#professors AU

[handyowlet]

It’s Good Omens professors AU! Obviously Crowley is Professor Brick Wall and Aziraphale is Professor Overshare.

[houseofhurricane]

I commissioned @ivmaruva to create a piece inspired by chapter eleven of  Against Nostalgia, and I’m obsessed with the way this piece came out. It’s just so hot! It’s been incredible from the very first sketch, and I’m so excited to share it with all of you.

Against Nostalgia is a novel-length Dramione fic where Draco and Hermione are both professors at Hogwarts. Come for the slow burn and the dark academia and stay for the steam 🔥

[fuck-i-like-too-much-stuff]

Small addition to the Professor Peem and Professor Q tag because I seriously need to focus on my studies but We Are knaws at my brain.

"You may know that since Professor Q has taken a sabbatical for the rest of semester and since his half of the syllabus is complete, your doubts can be taken up by me. Please feel free to approach me anytime, I'll be in my office." Peem ended the lecture and dismissed the class. Yet no one moved. He looked up with confusion to the lack of commotion, to see eyes of concern.

"What's wrong?" He asks, no answer.

"Guys, I said you were dismissed. Don't you have more classes today?"

"Professor Peem, are you okay?"

Peem doesn't know what his students are talking about. He looks to his feet, trying to observe what is wrong with his appearance. Yeah, his shirt is a little untucked and his tie isn't as proper as it should've been. Yeah, maybe he could've done a better job with his hair today morning. But that shouldn't be enough to warant concern from his students, to let them know that he is, in fact, very much not okay.

It was a month ago that Phum had to leave for Singapore for two months. It was a month ago that he had started to tell himself that this was not that big of a deal. It was a month ago that he was sure these two months would go by in a blink of an eye and his Phum would be back in his arms even before he could complete the blink. It wasn't until two days back, when Q and Toey left for their Europe trip did he realise that this blink felt more like an endless and painful coma.

Yet, what he doesnt realise that this syncing of his breakdown has, once again, fed the rumors of his and Q's apparent relationship.

When his students refuse to leave the hall, despite Peem's reassurances, he does so himself. The moment he does, the murmurs begin.

"Did they break up? Is that why Professor Q took a sabbatical?"

"He takes one every year, that can't be it."

"Didn't someone say that he was going on a Europe trip? Who goes on such a romantic trip without their boyfriend?"

"Maybe Professor Peem was supposed to go but they broke up so he didn't."

"That seems a little too cruel, even for Professor Q."

"Guys, you might want to look at this-"

Toey's instagram handle open on the mobile screen, it shows a photo of him and Q looking over the sunset at the Saimes River.

"A water body. Wow, maybe Professor Q is that cruel."

The next day rolls around and now that Peem has understood that his breakdowns have to be very strictly reserved for his house and Phum's daily videocalls only, he looks just as he did always. But what doesn't change still is the sympathetic looks he catches in class.

Is he still looking pathetic?

In the staff room, he catches a hold of Fai who tells him he certainly doesn't look like he spent the last night crying. Helpful.

His phone automatically calls Fang when it comes to advice regarding puffy eyes and dark circles, not because Fang cries a lot but because between the architecture firm and being in love with Tan, he does not sleep a lot.

"I told you, you need a break. Your routine is not healthy right now, and I'm sure the college will allow you a few days off."

"I have a lot of classes, Fang. And I've to take up any doubts regarding Q's half too. This is not the time for me to take a break. Now will you tell me what to do about my eyes, or should I tell Tan that you ate the donuts I brought for him?"

Ice packs after crying, eye cream and if need be so, a little bit of concealer. Concealer that he will have to buy since Fang is not sharing his, or even Tan's. "Infections, much? Plus you're not my shade nor Tan's."

He is at the department store that is supposed to have everything. Which includes his needs for today, ice cream, rose scent candles, eye cream, and his shade of concealer, and the cologne that Phum wears because he misses his boyfriend and at least the house can smell a little like him. It also includes everything one of his students had on their list as well, because he finds her trying to sneakily click a photo of Peem trying to find the cologne.

