelyn had turned, watching the interaction with an odd kind of fascination as something began to spin in the back of her mind.
As they stabilised from the startled introduction of names and Aesop insisting he buy the damaged books, he got to make the quip he’d been sitting on for five minutes, “Once?”
“Upon a time,” Eliza finished, a grin etched on her face, making her glow.
“Ran out of paint to finish the sign?” His smirk deepened, as she scowled goodnaturedly, shaking her head in fabricated frustration.
“I think we both know the answer to that, Mr Fables,” She let out a delightful giggle.
His eyes widened, though he supposed it was the most obvious thing in the entire world that he was named after the fables, especially to someone in her profession, “Professor Fables, if you will,”
It was her turn to be surprised, “A Hogwarts man, what do you teach?”
“Potions,”
“Ah, that’ll explain it then,”
“What?”
“The foreboding aura of a man constantly brewing trouble,”
Aesop couldn’t help but laugh, utterly disarmed by this bumbling, sarcastic witch with a toothy grin and hair like fire. Remembering himself, he glanced away and caught Edelyn’s passive gaze.
The chemistry was palpable and as she observed, Edelyn felt a candle light spontaneously in her brain. The best way to distract her father from her love life was to stimulate his own and the pretty bookseller had presented herself as the perfect candidate, delivered on a silver tray. Despite the convenience of it, seeing her father flustered and captivated by a woman was completely new territory. The Ex-Auror who taught her how to defend herself at seven or screeched at people’s foolhardiness in Potion brewing did not blush or twitch. Fighting through the befuddlement of such a sight, she considered her next course of action. All that was left for her to do was get Garreth on board with her plan, as she continued to survey the two adults, slowly moving towards them.
Aesop regarded his daughter, as she came to stand next to him with a pile as tall as her arms length of books, nodding to Eliza.
“Hello,” Her voice was calm and pointed, “I’m Edelyn Sharp, I see you’ve met my father,”
“Pleasure to meet you, you have quite the selection there,” Eliza said, nodding to the younger girl as her eyes scanned the spines for titles, “Is there anything else you’re searching for?”
“I think that’s certainly more than enough,” Aesop answered for Edelyn, raising a brow towards the girl as she sheepishly grinned.
Eliza stifled a laugh, taking the piles of books and wrapping them with precision, moving fluidly as she took the handful of galleons Aesop offered her.
The interaction simmered out from there, with a few loaded glances and murmurs, as Edelyn dragged her father out of the shop.
“Well, it was very nice in there,” Aesop said, mind far away as they stumbled towards Honeydukes.
“You certainly seemed to get something out of it,” Edelyn said, hugging the books to her chest as she basked in the sun, following him down the path.
Not wanting to rock the boat with too much probing, Edelyn allowed him to drag her around the sweetshop as she picked a few sweets here and there. He gathered all the usual suspects, toffees and jellybeans, a sherbet or two and some licorice. She could never understand his particular proclivity to the sweet, sour and pungent, but his mood seemed more risen than she ever could have hoped.
After a surprisingly pleasant afternoon together, Edelyn found herself searching for Garreth in the throng of people messily eating in the Great Hall. The ginger haired young man sat eating corn, as Edelyn flicked a piece of parchment to him with a time and place, causing the Gryffindor to raise his eyebrows in surprise.
For twenty minutes she sat gnawing on food, as she waited for the population to thin slightly, each minute dragging more slowly than the last. Finally, in an alcove in the Astronomy Tower, the pair sat whispering to each other.
“Sorry, Edie, What?” Garreth frowned, trying to grapple with the Ravenclaw’s words, “We’re setting up your Dad?”
“It’s ingenious, Garreth,” She rambled, “He won’t be able to focus on scrutinising us when he’s dating himself, so we’ll be able to interact in peace,”
“I wasn’t quite aware it would be this complex, love,” he licked his lips, contemplating her ideas, “Will he really mind that much?”
