professor hawk fanfic ???
Ahhhh I'm just gonna do it ok here's a sneak peek of a fic I'm writing about Hawk and Tim!!!! I keep thinking about it and I need to post it somewhere to hold myself accountable.
It's AU modern day professor Hawk & student Tim, parallel timelines from 10 years ago to today. It will eventually contain very, very explicit content. Ok here's the preview:
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Tim stepped out of the large glass double doors onto the stone staircase, descending into the back yard. A garden party, he thought. WHO could have pictured him here? Dressed in a three-piece suit on a Saturday afternoon, ready to enjoy a manly something-or-other on the rocks with members of his Georgetown graduating class.
When Tim received the formal invitation in the mail, he wondered if it had been a mistake. While the envelope was addressed to one “Mr. Timothy Laughlin,” he was surprised at its contents
The Georgetown University Alumni Association cordially invites you to celebrate the 10 year reunion of the class of 2013.
It then listed details of date, time, and location which appeared to be someone’s home address just outside of D.C. Still, Tim was perplexed. He was a member of this graduation class, but weren’t these alumni things usually to raise money?
He had received letters over the past 10 years asking for donations to certain scholarships, fundraisers, and the occasional new building. He’d throw a check in the mail every here and there, $100 or what have you. He gave what he could, though he knew that was never the amount they were asking for or expecting of their alumni.
So now? There must be something huge they are raising money for to be including him in this mailing list. But on the rare occasion that he had the opportunity to dress up, he took it. Plus, he was curious to get eyes on some certain members of his class that might be in attendance. As well as certain professors. Perhaps one certain professor.
He stepped into the grass from the stone steps and took in the view. A gorgeous property, trees lining the yard just enough for privacy from neighbors, though the nearest ones were barely within eyesight. Tim scanned the beautiful green space for any familiar faces. His initial scan yielded no success but to find the refreshments.
In the far corner of the yard sat a large bar with a handful of unfamiliar faces loitering about. Tim sauntered over to the bar with absolutely no clue what to order. When he had been out with friends or the occasional, albeit rare date, he would just order whatever they ordered and sipped on it regardless of how awful it tasted.
To his misfortune, everyone standing and chatting around the bar already had a drink in their hand and it did not appear he could piggyback onto anyone else’s order. He smiled at the bartender who asked him what he’d like and while trying not to show his panic, eyes the alcohol selection behind the man in the waiter’s uniform.
“Ummm, hm,” Tim mumbled aloud. “I guess, well, I guess I’ll just have —“
“He’ll take a whiskey on the rocks. And make that two,” the man who spoke up held a bill between his pointer and ring finger and handed it over to the bartender, who nodded in appreciation and went to get the drinks. Tim vaguely recognized the man who gingerly removed his hand from Tim’s back and placed it back in his pocket. The man suddenly realized that Tim couldn’t place him.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Tim Laughlin, right?” The man asked. Tim nodded and wondered how to politely ask this man how they know each other. Luckily, he didn’t have to ask as the man continued, “Marcus, er, I guess you’d remember me as Professor Gaines???”
“Of course,” Tim smiled and extended his hand out, which Marcus shook with a firm grip. He hadn’t taken any of Professor Gaines' courses, but he had many acquaintances who did. Though, the real reason he remembered him was due to to his association with —
“Hawk!” Marcus called out from across the yard, raising his fresh glass of whiskey in the air to garner the other man’s attention.
Tim swallowed the lump in his throat. He did not think he would be in this situation so early in the garden party. He looked up and caught the bright blue eyes of the man he was both hoping and fearing he would see. Hawk’s eyes lit up at the sight of Tim just a few yards away. He had a surprised yet delighted look on his face as he approached Tim and Marcus, placing a hand on Marcus’ shoulder and coming to face Tim.
“Tim, you remember Professor Fuller, yes?” Marcus asked. And Christ, was that the understatement of the century.
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