"Guys, he's buying the cologne Q wears. He misses him so much. I also saw him buy eye cream."

Actually Q does wear the same brand of cologne as Phum, mostly because Phum is the one who introduced it to him, but its not the same cologne itself. That's not a detail the fine arts student care about as much as the wrinkle count of Peem's forehead as he tries to figure out the reason behind his student's behavior before walking over to where she is.

"Can I help you Reem?"

He then watches as his student fumbles her phone to the ground, apologise repeatedly, pick up her phone which he is sure has a broken screen now, and run away.

He reiterates the whole tale to Phum when he reaches home, a long ten minute podcast of an audio. Exactly eleven minutes after, he recieves a call from the same person, the person he needs the most.

"Hey. Long day, huh?" The soft voice speaks and if Peem hadn't kept his ice cream in the fridge, it would've also melted with him.

After an hour, Phum agrees with Fang about Peem needing a break but he also knows better than to suggest it because he knows Peem couldn't bring himself to abandon his class a month before their exams. So he says, "I'll be back very, very soon. And then your students will see just how happy you can be. Okay?"

And Peem hangs on to that okay for the next month, hangs on as if for dear life. And in this month, unbeknownst to Toey himself because he really does not care for Instagram notifications when he has his P'Q in the most romantic setting of the century, Toey's instagram account gains about fifty new followers who all have the same goal- plot revenge on Q.

[voxconcordia]

He remembered a particularly early misty spring morning when Jayce had woken from an unintentional nap he’d drifted into somewhere between 3 and 4 am to find Viktor nodding off work gloves on and a pair of tongs still in his hands in front of their crystals. 

“Jesus, Viktor,” Jayce had hissed, pulling Viktor’s arms away from the dangerously close connecting circuitry. “I thought you said you were going to bed soon!” 

Viktor sleepily blinked up at him. 

“There’s too much to do, Jayce. The Innovators Competition is days away and we don’t have time to waste if we’re going to be rewiring the converter to an isolated power coupling system,” Viktor said, stifling a yawn. 

“Okay, but if you work until you pass out into a live circuit board then we’ll have a much bigger problem than the Innovators Competition,” Jayce said, putting a hand on Viktor’s back. 

“It needs to be perfect,” Viktor replied, blowing past Jayce’s concerns. “These changes will give us the best shot at the competition.

“I was also wondering what your thoughts were on the placement of the conduction wiring. Do you think it’s possible that shifting them would maximize the —”

“Viktor!” Jayce interrupted. “I think it’s possible that the nerves are getting to you.” Jayce chuckled, putting his hands on either of Viktor’s shoulders and giving him a gentle shake. Viktor’s brow furrowed, scrunching his face into an expression that was very nearly pouting, which Jayce found incredibly endearing. 

“Our crystals work. They work. Don’t worry, we’ll come back tomorrow and iron out the kinks. We’ve got this,” Jayce insisted. 

Viktor looked from where Jayce’s hand was holding his shoulder back up at him, eyes still bleary with sleep. After a moment Viktor seemed to be able to tell that Jayce was not going to let up, and he let out a small sigh. “Okay fine, you’re right,” he murmured, starting to turn to stand up. “Before we go I’m just going to to tighten up the screws on the  —”

“Tomorrow, V,” Jayce interjected. “Come one, my dorm’s closer, we can crash there tonight if you want,” and finally Viktor relented and let Jayce lead him away from their work station.

[meatechunk]

Professors AU is the only thing keeping me from going bonkers guys

[glitchedhound]

Ode to a Nightingale by Acoostic on AO3

An Ether KWKBang 2024 fic

Here is my first contribution for the KWKbang 🎉!! Had a great time working on this with @feralchilde_ on twitter ♡

Please check out their sweet KWK professors au fic, link under read more!

