Troublemakers ~ Aesop Sharp X Gaunt!Reader

Troublemakers ~ Aesop Sharp x Gaunt!Reader

Summary: Just a little story of Aesop and his best friend and childhood sweetheart going on an adventure that turns out to be more than they could take on, which ends up as one of the catalysts between them losing contact after Hogwarts… Only to end up meeting against, at the most unlikely of places, over a decade later.

“I am SO bored.” Y/N sighed dramatically, plopping on the couch next to her best friend, Aesop Sharp, a particularly brilliant half-blood that excelled in DADA and Potions especially. It was no surprise that the two would always pair up for Potions, they were a terrific duo and the teacher always praised them. “Not much room for new adventures, unfortunately.” the boy with long, chestnut hair nodded his head in agreement. “There is so much exploring to do at Hogwarts, but we’re stuck here, with no lead.” Y/N suddenly turned to her friend, grabbing him with the arms desperately. “You’re the future Auror, aren’t you? You’re supposed to smell danger and adventure! Do something!” the poor boy looked weirdly at her, putting his hand over her wrists and suspending them in mid-air. “Calm down, you little troublemaker, I’ll think of something. I  always do, don’t I?” he offered a mischievous smirk. “Now, how about you stop bothering me and you do something useful with that energy of yours - Like, for example, retrieving THAT book you promised me?” no doubt, he was referring to her having promised to sneak into the restricted section of the library to find more advanced potions and dark arts spell books. After all, how better to know how to guard yourself against the dark arts, if not by learning about them? That is an Auror’s job. “Right. I almost forgot.” the girl muttered, nodding lightly. “A’ight! What’s the time… Ah, yes, just the perfect time for a raid. I’ll see you tomorrow - At our spot.”

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Since your wrote for Mommy Garlic would you also write something fluffy for Daddy Sharp? I wouldn‘t say no to also some spicy headcanons if you catch my drift

Professor Sharp

Being in a relationship with Professor Sharp was someimes really difficult. He does not like sharing his privacy and thus you but since you both worked in Hogwarts where not a lot of privacy was giving, it made it really strenuous.

But in the end, he was a man and he fell for you. It was really difficult for him to behave when you walked around in a rather scandalous skirt or in thight trousers. He will look at your ass and you know it.

Still, PDA is not his. Sometimes, when you walk quietly together to your rooms, he will graze your fingers against yours, lightly curling his pinky against yours.

When you two meet each others in the halls or at dinner a small bumping with shoulders can happen or when your legs are hidden, he will gently place his hand on your knee.

And sometimes he feels naughty, running his hand up to your middle, stroking your inner thigh, grinning his small smile while you tense under his touch, pressing your legs together.

Professor Sharp doesn't like to take risks or exposing your relationship but once you teased him the whole day with tight clothes and provocative poses, running your fingers against his chest and 'accidentaly' stumbling so you can lean against his chest while gazing up to him with your big eyes.

And then, once every student was in their dorms, he pulled you against a classroom door while you two were patrolling, kissing you with passion and running his fingers under your clothes. And when you finally had enough, wanting to get more, he parts from you and grins cheekily. "I will go to sleep now, I have classes early tomorrow."

Anon asked: Anything fluffy with Sharp and an adult OC/reader (like a faculty member)? 🥹

There can never be enough fluff in the world so YES.

Pairing: Professor Aesop Sharp x Professor!Reader

A/N: I know it’s short, but I had dumb daydreams of something like this with my partner before we got married where we’d joke about being teachers together. Also full disclosure I’m formatting this on my phone I’ll fix it later!

Matters of the Sharp

Dim lights shone around you as you frantically graded your last assignments, eager to get them done to have more time to relax over the weekend. You had been at this since classes had ended only ended a few hours ago. You looked up and tried stretching out, feeling suddenly very small in your classroom only to realize the time on your clock. 

“Five hours?!” Most of your students should be on their way to Hogsmeade by now, several of your colleagues in tow. Looking at the now miniscule stack of parchment on your desk that this was the last assignment to grade. Finally.

As you finished marking up the parchment the door to your classroom burst open, a gruff looking man following suit. You breathed out and leaned back into your seat, trying to decompress as he made his way to you, the limp in his gait seemingly worse than a typical day. As Aesop reached your desk he placed a small package in front of you, wrapped in a dark parchment and tied with a small green ribbon. 

“What’s that for?” You looked from the present to his face searching for answers. He wasn’t going to tell you, this is how these things typically worked, coming in stoic but sincere only to leave you guessing out loud typically. 

“Being an excellent help with potions tutoring.” He gave you a small shrug, pushing the present slightly closer to your person. 

You raised a brow and crossed your arms. Aesop knew that look, there’s always an underlying reason to his little out of the blue presents. 

“It may also be a small token of my affection. If you’re alright with that?” He was trying to keep his stoic expression but the small grin forming was betraying him. It had been nearly three months into your marriage and he was still catching himself excited to be called your husband only to shortly realize yet again, that he is your husband. This nearly hourly revelation always left a dopey look on his face. 

