#professors AU

[houseofhurricane]

I commissioned @ivmaruva to create a piece inspired by chapter eleven of  Against Nostalgia, and I’m obsessed with the way this piece came out. It’s just so hot! It’s been incredible from the very first sketch, and I’m so excited to share it with all of you.

Against Nostalgia is a novel-length Dramione fic where Draco and Hermione are both professors at Hogwarts. Come for the slow burn and the dark academia and stay for the steam 🔥

[fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff]

Small addition to the Professor Peem and Professor Q tag because I seriously need to focus on my studies but We Are knaws at my brain.

"You may know that since Professor Q has taken a sabbatical for the rest of semester and since his half of the syllabus is complete, your doubts can be taken up by me. Please feel free to approach me anytime, I'll be in my office." Peem ended the lecture and dismissed the class. Yet no one moved. He looked up with confusion to the lack of commotion, to see eyes of concern.

"What's wrong?" He asks, no answer.

"Guys, I said you were dismissed. Don't you have more classes today?"

"Professor Peem, are you okay?"

Peem doesn't know what his students are talking about. He looks to his feet, trying to observe what is wrong with his appearance. Yeah, his shirt is a little untucked and his tie isn't as proper as it should've been. Yeah, maybe he could've done a better job with his hair today morning. But that shouldn't be enough to warant concern from his students, to let them know that he is, in fact, very much not okay.

It was a month ago that Phum had to leave for Singapore for two months. It was a month ago that he had started to tell himself that this was not that big of a deal. It was a month ago that he was sure these two months would go by in a blink of an eye and his Phum would be back in his arms even before he could complete the blink. It wasn't until two days back, when Q and Toey left for their Europe trip did he realise that this blink felt more like an endless and painful coma.

Yet, what he doesnt realise that this syncing of his breakdown has, once again, fed the rumors of his and Q's apparent relationship.

When his students refuse to leave the hall, despite Peem's reassurances, he does so himself. The moment he does, the murmurs begin.

"Did they break up? Is that why Professor Q took a sabbatical?"

"He takes one every year, that can't be it."

"Didn't someone say that he was going on a Europe trip? Who goes on such a romantic trip without their boyfriend?"

"Maybe Professor Peem was supposed to go but they broke up so he didn't."

"That seems a little too cruel, even for Professor Q."

"Guys, you might want to look at this-"

Toey's instagram handle open on the mobile screen, it shows a photo of him and Q looking over the sunset at the Saimes River.

"A water body. Wow, maybe Professor Q is that cruel."

The next day rolls around and now that Peem has understood that his breakdowns have to be very strictly reserved for his house and Phum's daily videocalls only, he looks just as he did always. But what doesn't change still is the sympathetic looks he catches in class.

Is he still looking pathetic?

In the staff room, he catches a hold of Fai who tells him he certainly doesn't look like he spent the last night crying. Helpful.

His phone automatically calls Fang when it comes to advice regarding puffy eyes and dark circles, not because Fang cries a lot but because between the architecture firm and being in love with Tan, he does not sleep a lot.

"I told you, you need a break. Your routine is not healthy right now, and I'm sure the college will allow you a few days off."

"I have a lot of classes, Fang. And I've to take up any doubts regarding Q's half too. This is not the time for me to take a break. Now will you tell me what to do about my eyes, or should I tell Tan that you ate the donuts I brought for him?"

Ice packs after crying, eye cream and if need be so, a little bit of concealer. Concealer that he will have to buy since Fang is not sharing his, or even Tan's. "Infections, much? Plus you're not my shade nor Tan's."

He is at the department store that is supposed to have everything. Which includes his needs for today, ice cream, rose scent candles, eye cream, and his shade of concealer, and the cologne that Phum wears because he misses his boyfriend and at least the house can smell a little like him. It also includes everything one of his students had on their list as well, because he finds her trying to sneakily click a photo of Peem trying to find the cologne.

"Guys, he's buying the cologne Q wears. He misses him so much. I also saw him buy eye cream."

Actually Q does wear the same brand of cologne as Phum, mostly because Phum is the one who introduced it to him, but its not the same cologne itself. That's not a detail the fine arts student care about as much as the wrinkle count of Peem's forehead as he tries to figure out the reason behind his student's behavior before walking over to where she is.

"Can I help you Reem?"

