#sice of life

[sharpfamily]

Aesop On the Job

How will a former Auror and former professor Aesop Sharp fare, when faced with the responsibilty to take care of the house and his four chidren for the day after his wife is called away?

Pretty much just 5.5k words of family fluff and Aesop Sharp being a great dad. You can get more acquainted with the kids in their brief summary. Brought to you by @tea-withjamandbread and @aesopsharpmybeloved ❤

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tw: tooth-rotting fluff

Aesop didn't mind taking care of everything for the day. Of course he did not, his wife more than deserved this little day off. After all, she was handling the house and the children, and oftentimes assisted him in the shop as well. A renowned magizoologist reached out to her via Owl post, after Ellie Peck recommended her as the person to go to when it comes to graphorns. MC would be helping secure a little sanctuary for the beasts, so that they stayed away from muggles, and muggles stayed well away from them.

The younger woman was unsure whether she should leave Aesop and their children by themselves, but Aesop knew that she wanted to go, he saw it in her eyes. She always had an affinity for these beasts, for some reason Aesop did not understand. So, after some convincing and reassuring her that, while he could never compare to her level of efficiency, he was more than capable of handling the home responsibilities on his own for the day.

The shop stayed closed that morning, and the few orders he had he sent out the previous day using the post office owls.

Aesop kissed his wife goodbye as she slipped out before the children awoke. He of course gave her plenty of Wiggenweld, Skele-Gro, and some other healing concoctions, despite her protests she would be absolutely fine. Aesop wouldn’t take no for an answer, however, unable to keep himself from worrying. ‘Better to have them and not need them, than to need them and not have them’ he insisted to her, and she finally accepted. With one last wave, and a loud pop, she disapparated from their front garden. Aesop spent a minute or two looking at the spot she stood at a while ago, taking in the cool spring air. It had rained the previous day, and the scent of damp earth filled his nostrils, making him relax slightly. As always, it felt like time stood still in the small village of Willow Creek. Droplets of water were glistening upon the evergreen grass and leaves, the light wind made the trees around sing a soft song, and nobody seemed to be up and about yet. One of the neighbourhood cats walked around slowly, looking at him curiously for a moment, before deeming him entirely uninteresting and continuing its route.

It was quite earlier than Aesop usually got up, even when he did wake up to go to work. He considered catching a couple more minutes, maybe even an hour, of sleep, but ultimately decided to begin going about his day. He wanted to make his wife proud, after all.

The former professor made his way into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast for himself and the children. He got himself a cup of tea first, his eyes skimming over the crisp pages of the Daily Prophet one of the newspapers’ owls brought in soon after he returned inside. He rolled his eyes several times at yet another attempt of David Spavin, son of the former minister Farris, to prove he was a better choice for the office than Venusia Crickerly, simply because his father was the longest working minister. Unbelievable. Venusia was a former Auror, and Aesop worked with her on multiple occasions. She was driven, hard-working, and completely dedicated to her job, while David Farris was the subject of several scandals throughout the years. Best keep that one as far away from the minister chair as possible, Aesop mused.

In a matter of a few minutes later, a pan was sitting upon the stove, and a couple of sunny side up eggs and slices of ham were sizzling away, filling the cosy kitchen with a mouth-watering smell. With a wave of Aesop’s wand, fresh vegetables floated off to the sink and washed themselves, before neatly arranging themselves upon a cutting board, just in time for a large knife to begin slicing them. Popps the Kneazle, lured in by the irresistible scent, began rubbing against his legs, and Aesop took mercy on the family pet and fed her two slices of the ham, before waving his wand to replenish the beast feed in her bowl in the hallway. Popps seemed quite happy with this kind of deal, and with a few more loops around his legs, she disappeared from the kitchen, presumably going to eat some more food, before going to curl up close to one of the fireplaces.

"Dad?" Came from the door, making Aesop turn. His oldest daughter was standing there in her long nightshirt and dressing gown, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes slowly. Aesop couldn’t hold back his smile. His daughter’s hair was sticking out in all directions, there was a bit of drool dried upon her cheek, and her dressing gown was inside out - something the eleven year old failed to notice. "Good morning, love. Have you slept well?" he asked softly, waiting for the girl to reach him, before kneeling momentarily to press a kiss upon her pink cheek and stroke her messy hair.

"I have, thank you," the girl replied. 

Aesop couldn't believe his little girl would be starting Hogwarts in just a few months. It felt like it was only yesterday he first held her in his arms, like no longer than 24 hours had passed since he first saw his wife nurse their beautiful newborn. He didn’t admit so to anyone, but he had no idea how he was going to fare with Magdala leaving to spend 70% of the following seven years at Hogwarts. He might have to take on more orders from the Hospital wing, just so he can catch a glimpse of his daughter outside summer and Christmas.

"Where's mum?" She asked curiously, oblivious to her father’s tiny emotional whirlwind. Aesop gave a chuckle, glad for the distraction: "Is it really so rare for me to be the one making breakfast? Quite the cad I am, I really ought to try to be better." "You cook dinner quite often. And help mum a lot," she said, shrugging her shoulders shortly before jumping up to sit on the counter, her small bare feet swinging slightly. "Watch for the knife, my sweet," Aesop warned, even though the knife was nowhere near the child.  

He pressed a slice of apple into her hand, and his daughter immediately took a bite of the juicy fruit. "Your mum went to help set up a Graphorn sanctuary," Aesop said, carefully flipping the ham and eggs over one by one.Not a second after he said it did Magdala's big brown eyes light up, and her mouth parted, revealing a small piece of the apple inside. 

