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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 🔥
#dramione#dramione fanart#dramione fanfic#draco x hermione#draco malfoy x hermione granger#hermione granger x draco malfoy#hermione x draco#harry potter fanart#professors au
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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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We have new Prof Au! Anthony content 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
We do!!!!! It’s so great :,,,)
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It's (nearly) the Weekend WIP
Thanks for the tag @squintclover
*Working title*
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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.
#fanfiction#drarry in their 30s#drarry#harry potter#professors au#professor harry#auror draco#hogwarts
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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!
#trigun#million knives#nicholas d. wolfwood#KWK#KWKBANG#Ether KWKBANG#fanart#professors au#triguntag#digital art#fanarts#trigun fanart
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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!
#cc's art#cc's writing#my fic#professors au#good omens#good omens fanart#good omens fanfic#ineffable husbands#ineffable partners#ineffable spouses#aziracrow#nonbinary crowley
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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
#percabeth#Percabeth fanfiction#writing#my writing#fanfiction#aoyaom#Percy Jackson#pjo#percy jackson fanfiction#pjo fanfiction#Annabeth chase#Annabeth chase fanfiction#annabeth chase fanfic#pjo fanfic#percabeth fanfic#percy jackson fanfic#enemies to lovers#enemies with benefits#professors au
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hello I wanted to ask you if it was possible to recommend me au or crowley or aziraphale and tutor or parents of Adam if possible a fanfic with a lot of chapters I know I ask you a lot but if you manage to find me some I marry you
Hi. Please check out our #professors, #kid fic, and #adam young tags for loads of fics like this for you to enjoy! Here are a few more to add to the collection...
Poor Men by smol_bird (G)
What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).
Part of the Whole Design by nightbloomingcereus (T)
Crowley meets Aziraphale for the first time in Paris, where they spend a day and a night together. It's 6,000 days before they meet again, as professors at Oxford.
Human/Academia AU.
First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield by heloluv (M)
Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers.
Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye.
A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.
A University Affair by Two_of_Clubs (E)
Professor Ezra Fell is just beginning his new job at the University of London. Little does he know just how exciting his new life in London is going to be. From his first lecture to his first full academic year, Ezra Fell encounters it all! That means odd coworkers, nosy students, and let's not forget difficult family members! Not to mention, a particular professor who works down the hall that his new boss is just a little too happy to introduce him to...
Slides of Stars by Mjazilem (T)
“Excellent, welcome back to St. Terrence Professor Phell.”
Zira grins from ear to ear. “Thank you, thank you Dean!”
“Ha, alright, you go and settle in, the staff will be meeting at noon in the conference hall in the administration building so everyone can meet our newest professors.”
“Professors? Who else is coming on?”
“Another young man, he also attended school here you might remember Anthony Crowley.”
Crowley? Zira didn't remember the name maybe when he saw him he would recognize his face.
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Zira Phell is a new literature professor at St. Terrence. He's not the only new teacher. Anthony J. Crowley is an intriguing young man with a mysterious past that keeps unfolding. As the mystery comes to light Zira finds he loves teaching and he loves Crowley.
All My Heart Is Yours by FeralTuxedo (E)
1847. Aziraphale Fell arrives at Eden Hall to take up his new position as tutor to the young heir. The house is enormous, remote, and its occupants rather strange — but none more so than its master, the ill-mannered but inconveniently handsome Mr Crowley.
Mr Crowley’s gaze lingered on him.
‘Now I see you in broad daylight, I can tell you’re no gentleman.’
Aziraphale bristled. He was wearing his best ensemble, and it was of fine enough quality, if a little rumpled from the luggage.
‘Whereas you certainly look the part, even if your manners suggest otherwise.’
A Victorian human AU loosely inspired by Jane Eyre, but with 50% less angst and 100% less spousal incarceration.
- Mod D
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Daemyra idea AU: Daemon and Rhaenyra are both professors in the university.
Last time he saw his niece, she was his student. Now, seven years later he sees her again. She is new Professor in their University, and Daemon is sure that this time he won't be able to be noble and stay away from her.
#daemyra#prompt#daemyra aesthetic#university au#professors au#daemon x rhaenyra#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#hotd#house of the dragon#emma d’arcy#matt smith#modern au
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𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓉 -- Silco Fluff Short
Professor!Silco x Professor!Reader
Year of the OTP Event; April Prompt “University AU”
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences || WC: 1388
Content Warnings: References to drinking, professors flirting and maybe slowly falling in love 🥺
Context: Your classes are over and fellow political sciences professor Mr. Silco makes an unexpected visit. Despite his asshole reputation, you find yourself in pleasant conversation with Silco, and soon after, he asks you out for drinks with him. Not so bad after all.