He then watches as his student fumbles her phone to the ground, apologise repeatedly, pick up her phone which he is sure has a broken screen now, and run away.

He reiterates the whole tale to Phum when he reaches home, a long ten minute podcast of an audio. Exactly eleven minutes after, he recieves a call from the same person, the person he needs the most.

"Hey. Long day, huh?" The soft voice speaks and if Peem hadn't kept his ice cream in the fridge, it would've also melted with him.

After an hour, Phum agrees with Fang about Peem needing a break but he also knows better than to suggest it because he knows Peem couldn't bring himself to abandon his class a month before their exams. So he says, "I'll be back very, very soon. And then your students will see just how happy you can be. Okay?"

And Peem hangs on to that okay for the next month, hangs on as if for dear life. And in this month, unbeknownst to Toey himself because he really does not care for Instagram notifications when he has his P'Q in the most romantic setting of the century, Toey's instagram account gains about fifty new followers who all have the same goal- plot revenge on Q.

[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 55/100

Introduction to Fake Dating Your Best Friend 101 by @spacerenegades

[Fake relationship, 24 627 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

Bucky stares at his best friend as though he’s absolutely lost what’s left of his dumbass mind.

“Excuse me?” he asks dumbly.

Steve sighs and sags back onto the couch, covering his face dramatically with one large, well-manicured hand.

“Dean Coulson thinks we’re dating. And gay. But like, for each other. And now I need you to fake date me so I can convince the Chancellor to fund my research.”

or;

Steve and Bucky are a pair of professors who have to fake date for academic purposes and are real dumb along the way. It's not so much a forest of pine as a whole landscape of it. It turns out fine, probably.

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[glitchedhound]

Ode to a Nightingale by Acoostic on AO3

An Ether KWKBang 2024 fic

Here is my first contribution for the KWKbang 🎉!! Had a great time working on this with @feralchilde_ on twitter ♡

Please check out their sweet KWK professors au fic, link under read more!

[folklauerate]

We have new Prof Au! Anthony content 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

We do!!!!! It’s so great :,,,)

[darthbloodorange]

Professors Steve and Thor share a table in the campus cafe every lunch. Each tries to work up the courage to talk to the other, their mutual crushes making it difficult.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2024 Mini Bingo - No Powers [Card #2 "Alternate Universe"] ✦ @tonystarkbingo Round 8 - AU: College [S2] (Card: 8050)

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Love and Lunch Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: None Major Tags: Modern AU, No Powers AU, College/University AU, Professors AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Crushes, Developing Relationship, Bakery and Coffee Shop, Food, Flowers, Professor Steve Rogers, Professor Thor, Human Thor ~ Summery: Professors Steve and Thor share a table in the campus cafe every lunch. Each tries to work up the courage to talk to the other, their mutual crushes making it difficult.

[soupy-george]

It's (nearly) the Weekend WIP

Thanks for the tag @squintclover

*Working title*

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The Professors in Their 30's Fic

  DRACO MALFOY - AUROR (technically) A Quick Summary of the Last Decade:

2003- Achieved Auror Qualification.  Note: Slight delay in training start date due to my own imprisonment, and dying father, general inconvenience.

2004 - Potions Specialist Certification, top marks.  Note: Cheers Severus, you taught me well

2005- Discovered loathing of field work.  Note: Bad guys thought I was on their side too often

2006 - Auror Office, cyphers and intelligence desk.  Note: Much better, useful contribution to society, repayment of past debts etc, no nightmare stake-outs or duelling friendly/related bad guys

2013 - (The Unpleasant Present) - Sent undercover as a Professor at Hogwarts.  Note: minding my own business, life ruined by dreadful turn of events. 

Assessment of The Dreadful Turn of Events: Undercover. (Field work- hideous) As a Professor. (Children/Teenagers- also hideous) At Hogwarts. (Where Potter works - not hideous, therein lies the problem) 

Note: Potter is DADA professor, a job he took out of the blue after I graduated from Auror training. His departure happened to coincide with a momentary lapse in judgement when we may have kissed, drunkenly … (and heatedly) against a wall.

One time. 

Awkward? Yes. 

Reason to abandon whole career? Apparently.  A Hogwarts Murder Mystery. 