Aesop’s automatic ‘Close your mouth and swallow your food’ was almost too quiet for even him to hear, but it seemed Magdala did, and she did as he asked, swallowing her bite before speaking:

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?" She squealed, wildly swinging her legs, looking like she was ready to immediately go and teach herself Apparition, just so she could join her mother on the adventure. Aesop knew that if she could, she most definitely would. Wouldn’t even change out of her sleeping clothes... "Because if we did, you wouldn't let her leave without you,” he said kindly, not wanting to upset his daughter, “While I trust your skill to handle beasts completely, I think a Graphorn, not to mention a full herd of them, may still be a little out of your size category, dear. But don't worry, mum took a camera. She'll bring you pictures." 

Maggie’s eyes dropped for a little bit, but it seemed she accepted Aesop's explanation, as a few seconds later, the mischievous spark returned into them: "I should hope so!” she grinned. “Can I help you with anything?"

"As a matter of fact, you can! Open your mouth, I need to know if I didn't put too much salt on them.” Aesop plopped a small piece of one of the eggs into her mouth, and murmured happily when she gestured at him that the eggs were alright. Content, he and Maggie plated the breakfast, making sure the meal was well balanced.

"So. What are we going to do today?" Magdala asked as she dutifully arranged vegetables on her siblings’ plates, making sure everyone had enough. Aesop meanwhile spelled the pan and utensils away into the sink to wash, and had the kettle fill up to make more tea. The one children drank was considerably weaker.  "What do you usually do on a day like this?" he asked. Maggie thought for a while. "Well, mum teaches us until noon. I'll show you where each of us is right now. We should be doing Maths today, and Theo and (FN) practise their writing and reading too."

"Then we do that,” Aesop agreed softly, “School things first, then I'll fix you with some lunch, and maybe we could all take a nice walk outside after that, get some fresh air." Maggie quickly spoke: "The twins need to take a nap after lunch, though. They get grumpy if they don't. That is, (FN) just starts to tear up easily, and Theo starts plotting mischief."

"I can see that it's vital I've got you here, partner. I'd be utterly lost without you,” Aesop grinned at his daughter and ruffled her hair again.

Aesop with Maggie's help made gentle work of waking the rest of the Sharp children. He stood in silent vigil as the bathroom filled with the sound of brushing teeth. Theodore would make frothy-mouthed faces at his father and siblings, and his twin sister seemed greatly amused by them. They got dressed on their own, and all their father needed to do was to fix a wrongly done button, every now and then when it came to the youngest members of the family. After breakfast (during which Theo only fussed about his vegetables a little bit), Aesop decided to give his children an hour of free time, so that they could prepare for their schooling. 

Magdala was ever so helpful in showing him what each of them did, and Aesop often checked with the books his wife left out for him. He had to admit, it was very lovely to be able to witness his children's little successes, and see the joy and pride in their eyes when he graded their assignments. Eleazar's fractions, while correct in solution, were slightly more complicated than necessary, but with Aesop's aid, they were able to find a way for the young lad to make the process a bit neater and easier. 

The twins were still getting used to handling writing with a quill, but Aesop was pleased their hands were only slightly ink-stained once they were done. (FN)'s script was neater and the young girl took her time making sure her letters turned out legible (though Aesop had to remind her to put her tongue back into her mouth), while Theodore had more of a scrawl every time he got distracted, but it wasn't anything too drastic in their father's opinion. 

"Shall I help you with lunch?" Maggie asked after they wrapped up for the day. "Thank you for the offer, my sweet. Don't you want to go outside and play with your siblings?" Aesop asked gently, after setting Theo down from the sink, his small hands once more clean. Maggie's cheeks flushed slightly and she looked at him from under her eyelashes. Aesop’s heart sang. He knew all of his children loved him immensely, like he loved them, but Maggie was a very obvious example of a ‘daddy’s girl’. He found he didn’t mind at all.

"You can help me peel the potatoes if you'd like,” he agreed finally, smiling when the girl’s eyes lit up. “Eleazar,” he called towards the middle child, who was currently neatly stacking his textbooks into the proper shelf. Aesop knew his son loved to have his things nicely organised, even his quills were sorted by size. “Will you keep an eye on your brother and sister?"

"Of course, dad."

And so Maggie once more found her spot on top of the kitchen counter, her little hands carefully peeling the potatoes using a small knife. Her mother and him took the time to teach their children how to handle sharp objects properly, as it was best that they knew how to keep themselves safe before being handed a dagger in their first potions lesson at Hogwarts and told to cut a mandrake up. Aesop kept an eye on his other children outside, the onion in his pot getting aromatic and making his belly rumble. It seemed all was fine, Eleazar entertained his siblings by what looked like some sort of modified game of land-Quidditch. Maggie seemed content to just be with her father, and Aesop wasn't able to stop himself from caressing her shoulder or hair whenever he walked around her. When his hands were clean, that is.

After their lunch of pork and mashed potatoes, Aesop brought his two youngest to their beds. Theodore visibly tried to stay awake, but the hearty meal made his eyes close on their own even before her sister fell asleep. And speaking of (FN), she insisted on holding her father's hand as slumber claimed her. 

With a final look, Aesop closed the door of their room and descended the stairs into the living room. His older children seemed intent on also resting after their food - Eleazar was curled up on the sofa with a potions magazine Aesop subscribed to, seeming very invested in whatever he was reading, while Maggie sat by the ever burning fire in the fireplace, drawing into the sketchbook Aesop got her after she showed her interest in drawing.

It warmed his heart to know his children took up something he too held dear. Maggie's drawings were getting better and better every day, and Aesop had no doubt there would come a day when she'll have reached his own level, or even surpassed it entirely. "What's it going to be?" He asked softly, not wanting to break her focus. "A mooncalf," she replied, showing her father. It indeed began to resemble the large-eyed creature. Aesop gave an admiring whistle. "I can't wait to see it when it's done. Listen, I'll be going downstairs to check up on some brews, and attend to a few orders that came by the mail today. Will you two be alright here?"

