Time for new fic!
Title: Excavations (1/5)
Author:
luninosityRating: PG for now, R eventually
Word Count: 1301 for this chapter
Summary: James was dressed like an adventure hero, like an H. Rider Haggard or Jules Verne explorer: ginger beard and scuffed boots and shortness and dirt-smudges under his nails. He looked nothing at all like a proper professor of archaeology in this still-new twentieth century, no tidy waistcoat or respectable tweed.
Michael’s treacherous heart-and other body parts-noticed every single flex and curve of compact powerful muscle.
Notes: for
kernezelda. (Not actually your birthday fic; I just felt like you deserved a shiny present.) Imagine this all unfolding in some sort of nebulous late 1920s/early 1930s archaeologist/professor AU; picture, perhaps, Indiana Jones as university professor in Raiders of the Lost Ark or The Last Crusade. Also Michael works on music history because of, well, his excitement about musicals and music and accordion-playing skills and so on.
In this chapter: artifacts and office hours, bandages and smiles.
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at AO3 here! :-)