[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 55/100

Introduction to Fake Dating Your Best Friend 101 by @spacerenegades

[Fake relationship, 24 627 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

Bucky stares at his best friend as though he’s absolutely lost what’s left of his dumbass mind.

“Excuse me?” he asks dumbly.

Steve sighs and sags back onto the couch, covering his face dramatically with one large, well-manicured hand.

“Dean Coulson thinks we’re dating. And gay. But like, for each other. And now I need you to fake date me so I can convince the Chancellor to fund my research.”

or;

Steve and Bucky are a pair of professors who have to fake date for academic purposes and are real dumb along the way. It's not so much a forest of pine as a whole landscape of it. It turns out fine, probably.

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[sauronpasta]

Absolute Pitch: Chapter 6 (now complete!)

Halbrand/Galadriel Modern AU- Collegiate Music Professors Rating: E

Read Chapter 6 now!

Start from the beginning.

Sneak Peak:

“Drinking alone, are you?” she asks as he takes her coat, laying it over the bannister. 

“I was planning on getting pissed, after everything.” He looks at her, standing in the entryway, his eyes bright. “I thought I blew it.”

“Jury's still in deliberation,” she mutters, but there’s no sting behind it. She traces her fingertips down his bare forearm, gooseflesh rising under her touch. 

“Are you still furious with me?”

“Depends. Are you going to hit more walls if we argue?” 

He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing. “Outside of Gil’s office, I should’ve…I’m sorry, you know,” he says softly. “It was all me.”

Words from one of his form letters. Words he thinks she wants to hear. They are nothing, just a placeholder. 

Her hands are cold. She takes his, letting the warmth of his palms seep into her skin. She moves them to her face for the same reason. She holds them there, feeling the shape of him. The ridge of his knuckles to the fine hair at the base of his fingers. Both their hands know the shapes that make up their instruments—the octaves, the chords and leaps. Would he come to know her just as well, with time? Only if she chose to take a chance. 

“That’s not necessary,” she says. “Kiss me instead?”

[darthbloodorange]

The university is planning to construct a new building on campus. Something modern and eco-friendly. They get several staff to partake in the project, including Prof. Rogers of the Arts and Design department and Prof. Lang of Engineering. Colleges with a long-standing, well-known crush on the other that's apparent to everyone but themselves.

For the: ✦ @fandombingo - College AU [D5]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Arts and Engineering Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Scott Lang Warnings: None Major Tags: College/University AU, Professors AU, Fluff, Pining, Gardens & Gardening, Professor Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Professor Scott Lang, Engineer Scott Lang ~ Summery: The university is planning to construct a new building on campus. Something modern and Eco-friendly. They get several staff to partake in the project, including Prof. Rogers of the Arts and Design department and Prof. Lang of Engineering. Colleges with a long-standing, well-known crush on the other that's apparent to everyone but themselves.

[nudebabitz]

We have new Prof Au! Anthony content 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

We do!!!!! It’s so great :,,,)

[cntrlaltdelete-what]

Chapters: 5/12 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Summary:

Hob Gadling had worked as a professor in London for some years. It had always been the same routine each semester, each day. Every day he returns to the same flat, the same deafening silence.

After several years at the university, Hob meets a strange colleague. Something feels familiar about him, but it is impossible that they know each other. Hob would have remembered the mysterious and shut-off stranger had they met before. He would know of he had run into the same emotional walls before as he tried to strike up a conversation with the entirely disinterested man. Nevertheless, they cannot avoid one another as they continuously meet on campus. Neither can Hob deny that this stranger looks quite appealing from some angles.

[soupy-george]

It's (nearly) the Weekend WIP

Thanks for the tag @squintclover

*Working title*

Read it here

The Professors in Their 30's Fic

  DRACO MALFOY - AUROR (technically) A Quick Summary of the Last Decade:

2003- Achieved Auror Qualification.  Note: Slight delay in training start date due to my own imprisonment, and dying father, general inconvenience.