A pair of softly said 'Yes, dad's echoed through the space, and Aesop smiled. Before he left, he pressed a kiss into both children's hair. The house was well warded, and so he wasn't worried about missing any of his children leaving the property, or, Merlin forbid, anyone unexpectedly coming in. Besides, he trusted them. The twins were still quite small, and Theodore could be a handful if he wanted, but Aesop knew he was a good lad. A little wild occasionally, but he never misbehaved too terribly, and has always been clever and kind. It was actually (FN) who worried the potions master a little more. She was a shy one, and rather quiet. Nevertheless, her love for her family shone through her words and actions each day. And Theo doted on her and protected her fiercely. 

A memory made Aesop smile as he checked and adjusted the heat underneath his cauldrons. (FN), a few years younger than now, was feeling a bit under the weather after they returned from Hogsmsade one day, a combination of tiredness, hunger and general stress from being around so many strangers, and was still crying softly even after they got home. Theo ran into the garden and returned moments later, holding a single honking daffodil (pinched from Mrs Pruitt's garden no doubt). 

He presented his sister with the flower, and kissed her damp cheek. It was enough for her to stop crying, looking at her twin brother with big eyes. And then, in a moment forever written into Aesop's memory, the flower honked quietly, and his youngest child actually let out a small chuckle.

(FN) would be fine, Aesop decided finally. She not only had her parents, but also her extremely loyal and loving siblings to make sure of that. 

An hour or so later, Aesop ladled one of the finished potions into small bottles, making sure to stopper them tightly and place the proper labels upon them. 

It was surreal, knowing that at this time ten years ago, he’d be standing in front of a dozen or so of students, explaining what the use of Fatigue infusion was, and warning that anyone falling asleep in his class, be it from boredom or potion fume inhalation, will automatically receive a T. He did sometimes miss seeing some of his colleagues every day, not to mention some of the mischief the students caused was undeniably funny, but every single day he was thankful to have been able to resign his post, and leave behind a competent teacher, in favour of being able to see his family only a short while after he closed the shop at half past four in the afternoon, as opposed as having to spend extra time at the school hosting detentions or grading essays. Not to mention it felt great to be his own boss - therefore having a boss who was not an utter imbecile like Headmaster dear.

After making sure everything was well put away and taken care of in his little workshop, he washed his hands one last time and exited the cellar in order to check up on the children. The twins were still sound asleep, Theodore’s small snores reverberating off the walls. The former professor grinned at the sleeping children before quietly retreating to find the older ones. Another hour ticked by quietly and Aesop found himself discussing the potions in his magazine with Eleazar, while Magdala carried on drawing. The young lad was greatly amused by some of the interesting names inventors gave their original brews. 

When (FN) joined them in the living room, Aesop decided it was time for them to go outside for a bit. He made sure his children were well dressed, insisted on all of them wearing a hat (though Maggie complained about having her hair all matted later), and together they set off on a little walk around the village. He held (FN)'s hand, while Theodore ran laps around them, very curious to see everything, despite walking down this trail nearly every other day. Every once in a while, he'd appear holding a twig and playing with it as it was a wand, or, occasionally, a sword. He lost interest in it every time a nicer one appeared. El was being helpful and asked his father every time they came upon some flower or herb whether he should pick them up, and Maggie indulged her little brother every now and then, playing pretend duels with her and Theo's 'wands' and 'swords'. The weather was quite nice, and Aesop thirstily took in gulps of the fresh air. 

After they arrived back home, El decided to play a game of cards with Theo, while Aesop helped fix his girls' hair, and braided it for them too. He'd usually come home around this time. While the kids seemed content to entertain themselves and each other, Aesop did some chores around the house.

He cleaned Diana's perch, and was rewarded by an affectionate peck to his fingers by the dark owl, he dusted the surfaces with a flick of his wand, and made quick work of the laundry. He carefully folded and put away the twins' clothing, and put the older children’s clean garments into their rooms for them to fold and put away themselves. Maggie and Eleazar were expected to take care of their own rooms, and they've been doing a good job of it, El perhaps a bit more so than Maggie. Still, Aesop wouldn't consider his oldest daughter's room overly messy, more like properly lived in. There were a few papers there, some drawing supplies here, the occasional book she left open somewhere, nothing too drastic.

And when the sun outside set, Aesop decided it was high time for him to start making dinner. He decided on chicken with rice, light yet filling. He usually either helped his wife with dinner, or he took it off her hands entirely. He thought about her while he worked, hoping wherever she was was that she was alright and would be joining them soon.

As he cooked, listening to his children play and talk in the other rooms, he thanked his lucky stars. There was a time he thought he was going to die alone, a bitter old man with a lame leg, and all those years ago, he wouldn't have believed that he'd ever have what he had now. A beautiful, kind, and thoughtful wife, and four amazing, healthy and clever children. He thought of the fifth, of their firstborn. He often wished the little one had been given a chance. He'd have a happy home, filled with people who loved him. Clarence was loved still, of course, even though he wasn't physically there. Aesop wondered whether he's somewhere out there, with his own dad and Ashley. He hoped it was the case, and that all of them knew no pain, no fear, and felt the love he held for them.

The former professor cast a heating charm on the pot containing MC's portion of dinner. Aesop didn't know if she'd be hungry when she arrived, but better to be ready.

Once the family was done eating, and Magdala and Eleazar kindly offered to take care of the dishes, they took turns in the bathroom, and Aesop supervised the twins' bath time. This too was one of the activities he and MC split. He knew that the youngest children would soon begin bathing on their own, so he was happy to indulge them in whatever game either of them decided to play in the tub. A collective teeth scrub later, Aesop went to put the small ones to bed. The two older were allowed to stay up a little longer, and both of them chose to use this extra time for some more reading and drawing.

He once again held (FN)'s hand as she slowly fell asleep, and Theo was not at all fussy about going to bed now. His hair sprawled on the pillow like a dark halo, and he was soon snoring quietly. 

When he was done with the twins, he made his way into Eleazar's room to find the middle child already in his bed, waiting for him to tuck him in patiently. 

