part 3 of the mcdrai teacher/student au (part 1 and part 2). co-written with @nylanderscores #ourcathedral
just to recap where we left things off. connor and leon start hooking up during connor’s freshman year. at no point during this time do they chat about their feelings or discuss what the two of them are to each other. they spend summer apart, but eventually leon misses connor so bad that he finds an excuse to visit him in toronto, where they get into an argument because in the time they’ve been away, connor has become convinced leon is just into him because he likes to fuck students and leon is deeply offended at the idea.
so! as i’m sure we can all imagine, back at school the vibe is horrendous. connor no longer has classes with leon, but before he left for the summer, he agreed to work in leon’s lab again for another year and he’s too prideful to quit, not to mention it would look bad on him to drop out of such a prestigious work placement for no reason. PLUS obviously despite how bad the vibes are, he still likes being near leon, seeing him every day, getting to interact with him, etc etc even if 90% of that time is spent glaring at leon’s back and avoiding eye contact, it’s still SOMETHING okay. whatever. he’s an idiot. sue him.
at the end of october, dylan comes to visit connor for halloween. connor’s roommate is out of town so they have the whole room for themselves for a long weekend. they haven’t hung out much since they went to university and connor is naturally very excited to have him there. he asks leon if he can skip lab on friday and leon is like oh okay. sure. connor doesn’t tell him why so he assumes he maybe has a doctor’s appointment or something.
which is why when later that day he sees connor hanging out with some guy, laughing, leaning into him, touching his ARM, leon is filled with horrible hateful maddening jealously like what the actual FUCK!!!!!
tries to casually bring it up in their next lab like "i saw you yesterday. are you working with someone new" and connor is like "oh ya dylan is visiting" and leon HATES IT but he tries to be good about it because this is what connor deserves. a sweet guy, a guy his own age, someone nice and friendly and not old and hateful like him…. he tries to encourage connor and throws in "it's good that you're dating someone your age" real casual.
connor is like ???? but doesn’t correct him because he's pissed off too. like fuck you! maybe i am dating him! what’s it to you! and he shoots off a pissy little "yeah ok bye" before storming off in a huff and puff, all heated up like an angry little kitten.
he goes back to his dorm where dylan’s been hanging out and suggests they should get drunk!! be wild dumb and free for once!! dylan is shocked, “who are you and what have you done with my friend?” but he’s also more than down to clown so they get a senior to buy them some booze, get wasted together and then wouldn’t you know it… who could foresee this… dylan kisses him
now, dylan and connor’s friendship is a bit of a weird one. they were mildly codependent during high school, barely had any other friends. at one point connor was the one with a crush on him but dylan never showed any interest and only ever dated girls so connor accepted it and moved on. truth be told, dylan had no interest in him until the day connor brought up that he was seeing someone… someone older and sexy and smart and big… and dylan was like wait what the fuck.
i thiiiiink his interest in connor is not fully genuine, it’s more of a possessive jealousy type of vibes. like you’re MINE. i want you to crush on ME. we were friends FIRST. do i like you romantically? not really but i still want your every thought to be about me like it used to be. dylan who was always aware of connor’s crush and Loved the attention, Loved being connor’s only friend (while maybe he had others from summer camp or some shit), Loved that connor was an obvious genius but stayed in high school because he wanted to be Normal and that normal mainly meant the two of them hanging out too much
and now connor and his hot older situationship have broken up (the details of which are still very vague and mysterious) so dylan’s like alright. time to strike!
and maybe at first they kiss and connor is like huh. not sure how i feel about this but also, i guess i’m not doing anything wrong? since not only are him and leon not seeing each other anymore, but also leon told him to go have fun and do something like this. of course, connor did not mean for this exact thing to happen when he suggested he and dylan get drunk, but maybe subconsciously this is what he wanted all along… maybe this is what he needs…
but then dylan starts pawing at him, tries to suck his dick and gets too pushy, too fast. connor tries to tell him to slow down, let’s talk about it, but dylan doesn’t want to talk, he just wants to get his dick wet so he doesn’t listen, pushes connor down on the bed and tries to take off connor’s shorts for him. connor starts freaking out, manages to push dylan off him with a strong shove and then, unsure of what to do, runs out of the room because it turns out! sex still makes him nervous! and the vibe was just OFF like that was not what he wanted. leon was always so gentle and careful and slow with him and this was not that
adrenaline pumps through him as he runs away and by the time his heartbeat slows down, he realises he has no clue where he is. he has no money and no keys, not that he would want to go back to his room anyway with dylan still there
it’s 2 am, the streets are dark and empty, but not completely empty, a few stragglers still emptying out of the bars, and there’s only one person person connor knows with a car who would come pick him up
so he calls leon...