“Yes,” Edelyn said, gripping his hands, “Yes he will, you are the very bane of his existence, Gar,”
“That’s a fair summary, I suppose, though in my defence I am just a master Potioneer in the making,”
Edelyn rolled her eyes, shaking his shoulders in order to hold his attention, “I need that plotting mind to help me do this, but we have to be subtle Garreth, do you know what that word means?”
“I’ll try, for you,” He huffed, smiling down at her, “On that note, I’ve got to go and do some homework before I get stuck in Detention again and am unable to help,”
Edelyn grinned at that, standing on stiff legs as she squeezed his shoulder and then rushed off to the Faculty Tower.
Though it had appeared odd to her year group for the first few months of First Year that she stayed in the adult quarters with her father, the novelty had long since passed and just became fact, for which she was grateful. The first few nights she had spent in her assigned Ravenclaw dormitory had not been pretty, and by the week’s end she had moved back into her bedroom. It felt wrong to be removed from her father, despite the fact that they rarely had the chance to interact, and she desperately craved the comfort of her deep navy walls. As she opened the door into their little living room, her eyes fixed to the few empty spots on the bookshelf by her father’s desk.
She had to orchestrate them seeing each other again, and the best way to do that was force him to collect books for her. Plan cemented, she curled into her bed and began to read the slightly dented copy of Pride and Prejudice, curious to see what this Muggle book could hold.
Saturday was a new day, one which yielded the possibility of progress, as Edelyn haphazardly dressed and made sloppy note of the books her father was missing. Stealing toast from her father’s abandoned plate by the fire, she grabbed her hat and slipped out of the chambers, humming a slight tune as her feet slammed rhythmically onto the creaking wood.
Hogsmeade was in a similar state as the day before, though the calmness of the slightly colder morning still clung to the air, as she marched with purpose towards the shining, orange beacon. Again, the bell chimed, as Edelyn surveyed the books again, feeling a joy stir in her chest.
Eliza stood chatting quietly with an older witch, as she handed her piles of books on herbs and cooking, the thought making her stomach growl as she glanced up at the noise, slight panic stirring in her as she recognised the customer as the daughter of the handsome Professor from yesterday. Eliza fiddled with her hands, mind bringing forth the image of the tall man (not that it took much recollection, she could think of little else) as she pretended to dust the stock behind her.
“Miss Eliza?” Edelyn said, voice hesitant as she found herself in front of the desk, staring at the woman’s back. She really did have the most magnificent hair, tumbling curls of auburn and gold.
Eliza turned slowly, glancing down at the raven haired girl, “Oh, hello again! H-How,” a cough, “How can I help you?”
“I have a list of books for my father,” She murmured, “Some you’ll have to order in I think,”
“Yes of course,” Nervous flittering as she unintentionally snatched the paper from the younger girl, eyes scanning the list as her mind thought quickly, “I have two of them here, as for the others, your assessment was correct, they will probably take up to a week as I doubt I’ll be able to source them from the same place,”
“That’s fine,” a few moments as she stared at the older woman, “Is it alright to pay half and settle the bill when I come to collect?”
More overly enthusiastic nodding as Eliza noted everything down, slotting it into quite possibly the largest filing system Edelyn had even seen. Handing Edelyn the two thick Potioneers books, she grinned at the small girl, “Hope he likes them, send your father my love,”
Edelyn nodded back, giggling slightly as she rushed out of the shop.
Eliza was as red as beetroot, biting her cheeks and mumbling all manner of foul language under her breath as her anxiousness took hold. What had possessed her to say something so ridiculous? She’d only met the man the once for Merlin’s sake.
Later that evening, as Aesop prepared the weekly meal for the two of them and she finished some Arithmancy homework, Edelyn kept glancing at the small parcel obscured by her feet as he plated up and seasoned with the usual precision with which he brewed. The meal was lovely as usual and he couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s vulgar mouth compared with her perfect posture and table manners. It had been many a moon since he had tried to dissuade swearing in their private chambers, considering how often he was prone to using them himself and he despised being a hypocrite.