“Darling, we’re married.” You reached over to the wrapped object and began undoing the ribbon. You noticed Aesop’s fidgeting in anticipation of your reaction, it reminded you of the night he proposed marriage. There was a small wooden box under the wrapping that fit well in your palm, lifting the hinged lid up you were met with an emerald ring. 

The ring was a simple gold band with diamond insets holding a large emerald in the center. You recognized this as one of his family’s heirlooms, a ring passed down to the oldest child of the family. His mother had been wearing it the last time you had gone to pay his parents a visit. 

“Aes– I…” 

“She insisted, saying it was a late wedding present. One does not tell my mother no, dearest.” He gently took the box from your hands, picking up the ring and holding a hand out for yours. 

“Also she may have mentioned the ring I had gotten you needed something more.” He slipped the ring onto your finger with ease. 

“Now, shall we go get dinner, my beloved?”

Under the Mistletoe with Aesop Sharp

Summary: Mistletoe above the potions master's classroom door?? (Aesop Sharp x unnamed/unspecified female character)

Rating: PG

Words: 700

A/N: I tried to be extra vague with this one, to make it easier to imagine your student/faculty/whomever OC. Hopefully it doesn't detract overall. Only had a light proofread so I apologize for any errors!

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No one knew who put it there, though Garreth was the prime suspect among students. What surprised everyone the most was that Professor Sharp hadn’t removed it. A little sprig of green leaves and white berries remained fixed above the classroom doorway, the potions master striding underneath it without a glance.

"Do you think he hasn't noticed?"

"The man notices everything!"

"Why hasn't he gotten rid of it, then?"

The whispering students fell silent, looking up sheepishly to see the man in question glaring down at them.

"This rousing conversation is about your assignment, I trust?"

"Yes, Professor Sharp."

"Good."

Aesop spared them another suspicious glance before moving on to the next table.

When class had ended and the room emptied, she walked in. The very person he had been wanting to see.

"Professor Sharp?" She called out, drawing his attention from the papers on his desk.

He looked up, unable to keep the smile from his lips. The smile he wore every time he saw her face. "How may I assist you?"

"I don't suppose you have any extra dittany on hand? I've somehow let myself run out."

Aesop braced his hands on the arms of his chair as he stood. "Let me look."

She waited patiently, examining the jars and chalkboards around the classroom. Knowing Aesop hated it when someone hovered over his shoulder, she stayed back.

"Sorry, looks like I'm out as well," Aesop said behind her.

She turned in surprise, having not heard his approach. Aesop was so close, she could make out every detail of his face, the scar across his cheek, the cunning twinkle in his eye. Close enough to feel his warmth against her front.

A nervous swallow bought her just enough time to find her words. "No bother. I'll check the greenhouses."

Clearing her throat, she turned to leave the classroom, feeing Aesop's gaze on her back.

"Wait just a moment," Aesop called out.

She stopped, one foot through the doorway, and turned to look at him. Aesop approached her, a very subtle smirk forming on his lips.

"Found some." Aesop came to a stop in front of her, holding out a vial.

Her fingers close around the glass, brushing against Aesop’s palm as she takes the vial. Their eyes locked, the quiet intensity of the moment reflected in their faces. Neither of them moved, hands still indulging in the lingering touch.

Then Aesop's other hand was on her waist, pulling her close, gazing deep into her eyes. “Seems I’ve caught you under the mistletoe. We can’t break tradition, can we?”

Lips parting instinctively at his words, she glanced up at the innocuous sprig of green and white above his door, the one that had become the subject of so much gossip among the students. Good thing none of them were around to see this.

"No, we can't," she whispered back, leaning into him just enough for him to get the message of her consent.

Aesop leaned forward, lips capturing hers in a kiss that was sweet and passionate all at once. His hand cradled the back of her neck while her fingers threaded through his hair. She would happily remain like this for an eternity, letting the world slip away around them. The way Aesop's hand tugged at her hips told her he felt the same way.

A lack of air finally forced them apart, breathing heavily as Aesop pressed his forehead to hers. He had no intention of letting her go just yet. There were ten minutes before his next class, and he would not waste a single second. Not that she was trying to get away, mind.

"Were you the one who put it up there all along?" She finally asked.

Aesop shook his head. "You know me. I was hardly going to waste the opportunity."

Aesop lifted his wand, pointing it at the mistletoe above the door. Before he could cast a spell, she laid her hand on his arm, lowering it back to his side.

"Leave it," she urged. "Wouldn't it be suspicious to take it down now?"

He considered her words and nodded. "I suppose you're right. But then, cleverness is one trait I admire most in you."

While Aesop pocketed his wand, she pulled him into another kiss, stealing as much time as she could before students began wandering by. It seemed Aesop didn't suspect her ulterior motive for asking him to keep the mistletoe in place.

She was already scheming of what other potion ingredients she could run out of next.

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Masterlist

Magnetic

Logan Howlett x Mutant Reader

Summary: There's only one way of satisfying your undying curiosity of finding out whether or not those fridge magnets will stick to the one and only Wolverine, who just happens to have an adamantium skeleton.

A/N: There may or may not be a continuation of this, idk yet.