@yearoftheotpevent
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“Papers are due this Friday, I will not remind you again!”
Your warning goes completely unheard as all of the students file out of the seminar room, each one of them eager to slip through into the hall and complain about your course. College students think they’re so clever.
A long sigh leaves you as you lean over your desk, inspecting some of the papers that had been lingering for the past day or so.
Something something…staff meeting…sports appreciation…something something…another staff meeting…
“A paper this Friday?” A raspy voice echoes into the silent lecture hall and you scream at the sneak attack, sending papers sliding across your desk as you nearly jump out of your skin. Your head spins around to find a fellow professor standing in the doorway, the sound of his shoes against the cheap floor tiles echoing around the room.
“Don’t scare me like that,” you chide, sending an accompanying glare his way. He gives you a smirk in return and picks up one of the scattered papers on your desk. The ends of his black tailcoat whip behind him as he stops, fabric rustling with paper as he flips over the page in his hand.
“A paper about what?” he asks, frowning as he skims over the same blah blah…staff meeting…blah blah that you found moments before, eyes rolling past small, round glasses frames. His nose shadows the corner of his lip as he faces the lamplight on your desk, and the scars digging grooves into his forehead and cheek appear deeper. He looks at you over his glasses, one searing red eye observing you like prey to hunt.
“Well?” Silco blinks owlishly at you.
“It’s um…” ‘You assigned the damn thing, can’t you remember what it’s about?!’ is what your mind screams, but you continue to stare blankly at the other professor. In your silence, Silco pivots, arms crossing over his narrow, vested chest, eyebrows raised in question. With a lack of words, your mouth opens and closes several times over before Silco nods.
“I see, very engaging,” he muses, bringing a hand up to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The sarcasm breaks your awkwardness and you’re able to laugh a bit, your cheeks going up in flames with pure, unbridled embarrassment.
Your hands come up to massage your temples and you shake your head, breathing out an exasperated apology. Silco offers you a small smile, understanding of your exhausted and scatterbrained state of being.
“It’s a paper on how culture pressures politics,” you explain. Your body falls back to lean against your desk, hips tilted to one side. You see Silco’s brow raise as he continues to languidly side eye you.
His red eye puzzles you. It always has. It seems more like a pool than an ocular body part, like a blot of ink dissipating into a red sea. You’re not sure if he can even see out of it, and you always assumed it a rude question, but you have a feeling it doesn’t do him much visual good rather than act as a sort of barrier. Something that he uses to scare people. Solitary bastard. Speaking of which, why is he of all people here?
Your mind flashes to the last few staff meetings where this Oscar the Grouch of a professor made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with the other professors, yourself included, but showed the minimum respect with the exception of some rude retorts and cynical criticisms. Never wasted a breath of air or a second of time otherwise.
“Don’t you think that would be better suited for a culture class than political science?” Silco asks. He casually drags a chair over to your desk and sits in it, looking up at you as if he were pondering your existence. Without much thought you find yourself sitting across from him, sinking into the cheap swivel chair that is infinitely less comfortable than the one in your office.
“I feel like it’s important to understand that culture sort of steers politics, political parties, et cetera.” Your fingers find your temples again, propping up your head to look at Silco slanted. His brows arch in question once again as he looks at you in a similar skewed fashion. He turns the unscarred side of his face closer to you, and it sparks a theory that he can see you better with his healthy eye.
“That’s a good take, I never really think the younger professors know what they’re doing,” Silco coos, cocking his head in a way that felt like he looked you up and down despite the fact that he didn’t. You bristle at it all.
“Yeah, apologies for not being the resident smartass of the campus, I just don’t have it as together as you, do I?”
The words leave your mouth without a second thought, your shoulders squared indignantly and your eyes narrowed back. Silco barks out a dry laugh in his signature gravel tone, pushing himself against the back of the chair with an amused sigh.
“You needn’t bite so hard, I’m only kidding you,” Silco says through a playful smirk, chipped teeth peeking out from behind his scarred lips. “I make it a point to teach my students the same thing, I merely wanted to see if you could back up your claim.”
You feel your ears heat up from snapping at him, your chair giving a creak as you relax into it.
“Sorry,” you sigh, breathing out a laugh at yourself. “I don’t mean to sound offensive but I’ve seen your criticisms of others and I thought I was to be your next victim of scrutiny.” You give Silco a small smile and he offers one in return.
“It wasn’t my intention,” Silco hums, picking out another thin splinter from your wooden desk and pinching with the ends of his nails. He doesn’t seem too offended by the first part of your reply and you let out a small breath of relief at that fact.
“In the case that you’re as tense as you appear, if you have no morning or noon students tomorrow that would have to put up with your hangover headache, there’s a pub down the street.” Silco’s eyes meet yours past the wooden fragment, sincere blue and red casting over you like a shadow.