After she had washed the plates with a flick of her wrist, Edelyn and Aesop retired to their respective armchairs, with tea and firewhisky placed on the shared end table, as she gripped the brown package paper and handed him the lump without a word.
His brow furrowed, as he tugged on the soft twine, “More books Edie, really?”
She waited until he had scanned the spines, eyes wide, before giggling, “For you, Papa, as you were a tad preoccupied...with me yesterday,” a long beat, “I had her reserve another three for you, Miss Eliza sends her love to you,”
“She did?” It was too fast for him to stop it, as visions of blue eyes and rosy cheeks battered his warm and tired mind.
“Yes, she said she’d keep them behind the counter for you, and that she’d look forward to seeing you,” Edelyn realised she was laying it on a tad thick, but her father’s dazed expression seemed encouraging.
“Me?” He asked quietly, “But you ordered them, Edie-girl, why would I be collecting them?”
“I have all these O.W.L.s mock examinations remember Papa, I’ll be far too busy revising,”
“Oh, of course,” Aesop was murmuring to himself, as she bit back a laugh, flicking through the pages as more images of the bright, enchanting bookseller bore themselves to him, “I’ll collect them whenever necessary,”
Their evening progressed as most Saturday’s did, both buried in books as drinks flowed and they would occasionally read a passage to each other, laughing at similar jokes until the yawns would interrupt them and they crawled to bed, after a tender kiss to the head and a warm embrace.
A few days later, on the coldest day of the week, Aesop found himself grumpily trudging through the town, uncharacteristic nervousness fizzling in his fingertips as he shoved the orange door open, eyes darting in search of his target. She was in a royal blue gown today that made her look like a running waterfall, flowing and ethereal as he choked on air once again. He was almost certain that she must use a fair share of products from someone such as Snelling to receive such an effect, yet her face was not shrouded by the appearance of such lacquer, as he gazed into her eyes.
“Professor,” “Miss Eliza,” They rambled over each other, bridging the gap as they both tried to take hold of the situation.
“You’re here for the books your daughter ordered? She said it would be her collecting,” Eliza said, sending him a smirk as she bent over to search through the crates.
“Y-yes,” a grumble as his eyes tried to look anywhere else than the round, suppl-”She delegated to me, lots of school this time of year, she’s a very hard working girl,”
“I’ve heard that is the general nature of Ravenclaws. Are you also that way inclined?” Somehow she was still bent over, words mumbled, tugging aggressively on a particularly heavy tome.
“No, I am a Slytherin myself, though she has a ridiculously keen mind much like her mother did,” Sharp gulped slightly, eyes betraying him as he looked, body hot as she stood up oblivious to his struggle, eyes bright as ever, “y-You?”.
“Oh, I was educated at home by my mother, but if I were to guess I’d say I would have been a Hufflepuff,” She answered, slamming the books down on the wood as the air made her hair bounce upwards slightly.
“I second that conclusion,” He said, leaning against the carved wood as he grinned down at her, some sense returning to his mind. Aesop refused to let an innocent bookseller get the better of him.
“So Edelyn’s mother is a Ravenclaw, does that make you always outnumbered by intelligent women?”
“Christine passed away before Edelyn was four, so I did not have the fortune of seeing them together,” Aesop said, voice light as he gently delivered the words. For all his faults and misunderstandings, he knew how to communicate death and grief.
“I see,” Eliza said, voice measured and soft, as she pondered her conflicting feelings of the man paired with the new information, “I’m sorry for your loss, and I am sure you are doing a wonderful job with her, she is a delight,”
He laughed, crackling and warm, “She has her moments, but she is a teenager after all,”
Eliza blushed, unable to keep his gaze as she fingered the twine bow, “Indeed,” she handed the books to him, “There you are. Can I sort anything else for you?”