who picks up immediately, still half-asleep and incoherent as connor tries to explain that he doesn’t know where he is but he’s lonely and drunk and a bit scared. leon waking up reaaaaaal fast after that, tells connor to find somewhere safe to hide and that he’ll be there immediately. he breaks who knows how many traffic laws in his rush to get to connor, uncaring of what happens to his license, just focused on getting to connor as fast as he can
connor is quiet when he gets in the car, ashamed of himself and what happened. leon doesn’t force him to talk, he can see a hickey on connor’s neck, can guess what happened. when they get back to his place, he offers connor the bedroom and that’s when connor starts crying, these very very small tears that he just can’t hold. he just feels so shitty!! feels used and rejected and lonely and now leon is HERE after connor called him but he still doesn’t WANT HIM!!! like why
leon says, “please, connor. you know how much i want you.” he clenches his fists, looks away. "i really like you. and i wouldn't— i've never— not with any other student. or even younger guys, for that matter."
connor dries his tears on the back of his hands. "guess that makes me pretty special," he says, still half-bitter and self-deprecating, unsure of what to do in the face of leon’s confession.
leon nods very seriously, because if there's one thing that's not in question, it's this.
"you are."
then finally leon asks him what happened that night and connor admits that dylan tried to start something and he hated it.
leon says, “i thought you’d be into him since he’s your friend. i thought you’d prefer someone your age.”
and that’s when connor says, “how could you think that after all this time? come on. before you, no even looked at me. i was just an awkward, weird virgin with no friends. you made me feel seen and desirable.”
before connor has even finished speaking, leon is already talking, arguing against his first points like “that’s not true. you’re not awkward or weird or wait what. say that again. what?”
connor blushes and looks down at his feet. “you heard me.”
he sure did hear you, connor, but you’re going to have to say that one again because what the fuck. leon is literally speechless. aghast. mouth open, eyebrows up to his forehead.
"so you've never, what, been fucked before?"
"yeah but also like. all of it."
"all of it?"
"i kissed a girl in tenth during a game of spin the bottle and that was it. i don’t know. it’s not like anyone was into me back home. i always figured i would figure things out when i got to uni though..."
"what?"
connor blushes, looking away. "well, i thought i would have a lot of bad, awkward sex with some other poor freshmen. most nights, it's still hard to believe you were ever interested in me."
“i am.”
“what?”
“most nights, i am interested in you.”
because of course leon’s interest has not waned or faded, not one bit!! and this confession!! holy shit does it drive him crazy. he doesn’t want to be into it, doesn’t want to be into connor as much as he is. he knows he’s sick and twisted that even as they talk about their feelings, he’s getting hard in his pyjama pants at the thought that he’s the only person who has ever fucked connor before, the only person who’s had his mouth on his dick, who’s bitting his nipples and his ass and felt this throat flutter as connor swallowed around his cock.
he can’t believe connor hid this from him but he’s almost glad he did because he knows it’s the only thing he’s going to think about for MONTHS now and he was already down bad before.
“can we go back to how we used to be?” connor asks. “i miss you.”
and what’s leon supposed to do then but wrap his arms around connor and draw him in for a hug and say, “i miss you too. so much it scares me.”
connor shaking his head. “this doesn’t have to be scary.” but what does he know! he’s not yet 20 years old! how could he know that what leon feels for him is savage, it is unredeemable, it is an obsession that goes past lust or love.
leon should push him away, but he can’t, he can only kiss connor softly, try to erase dylan’s taste from his mouth, connor opening for him soft and sweet, as beautiful as a flower, responding so well to leon’s each and every touch.
so they get back together, more properly this time. connor goes back to his dorm room the other day. he and dylan don’t talk about what happened last night #classic though dylan does ask him where he spent the night. connor says he went back to the guy he used to see, they’re together again, and dylan fucking dies on the inside like oh. okay. cool.