2004 - Potions Specialist Certification, top marks.  Note: Cheers Severus, you taught me well

2005- Discovered loathing of field work.  Note: Bad guys thought I was on their side too often

2006 - Auror Office, cyphers and intelligence desk.  Note: Much better, useful contribution to society, repayment of past debts etc, no nightmare stake-outs or duelling friendly/related bad guys

2013 - (The Unpleasant Present) - Sent undercover as a Professor at Hogwarts.  Note: minding my own business, life ruined by dreadful turn of events. 

Assessment of The Dreadful Turn of Events: Undercover. (Field work- hideous) As a Professor. (Children/Teenagers- also hideous) At Hogwarts. (Where Potter works - not hideous, therein lies the problem) 

Note: Potter is DADA professor, a job he took out of the blue after I graduated from Auror training. His departure happened to coincide with a momentary lapse in judgement when we may have kissed, drunkenly … (and heatedly) against a wall.

One time. 

Awkward? Yes. 

Reason to abandon whole career? Apparently.  A Hogwarts Murder Mystery. 

[houseofhurricane]

I commissioned marblenxxart to create a piece inspired by Against Nostalgia, and I love the dual portrait she created of Hermione and Draco. Can’t you see this hanging up in the halls of Hogwarts?

Against Nostalgia is a novel-length Dramione fic where Draco and Hermione are both professors at Hogwarts. Come for the slow burn and the dark academia and stay for the steam 🔥

[morosexual-aziraphale]

idk if I'm ever going to finish this so. have this messy lil sketch from my professors au

“Something on my face?”

Zira, caught staring, felt his heart flip in his rib cage as his face went red. Now or never.

There was, in fact, something on Crowley’s face. A streak of golden paint high on their cut-glass cheekbone. It suited them, made them look almost inhuman. Gold flake pressed into their skin.

Zira nodded. “Yes,” he said. It came out breathless and in a higher register than he would have liked.

To his surprise, Crowley stepped out from behind their canvas and approached Zira. “Where?” they asked, their voice hushed, their eyes bright, their smile mischievous.

Zira reached out. Now or never now or never now or never now or-

He put his hand on their face, right where the gold paint was smeared. “Here,” he whispered.

There was a moment, then, which stretched on for infinity. The Thing which had remained unspoken stood there, practically screaming for attention. The air between them was full of shared breaths, brittle and breakable and absolutely terrifying.

And then Crowley pressed their cheek ever so slightly into Zira’s palm, eyelashes fluttering, something like hope shining in their honey-brown eyes, and a dam in Zira’s heart burst.

Read it here!

[voxconcordia]

Viktor’s breath caught in his throat when, after a long while of quiet, Jayce had drifted off to sleep, his head coming to rest on Viktor’s shoulder.

He had loose strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead and his cheek was smooshed against Viktor’s shoulder in an incredibly vulnerable and sweet way. Viktor was very aware of his own thudding heartbeat as he surveyed the subtle rise and fall of Jayce’s chest, and he clung to the warmth of Jayce against him, longing to stay there forever in this way he couldn’t have Jayce while waking.

Viktor didn’t watch the rest of the movie.

Holding on to the instant for as long as possible, Viktor let the credits play to the end while Jayce slept. And then couldn’t help but linger for just a few moments longer still, etching the picture of him into his mind. He eventually—reluctantly—shook Jayce gently awake.

Here's a link to the entire work for anyone who prefers that

[imaginmatrix]

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

chapter xxix: i'm like the water (when your ship rolled in that night)

When Annabeth finally knocked on the door, her forehead and palms slick with sweat, her body’s exhaustion attempting to permeate through her adrenaline, she decided that maybe she should have let one or two thoughts occur; she now had no clue what she would say.

As it turned out, thoughts weren’t needed.

The door clicked, it swung open, and she sucked in a breath as Percy stood there, tight white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, his expression freezing into one of surprise when he found her standing there.

“...Hi.” Annabeth breathed.

percabeth / professors au / enemies with benefits to lovers / rated e / wip