“A nice evening pint always eases the nerves.”
Your first reaction is to look for some indicator that he’s joking. No way in hell would the stoic, anti-social, know-it-all, solitary, prick professor, Mr. Silco, ask you out to drinks. But you’re met with an unchanging stare. It’s a suggestion, not a demand, and you can see he would be only mildly disappointed if you declined his offer. But hey, a drink never hurt anyone.
“I’ll be in my office.” The small piece of wood splits in two between Silco’s fingernails before he flicks it away and stands up. The chair under you gives a thankful groan when you scramble to get up, bracing yourself on the desk.
“Can we go now?” you ask and Silco gives you a curious look, likely as surprised as you are with your eagerness. He thinks for a moment and shrugs nonchalantly.
“I’ve no objections.”
You smile at him but he doesn’t see it, he’s already turning around and gliding out of the room in long strides, forked tailcoat ends whipping behind him.
“You’re paying, right?” you ask, jogging towards the door and locking it, catching up to the professor with a few rushed steps.
“No, I’m dragging you to a pub and then making you pay for the tipsy stupor we leave in.”
This time, Silco sees your excited grin and he slows down a bit to let you catch up. Honestly, who knew that the asshole professor who was always shutting people down at staff meetings in under ten words would have any sense of humor at all! Maybe it’s not a knee-slapper, but the joke is a happy surprise.
“If you keep your mouth open any longer it’ll brush the carpets,” Silco quips, turning back around and continuing his quick, lengthy steps. “Let’s go.”
You laugh to yourself, mentally preparing conversation starters to avoid an awkward, slightly drunken “date” with this man.
It’s going to be an interesting night.
#silco#arcane#arcane silco#university#university au#professors#professors au#year of the otp#yearoftheotp#took me so long to publish this even though i had it finished last month#felt like something was wrong with it#still feel like theres something wrong with it
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Seasons of Love - Chapter 1
Merry Christmas Sabrina @agentofship Somehow we’ve made it through another year. I hope you have a very happy holiday and thanks for being you! Your friendship has been one of the best parts of writing <3
And an extra big thank you to Lauren @accio-the-force for the beta and support on this one. Keeping secrets is hard.
This fic goes month by month with each chapter covering a season. I haven’t finished the last chapter yet so there’s a possibility the rating will change, depending on how they behave.
Summary: Fitz and Jemma edit a book together and fall in love somewhere along the way.
Rated T
Chapter 1/5
Read on AO3
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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 🔥
#dramione#dramione fanart#dramione fanfic#draco x hermione#draco malfoy x hermione granger#hermione granger x draco#hermione x draco#harry potter fanart#professors au
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was your professors au inspired by snitch's one shot?
Hiya!!!
It was and it wasn't?? It started with my Wolfstar Bingo "Professors AU" prompt, and then Imp said everyone should be professors, and all chaos broke loose, and we ended up cackling while coming up with hilarious ways the professors would embarrass Teddy and Harry.
SNOTCH's one shot was just the product of the madness, and now I need your help bullying everyone else into writing other one shots about this.
(@theresthesnitch, @elder-millennial-trash, @aqua-myosotis, @second-sister, @siriuslythatbitch, @krethes, @impishtubist) I AM TALKING ABOUT YOU
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this is so anthony from your prof au but he also gets flowers for kate too!!!
Omg it really is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
I miss those two :,)
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Complete! Read it here
Word count: 50k | Rating: M
A Quick Summary of the Last Decade:
DRACO MALFOY - AUROR (technically)
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
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Professor Stark asks one of the Librarians to help him find a resource he was looking for.
They didn't find what he was looking for... but the Librarian, Steve, showed him something else that made up for it.
For the:
✦ @stevetonygames - Fuck|Marry|Kill; prompt “Found” [O4]
(Team: Fuck 🍆)
Word count: N/a - Moodboard
Title: Hidden within the Archives
Rating: Teens
Universe: Marvel 616
Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Nudity
Major Tags: Modern AU, No Powers AU, Professors AU, Library AU, Professor Tony Stark, Librarian Steve Rogers, Top Tony Stark, Bottom Steve Rogers
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Summery: Professor Stark asks one of the Librarians to help him find a resource he was looking for.
They didn't find what he was looking for... but the Librarian, Steve, showed him something else that made up for it.
#SteveTonyGames#Lemon#Stony#Steve Rogers#Captain America#Iron Man#Tony Stark#Marvel#Marvel 616#Nudity.#Modern AU#No Powers AU#Professors AU#Top Tony Stark#Bottom Steve Rogers#Librarian Steve Rogers#Professor Tony Stark#DBO Moodboards#DarthBloodOrange#Moodboards
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