that’s pretty much the end of their friendship, which means connor is officially friendless, which means he gets to spend all his free time with leon again #YAY
the two of them become even more Weird about each other, more Codependent, more Insane
also sorry guys, i will have to come back for part 4 for post-graduation when they move to berlin and have public sex in a sex club as a claiming ritual (any guesses as to who suggests this normal activity). this post is already very long but stay tuned
part 2 of my beautiful sinful mcdrai teacher/student AU. written in discord messages with the lovely @nylanderscores
so, in addition to being a brilliant professor, leon is also a lead researcher at uni. every year he invites a couple of students to come work in the lab with him. this is a very prestigious and exclusive offer, usually reserved for postgrads, so when he decides to invite connor to come work in his lab it comes as a big surprise. like inviting an undergrad for lab is kind of crazy but inviting a FRESHMAN is insane. naturally connor is incredibly flattered by the invite and that’s when his thoughts about leon starting going crazy. it doesn’t help that they then start spending all this time together for class and in leon’s office and at the lab to the point where they see each other nearly every day and it’s a lot but it’s also so good.
leon praising connor and telling him he’s so smart and talented and great to work with, which makes connor blush and grin and fumble over his words because he has a terrible praise kink and for it to come from LEON, his hot brilliant sexy smart professor… leon seeing how deeply connor responds to praise and then trying really really hard Not to think about it but obviously thinking about it 24/7 and being unable to resist finding new sweet things to say to make him blush. it’s all cute and innocent until it’s NOT. queue the get together scene from part one which i’m sure everyone here has red…
after they fuck for the first time, the gates are open and they start fucking All The Time while not talking about it in the slightest. at first leon is like, we should only do it in my apartment and we can only meet once a week on friday evenings. i don’t want to disturb your schedule. and connor is like okay… sure… and then not two days afterwards they stare at each other across some pipettes or whatever and connor licks his lips without even noticing and leon goes a little (very) mad with SINFUL LUST
they get into the habit of meeting up for work and then at one point or another the door gets locked and the blinds get drawn and one of them is on their knees for the other… leon feeling so GUILTYYYYY about the whole thing. thinking he's so evil and twisted for this that he should seek therapy but being too afraid to speak to anyone because he's literally breaking so many rules
in contrast, connor is so happy and horny about the whole thing. he may not have many (read: any) experience but he knows this is good sex, plus he likes leon sooooo much, he can’t believe leon wants to fuck him of all people. connor stays in the honeymoon phase until the year ends and he has to leave to go home while leon goes back to germany, and that’s when he gets caught up in everything and starts thinking leon's just interested in him for his brain and his body
dylan strome voice: well what else are you offering buddy
HIS HEART DYLAN!! HE'S OFFERING HIS HEART!!!
not that dylan knows the whole story by the way. connor’s told him a very refined version of events where he’s conveyed that he’s seeing an older guy, but implied leon is just a postgrad student. someone more experienced and knowledgeable but not his teacher……
so anyway, the school year comes to an end, they both go home. their goodbye is awkward and stilted and doesn’t have the easy intimacy they’ve been sharing up to so far. connor immediately starts spiralling.
he has leon's instagram but he doesn’t follow him because that would be crossing an unspoken boundary that they’re keeping in order to establish the pretense that they have a normal student teacher relationship. connor spends the summer obsessing over everything leon posts and does not post. leon posts a photo from a party in ibiza where you can see one naked skinny shoulder and connor DIESSSSS like what do you mean he’s partying with other twinks who are hotter and sexier than me. death. death!!
meanwhile, leon misses #connorhole so bad he’s going into depression. he’s at these parties with his mates thinking of how much he misses connor and his humour and his opinions and his thoughts. he wants to call connor every night and text him in the mornings, but he doesn’t because of course from his perspective he can’t ask connor for anything, he’s already taking so much.
their communication is limited to sending each other the occasional photo of a landscape or a meme they say. maybe they have One (1) facetime call where connor accidentally references something he saw leon doing on instagram, which makes leon realise connor must be stalking him. from anyone else he would hate it but from connor he’s like oh wowwwwww, maybe he’s more interested than i thought.