Aesop paused, licking his bottom lip lightly, “Thank you very much,” He took the books and tucked them under his arm, “Speaking of teenagers, I was hoping to order some textbooks for my Seventh years and perhaps a new book for Edie?”
Eliza jotted the name of the textbook and the quantity needed, before scanning her shelves, “Anything specific in mind for Edie?”
“She devoured that Prejudice book, so perhaps more by the same author or a similar ilk?” He said, following her gaze.
“Bold of a father to let a daughter read something so romantic, I admire that, Pride and Prejudice is a favourite of mine too,”
Aesop didn’t exactly want to explain that he hadn’t known the book’s content and was now reticent to purchase more, so instead adopted a different angle, “I’ve heard it’s a favourite amongst many, what exactly makes it so special?”
As she floated from shelf to shelf, Eliza laughed into her chest, fingers brushing across a cover of the aforementioned book as she pinched two of its companions, “What isn’t special about a tall, handsome man admitting his faults and changing them to marry a girl? I daresay that is what most women long for, with varying success,” her eyes had come to rest on his frizzy hair, smile settling.
“I see,” a hasty drag of air, “Reflects poorly on us gentlemen, understandably,”
“Do something to change it then,” Eliza’s voice held an edge, a sword wrapped in cotton as she jabbed it at him, eyes shining as she confirmed her selections, “We have a few here, but if she enjoyed P&P, I recommend Emma,”
“Emma sounds suitable, thank you,” Aesop’s answer was a daze, his mind trying to keep up with the onslaught of new information the women seemed to present without even realising it.
“Marvellous, now school books are discounted for Staff, so that’s a little bit of joy for your day,” She said, applying the lessened fee to his new Potions books and Edelyn’s gift, even as he attempted to stop her, resulting in a momentary staring contest which he promptly lost.
“You’re too kind, Miss Eliza,” Aesop said, “You are definitely ensuring mine and my daughter’s business,”
She blushed at that, without a response as he took his items and left, his gait slow and hesitant, wanting to stay in her presence for longer, to talk to her until she rested in the silence she found herself in.
Aesop was aware he was in trouble, as he limped through the biting air towards the floo point, his mind playing her words on repeat as he found himself back in his classroom with very little recollection of the events in between.
Hours later, after the bookshop closed, Eliza found herself in the Three Broomsticks.
To say that Sirona noticed the behaviour of the bookseller was an understatement. They had met on the evening Eliza had moved to Hogsmeade, sharing a Butterbeer and one too many stories for simple acquaintances. Since then the pair had remained friends and customers to each other’s services in equal measure. A book for a beer was always a pretty arrangement, but now as Eliza sat fiddling with the foam atop her glass with distant eyes and warm cheeks, Sirona found herself sighing into a tea towel.
“Who’s the gentleman?”
“What?” Eliza startled, firmly grasping her pint glass to stop it tumbling all over the bar.
“We aren’t twelve, Fisher. Who’s the man that has you all dreamy eyed and vacant?” Sirona’s hand rested on her hip as she bore down on the redhead with single minded focus.
Her friend’s stare triggered a gulp from Eliza as she avoided the woman’s gaze, “Well, it’s awkward and I am certain you’ll know him so I’m not telling you,”
“Is this the same woman who told me exactly why her ex-partner was awful in bed after half a drink?”
“You said you wouldn’t bring that up, Sirona,” Eliza said, voice shrill as she swatted at the barmaid, before shushing her voice to a whisper, “But since you asked so nicely, it’s Professor Sharp,”
Loud, disruptive laughter echoed as Eliza shrank away from her, frowning, “Oh holy hells, you are buggered,”
“Don’t say that, stop,” Eliza whined, gulping back her drink as she looked away.