[cntrlaltdelete-what]

Chapters: 1/11 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, Eleanor | Hob Gadling's Wife/Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus & Lucien | Lucienne, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus & Matthew the Raven, Hob Gadling & Matthew the Raven, Hob Gadling & Lucien | Lucienne Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Hob Gadling, Eleanor | Hob Gadling's Wife (The Sandman), Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Matthew the Raven

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Past Child Death, slow burn but only kind of, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Professor Hob Gadling, POV Hob Gadling, Teacher Hob Gadling, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings, Paperwork, The New Inn (The Sandman), Family Issues, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Based on a Tumblr Post, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, no beta we die like Hob Gadling doesn't, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Alternate Universe - Professors, Loneliness

Summary:

Hob Gadling had worked as a professor in London for some years. It had always been the same routine each semester, each day. Every day he returns to the same flat, the same deafening silence.

After several years at the university, Hob meets a strange colleague. Something feels familiar about him, but it is impossible that they know each other. Hob would have remembered the mysterious and shut-off stranger had they met before. He would know of he had run into the same emotional walls before as he tried to strike up a conversation with the entirely disinterested man. Nevertheless, they cannot avoid one another as they continuously meet on campus. Neither can Hob deny that this stranger looks quite appealing from some angles.

[morosexual-aziraphale]

idk if I'm ever going to finish this so. have this messy lil sketch from my professors au

“Something on my face?”

Zira, caught staring, felt his heart flip in his rib cage as his face went red. Now or never.

There was, in fact, something on Crowley’s face. A streak of golden paint high on their cut-glass cheekbone. It suited them, made them look almost inhuman. Gold flake pressed into their skin.

Zira nodded. “Yes,” he said. It came out breathless and in a higher register than he would have liked.

To his surprise, Crowley stepped out from behind their canvas and approached Zira. “Where?” they asked, their voice hushed, their eyes bright, their smile mischievous.

Zira reached out. Now or never now or never now or never now or-

He put his hand on their face, right where the gold paint was smeared. “Here,” he whispered.

There was a moment, then, which stretched on for infinity. The Thing which had remained unspoken stood there, practically screaming for attention. The air between them was full of shared breaths, brittle and breakable and absolutely terrifying.

And then Crowley pressed their cheek ever so slightly into Zira’s palm, eyelashes fluttering, something like hope shining in their honey-brown eyes, and a dam in Zira’s heart burst.

Read it here!

[imaginmatrix]

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

chapter xxix: i'm like the water (when your ship rolled in that night)

When Annabeth finally knocked on the door, her forehead and palms slick with sweat, her body’s exhaustion attempting to permeate through her adrenaline, she decided that maybe she should have let one or two thoughts occur; she now had no clue what she would say.

As it turned out, thoughts weren’t needed.

The door clicked, it swung open, and she sucked in a breath as Percy stood there, tight white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, his expression freezing into one of surprise when he found her standing there.

“...Hi.” Annabeth breathed.

percabeth / professors au / enemies with benefits to lovers / rated e / wip

[aziraphales-library]

hello I wanted to ask you if it was possible to recommend me au or crowley or aziraphale and tutor or parents of Adam if possible a fanfic with a lot of chapters I know I ask you a lot but if you manage to find me some I marry you

Hi. Please check out our #professors, #kid fic, and #adam young tags for loads of fics like this for you to enjoy! Here are a few more to add to the collection...

Poor Men by smol_bird (G)

What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

Part of the Whole Design by nightbloomingcereus (T)

Crowley meets Aziraphale for the first time in Paris, where they spend a day and a night together. It's 6,000 days before they meet again, as professors at Oxford.

Human/Academia AU.

First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield by heloluv (M)

Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers.

Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye.

A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.

A University Affair by Two_of_Clubs (E)

Professor Ezra Fell is just beginning his new job at the University of London. Little does he know just how exciting his new life in London is going to be. From his first lecture to his first full academic year, Ezra Fell encounters it all! That means odd coworkers, nosy students, and let's not forget difficult family members! Not to mention, a particular professor who works down the hall that his new boss is just a little too happy to introduce him to...

Slides of Stars by Mjazilem (T)

“Excellent, welcome back to St. Terrence Professor Phell.”

Zira grins from ear to ear. “Thank you, thank you Dean!”

“Ha, alright, you go and settle in, the staff will be meeting at noon in the conference hall in the administration building so everyone can meet our newest professors.”

“Professors? Who else is coming on?”