"Dad?" Eleazar asked quietly. 

"What is it, dear?" Aesop kneed by the bed so that his son didn’t have to crane his head to look up at him.

"Can I help you with the batch of Blood replenishing potion tomorrow?"

"How do you know I'll be brewing that tomorrow?"

"You said so to mum, the day before yesterday."

Aesop laughed softly. Ever since he let Eleazar first assist him down at the potion cellar, the young lad tried to get himself included in his brewing as often as he could. Aesop didn’t know why exactly were potions this fascinating to a boy his age, but he hardly complained. After all, it seemed Eleazar was born with all the natural potioneer instincts and talent Aesop himself only gained through hard work and countless hours of practice: "Nothing escapes you, does it? Hm... I think you could assist me with that one."

"Really? Thank you,” Eleazar said with a soft little smile. The lad definitely took after his mother more, all soft features and gentle eyes.

"Now sleep,” Aesop rose again, squeezing his son's shoulder lightly before giving it a little pat, “I can't have you nodding off into a boiling hot cauldron, can I?"

Eleazar giggled tiredly: "Goodnight, dad."

"Goodnight, my dear lad."

After kissing his forehead, Aesop left the room, leaving his son to rest. Maggie was last. She wasn't in her bed when Aesop knocked on the door and entered her room. Instead, the young witch was still sitting at her desk, drawing. Her father stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame for a minute or two watching how hard his daughter concentrated. However, it truly was getting late now, and MC would hardly be pleased if she found out he let the children spend half the night awake.

"Come on, Maggs. Bedtime."

"Daddy, let me stay up a bit longer?"

Aesop looked at his daughter curiously. It was clear from her voice that she’s been fighting off yawns, and her eyes were small and sleepy in the light of her desk lamp. 

"Come now, dear, you’re tired. Why don't you want to go to bed?" He asked, stepping further into the room and coming to stand behind Magdala, looking at the various drawings she’s done throughout the evening. There were unicorns and mooncalves, but he also recognised Popps the Kneazle in one, as well as something that could’ve been a graphorn, if graphorns were known to look positively cute.

"I want to wait for mum! I would like to see the pictures..."

"Darling, I don't know when your mum will be back,” Aesop said calmly, stroking at his daughter’s back, “she could come back after midnight, or even in the early hours of the morning, you can't be awake the whole night waiting for her."

"Please..."

Aesop sighed. HHe didn’t want her to spend the next day completely exhausted, but he also hated disappointing his children. But then again, the young girl now looked like she was minutes away from falling asleep right there at her desk, and so perhaps he could coax her to at least retire to her cot while ‘allowing’ her to remain awake. He had no doubt the issue would then resolve itself quickly.

“But only a little longer, and I want you in bed. I'll wait with you, how does that sound?"

Maggie luckily agreed to these terms, and began putting her drawings and her tools away. Aesop waited until she settled in her bed, and then sat at the foot of it.

"Do you think I could ever go see the graphorns?" Maggie asked, her arms folded loosely on her chest. "I'm sure you will one day.,” her father replied, taking a gentle hold of one of her hands atop the blankets after making sure they were snug around her, “When you're a little bigger. I know your mum treats them like cats, but you must understand that graphorns aren’t really cats. They are incredibly dangerous."

"So are hippogriffs,” the girl tried to argue back, even though her voice was getting more and more sleepy by the second.

"Yes,” he agreed, “but the hippogriffs you and your siblings come into contact with have known you all of your lives. Wild hippogriffs would not be this friendly, and I doubt the wild graphorns at the sanctuary will take to your mum as easily as those she already tamed."

"...Will she be alright?"

"Oh, of course she will. She'll be right as rain. And tomorrow, she'll show you all the pictures and tell you all about her adventures."

"Why not today?” she argued still, even as her eyes were now more often closed than open.

"As I said, I don't know when your mum comes home. And even if she walked through the door right now, you're entirely too tired to be looking at graphorns right now, my sweet."

"I'm not - “ the girl yawned loudly, “-m not tired."

"Of course you're not."

"Have you ever touched a graphorn?"

"Oh I did. Several times, actually. The ones your mother used to keep. I was not too keen on them in the beginning, but they did grow on me over the years."

"Which other beasts did she keep? Any that she doesn't keep now?"

And so Aesop talked about all of the beasts he encountered in his wife's vivariums, and later in that chest he helped her transfigure into the perfect place for animals. Maggie would occasionally ask a question, her voice quieter and quieter each time, until she stopped asking entirely. Still, Aesop sat with her, looking at his precious little girl. Her face was still that of a child, but her more grown up features began appearing in it as well, and Aesop had no doubt she'd grow up to be a real beauty one day, just like her mother was. He actually saw in her bits of his own mother, Maggie’s namesake, like the gentle slope of her nose, or the expressive eyebrows.

Before he realised his eyes were even closing, the former professor nodded off.

A gentle hand on his cheek woke him and he looked around in the dim room. His eyes caught those of his wife. "Hello, you," she chirped quietly, mindful not to wake their daughter. Aesop stifled a groan - his poor back. It bothered him whenever he fell asleep somewhere that wasn't his bed. MC's other hand held out a vial he'd never fail to recognise.

"You'll be pleased to know that your crate worth of Wiggenweld potions was entirely unneeded. That is, until I came here and saw you. Was this your plan all along?" she asked teasingly, her eyes sparkling even in the dark. Aesop quickly gulped down the potion and welcomed the near instant relief. He gave one more look to his sleeping child before letting his wife pull him to his feet and lead him out of the bedroom.

Once they were outside and the door was shut, he gathered the woman into his arms and captured her lips with his own. It was not a short ‘welcome back’ kiss either, the former professor would not allow his woman to leave his arms until he deemed her sensibly snogged and breathless.