worth noting that leon knows connor is not like The Most Popular guy ever, but he also thinks connor can do so much better than an old 29-year-old fart like him. connor is YOUNG. he’s tall and broad and so smart. it’s inevitable that he will start catching people’s eyes. plus he has lots of friends back home, people he constantly references like this “”””dylan”””” fellow. unlike him, connor’s instagram is private, so he has no clue what connor is up to except for the occasional cryptic photo and meme connor sends which he doesn’t even get half the time because he’s old and memes fly right over his dinosaur head
anyway, after the phone call he misses connor so bad that he decides to come back to north america early, only connor is not in cali, obviously, so leon figures out an excuse to come to toronto. maybe he’s invited to do some work at toronto uni and it’s like a super shitty deal but he takes it anyway just an excuse to be near to connor
brings it up CASUALLY like heyyyy. you know any good spots in toronto? i’ll be in town for the week. maybe if you’re free we can meet up? for dinner?
and like. he’s chill about it but it’s obviously a big deal and i think they both know it because they never go for dinner in california, too worried about being recognised by people from uni, so this is effectively their first proper date EVER
connor getting nervous and dressing up for their dinner. unable to tell anyone about it because there’s only so much lying he can do to his family / friends from back home. getting really nervous but also excited to see leon, not wanting to get his hopes up except he looked at the place leon booked and it’s a very nice fancy restaurant, which actually makes him MORE nervous because leon said “my treat” when they scheduled this and now connor’s fretting over how much this dinner will cost. anyway things end up going well, they have a real nice romantic dinner with low lighting and good food and connor blushes and smiles like a fool the whole time. maybe leon offers to share a bottle of wine as a joke, forgetting that connor can drink here, and then there’s no choice but to follow through
afterwards leon can’t help himself, brings up that his hotel is nearby, connor comes with him and it all feels so good and normal until they’re actually at the hotel, at which point connor starts freaking out because what are they doing… what is this… they barely talk all summer and now leon is here in toronto doing what? for him? then why doesn’t he just say so!!
and maybe he tries to hide his bad mood and FAILS, ends up making a comment like "so how many students did you call up first" as a self deprecating joke but he's dead serious because like is leon sleeping with other students?? is this his thing???
leon is genuinely offended at the question like what the actual fuck? where is this coming from? they argue and he ends up telling connor if that’s how he feels maybe he should go, which makes connor even more sad but also mad because like what the fuck. it’s a genuine question!!!! the night goes so badly that they BREAK UP!!!!
leon is genuinely offended at the question like what the actual fuck? where is this coming from? they argue and he ends up telling connor if that’s how he feels maybe he should go, which makes connor even more sad but also mad because like what the fuck. it’s a genuine question!!!! the night goes so badly that they BREAK UP!!!!
there is obviously more to this story but i am so behind on work it's not even funny. come back for part 2 KISSES TO ALL
On her first day at an elite exchange academy, a little more than orientation nerves caused her to get lost—until she crosses paths with Naomi, the dangerously charming and unreadable Student Council President.
What begins as a simple request for directions spirals into something far more unsettling as she’s singled out, watched, and quietly claimed under the council’s polished smiles and unspoken rules.
And as his gaze lingers with promise rather than welcome, one truth settles in: at this school, being noticed may be the most dangerous thing of all.
I looked around the building, excited for a fresh start. I nudged the nervous boy beside me. “Come on Rio. We just got accepted for the exchange program for a famous and rich school! You’re acting like someone will eat you.” I teased, making a biting motion with my mouth.
“Yea Ri-Ri~ loosen up would you? You’ve been shaking since we got on the plane.” Tsunjael comments, nudging his shoulder.
Rio rolled his eyes, nudging him back. “You’re right. Nothing is as scary as you.”
We all burst into laughter, Tsunjael pretending to snap his teeth at Rio’s arm as if he might actually bite him.
Who knew I would get lost on the first day. Well, Orientation Day.
I was with the rest of the group just a moment ago. One trip to the bathroom and everyone vanished. I couldn’t even call anyone because I gave Rio my bag and phone when I went to the bathroom!