“Another young man, he also attended school here you might remember Anthony Crowley.”

Crowley? Zira didn't remember the name maybe when he saw him he would recognize his face.

or

Zira Phell is a new literature professor at St. Terrence. He's not the only new teacher. Anthony J. Crowley is an intriguing young man with a mysterious past that keeps unfolding. As the mystery comes to light Zira finds he loves teaching and he loves Crowley.

All My Heart Is Yours by FeralTuxedo (E)

1847. Aziraphale Fell arrives at Eden Hall to take up his new position as tutor to the young heir. The house is enormous, remote, and its occupants rather strange — but none more so than its master, the ill-mannered but inconveniently handsome Mr Crowley.

Mr Crowley’s gaze lingered on him.

‘Now I see you in broad daylight, I can tell you’re no gentleman.’

Aziraphale bristled. He was wearing his best ensemble, and it was of fine enough quality, if a little rumpled from the luggage.

‘Whereas you certainly look the part, even if your manners suggest otherwise.’

A Victorian human AU loosely inspired by Jane Eyre, but with 50% less angst and 100% less spousal incarceration.

- Mod D

[houseofhurricane]

I commissioned marblenxxart to create a piece inspired by Against Nostalgia, and I love the dual portrait she created of Hermione and Draco. Can’t you see this hanging up in the halls of Hogwarts?

Against Nostalgia is a novel-length Dramione fic where Draco and Hermione are both professors at Hogwarts. Come for the slow burn and the dark academia and stay for the steam 🔥

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Pairing: Goopleck (Tyrian Callows/Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck)

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: @rwbyrarepairexchange for @preppy-lizity, using their coworker professor's prompt! I hope you like it, sorry I'm posting it here a bit late

"Huh, that's wrong." A voice says over Bartholomew's shoulder, making him turn around. Tyrian is staring down at his teaching notes, tail curled around his leg, frowning. "My nana didn't do that."

"Your... grandmother?" Bartholomew asks slowly.

"Yes." Tyrian blinks down at him. "Lieutenant Brunhilda?"

Bartholomew stands quickly, his chair rolling away. Tyrian sidesteps it easily. "Your grandmother was one of the best fighters in the war?"

"Who do you think taught me to fight?" Tyrian says like it should be obvious. Which it very much isn't, though it does explain a few things. Bartholomew grabs Tyrian by the shoulders, Tyrian's tail flicking out briefly in instinct before it curls around both their legs.

"Tell me everything," Bartholomew says with a seriousness and excitement only a history professor can have. Tyrian frowns suspiciously at him. It doesn't diminish Bartholomew's excitement.

"... alright," Tyrian says slowly and perches on Bartholomew's desk. Bartholomew sits back down, moving himself back to sit slightly to Tyrian's side so Tyrian's tail can wrap itself around his wrist.

Tyrian and Bartholomew's relationship was... complicated, to say the least. Tyrian was a well of forgotten history, thanks to his connection to a still little-known (though steadily growing more well-known) island. But Tyrian was also... rough. Not cruel, but not quite kind either. He's saner than he was when he first joined. Often Bartholomew doesn't know what to make of the other man, which to him, simply makes him more intriguing. Bartholomew has always liked learning.

Bartholomew watches Tyrian's combat class sometimes, watching the students run through the intense obstacle course he's still not entirely sure how Tyrian convinced Glynda to let him build. It contains fire dust, though not enough to seriously injure a student. Not after the first time it happened, seemingly to Tyrian's genuine surprise. (Tyrian had asked him to watch over the class while he took the student to Rose and Oobleck still remembers the concerned look on his face, under everything else.) Despite the dangers of the obstacle course, Bartholomew knows several students rather enjoy it. It's also a helpful, if unusual, tool.

Sometimes, Tyrian also comes to watch Bartholomew's class or perches on his desk, tail swaying calmly, while Bartholomew himself paces over every inch of his room as he plans a lesson or grades papers. Sometimes Tyrian will bring food. Or sometimes, Bartholomew brings extra for Tyrian. It always ends with them eating together, anyhow, Tyrian looking over whatever Bartholomew was half-rambling about without noticing.

"I'd still give them points for this," Tyrian says, cackling, looking at one of the answers Bartholomew marked wrong. Bartholomew looks back at it over his shoulder. What stopped the Great War? Signatures

"They're certainly not wrong," Bartholomew agrees, laughing. He adds back half a point to their grade.