Sirona did not stop, instead she spent several minutes relaying parts of Sharp’s personality to further solidify Eliza’s anxiousness around the man, “You said he smiled at you? I don’t think he’s smiled at me in years and we’re friends,” a pause, “So, perhaps we might deduce from that, that you aren’t doomed, maybe your affections are returned,”
“It’s all complicated, I am making a mountain out of a molehill,” Eliza said to herself, tracing shapes in the spillage on the bar Sirona had yet to mop up, “I’ve met him twice and he has been lovely, but I do not involve myself with men anymore, especially ones with daughters,”
“Edelyn is lovely, Eliza,” Sirona answered, slightly puzzled by her friend’s train of thought.
“Exactly,” She replied, stress leaking out of her voice, “I don’t want to disturb their relationship or become attached to her and then have things with her father end badly!” another pause as she drained her glass, “What the fuck am I even rambling about? There is no ‘thing with her father’”
Sirona simply refilled the glass and stroked back her friend’s hair, a gentle smile on her usually dull face, before going off to tidy the mess around the pub.
Eliza’s forehead met the sticky wooden slab of the bar, as she let out a distressed groan.
Aesop was not faring much better, staring at the flames of his fireplace as he forlornly realised he had barely done any marking and it wasn’t likely any would be completed soon. Edelyn had loved her gift, disappearing into her bedroom to devour it, leaving him trapped with her.
Eliza seemed to dance across his mind as easily as the fire did in its hearth, her words sticking into him. She seemed almost otherworldly, her beauty and gentleness captivating, as he tried to recite potion ingredients. He barely knew her, had only shared two hasty conversations and yet he was so desperate to hear more. He wanted her perspective on everything and he wanted to see her like he had before, bent over beneath him but with very little cloth-
“Papa?” Edelyn had slipped out of her room, holding her book with an odd glint in her eyes.
“E-Edie,” The image of a naked Eliza slipped away from him, cheeks aching with heat as he beckoned his daughter forward, “Did you need something?”
“I just wanted to check on you, see if you fancied a game of Chess,”
“Of course, though you are becoming a tad too good for my tastes,” He said, attempting to recover.
Edelyn snorted as she gathered all the pieces and placed them onto the end table with a simple Accio, “You’re just getting too comfortable, Old man,”
He absolutely thrashed her in retaliation to that comment, though she did not make it easy, constantly bringing up the one thing he hoped to avoid.
“I’m surprised you managed to pick such a good book, Papa, doesn’t seem like your genre,” Edelyn said, brows raised as she placed a pawn forward.
“I do admit I had help from Miss Eliza,” He blinked back her smile, “She seemed excited that you enjoyed the previous novel,”
“She’s ever so helpful,” Knight stole his pawn, he did not flinch, “She seems to get on well with you,”
“What does that mean, Edie?” He murmured back, stealing her bishop.
Panic flared slightly as she retreated, not wanting to reveal her hand too soon, “You just seem to like chatting to her, Papa, she’s knowledgeable,”
“That she is, she also seems to always have a view on everything,” Aesop replied, smirking slightly as snippets of her voice echoed in his head, “But I am glad to see her bookshop thriving, it is a sweet little addition to Hogsmeade,”
Edelyn nodded along with her father’s words, frowning at the shambles the board as in as she attempted to work around him, both in Chess and real life, “She seems a tad lonely though, from what I’ve seen and heard,”
“Oh?”
“Pops was saying she’s there all by herself all day every day, never another helper and that she lives above the shop by herself, Edelyn said, twirling her Rook between her fingertips, “I do hope she’s making friends,”
“I suppose I hadn’t thought of it like that,” Her father replied, picturing the bubbly bookseller lonely and bored, “Though I can’t imagine her friendless Edie, she’s far too kind,”
“Might be nice for you to try to talk to her more often though, you’re not exactly overwhelmed with friends,”
“Edelyn!” His voice resounded out slightly harsher than he’d intended, eyes snapping up to his daughter.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” The girl said meekly, admitting defeat in both areas for now.
There was a heavy silence before he spoke again, tone softer, “I’ll consider it, now to bed with you,”
Though he doubted his daughter was aware of his internal romantic battle, her words had spurred his thoughts all the same, as he lay in his bed running it through in his head. His dreams were filled with Eliza.
