#ProfessorAU

[graveyard-ripper]

@delxsive

misty rucker looks…normal. pallid, perhaps, but otherwise as gaunt and exhausted as any other day. ( except it is not any other day. underneath the sleeves of her jacket are cigarette burns wrapped in bandages; her fingertips are chewed bloody and covered with band-aids; her sense of reality is still somewhat blunted from doubling up on anti-nausea medication this afternoon. today is the day she almost lost everything, and if she had not forcefully slept her way through half of the day, she would look much, much worse. )

the psychology building is quiet. mostly unoccupied at this hour – except for the looming sense that there should be something lurking where there is nothing. tonight, misty rucker is dressed in camouflage and without makeup to conceal the dark circles under her eyes; tonight, she is the graveyard ripper, and she knocks, per the email she received, on her professor’s door.

[graveyard-ripper]

❝ okay, ❞ misty affirms. her voice is as resolute as her hold, rough and stalwart like the rock that ivory needs right now. what fear can be seen in the depths of her eyes is so far from reach that it appears only as a shadow. but it's there, waiting for the calmer waters in which it will surface. the necrophile does not know if she can care for another person in any meaningful way. in a way that is not selfish. what will she do when her lover needs more from her than stitches, more than a hot meal, more than just her body for comfort? what then? no– in this moment, misty knows what to do, so she persists forward. with a twist of the door handle, they shuffle into the brightly lit hallway and begin their descent to the parking lot…

the doctor shakes her head, deep brown eyes unfocused and weak. it does not take a genius to see how her usually chiselled form has fallen into fatigue, combined with the sickly manner in which doctor grimes moves. even if the students were to snicker in the background, any real complaints would go unfounded. . . she looks too fragile, too ill for any irate student to call the gesture anything but empathetic. nevertheless, the professor DOES take note of such inappropriate comments ( much to her student's dismay, as they sneer and pray she stays in the dark. ) it is not the time to be picky on how or where her underling begins to remedy her decent into indisposition. . ❝ no. they can't see me like this. i . . . need you to take care of me. ❞

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Omg could you write a fic about Little/Agere!Severus Snape being taken care of Caregiver!Lockhart or ProfessorAU!Harry,,? Legitimately i dont mind in what scenary its set in, but I saw ur Caregiver fic of him and absolutely would love having him be the Little as well,,,

Im really sorry but I dont write for little! anyone exept reader

I so sorry but I wouldnt want to try an write it an it turn out not good and dissapoint you

[sootypeanutdot-blog]

Professor AU #Intro

Hello! This is my first snape fanfic. I hope everyone will like it!

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ONE LINE SUMMARY

Severus Snape now suddenly Severus Prince never would have guessed that in 48 hours he'd be married. 

Ch1

He suppose he really ought to have read the email his mother had sent him.

but in his defense he did have a veritable excuse after an all nighter of grading papers.

Moreover, editing his final thesis draft, he consequently had acquired the most agonizing headache ever in his history as a professor.

He suppose these things came with the trade, what's a headache (excruciating) going to do in his occupation as a scholar.

Alas!

Much was done or in this case carelessly done by such painful add ons.

The fallout of him misreading an email sent from his mother as one from his fellow colleague, was yet to come.

Or as now realized, just next week for Severus.

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Give thoughts please!

[impasse-trash]

The reverse would also work tough. AU where Draco is History of magic teacher. Most people are unconfrotable/afraid when they have their first class with him, because of death eather history and the Malfoy mean look™. But, really, in class, student quickly realise that Mister Malfoy is a fidgetty monomaniac enthousiast who has personnal grief with half of the figures of the Wizarding History and project himself in the other half, calling them by first name etc. Also, he is a overdramatic moody person (who just looses his shit when disapointed and who won’t gives you grades without making a full-show of it). 

Most of the time, he tries to be subtle and uses the life of historical figure to ask his students for personnal advices. “Did I ever told you about Dickie? No? Well, Sir Richard Helfbert Wulfric von Dottersheim, but Dickie is cuter and I like him, so Dickie it is. Dickie was considered a fucking pain in the ass by most witches and wizard of his age. During the XVth century, you know, being an incredible potionnist, an erudit, and a quite crafty person could be percieved as... offending, for the commoners. And I’m afraid it’s still true these days, but, let’s not talk about that. See, our Dickie was quite... enamoured with his wife, who was one of the major figures of the time, and the tragedy is...” 

Harry Potter on the other hand, who teaches fly, the Great Hero, is the most socially awkward person the students have ever encounter. He is always polite, and he is a pretty good teacher, but he is incredibly secretive. Most people think it’s because of the ghosts of his past. He masters the art of doublespeak and manages to never answer a personnal question. Is it a wedding ring on his hand? 

“It’s a ring. If the current status of the ring is celibate or married, he doesn’t know. The ring doesn’t talk to him, but he is going to lead the case, once he has a day of. Now, the snitch...” 