It first started off as mere curiosity, the fact of knowing Logan's skeleton was enveloped by pure metal on the forefront of your brain.

Your eyes would constantly wander to the fridge that was decorated by various colorful magnets by the students, the cat and and the multicolored alphabet letters, especially catching your attention.

The growing need to know if those magnets would stick to Logan or not was just too irresistible to refuse as you snatch the grumpy cat magnet from the fridge door, examining the narrowed green eyes on the face of black feline. Yeah, it reminded you very much of the rugged mean mugging man who was all too unaware of your devious intentions.

Logan was used to your teasing antics of playing with his tufts of hair whenever you got the chance or somehow discovering all the new hiding places he hides his beer in, just to hide them elsewhere (he thinks it's your sixth sense at this point). He feels as if he's always on his toes when it comes to you, your mutation aiding you in somehow bypassing his enhanced senses, you find great joy in sneaking up on him when he least expects it.

So when you casually walk in the room that he's in with your hands behind your back with a feign, innocent look on your face, his eyes narrow suspiciously. “Oh hey Lo! Didn't expect to see you here!” The lilt in your voice and the sway of your body as you walk over only cause him to tense as he sits up straight, his eyebrow raising in question.

“You know I usually sit here,” his voice trails off as his eyes trail up and down, analyzing your body movement. “You're up to something.” You grin immediately, a laugh bubbling up as you round the table as if you're trying to corner him, and he doesn't waste time standing and quickly rounding the table from you.

“Hey, don't make me spill my beer,” He says warily, holding his beer up by the neck of the bottle. You smile deviously as you slowly trail along the side of the table, still holding the mystery item behind your back and he doesn't like how you're looking at him as he mimics your movements ready to bolt to the exit any second. “Okay, we're playing that game.”

He exhales exasperatedly as he immediately swerves and runs out the door, holding his beer securely as he hears you run after him. “Logan! Get back here!” The laugh in your voice is mischievous and he doesn't trust you as the two of you run past Jean and Ororo, they look after the both of you surprised as they never expected Logan to run away from you of all people.

“Get em, girl!” Ororo cheers as they watch you round the corner after Logan, he's trying to lose you by running in front of innocent students and taking unexpected turns and it isn't long for you to have him cornered.

“Aye, have mercy.” He says your name with defeat as he clutches his beer to his chest, he somehow managed to save it from even spilling a drop during the chase and it makes you giggle as you step forward building the anticipation before getting to him, and he only watches with a close eye as you do. Only when you're within an inch from him, your face almost intimately close to his, do you notice his adam's apple bob up and down with trepidation, his eyes fluttering slightly as he's aware of how close you are to him.

You slap the magnet onto his face.

He blinks once then twice as the magnet sticks securely on to his cheek. You gasp with unadulterated joy, a cheer pulled out of you as your curiosity has finally been fulfilled.

“It does stick! Oh, this is gonna be so fun!” His face falls as he realizes what this concurs. He's become your magnetic plaything as he remembers the millions of magnets that are currently adorned on the fridge door.

“No, don't you think about it.” He grumbles as he pulls the magnet off his cheek, the crabby cat image only intensifying his dismay for your new upcoming hobby. “Oh Wolvie, it's all I can think about.” You tease as you gently squeeze his cheek, walking away feeling rejuvenated.

Sharpuary day 10: Breakfast

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: none

I groaned as the sunlight streamed into the room. Rolling over, I froze and opened my eyes as my arm made contact with the side of the bed that shouldn't be cold at this hour. I pushed myself up and stared at the empty space besides me for a second.

"Aesop?" I called. There was shuffling from somewhere in the house and I got up, grabbing the dressing gown from the end of the bed on my way out of the room. I entered the kitchen and paused at the sight of Aesop standing in front of the counter, cutting up fruit and humming to himself. I smiled at the image before me and quietly stepped into the kitchen. He put the knife down and reached into the cabinet for a bowl just as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Oh." He breathed out, one hand instantly coming to press against mine. "Good morning." I pressed my face into his back and hummed in response. "Not fully awake yet I see." I nodded and tightened my hold on him.

"You are though." I pointed out, muffled by the dressing gown he had thrown on that morning.

"I am." He confirmed with a small chuckle. "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed." I smiled at his words. "But it appears my absence has been noticed."

"Your side of the bed was cold." I mumbled. Aesop hummed and put whatever was in his hand down before turning around in my hold.

"I do apologize my dear." He said as he leaned his head against mine. "I didn't realize that I was taking that long. Next time I want to be spontaneous I'll cast a warming charm." He chuckled and hit his chest softly.

"Not funny." I pouted. "I don't like waking up to find that you aren't there." Aesop kissed me softly.

"I'm sorry luv." He whispered. "I'll try not to do it too often." I nodded and played with the ends of his hair as he kissed me again. "Now, why don't you go back to bed and I'll be there in a minute with your breakfast. Hm?" I nodded, stealing another kiss before pulling away.

"You better be there." I warned playfully. Aesop smiled at me and nodded. I ran back to give him one last kiss before heading back to bed.

"Go!" He laughed as he watched me disappear around the corner.