Some of the other teachers have questioned Bartholomew before, when they learned he watches Tyrian's class occasionally, about the nature of the obstacle course. They haven't seen the class before, but they think it's too dangerous. It is dangerous, but so is being a huntsman. At least with the obstacle course, they're being watched carefully. Bartholomew always replies by asking how they feel about the accompanied missions, which are just as dangerous, if not more. It's kind of funny how quiet they always get, afterwards.

The first time Bartholomew sees Tyrian like he was when he first joined is also the first time Bartholomew ever sees Tyrian's semblance in action.

Semblances are a mystery of science and philosophy, with some needing to be activated and some always being active. Bartholomew's own semblance sits in a grey area, with how much he uses it. Anymore even he's not sure if it's a permantely active one or not, despite speed semblances typically needing to be activated. Tyrian's semblance is in a similar grey area, simply because of how it affects him.

It's rare for teachers to go on missions, but even combat school's take breaks and teachers are still huntsmen. Tyrian and Bartholomew go on a mission together on one such break during winter, and it goes well, until Bartholomew's own curiosity outweighs their luck. One day, Bartholomew might learn from his own mistakes and be more careful with strange things he doesn't recognize. Of course, he's in his forties and still hasn't learned it, but he's not dead yet so there's always time.

Tyrian is the reason he's not dead and still has time.

It doesn't happen immediately after he touches it, because it's only ever immediate in dramatic scenes in movies or books or plays. Instead, they're walking, keeping an eye out for grimm, when Bartholomew's knees start to buckle and his vision blurrs. He does go down slowly, though. Or at least it feels that way. But for a man who's always going at a rabbit's pace, it's not much of a surprise a fall which likely takes a few seconds feels like several minutes. Tyrian catches him before he wobbles fully into the dirt, lowering him carefully so he doesn't hurt his knees on the ground.

"What happened?" Tyrian asks, looking him over with a careful eye and an expression Bartholomew recognizes from survivors of tragedy. Bartholomew doesn't like the latter, so he chooses now to focus on the former. The hand Tyrian puts on his forehead is cooler than it should be.

"It seems I've touched the wrong strange plant," Bartholomew says with a smile forming slower than it should. For a second, Bartholomew thinks he sees Tyrian panic. His tail wraps around Bartholomew's ankle. Before Bartholomew can assure him it'll be fine, he's interrupted by a coughing fit he knows means it likely won't be. Both of them know they are too far away from anyone else and their medkit is too bare to do anything. All they can do is hope whatever Bartholomew touched isn't as bad as it is making itself seem. Except Tyrian's eyes go purple for several moments, the tail around Bartholomew's ankle twitching. When Tyrian's eyes go gold again it's with a terrible, hacking cough. And suddenly, Bartholomew's vision isn't blurry behind his glasses.

Bartholomew helps Tyrian to a hospital, Tyrian's tail wrapped around Bartholomew's waist and Tyrian himself twitching and cackling in spurts around coughing fits the entire way, while Bartholomew's brain reels. It's not until a nurse is treating Tyrian for the plant Bartholomew touched that it really hits. Whatever Tyrian's semblance is, it let him take the poison from him and helped Tyrian's body deal with it better than Bartholomew's own could. Only once the poison is out of Tyrian's system does his tail unwrap itself from Bartholomew and Tyrian stops cackling. Later, he realizes neither the cackling nor the twitching were common effects of the poison.

Later, Tyrian tells in quiet words about losing his moms to a plague no matter how much of the sickness he took from them, and Bartholomew suddenly knows exactly why Tyrian was like he was when he ended up on Beacon's doorstep, looking for a job: Cackling, twitching, with a hollow expression in his eyes.

"I'm technically a prince," Tyrian says one day, out of nowhere, making Bartholomew's eyes snap to him, followed soon after by his entire body. The only thing keeping him from running full-bodied into Tyrian is Tyrian's tail. He might be worried, if he didn't know Tyrian and if Tyrian wasn't laughing brightly at him. Not quite the unhinged cackle, but close. Bartholomew barely notices either, half bracketing Tyrian to his desk with his hands.

"What do you mean?"