He is charming, sassy, passionate. He gets a bit too emotionnal when two catcher gives a pretty duel over the snitch and when someboy criticizes the Harpies. But really, when a student is harmed, when a child seek advice and convidence in him, he always does his best to help. He clearly has his shit together. 

The partner of Mister Malfoy, however, clearly doesn’t. Neither does Mister Malfoy. “You remember the time I mentionned Dickie, children ? he casually asks, while brewing his tea, (Yes, he calls them “children”, even if he is 4 year older than them, max. When he really is mad at a student, it’s “Bad kitten” tough.) “Yeah, passionate love story, blablabla, quite ahead of his age, he was, our Dickie. And quite eclipsed by the love of his life when it came to the political world, you remember ? But would his Violet have been the Witch with capital W she became without him? I really wonder a lot about that. See, it’s like my partner. Did I ever told you about the time they wanted to meet the ambassador of Russia with a bolt-handshake from Weasley Wizzard Wheezes because, and I quote “how boring it was going to be”? You know what was at risk, there, if the guy was offended? Yeah, he neither. Luckily, I was there. But, when I vent, after a long day, you know what he does? He just slap me with a pillow; and now I’m talking about it, it scares the heck out of me, because that might exactly be what I needed back then... Anyway. Let’s say Dickie was asked help by Violet for a dinner at their in-laws on friday, about the dress code. And Violet hates them. Should Violet give the best advice, or use the opportunity to offend the in-laws in the best way she can... even if that means trick he loved one? I mean, she was a great tactitian, and power moves requires genius and evil sometimes. Anybody? Ideally, I would like to have the hufflepuff insight, but really, any advice is welcomed.”

Unfortunately (or fortunately) that day, the students were not hufflepuf at all. And maybe it was because the mysterious “In law” were often compared to the most horrifying  figures of the History (or because everytime Mister Malfoy was forced to meet them he was in the most unsufferable person of the Castel) but the vast majority supported the opportunity to offend the family. He looks particularly smug this morning, at breakfast, especially compared to Harry Potter, who frowns at the quidditch results like they personnaly offended him. Not so unusual so far. The owls are bringing the letters, like every morning. Few moments after, the student notice that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are arguing, over a very red letter. The exchange few words, that seems quite heated and discordial. There is a note of fear in Professor Potter look, while showing the letter.Then, Draco Malfoy seems to resolve, and opens it, “Because Draco,  it’s common knowledge that you don’t let an howler wait. Especially not from her.”

The voice of Hermione Granger  breaks forth out.

“DRACO MALFOY-POTTER. HOW DARE YOU KNIT THE SWEATER OF YOUR HUSBAND IN FRONT OF MOLLY WEASLEY?!”

Minerva McGonnagal hides her smile behind a cup of tea. Harry Potter is trying to pokerface, Draco Malfoy is even paler than the late Professor Binns. And the student loose it.

[graveyard-ripper]

@delxsive

( the pop quiz that landed in front of misty on monday morning was to be expected; ivory told her to study over the weekend. of course, she instead spent her weekend reminiscing about their first date – which was chaste and sweet – and fantasizing about what they would do the next time they saw each other. naturally, when she did see her, her presence proved to be a potent distraction, and she performed miserably on the quiz. )

thoughts of classwork are far from her mind when the younger woman opens her front door, looking even more casual than she had last friday. misty smiles at the adorable sight, almost laughing. those must be her pajamas. ❝ hi. ❞

[carliscrazy]

Bill from professor!AU.  He seems like a horn-rim glasses kinda guy to me.

[graveyard-ripper]

to be touched in the aftermath of such embarrassment soothes a desperate, pathetic part of misty. ( it is no different than the mausoleum – when she bared the most repellant parts of herself and found only acceptance in the warmth of hands that wanted nothing more than to touch her. ) doctor grimes still wants to touch her. if she thinks less of her for this, or for her 'recreational activities', she does not show it – and that is enough to lull her.

❝ no, i… ❞ mirroring the wetting of lips, misty hopes to make her mouth hospitable to speech again. the warmth of her cheeks radiates closely when cupped by the palm of her counterpart, and she knows she's caught. whether she can explain herself or not, the psychologist is far too intelligent to be perplexed by the pieces already given. ❝ i think of you… ❞

oh, but ivory grimes had not asked for an update regarding when her pupil resumes those familiar, problematic duties ( only an update on when her lecture would become collateral in the crossfire. ) however, the answer piques her interest, and the psychologist can not quite overlook the partial avoidance of her inquiry.

❝ that is not what i asked. ❞ the professor states simply, though her attention has turned singularly focused, tongue darting out to wet pale lips. her attention flicks around the empty driveway, assurance flooding previously stiff limbs as her hand raises to rest against her underling's cheek. ❝ you insist on disobeying me today. ❞ the professor murmurs softly, a glacial thumb caressing atop her pupil's cheekbone, though she remains seemingly unaffected by the adoration in her own gesture.

