Aesop didn’t know what he did to warrant such a lovely creature to call his own. You were angelic in every sense of the word, perfect, idyllic- everything he could ask for.

He barely remembered how you met, he was far too focused on the fact that such a heavenly deity had taken time out of their day to so much as speak of him. Honestly, Aesop would have died a happy man from just that interaction alone.

But here he was, sat over a pile of Felix Felicis (or, Liquid Luck) reports from his sixth year students. By now it was gone midnight and he was determined to mark them before he went to bed.

Though, Aesop found himself incredibly distracted by the wedding band he wore around his finger, twirling it. Surely it was wrong for a man to be this in love with his partner? Aesop couldn’t help it, he practically melted around him…and he hated how his students knew it too.

The door to the potions room opened, and Aesop’s dark eyes flit up tiredly from the stacks of parchment, landing on his spouse. “You should be sleeping” he said gently, unable to fight the soft smile that crossed his rugged features.

“I won’t be too long, just a few more marks to hand out.” The potions teacher knew that was a gross understatement, based on the large pile of unmarked papers on his left.

The fact you’d even come to check on him made his stern soul soften. You were far too sweet for him..