Somehow, much to Edelyn’s surprise, Sunday had arrived. Garreth was scheduled to meet her by the school gates at noon and they were going to head off for a stroll and then perhaps a pint or two at The Three Broomsticks. She told herself she wasn’t nervous, as she pinned back waves and shined her boots, but the tremor in her hand and her jumbled thoughts spoke volumes. Evading her father, she slipped to the meeting spot, bouncing on her heels as he walked up to her looking as dashing as ever.
Gripping her hand, Garreth tugged her towards the floo point and with mumbled words they were gone. Landing in the plush fields of Upper Hogsfield, they grinned at one another as they anxiously began their date.
Aesop’s supply room was receiving a much needed overhaul and to his chagrin, it was missing things for no discernible reason. Or rather, the reason was a certain ginger fifth year who he would eventually take great pleasure in gutting like a fish. Unable to do such a thing yet, the Potions Master realised that he instead would have to venture to Pippins for the extra ingredients. Gathering his possessions and shopping list, he locked everything back up and made his way to Hogsmeade.
Garreth let out a loud sneeze half way through a sentence, as they climbed over a short stole wall, letting out a quip that made Edelyn giggle, “Must have been your dad cursing me somewhere,”
“He wouldn’t curse you if you stopped stealing from him,”
“I am innocent on all charges, Miss Sharp,”
Laughter mingled as they continued their walk, arms linked.
Pippins was in sight as he forced his leg to stop whining, the door swinging open as Aesop found himself staring at a back that he recognised all too quickly.
Pippin glanced up at him from behind the counter, “Just a second, Sharp,”
Aesop gulped as Eliza’s head whipped around, their eyes meeting as she bit her lip ever so slightly, “Professor, Hello!”
“He might be the person to ask actually, Miss,” Pippin interjected their meagre greeting, turning to the man, "She is in need of a pain salve, but I am out, I don’t suppose you have any?”
Aesop rolled his eyes at the older man’s heavy handed wink, hand diving into his pocket until he felt the coolness of the small circular tin, tugging it out and offering it to the bookseller, “Of course I do, Perry, as you well know! I do hope you’re alright, Miss Eliza?”
She took the offer gratefully, reaching for a handful of galleons, “I am well, just a victim of my own clumsiness, how much will I owe you?”
Aesop couldn’t resist a scoff at that, “Nothing at all,”
“But,”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” He said, fixing her with a stare that disarmed her, warm blossoming in her stomach, “You have been more than kind and I am in bountiful supply of the stuff, take it,”
She nodded, eyes wide as she rubbed a small amount of the salve on her wrist, stepping to the side to allow him to step towards Pippin, “I shall take my leave then gentlemen, I hope to see you soon, Professor, thank you for trying, Pippin,”
As she slid past him and out of the door, Aesop was hit with a blast of flowers and old parchment, his eyes fluttering slightly as he fought the urge to chase the smell, swallowing roughly as he placed the order with a robotic voice, mind reeling.
If Pippin had noticed, he said nothing, though his smirk seemed a tad wider that day.
Feeling the spring breeze on his face as he stepped out of the Potions apply shop, he couldn’t shake the concern in his chest. Edelyn had said that Eliza was all alone in the bookshop, and he wanted to ensure that she was safe. No other motivations were pulling him towards the shop, none at all.
Eliza sat at the tall stool behind the counter, curled in on herself as she winced and groaned, attempting to contort to reach all of the injuries she’d acquired from falling from the ladders twice the day before. Though she had flipped her sign to closed for the moment, the high pitched chime showed that she hadn’t thought to lock the door, as the object of most of her thoughts strided in.
Aesop was surprised at the sight of her, skin paler than usual, as she murmured to herself.
“Are you alright, Eliza?”
