#yeah I love writing random and boring fanfics sorry if disturb anyone just a stupid fanfic girl

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[FANFIC] The Hypothetical Lover Of Your Professor

*an modern AU of Antoine and Maximilien

*Maximilien does have the professor vide

*want both of them to have a better life since there is no need for revolution and stuff

*it is actually part of a fanfic novel about my ship

Professor left the office to give us room for discussion. Actually, he was getting coffee for all of us. It was already 10 PM. We only chatted a bit and exchanged with our professor. Although Professor usually left his office quite late at night, but we still felt sorry for having bothered him until now. Professor told us not to worry since he had nothing to do tonight and tomorrow. It was a Friday night, so he could have some rest for at least a day. His tenderness touched us. It was not the first time. When I first met him, he recognized me immediately being his doctorate. Being an international student in Paris was not easy, but professor had helped me go through most of the difficulties. Professor only took five doctorates this year, and all of us in some way have been taken care by him.

We greeted professor, wishing him have a nice evening, and left the office together. The night of Paris in winter was refreshing. It was a mediocre term to describe. It had became a habit for our group to light a cigarette after a day of work. We were leaning against the wall, chatting about the Licence students and the rumours that we have heard from those kids.

Suddenly, Marie grabbed my arm. She raised her jaw, her eyes were filled with delight and curiosity. She was pointing at a direction implicitly. We were confused, but all followed her sight.

There was a man, tall, fit, wearing a coat, standing under the street light. It seemed that he was waiting someone.

"He looks familiar," said Félix, frowning but with interest, "I am sure that I have met him, somewhere."

At that moment, we were the kids gossiping about an Apollo on the street.

"Who could he be waiting for? There was no one except us and professor Robespierre." Cécile held her cigarette between her fingers."

"Has he left yet?" It was Beatrice.

"No, no! He just came out. Wait a sec. That's him! That's him!"

Marie's voice suddenly turned sharp, full of surprise. She moved a bit forward, but hiding herself under the shadow. Then I saw Professor Robespierre, walking towards that beautiful man. The man seemed a bit younger than professor. He took professor's handbag and held his hand.

Our breaths stopped for a second. I could even feel that my heart has jumped out from my lips. I knew that I was not the only one who felt it. We all tried so hard to find out what they were talking about, but we could not hear anything due to the distance. The cigarettes lost all its attraction. We watched professor and the man walking in opposite direction, soon disappeared in the darkness of Paris.

"GUYS! TELL ME THAT I AM NOT BLIND YET! THAT IS OUR PROFESSOR?"

I heard Beatrice's voice shaking. I assured her: "You're not. All of us saw it. That guy just held our beloved professor's hand and our professor did not reject it. And it is a bit weird."

"Bruh, literally who the heck is that guy? No one knows who he is? Is that his brother?"

"Would you hold your brother's hand like that?"

Cecile rolled her eyes: "Stop disgust me. But the thing is, the whole school knew that our professor has no private life. He is so devoted into his studies. I almost thought that he might be asexual."

"He seems like it." I responded, "Felix, you haven't been talking since then. Any idea?"

Felix took a deep breath: "Some, maybe. I have definitely seen that guy, but I forgot when and where."

"You should never forget the day when you saw that kind of creature. Your brain doesn't fonction so well."

"OMG okay, okay! I remembered! Do you guys remember the day that our professor's journalist friend came to visit him?"

"You mean Camille Desmoulin?"

"Yeah, him. And when they left the uni together, there was a guy waiting outside."

"Why haven't we seen him?"

"You guys were just gossiping about what a nice friend Mr Desmoulin is and asked the others to work harder. But anyway, I am a hundred percent sure that was the same guy waiting. Same procedure. So intimate, both of them, but Mr Demsoulin was kinda mad. You guys know that there was no fusion between any kind of romantic relationships and our professor, so I thought probably just another friend of his whom the best friend hates so much."

"Oh yeah, I would hate my bestie's boyfriend, enemy of life."

After a second of silence, we burst into laughter. We did not talk about this discovery after the night. We had thought about the mysterious man who waited for our professor, and indeed we have seen him a few more times after. And years after, on Marie's wedding ceremony, I saw our professor accompanied by that man.

It was the first time I knew his name. And at the moment knowing his name, I was recalled of whom he was.

The top lawyer of one of the top law office in France, Louis Antoine de Saint-Just, also being the husband of Professor Maximilien Robespierre.