By the fifth wrong turn I thought about just ending it and jumping out the window when a student appeared. It A student stood near the corridor’s end, posture relaxed, expression unreadable. A silver badge glinted on his chest—student council. Relief rushed through me.
I hurried over and grabbed his arm without thinking, squinting to read the name engraved on the badge.
Naomi.
“H-Hey—! I’m kinda lost…” I muttered. “You think you can help me?”
That was when I really looked at him.
Pink hair, soft but sharp at the edges. Blue eyes kissed with gold, like sunlight trapped beneath ice. Beautiful in a way that felt… dangerous.
The boy looked down at me like I was a puzzle he’d already solved—and was enjoying anyway. A slow smile tugged at his lips, all mischief and secrets.
“Oh?” he murmured, tilting his head. “A lost little birdie wandering into forbidden halls on her first day?” His blue eyes flickered with something warm—golden—before he leaned just a bit closer. “How rare...”
His gaze swept over me, unhurried, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. “You really should be more careful,” he added softly, amusement lacing every word. “Someone might take advantage of how… helpless you look.”
Then, as if remembering himself, he straightened and tapped his badge. “Naomi,” he said. “And if you’re very nice, I might guide you back to your flock.”
His smile widened. “Or,” he shrugged lightly, “I could lead you somewhere far more interesting.”
I blinked momentarily at him. “…Just guiding me back is good enough..” I said, a bit taken aback by his words.
It didn’t take long for me to spot the group of exchange students all heading into the auditorium. I turned back around to him.
“Thank you. Appreciate it.” I said with a curt nod. As I turned to leave, he caught my wrist.
“Sit with me.”
Before I could protest, he steered me through a side entrance and up the stairs—higher and higher—until we reached the very top row of the hall.
“…Can I really sit here?” I asked, caution fogging my head.
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, his voice a velvet whisper.
“Wait and find out.”
The auditorium slowly emptied, students filing out in neat clusters as the echo of footsteps filled the grand hall. At the front, a line of students remained behind—distinct from the rest by their posture alone.
The student council.
They stood like they owned the building. Maybe they did. Naomi—The Student Council Presiden;I should’ve read the badge more carefully;stopped before the group of exchange students, his gaze sweeping over them.
And lingering—briefly—on me.
“Welcome,” he said, voice smooth, pleasant enough to sound sincere. “You’ll be split into groups. Each of us will guide you through a portion of the campus.”
Murmurs of excitement rippled through the exchange students.
“Think of this as a… courtesy,” a sharp-eyed girl added. “You’re guests here, after all.”
Naomi smiled at that. “Yes. Guests.”
He stepped closer and clasped his hands behind his back. “Now—names will be called. When you hear yours, come forward.”
As names were read, students were pulled into different groups, guided away by council members who already seemed to be judging them.
I felt a strange knot in my chest as Naomi’s eyes flicked to me again.
“—And you,” he said suddenly, pausing mid-list.
My head snapped up.
“You’ll be with me.”
I spent most of the tour texting Rio and Tsunjael, frantically recounting my encounter with Naomi. They were with Lennox, the Vice President—apparently far friendlier, which felt wildly unfair.
“Oh is that so?” A whisper fannned my ear, making me tense.
I shivered, covering my ears. “It is not nice to look at other’s screens.” I protest, pressing the phone to my chest.
He only smirked.
He walked away slowly, hands in his pockets, allowing the group to trail behind him once more. The other council members’ voices echoed faintly from distant corridors.
“This wing houses advanced classrooms,” Naomi said casually. “Restricted access after hours. If you’re caught wandering here without permission…” He glanced back, smile faint. “The consequences are unpleasant.”
A nervous laugh rippled through the group. Naomi didn’t laugh.
We stopped near a tall arched window overlooking the inner courtyard.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked. “Most students never see it from this angle.”
His gaze drifted to me again. “Some views are reserved.”
One of the exchange students raised a hand. “Um—are there any rules we should know about?”
Naomi hummed thoughtfully. “Rules?” He tilted his head. “Of course.”
He stepped closer to the group, lowering his voice just enough that everyone leaned in.
“Don’t lie to the council,” he said softly. “Don’t embarrass us. And don’t assume kindness is the same as safety.”
His eyes met mine as he finished, gold glinting beneath blue.