Tyrian shrugs, a familiar glint in his eye, backing further onto Bartholomew's desk. "Well when a beautiful, clever woman marries a very wealthy man-" He begins and maybe if he were anyone else, this is where Bartholomew would scoff and roll his eyes, but he's not and Tyrian knows that. Just as much as Bartholomew knows Tyrian isn't anyone else. Bartholomew slowly goes between pacing and simply leaning against his desk listening as Tyrian tells him about a beautiful, clever woman who uses her smarts to gain, only to lose everything in a tragic back-and-forth. It's sad, the way Tyrian tells it, in the way greek tragedies are sad. Inevitable. Unstoppable. For every rise, there is a fall, until there is no longer a rise.

Bartholomew stares at the floor, still, and Tyrian slides to the floor, wrapping his tail around Bartholomew's wrist.

Later, much later, Bartholomew makes a dessert with the help of two archeologists he knows who specialize in Vacuo's history. He's not sure if it's a thank you for the story, or a kind of apology.

Either way, it's one of the few times Bartholomew ever sees Tyrian cry.

It's also the first time Tyrian kisses him.

Dating Tyrian Callows is a bit strange, but there are many things in Bartholomew's life which are strange, from his seemingly always active speed semblance, to his weapon, to his choice of drink actually being decaf coffee instead of caffienated.

It's funny to Bartholomew, as a history professor, but Tyrian is more open about his past than Bartholomew himself is. Bartholomew tells his own story in bits and pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle, where Tyrian is sudden revelations followed by stories, like translating a short novel after finally cracking the forgotten language.

"I worked a dig site in Vacuo one summer. Even after all the warnings, I wasn't quite prepared for the heat."

"My parents died when I was a teen. It's part of why I'm a huntsman."

"I don't actually care for cauliflower."

He can feel Tyrian picking up each piece, fitting them all together to create a single picture. It's odd, because Bartholomew doesn't think anyone's done this before, even Peter. Maybe Ozpin, but Ozpin is more enigma than even Bartholomew can handle half the time and the rest of the time he's in his office, hidden away.

There is something nice about it, though. He doesn't know why, because it's not as if he's ever felt like the amount of thought others put into his personal life or past relates at all to how much they care about him, but something about Tyrian taking the time to figure out where each part fits is nice. Bartholomew wonders if this is how fossils feel when archeologists put their skeletons back together. If, of course, the long dead creatures could feel anything at all. If they did, he thinks they would thank them simply for taking the time to learn their story.

Because that is what archeologists and historians do—they learn the stories. That is what Bartholomew has done, both consciously and subconsciously, a very large part of him always wanting to learn. And that is what Tyrian's done as well, Bartholomew realizes slowly. He has learned as much about Bartholomew as Bartholomew has learned about Tyrian, only he has learned it in chunks and pieces with careful tools in dangerous hands. And Bartholomew has been on several dig sites in several places. He's been a historian for nearly three decades. Bartholomew knows from experience; you only use the most careful brush strokes to sweep away grime to reveal the things you really love. And sometimes, with luck and patience, they reveal themselves to you, and it feels like being loved back.

The next time Tyrian shares a story, they are in the training room, and Bartholomew tells Tyrian a story of his own.

[libbyweasley]

Seasons of Love - Chapter 3

Here's chapter three! This covers the summer (June, July, and August). This section is a little bit shorter...because it's summer and they deserve a break.

I hope you enjoy <3

Rated - T

Words - 8393

Chapter 3/5

Read on AO3

[folklauerate]

this is so anthony from your prof au but he also gets flowers for kate too!!!

Omg it really is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I miss those two :,)

[darthbloodorange]

The university is planning to construct a new building on campus. Something modern and eco-friendly. They get several staff to partake in the project, including Prof. Rogers of the Arts and Design department and Prof. Lang of Engineering. Colleges with a long-standing, well-known crush on the other that's apparent to everyone but themselves.

For the: ✦ @fandombingo - College AU [D5]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Arts and Engineering Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Scott Lang Warnings: None Major Tags: College/University AU, Professors AU, Fluff, Pining, Gardens & Gardening, Professor Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Professor Scott Lang, Engineer Scott Lang ~ Summery: The university is planning to construct a new building on campus. Something modern and Eco-friendly. They get several staff to partake in the project, including Prof. Rogers of the Arts and Design department and Prof. Lang of Engineering. Colleges with a long-standing, well-known crush on the other that's apparent to everyone but themselves.