“Not really,” She laughed humourlessly, “I’m not open at the moment, Professor, I’m sorry,”
“That’s perfectly alright, I came to check on you,” His voice was sweet, washing over her as her body seemed to calm slightly.
“You did?”
“You seem to have gotten yourself into a bit of a predicament, can I help?” Part of him was aware that he was overstepping, but seeing her contorted in pain with her hair and skirts a mess, made his heart clench as he inched closer.
“Yes, please,” She said, barely aware of her response, as he moved behind the desk, his body close enough that she could smell the dark scent of his hair mixed with the dampness of the outside.
With his calloused hand, he lifted her fingers from her wound at her collarbone, taking a swipe of the salve and replacing them with his own, his skin on fire as he made contact with her soft flesh. Both seemed to be holding their breath, as she melted into his touch, the pain fading away the more he worked it into her skin.
“Anywhere else?” He croaked, eyes drinking in as much of her as they could, watching as she hesitantly raised her skirts, revealing the worst of the injuries, a scrape to the back of her knee and upper thigh.
The silence grew thicker, as his hands worked with quick efficiency, his mind supplying him with images of her wrapped around him or beneath him, her flesh soft and hot for other reasons, as her chest huffed in a similar way, as he resisted a groan at her slight murmur of relieved pleasure.
Eliza was struggling to stay composed, aware he was just offering her medical assistance, and yet his every move felt so sensual, calculated and rough, his ministrations mixed with the salve removing all of her pain as her mind drifted slightly, eyes flickering shut as a happy whimper left her.
Shocked by herself, Eliza’s eyes opened to find him staring into hers, the warm brown now a dark molten that seemed to eat at her, as he removed his hand from the back of her thigh.
“Better?” Aesop asked, well aware of the answer, as he fought back the dark smugness growing in his chest. Two voices battled now in his mind, one insisting he just ask her to dinner in that very second for it was obvious that she felt the same, the other wanting to be a tad more tactful and reserved.
Eliza sucked in her bottom lip, trying to calm the thoughts of him shoving her against the desk and kissing her senseless, the blush spreading down her face to where his fingers had rested on her collarbone, trying pitifully to respond, only to nod slightly.
The thoughts were overwhelming him, as he tried to wade through them, mumbling responses in his head. A Dinner date would be nice, he supposed.
“I agree,” Eliza said, a smirk forming at his shocked expression.
Aesop realised a second too late that he had spoken aloud, but her immediate answer was what threw him off, panic and euphoria were at war in him as he let out a small laugh, his grin eating up all the space on his face, “Truly?”
“Of course, Professor,”
“Aesop,”
“Of course, Aesop,” She quipped, tongue poking out, as she felt the heady rush of lust and joy flood through her, despite her previous attempts to ignore it.
“Uh, Um,” He was grasping at straws, the first part done as he tried to follow through, “Does next Friday evening work for you?”
“It does,” She said, brushing back the tuft of hair that had stuck to his face, sending him a dainty smile that melted him.
“I’m afraid Hogsmeade isn’t too exotic, but I could host you if you like?” His offer sounded rather boring as he said it, mind distracted by her fingers grazing his cheek.
Eliza jumped at the possibility of seeing Hogwarts and more importantly into seeing more of his life, since hers was so readily available to him, “That sounds perfect, Aesop, I shall arrive at the gates at seven,”
He smiled back, apprehension and excitement building as she dropped her hand, turning at the sound of the bell chiming with several witches who had missed the sign. Aesop fought the urge to curse at them, as she hopped up and offered her assistance.
The interaction firmly ended, he sighed and made his way towards the door, shocked as he felt himself being pulled, as smooth lips made contact with his cheek and the echo of a giggle sounded in his ear. It happened in mere seconds, her skirts already swishing away by the time he could respond, as the breeze tugged the door open and he found himself stepping out.
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Phryne: Always am.
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screaming crying throwing up as if i couldn’t love sharp and eliza more
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Cutest lil nature hike for the happy couple.
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