“If you’re favored,” he added, almost gently, “you’ll thrive here.”
A pause.
“If not—” His smile returned, sharp and beautiful. “Well. This school has a way of reminding people where they stand.”
He straightened, clapping his hands once. “Tour continues. Try to keep up.”
By the end of it, he slowed enough to walk beside me.
“Still think I’m not friendly?” he asked lightly. “I brought the lost birdie back to her flock.” His tone scoffed—his smile didn’t. “And not even a thank you.”
“You seem awfully invested,” I muttered.
“I don’t usually pay this much attention to others,” he admitted, eyes glinting. “Consider yourself… exceptional.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel lucky?”
He hummed, gaze drifting ahead.
“It will,” he said softly. “Eventually.”
When the tour ended, the teachers announced that all of us would be separated into houses…? Like we were in Harry Potter or something. Apparently our houses didn’t matter for the most part, just that we would use it for events. (Guess rich schools can’t be normal and just call it Sport Houses.)
The hall was quiet in the way only expensive places ever were—hushed, reverent, waiting.
We stood in rows beneath a vaulted ceiling painted with winged figures in gold leaf. At the front loomed four banners, each one heavy with embroidery and history. They shimmered faintly, as if alive.
🦢 AURELION–Gold & Ivory — “To Be Chosen Is to Rule”
🦅 CAELUM–Blue & Silver — “See All. Say Little.”
🐍 VIREX–Emerald & Black — “Endure. Adapt. Survive.”
🕊️ LUCEN–White & Rose-Gold — “To Be Good Is to Be Safe”
A woman in ivory robes stepped forward, her voice carrying without effort.
“Today,” she announced, “you are not judged by what you’ve done—but by what you will endure.”
One by one, names were called.
Students stepped onto the dais and pressed their palms to a thin, gilded plate etched with feathers. The metal glowed, flared—and chose.
“Aurelion.”
Cheers, polite and sharp.
“Caelum.”
Applause, restrained.
“Virex.”
Murmurs. Curiosity. Wariness.
When my name echoed through the hall, my pulse thundered in my ears. I stepped forward, the floor cold beneath my shoes, and placed my hand on the plate.
It was warm.
Too warm.
The gold light spread slowly, like hesitation.
Then the banner unfurled.
🕊️ LUCEN.
A soft ripple passed through the room—not disappointment, not excitement. Something quieter.
Expectation.
I exhaled, unsure why my chest felt both lighter and heavier at once.
From the front row, I felt eyes on me.
Watching.
Naomi didn’t react immediately.
He remained seated, chin resting against his knuckles, blue-and-gold eyes fixed on the Lucen banner as it settled back into place.
Lucen.
Interesting.
A smile tugged faintly at his mouth—not amused, not pleased. Curious. Like he’d just watched a card flip he hadn’t expected, but very much intended to keep.
Mock exam season is kicking my ass hard. So I’m projecting my issues onto Langris.
He’s modelling my fit for this exam season - I put a thick turtleneck under my school shirt for warmth couse the teachers keep the door into the gym(it’s our exam venue) wide fucking open. There’s literally a small pile of snow there by the end of the day. It’s minus fucking twenny degrees outside wdym the door is open. I swear to god it’s colder in there than outside dude. Why are we paying taxes for central heating if we’re not using it. What is this.
At least we don’t havta wear blazers in there man. They manage to both feel suffocating and way to thin for any weather
In his right pocket is a calculator and left a shit tone of pens couse the teachers ran out of spare ones on day 1. Also a see through water bottle w no label couse das the rules. No pencil cases
I tend to finish at least 20 min early on all tests, not counting math, so I either end up napping of looking at the wall popping my joints. The twisty back crack thing is a fucking blessing dude.
New Langris hc: he cracks n pops his joins (fingers, back, toes, knees) constantly. I think billy ( cap. Vangence) would be one of those people that get realy grossed out by it so ‘gris does it even more than he would habitually around him after the elf thing.
Yes, I know, it's a typical au, but I found it interesting)
This is a student AU where there are first-year students (Tommy, Tubbo, Drista, Ranboo), upper-year students (Dream, Sapnap, George, BBH, Antfrost), and teachers (Philza, Mamza, Shlatt, Quakity, Technoblade)