"Hello," he finally greeted, his voice slightly hoarse from both his impromptu nap and the heated kiss they just shared., "when did you get home?" "Just now,” she replied, still holding onto him for dear life, “It's half past midnight. Sorry I took so long, but the beasts are now safe in their new home."

"I'm happy to hear it. Have you eaten? There's chicken with rice in the kitchen."

"I have, thank you. I'll save it for tomorrow. But I could definitely use a bath. One gets sweaty chasing graphorns around."

Aesop chuckled, dipping his head into the crook of her neck, a very special place he considered his home just as much as his house.

"Hm... You smell amazing though."

"And you're a liar, Aesop Sharp."

"I'm not. You smell delectable. I could eat you up."

She laughed softly at his words, keeping her volume sensibly low so as not to wake up half the house. The palms of her hands made contact with his chest in what was st likely supposed to be a teasing smack, but was way too gentle to be seen as much.

"Oh you... Come, let's have a quick bath before bed, she decided, leading her husband away by the hand from their eldest daughter’s room and towards their own bedroom, "How was your day?" "Definitely less thrilling than yours, but I enjoyed it very much” said Aesop honestly, sitting on their shared bed as his wife began pulling off her rather dirty clothes. “The children were lovely and very well behaved the entire day, did their school work without any fuss, (FN) writes very nicely, and Eleazar’s fractions are getting better and better with each exercise. And Maggie helped me cook lunch today."

"Would you look at that. You lot have been busy. I'm very glad to hear it."

"What about you?” Aesop asked, aiding his wife at removing the last bits of her clothing while beginning to work on his own garment. Their clothes immediately floated off to the hamper to be dealt with later. !I can see you’ve been rolling around a bit."

"I had to dodge quickly, some of the males were a little fussy. I've still got it though, only broke a little sweat,” the younger woman gave him a little grin, and Aesop felt himself fall in love with her all over again. It’s been over fifteen years since they shared their first kiss, their first embrace, since they first lay together, and yet a single look and a single smile made Aesop’s heart pick up pace and his knees go a little weaker.

"I'd never dare even mention the possibility of you not having it,” He said finally. Aesop knew she saw right past him, he was hyper aware that she was able to read him like an open book now. She knew all of his secrets, the entirety of his past, she knew where he was vulnerable the most.

He couldn’t wish for a person he’d trust more with this knowledge.

“So, about the bath…”

Hello, and thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this story, we'll be very thankful for any and all feedback, and you can also check this fic out over at AO3, where all of the other Sharp family fics are as well 🥰

[marcmorrigan]

According to the artist, when it was suggested that a smile might benefit the look of the finished portrait, Attaché Nohell reportedly replied, "I thought the purpose of this was to be honest."

Super fun commission of @waterloggedsoliloquy's OC Sicely Nohell (they/them) and their terrible, horrible, no good, very bad lusus figure Commanding Officer.

[negasonic9403]

I'm watching Shield season 2 now and wow so much has happened and I'm only five episodes in

So Fitz has a brain injury from saving Simmons and also Simmons was working undercover at Hydra. I was floored. Bobbi seems like a goddess so far

I know Fitz has a brain injury, but he gave autism in season one and now he gives more tism with the way he struggles for words. I do the exact same thing when I get overwhelmed so sorry to brain injury patients everywhere if that's offensive but I'm clutching at straws for good autism representation and I identify so much with Fitz that it hurts

Mack helping Fitz when he's struggling with words gives me life

Also Fitz recognizing that the Jemma he's been talking to was a creation of his subconscious also means that everything she said about Mack was actually spawned by Fitz's own thoughts

Fitz bonding with the guys!!!

Skye is an alien??? Also Coulson is going crazy like Garrett?

Watching May fight herself was very interesting and I'm glad they didn't show real May being tortured

Ward is actually being useful and also good on Fitz for not killing Ward when he had the chance. Self control is hard

Speaking of Ward, I think it was episode one of season two and he just nonchalantly tells Skye he tried to unalive himself in his cell multiple times. Like why is this show trying to make me feel for Ward more than I already do. I really want him to get redeemed but I'm fairly certain that won't happen

Raina is back, hell yeah!

Skye's dad scares me

So sorry these thoughts are so disjointed. I wrote them as I thought them lol

[batidoflan]

more sice of life with lil kitty Callo and owner

[just-spacetrash]

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[machotwink]

we inhabit a BEAUTIFUL world (pizza place compd my lunch 🥲)

[official-linguistics-post]

opinions on once, twice, thrice, quice? next is pice, hice, sice, oeaiuice, nice, and dice.

you sent this at a great time because i just had 2 margaritas. yes to all i love them they're my children and i'l protect them with my life

[amaltheametalweld]

So there have been a few new additions to the fish tank. The creek near my house dried out and all the fish trapped in a shrinking puddle went into my porch bucket.

Most of the shiners died anyways they either jumped out or got eaten by the 2 little long ear sunfish. There are three darters left that I brought inside to the 20 gallon after realizing that at least one of the fish was predating on the others.

Honestly I was moving them quickly trying to keep them alive sice they were essentially trapped in a mud puddle. So they went straight into the bucket no counting no species id-ing nothing.

The darters are now healthy and impossible to catch. But the sunfish are back in the larger river.

So now there's 3 native fish in my tank. Two enjoy the tong feeding and one would rather just pick off snails. So they seem like they'll be thriving even if I can't get them netted to save my life!!

World's luckiest sunfish. Saved from the August sun and dropped into a buffet with two feedings of fish food a day and all the little fish he could eat going back to the river. Yes he looks distorted by the jar and the wierd lighting but it's the best photo of him!

[starstar10s]

INTRO TO MY JEGULUS FANFIC!