[graveyard-ripper]

@delxsive

if cabinetry could talk, it would tell misty rucker that her professor finds eating to be an inconvenience throughout a busy workday. the cabinets are filled with little more than pantry staples, and, in fact, they are not filled with much at all. to her surprise, the contents therein are obsessively organized; four boxes of cheerios are in order of expiration date, the spices are sorted alphabetically, and all the dried pasta has been transferred to clear, labeled jars. she speaks to mémé on the phone, trying to work out a hearty meal she can make with what food is available. ❝ elle a de la farine, du sucre blanc, de l'avoine… ❞

[graveyard-ripper]

no, doctor grimes lured her into a false sense of security, such that she exposed herself fully and willingly. ( is she…impressed by her aptitude, or unnerved by her own desperation? ) her professor – indignant enough to be vindictive – may change her mind still, so misty holds onto the fleeting memories that linger: the words in her notebook, the strange, seductive look in her eyes…the psychologist is not yet ready to give up her subject of observation. not yet. giving a single nod, misty steps toward the door. as her hand touches to the handle, the realization of what she sought to gain by coming here and what she now leaves with releases from her chest – earnest and quiet. ❝ thank you. ❞

amusement floods back into those unimpressed features, arms crossing over her chest as the scholar watches her target with a mixture of delighted and surprise. ivory had not expected such boldness from the older woman, though then again, misty rucker is under the assumption that she is the most dangerous one in the room. ❝ i made no promises. ❞ the scholar states simply, purely out of desire to keep the embalmer on her toes ( until that fateful moment tomorrow morning when misty rucker finds out if she will be thrown behind bars for the foreseeable future. ) the control is exhilarating, though ivory has never been one to dwell on the power she holds. nevertheless, a gentle chuckle vibrates through the brunette's sternum, and she offers a slight rise of her chin in approval. ❝ very well then. ❞

[graveyard-ripper]

misty chuckles. there is nothing funny, per se, about the statement itself, but she laughs anyway. perhaps she feels coy, or perhaps she's just smitten – but, either way, she's HAPPY. since the evening, morning, day they spent cuddling in ivy's bed ( her actual bed – not the spare one they had been making a mess of for weeks ), she's been imagining all of these little moments with the woman she loves. if only she had thought to spend more time learning how to flirt before their date… ❝ mm, most girls don't make it further than the morgue. ❞ and, oh, misty rucker giggles; a necrophilic joke that she can make without being judged or questioned.

ivory loves it when her partner in crime picks up a racket and joins in on the game. their dynamic turns lighthearted. previously, this would have irritated the scholar ( as their relationship was formed on nothing more than a power struggle, and eventually, desire. ) but ivory could not overlook how the once standoffish, aggravated woman turned sweet on her almost overnight ( and how, eventually, that callous, authoritative tone of her own had softened. ) the first time misty had called her by her name, the doctor had stiffened, sending her counterpart into an array of stuttered apologies, though eventually, she could only LAUGH. ❝ it's working. ❞ she states smoothly, her thumb caressing over dark fabric.

[graveyard-ripper]

❝ no. ❞ which is not much of a compliment coming from misty rucker. in her mind, most people can be siphoned into one of two categories: annoying or irrelevant. she does not care to determine anything more about such people, so she does not think about them beyond than that. doctor grimes might have been obvious in the past ( about her attraction, about her duality ), but all the necrophile saw was how ANNOYING she was being. now, things have changed, and the murderer is one of the few people that no longer fits into either category. ❝ but i am…starting to understand… ❞

misty rucker looks so beautiful in the moonlight ; almost as beautiful as she had storming into her office. though the embalmer has never looked as beautiful as she had in the moments after being caught. perhaps it is the inherent sadism within ivory grimes ( or how her ego is stroked upon the acknowledgement that she is always right. ) misty rucker was not the geniuses hardest nut to crack, though she is by far the prettiest. the professor chuckles as she leans forward, relishing in their shared space like a wolf with helpless prey ; even as white canines are bared, she merely whispers as pale lips brush against her pupil's ❝ am i ? ❞

[graveyard-ripper]

it was disturbing to see her life unstitched upon the pages. ( would doctor grimes have come to the same conclusion had misty never challenged the inane marks on her classwork? perhaps that's why the genius provoked her; to observe her, to study her, to know her… ) the graveyard ripper blinks slowly. ❝ am i so obvious? ❞ she asks. right now, yes. they are standing in the open, shrouded only by night; they need to LEAVE.

❝ it's a secret. ❞ the doctor states simply, tongue darting out to wet her lips as her thumb caresses across misty's jawbone. her head tilts slightly to the side, as if viewing the older woman in a new light, and the pad of her thumb brushes across her bottom lip. misty rucker knows how. she read the scholar's scribbled notepad, and she walked into class ( and into the professor's office ) the perfect match to the scrawled words. ❝ you fit my profile. ❞