Non-Binary Professor
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Warning: This fic contains brief depictions of violence, gore and death. The themes of this fic also heavily involve trauma, specifically PTSD. If any of the following distresses you, please proceed with caution, or refrain from clicking on the fic.
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“Oar-kun! Beloved, I…”
His sprint faltered and eventually halted. His arms retreated to his sides when he saw the look on the Sword’s face.
His face. It didn’t look happy to see him, nor did he look displeased. Instead, it looked like… nothing. His face was so devoid of emotion that it pushed the Oar away, and had it been a force, it would have shattered the Oar like glass. The Sword clutched onto his chest like he was about to faint or have a heart attack and not because he was too overcome with love. In fact, he looked like he never wanted to see the Oar ever again.
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The Professor finally reunites the Sword and the Oar after years of being apart. But can they even be together again after everything that happened to them?
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He hadn’t anticipated this. Their heart seldom, if ever, latched onto people, and even if it did, it would let go just as quickly. He thought it would happen with Ryan over here. Not this time. Their heart had grown claws that dug into them. Every time Ryan piped a snarky remark or let slip his intrigue for his latest story, the Professor could feel the claws sink deeper into his skin.
They shouldn’t feel this way, especially towards their friend who was already betrothed to another. He shouldn’t daydream about spending every hour of every day with him, getting to learn every minute detail about him, lying down beside him and telling him he was his, and only his. Yet they not only daydreamed, but fueled their dreams with scrawled-out letters that would only ever see the shadows of their drawers. Every time he caught sight of the pile, he wanted to puke, but the pile grew anyway.
Ryan wheezed again. God, his laugh…
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One day, the Professor realized they have feelings for Ryan Bergara.