I want to say thankyou to everyone who showed interest towards my post talking about my fanfic i really appreciate any support you can give me❤️

here is a sneak peak i will release the whole first chapter if you guys like this. Just putting it out there that any mean or homophobic comments will be deleted and is not accepted

About the fic:

This fic follows the relationship between James Potter and Regulus Black its not a massively slow burn but its not immediate. Regulus is unable to get away from his household that has heavily affected him and the way he acts and trusts people his whole life despite the help james tries to give him. He makes some bad decisions. James tries his best to help him but its hard and when the choice comes between Regulus and being with him or standing with his friends and fighting for what he knows is right.

Content warnings for whole fic:

Eating disorder, self harm, sexual abuse, anxiety, body hatred, child abuse, suicide, suicidal thoughts, violence, homophobia, swearing, major character death

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Part 1: Year 5

Chapter 1 - Regulus

Regulus stood in his room with his face down in front of the tall full length mirror at the back of the dorm, his messy black curls in his face and tears falling onto the carpeted floor. He hated this, crying. Regulus barely ever cried he had never been the crying type ever since he was a kid. No doubt because his mother had enforced punishment against it as if it were a crime since before he could remember. Suddenly he heard Barty and Evan goofing around close to the door of their doormroom. His head snapped up as he hurriedly wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve and pushed his hair out of his face. Then Barty knocked on the door,

"Oi Regulus open up. Pandora's come from the ravenclaw common room and Dorcas is up too , were all waiting for you to go to breakfast so hurry up."

Barty called loudly and Regulus did the best to make sure his voice didnt shake as he spoke back "No you guys go down to the hall without me I'll come in a bit got a couple things I want to do unpacking and stuff." His voice betrayed no sound of emotion. Outside of the door Evan rolled his eyes and Barty pulled him back down to the common room by the handyelling back at Regulus "Fine whatever Pandora'll be pissed she said she 'woke up early to see you' or whatever." Regulus felt a little twinge of guilt in his stomach, Pandora and regulus had been there for each other sice day one since the first train ride.

[spitinsideme]

I was wondering, do u have any lore for your maid au? Like, how did Pomni get hired? Was she hand picked? Or did she have to go through the normally hiring process? Also, thank u again for your wonderful art, always brightens my day :3

i do in fact have lore for my maid au ! i am so interssted in it because .... ughh .. maid .. lady she serves ...uffhfhf fuck ME !!

pomni was NOT hand picked, she was like 20 when she joined (ragatha was 25) and nothing really hapened between them because ragatba kind of keeps hrr distance with the other maids since shes a lesbian ad she doesnt really want to fall gor a woman sice youknow she lives in a homophoboc place and she kind of doesnr want to lose everythinf amd whatevrr, but ome day a year later, when pomni was 21 and whad been working there for a year (she was interwsted in ragatha but in a god she seems so mysterius and like so to herself .. that kind of interwst but shes aldo a pussy so ehenever zhe saw ragatba close she would RUN AND SPRINT to the other side and ragatb found that cute)

pomni was 21 and ragtha was havong a mental breakfown because shes stuck in a loveless marriage and youknow what sure she has a kid which came from her husbands ptevioud marriage so not biolohivally related but since you all call hrr a milf i wsnt to give her a kid .. her kid is like 16 whateber no ome cares about him !!! pomni found ragtha having a mental breakfown becuade her life sucks ot whatever and so then pomni panicmerd and helped her out and boom they were like .. then they becone friends and started talking to each other more often. they ddont get into a relationsgio unt they wwre 25 and 30 !! ragatha would like flirt woth her but pomni is oblivioud af wpuld be lie "sigh ... ragatha showrd me her tits today when her towel accidentlaly fell off the third time today .. i wish j could youch those tits .... 😿" and thatd it .. i think

[anime3fan]

a Life without you

Aizetsu x Reader Part 1

: Angst

Creators Note :

( i don't know about hantengus Backstory )

Let's pretend aizetsu was once a human and isnt a Clone ,think of it as an au and because every demon has a different name in their Backstorys so i gave him one too

The First Part is Just about the Backstory !

( He's so Babygirl )

You hadn't much friends as a child , Not even one ,you Always sat under a roof watching others play and had fun while you sat in the shadows

and even when you tried to fit in when you hear Something you do and try to Talk with them about it , the only Thing they responded with was laughing at you or telling you to shut up

One day a single mother came to the Village and you heard that she had a son , it was your chanse , If you could impress him maybe He will become your friend and you wont be alone anymore

So the next day when you saw her Holding a Boys Hand while smiling at him you went to her and asked If you could Play with him , she Said You should ask her son Not her

You saw the calm Boy building a Snow man , can i Help you ?

You asked him , he turned around and saw you standing behind him , He nods with a shy Look on His face , you sat down besides him helping him build a Snow man,you found Out His name was azak, since that day you bacame bestfriends , pepole didn't Like him either so you both Always hang Out , until one day after three years later a Girl moved in the House besides His , she asked him to be her friend and He acctepted after Sometime you tought that Something was wrong with her and didn't feel good about her

When you told the Same thing to azak tho , you Had a big fight with him ,,you are Just Jealous that i found someone better than you , do you think your the best in the World ?" Bu- but what are you going to cry about it ? Or do you want to be alone again that much ? You Look shocked at him The Person before you wasn't azak , He wasn't the Same kind Boy you knew

,, i have better Things to do than Bring with a someone Like you , He went away

after Sometime Standing you feel to the ground tears Ran uncontrolbly down your eyes falling to the ground , you couldn't hold Back you tears anymore

After that day you never talked to him Nor did He to you , you sat under that roof again , you now didn't want Friends anymore they all betrayed you and used you , you better than them anyways

You Wish you could belive it yourself, but you knew you Lied to yourself

Seven years has bassed you we're now 19 and it was still the Same , the Girl who ruined your friendship, Marie told everyone that you Hit and harmed her , azak belived her without even caring If it was a lie or Not ,even your Family did , you Life became hell since then

Everyone hated you sice then , the Most Thing you hated about it was how azak looked at you with a cold disgusted Look on His face , you even tried to Tell him that it wasen't you , but He never listend

