Juliet

I just posted the first part of my fanfic - please go check it out!

Starts out as an ominis x mc but slowly turns to a professor sharp x mc

Go give it some love and let me know thoughts xoxo

Also photo belongs to @phinik (it’s too beautiful not to use 🤤)

Boy oh boy, it’s been a while but another chapter is here! Hope it was worth the wait!

Thank you @aesopsharpstuff for beta reading ❤️

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51959458/chapters/151937098

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1482591963?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=JulietPricee

Never seen a quote so true to Aesop and Juliet’s relationship 🥰

He rested his head against her chest and felt what he would often feel with her: a self-affection.

She made him like himself. With her, he was at ease; his skin felt as though it was the right size…

It seemed so natural, to talk to her about odd things which is something he had never done before with anyone.

The trust, so sudden and yet so complete, and the intimacy, frightened him… But now he could think only of all the things he yet wanted to tell her, wanted to do with her.

Short but sweet - all about our beloved potions master

@aesopsharpstuff thank you for beta reading! ❤️

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51959458/chapters/144780139

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1456931691?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_writer&wp_uname=JulietPricee

Aesop Sharp enters his classroom, shutting the door firmly behind him and enveloping himself in the thick silence. The room ahead of him paints a familiar picture. It’s unnervingly still and dark despite the candles that are spread out desperately attempting to illuminate the room. To any untrained eye the room looks lonely and bare, but to Aesop, it’s home.

He meanders over to the intimidating pile of unmarked essays on his desk, and strokes his calloused fingers across the uninviting parchments which flutter haphazardly under his touch, adding to the mess of his desk.

‘Maybe not’ he decides as he turns his back to them giving his wand a firm wave. As he peels his overcoat away from his body, a generous glass of whiskey appears before him. “You don’t have to worry about me,” he scoffs in repeat of Juliet, before taking a generous sip of whiskey with a rare smile. He leans back against the cold wooden desk letting a tense sigh pass his moistened lips. “…Let’s hope so”.

His thumb busies itself, tracing the intricate details engraved on the whiskey glass as silence demands the rest of the dungeon.

Sharp finds himself trapped in his thoughts, trying to convince himself that his concern for Juliet is justified. As much as he tries not to show it, he cares for his students and wants each and every one of them to succeed.

Especially Juliet.

His thumb pauses its exploration of the glass as the reminisce of whiskey suddenly sours in his mouth.

And why wouldn’t he want her to succeed? She’s intelligent, determined and puts her all into everything. Any Professor would be honoured to have her as a student.

‘And that’s all there is to it,’ he thinks to himself with hollow confidence. ‘She’s a tenacious young thing with a heart of gold that’s far too witty for her own good. It’s not like I have favourites.”

… but if he did.

Sharp's head snaps towards the door as a flicker of light captures his attention, but to his surprise the dungeon remains empty and still.

He turns his attention back to his whiskey. “Great,” he thinks to himself, “half a glass down and I’m already seeing things.”

He places the glass on the desk behind him and lowers his head into his hands for a moment. As his hands move up his face and through his hair, he raises his head and once again notices a dim flicker of light, but this time he instinctively reaches for his wand.

As his hand makes contact with the wooden handle a surge of energy floods his veins. He raises the wand out before him, allowing the energy to course into it and expel a bright stream of magic. All at once, the room is illuminated, eliciting an exasperated groan from Sharp. He shields his eyes as pools of light refract off the potion vials stacked high on the surrounding shelves. The enchanted books surge away from the intrusive brightness, their flapping pages disappearing into the shadows of the arched ceilings.

Sharp’s eyes squint shut as the magic grows brighter and stronger, demanding more and more of Sharp’s energy.

He falls onto his bad knee, releasing an agonised scream as he hits the ground with gritted teeth. In the agony, his wand clatters to the floor, instantly flooding the dungeon with a familiar darkness. He grabs his knee in an attempt to soothe the pain whilst his eyes remain tightly shut. His other hand quickly locates the wiggenweld he keeps close by in his trouser pocket and makes fast work of uncorking it and pouring it down his throat.

As the slimy liquid travels down his throat, filling his body with a soothing energy he slowly reopens his eyes. Despite the dramatics, the dungeon remains unchanged. That is apart from a small trail of ancient magic that leads outside the door.

Sharp smiles and he clambers to his feet.

He only smiled at their words knowing that they have not knelt at her altar nor tasted the divinity staining her lips.

They have not heard her giggles murmured between every kiss.

"So be it then," he said. "I will walk into hell gladly knowing I've held heaven in my hands."

Thank you so much @coffeeandmagicaltales for this amazing artwork of Juliet and Sharp 😍

Another chapter ready for you guys!

Juliet catches up with Professor Sharp and realises he’s not as scary as the other student let on… Meanwhile Fig has other priorities

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1448191189?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=JulietPricee

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51959458/chapters/142557721