One day you heard Panick screaming and crying you Ran as fast as you could , you arrivel was Welcomed with a big fire

a Villager then told you that zandak was there you rushed in without histenation after Hearing His Words , you Goughed, you've been sreaching for azak for ten minutes now it was slowly becoming hard to breath , after Sometime you finally found azaks Body you checked If He was still breathing , you we're reliefed after Hearing His calm breathing you Put him on your Back and went to the outpot trying to hold yourself together after finally ariving at the door you opened it and Fell to the ground azak in your arms

You woke Up , finding yourself in a room you never Seen before you Look around and See azak lying the bed next to you , you try to sit Up and feel and awful pain in your Back

You shouldn't sit Up much , you have a big Sound in your Back so be cearful you heared a familiar voice , you looked where it came form ,oh Miss renaer Long time No see , how have you been ? You asked azaks mother

you right, it has been a long time , i am fine thanks for asking , and how have you been ? I Heard about how you saved my son , thank you she bowed infornt of you

please don't bow infornt of me , i didn't do something that big , you Shake your Hands in the Air , hahaha you haven't Change even a little you heard her laughing gentely you Smile , please i have a little request for you Miss renaer

i would Love to do anything i can honey as a thank for saving my son , please don't Tell him i was the one who saved him and If He ever asked Tell him it was Marie He Likes her more than me i Look down , you Like my son don't you , you raise your head shocked , was it this obvious , she chuckeled no, no but i know it , but If you Wish Not to Tell him i wont force you , but please try to get better with eachother again

thank you, i will try to , you sayed your goodbyes

After Walking for Sometime you Turn around seing the sun Go down , remembering how you Always watched it with the man who once meant the world to you

Will we ever be as Happy as we we're once ? Or never ? Azak ...

Wait for more ;⁠)

I am Not the best at writing fanfictions but i gave my best (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Please don't Reporst or translate my work

i will rewrite this with more ditails and Backstory later i was in a Rush when i started it , i Hope you Like it

There will be a Part 2 for the Backstory but i will write everything including this Part with it

[yonetee]

Sketches for my comic sice-project. Romance story from the ecofarm environment. Mostly wholesome slice of life a with a little bit horor.

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

Could I request how M6 react with a MC who has a hard time orgasming? Like, it takes a bit to orgasm? Thank you!

Note: I was super happy with this request, because I feel like this theme hits home for lots of people!

Are you coming?

Asra would always create the most cozy, welcoming envirroment he can think of, with sweet tea scents and glimmering of lights, where you can relax and unwind before going at it, since lack of orgasms js mostly dued ti stress. He's a master massager, and this helps getting you to relax and, well, slowly getting knto a sexier mood. Magic is a big plus here, since it can get you to meet him in your dreams where everything is easyer, but he likes the real life versikn better.

Muriel is great for you, sice it takes a while for him as well. Lovemaking with him is sweet and slow, without any useless add-ons to distract you. He likes to takes his time so he can be totally focused on what you're doing, even if this means going at it less often. Beimg sourrounded by the forest helps as well. No need to rush it.

Julian is very good at finding alternatives to basic penetration. He has the knowledge and the instruments to get you aroused in thousands different ways, and then he likes to dedicate himself to your pleasure. If you're the type who worries for the time you're taking to reach an orgasm, he will literally tie you up, flip an one hour long hureglass, and tell you that you won't go anywhere before the sand will be over... you'll be all his to play.

Lucio's not patient, but he's creative and so very curious and eager to explore. Do you need to take your time? Not a problem at all: it means that you will have more things to try and have fun together.

Portia is the one having an hard time with it. She often falls into self doubt, since she thinks it's somehow her fault. She puts real efforts into it, tries everything she can think of, often resulting in you stressing up and having even an harder time at coming. Eventually, you talk about itin front of a nice cup of tea, and decide to conjure some solution. You tell her that you're happy with the intimacy and erotism you share with her, and coming quick and sure it's not mandatory. She seems to relax and starts allowing you to take care of her pleasure without obsessing over yours.

Nadia shares this quirk ("because it's a quirk, not a problem!", she tells you) with you. Having similar paces and time, it's not something thar requires any "handling" or "solution". You really enjoy Nadia's slow, lingering intimacy, in which you take your time and are really not orgasm-centric. Yes, she can be a frick, but mostly she looks for a relaxing sexy time with you. When you both are too overwhelmed by your duties, she doesn't refrain from having a friend or two in your common bedroom, so that someone can take proper care of the two of you without any hassle from your side.

[tbharashi]

Ahojte!.♡

Tak po dlouhé době jsem zpátky ( -д-)...Opravdu se omlouvám, chtěla bych říčt, že jsem byla hrozně busy apod. ale...nebyla..byla jsem jen lína postovat...Takže zde tu máme moje gyaru life updates!

Začala jsem gal nosit (skoro) každý den (i do školy)! Sice si dělám trochu více simple make-up, ale to je jen proto, že jsem líná vstávat dříve abych toho stihla více...(´ε ｀)

Koupila jsem si konečne dlouhé nalepovací nehty!! Vždycky když jsem si udělala make-up, moje ruce se cítily docela nahaté (ФωФ)...

Ukázka nehtů na lego triceratopsovi teda.. ( ﾟ∀ﾟ) Nehtíky jsem si lepila s pomocí takových těch melicherných malých lepítek na nehty a trošičku lepidla po okrajích...no prosim vás to NEŠLO DOLŮ!!!! (゜ロ゜) myslela jsem, že mi upadnou nehty!!!!! No nakonec se mi to podařilo dostat dolů a moje nehty moc požkozené nakonec nebyly!! ....Už mám v košíku další nehty ale hehe

No! a to by bylo pro můj gyaru update asi vše! Vím, že je to docela mluvení do prázdna, ale jestli by vás cokoliv zajímalo abych o tom psala nebo vám něco ukázala co se týče gyaru, nebojte se mi písnout! (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[eastern-lights]

(since you guys asked for “more more”, english version once again follows)

Řekli jste si o to. Zodpovědnost padá na vaše hlavy. Další další random fakta o našem novém prezidentovi, které jsem se dozvěděla z jeho životopisu:

během studií byl jeho nejbližší parť��k Karel Klinovský, zvaný Klíňák nebo také Major Kurva, a po vlastní zásluze také badass memetických proporcí. Odpověď na otázku “Kde je Klíňák?” byla údajně vždy “Tam, kde Pavel” a naopak.

během oněch studií se oba zúčastnili týmového závodu v přespolním běhu v plné výstroji. Podle Klíňáka tehdy v každém týmu “padl” jeden voják. V jednom asi v polovině někdo zkolaboval, v dalším si jeden pilot odrovnal ledviny a už nemohl nikdy chodit. A v Klíňákově týmu, na posledních několika kilometrech, které se běžely v plynových maskách, začal omdlívat Pavel. Jak to později Klinovský popsal, běžel sice dál, ale v záklonu a nohama vykopával do vzduchu “jak kobyla”, zatímco Klíňák ho zezadu podpíral, aby se nevyvrátil. Hned za cílem zkolaboval a musela ho odvézt čekající sanitka. Klinovský jim ho předal a ještě si za cílovou rovinkou zapálil. Později o Pavlovi řekl, že “Peťa by radši chcípnul, než aby něco vzdal”.

když se mu narodil první syn, Pavel se na oslavu zbořil natolik, že když mohl druhý den ráno synka navštívit, vypadal tak hrozně, že “jsem se nepoznal ani já sám v zrcadle, natož moje žena”. Tehdy se rozhodl, že druhého syna rozhodně na světě přivítá důstojněji.

během již zmíněné mise UNPROFOR, když vrátil zachráněné francouzské vojáky na jejich základnu, kde mu poděkovali před nastoupenou jednotkou a připili šampaňským, se mu dostalo studené sprchy v podobě návratu na vlastní českou základnu. Tam mu jen stráž otráveně otevřela bránu, a když šel Pavel nahlásit svůj návrat, velitel byl v teplákách s nohama na stole, a nejenže ho nepochválil, ale ještě ho zjebal za to, že se nehlásil v domluvených intervalech. Pavel, který za poslední týden musel řešit víc krizí, než jeho velitel za celou svou kariéru, mu na to řekl “Omlouvám se, veliteli, ale když vám u hlavy drží samopal a ostřelují vás minometem, tak se fakt špatně podává hlášení. Teď mě omluvte, jdu se ožrat.” a odešel.

v době svého jmenování byl nejmladším generálem v historii České republiky - bylo mu 41

‘More more’ random facts about Petr Pavel that I pulled from his biography:

his best mate during studies was Karel Klinovský, a.k.a Klíňák or Major Kurva and a memetic badass in his own right. The answer to the question “Where is Klíňák?” was allegedly always “With Pavel.” and vice versa

during those studies, the two took part in a team marathon run in full gear. On each of the competing teams, one soldier “laid down his life”, as Klinovský later said. One team had a soldier collapse halfway through. On another, an aspiring pilot fried his kidneys and could never walk again. And on Kliňák’s team, on the last several kilometres, which were run with the addition of a gas mask, Pavel started to faint. But, as Klinovský later described, he pushed on, bent literally backwards, kicking his feet up “like a circus horse” and supported from behind by Klíňák so he wouldn’t fall over. He collapsed right after crossing the finish line and had to be taken away by the ambulance that was waiting there. After handing his friend over, Klinovský proceeded to have a smoke behind the finish line. He would later say about Pavel that “Peťa would literally rather fucking die than give up.”

when his first son was born, Pavel got so obnoxiously drunk in celebration that when he was allowed to visit his boy the next day, he looked so horrible that “I couldn’t even recognize myself in the mirror, and neither could my wife”. It was at that moment that he resolved to welcome his second son into this world with more dignity.

during the already mentioned UNPROFOR mission, having returned the rescued french soldiers to their base, where they thanked him with the whole unit at attention and toasted him with champagne, he had to face quite the cold shower in the form of the welcome at his own base. The guards were annoyed to even open the gate for him, and when he went to the commanding officer to report, he was greeted by the sight of the officer in sweatpants with feet up on his desk. Not only did he not commend Pavel on a job well done, he gave him a dressing down for not reporting in at the agreed upon intervals. Pavel, who already had to deal with more shit in the last week than the man in front of him in his entire career, told him “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s kind of hard to report in when you have a gun to your head and you’re dodging mortar fire. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to get drunk.” and left.

at the time of his appointment, he was the youngest general in the history of the Czech Republic at 41 years of age

[spectral-idiot]

"Feliz cumple! (Happy Bday!) " One shot. Its out!

"Some years have passed since their last trip to area zero. Flore and their friends get to mature and start new paths, and even get to know each other better making deeper bonds, now that their lifes are not in constant risk.

Their 17th birthday has arrived, and the (For 2nd time), Blue Berry League champion, Kieran, their boyfriend, convinced Cyrano to give Flore and their paldean friends permission to stay a week in Blue balerry academy to celebrate the special day."

Its inspired by @cochineal-leviat work in ao3

If somebody was waiting 4 this (Alongside Levi cause I spammed in hs dm since sunday, hype motivates me) its already out! This is a fucking milestone sice i never broke the k words line, and this has moreless 15 fucking k

I know its august 18th and not 14th as the notes say, but can we pretend that its still my bday? I did my best

I did my best whit this. Imma diie for a week and start the Noelle (My oc ) one shot, yes. (Stalk my blog 2 know her, I have her lore, design, fun facts and a sneak peak of te writing)

Ill go rest, bye! (Please, imma need rest)