djprof!! aka dj toad x professor toad. me and my bf came up with this one :) i think they would be good partners! i can see professor yapping about his ancient one research & dj actually tries to willingly listen to his interests …. despite not being exactly interested in that stuff at all with his more modern love for partyin. but they’d both definitely have lots of fun together dancing through the lively disco of the night on days where Prof is free!!
every college professor needs a little time to relax now and then, especially after all the hard work of digging in the sun all day ‼️‼️
IK WHAT PEOPLE ARE THINKING MAN. "izzy what the fuck!!!! profode is THE otp! thats crazy that djprof is your otp???"
hear me out man THEY DANCE TOGETHER DURING THE DANCE MARIO DOES WITH THE FACELESS TOADS IN THE BACKGROUND!!! TOGETHERRR 🥹🥹 that professor has MOVES. istg they're probably my favourite ship, i love all of the fanart i've done for djprof too !!! i feel like Prof would go to the temple to chill out and have some fun whilst dj also would listen to prof yap and try to help him with his research to catch a break from djing all the time.
I genuinely love them w all my heart i feel like they're made for each other. i have a fic im working on with these two but i havent had any motivation to continue it yet
This fic is based on a piece of DJProf artwork done by @izzyatchi !! I have no clue how to link to the actual post so good luck 😭
1.9k words DJProf fic:
Bright beams of light dance across the walls, swiftly moving around the dirty floor and following the few people walking about. Loud music reverberates through the walls as a Purple Toad gradually turns up the volume knob on his setup.
Despite the high-energy sounds pulsing through the room, not one person in the club matches the vibe the DJ is trying to create. When he's been hired for gigs like these, the crowd is usually more responsive. Right now, not a single foot is tapping along to the beat, which is quite insulting to the DJ's skills at making a crowd move.
He scans the area and notices there isn't much of a crowd either. Sighing, he forces himself to maintain his energy.
“Yo, yo, yo! Are y'all gonna get on the dance floor or what?” All he receives are glares in response, which he rolls his eyes at. Sure, sometimes his job's pretty fun, and other times it's not- but this is on a new level. Moments like these really make him wish he could return to his job at FM Shroom, where he was appreciated.
“This one's for the partygoers here tonight!” He cues up one of his best tracks, at least in terms of crowd reaction. In his opinion, “Thrills at Night” is even older than that Khap'taan Teeowed guy the Professor seems to love so much, even though the DJ is right there-
Memories of Shroom Temple flood his mind when the familiar song starts playing, and he struggles to relax his shoulders.
“Ugh, get your act together, man…” he mutters to himself, hoping this will distract him enough so he doesn’t expect some oversized office supply that enjoys the ‘groovy’ music a bit too much to land on the dance floor. His body shivers as his fingertips dig harder into the grooves of the disc he dreads to take out- but this is for the crowd, not for him.
“Ooh! This is my jam!” Perfect. This song always works like a charm. A smile spreads across his face as he looks up, and in the centre of the room is-
“Professor?” It certainly is him, especially given how he’s quietly singing along to the music. The Professor, of all Toads, is really getting into it on the dance floor.
Sure, back in the Temple- something he prefers not to dwell on- this guy had been quite the dancer. However, he must have been a bit too focused on the other events happening at the time to notice that the Professor could really move to a beat.
“Bringing back a few memories, eh, DJ?”
Screeeeech
Whilst he'd been lost in thought, the Professor's silent sidle up into his area had gone completely unnoticed- much to the annoyance of all those whose ears had fallen victim to his aggressive disc scratching. The Professor bursts into a loud laugh, furthering his own embarrassment.
“Distracted too, hm?” He moves next to the DJ, staring down at the same sound disc from their shared adventure, “I don't think I've heard you play this one in a while.”
“A-Ah, well, I hoped it'd work on this lot,” he says, sweeping his arm over the room. The emptiness of the dance floor speaks volumes about his lack of success. “Y'know, it's been a real crowd pleaser in the past.” The Professor's eyes crinkle at the corners, his mouth tugging up into a smile in a way that makes the DJ's heart beat faster than the one emanating from his station.
“Of course, it sure is something I'd like to 'cut a rug' to.” Shimmying his shoulders to emphasise his point, the Professor steps a little closer to the DJ. “And it'd be even better if your focus stays on this groovy music.” He places his hands on top of the other's with a gentle touch, guiding them to their correct position.
The DJ fumbles for a few moments during which the music goes through a few unfavourable scratches, his face heating up as he recollects himself. “Better get back to dancing, Prof. You'll be the only one, so you better be giving enough energy for ten times the amount.”
The Professor grins, a spark of challenge reflecting in the eyes that are staring deeply into the DJ's own.
“Challenge accepted.”
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“For a professor, you're pretty rad on the dancefloor!” He laughs, admiring how the other Toad's feet seem to lead him through the motions almost instinctively, with his upper body swaying naturally to the rhythm. It takes him a little too long to pull his eyes away from the captivating figure in front of him and instead look back at the eyes that have now turned to gaze at him.
“I just know how to party to good music…” he shuffles over to the DJ, bumping his shoulder against the other's. “You really know how to put on a good tune, DJ!”
“Oh yeah? Well, you really know how to put on an incredible show, my man.” He replies, pressing his palm against the Professor's back, letting it linger there for a fleeting moment before giving him a gentle push back towards the centre of the room. “You'd better stay in the spotlight, though. If no one else will, then you've gotta be the star of the show for tonight, don’t ya?”
As he walks, it can still be seen as a sort of dance- at least in the DJ’s opinion, which means it must be right. The way the Professor can glide across each step, the brown coat he's adorned in flowing gently behind him. Each fold in the fabric a unique shape, and each crease like a pattern.
“Maybe you should think twice before doubting my skills, DJ!” His voice is slightly breathless, though he has enough energy in him to perform a small twirl. Even that is mesmerising to the DJ, as the spin leads straight into his next move without even a falter in his steps, feet moving as confidently as the rest of him is.
“I guess so! Really proving to me that even a Toad like you has it in you to dance, Prof!” He smirks as the Professor sends him an offended glare.
“You're making it seem like I've got something about me that makes you think I can't dance.” The challenge in his eyes that had never left in the first place grows stronger in a way that makes the DJ's heart flutter. “Carry on saying things like that, and I'll have to keep proving you wrong!”
“I'll keep that in mind…” Muttering to himself, the DJ turns up the volume to an unnecessary level, prompting a chuckle from the Professor at his antics.
In this moment, the DJ can't help but find the Professor almost entrancing-no, beautiful-in the way he moves to the music without a care in the world, a relaxed, close-eyed expression gracing his usually anxious face. Even if the music isn't typically the sort where someone can be called ‘beautiful’ when they're dancing to it, the Professor somehow manages to shine brightly enough to stand out against the colourful lights that illuminate his every movement.
And though he failed in getting the crowd to join in, the participation of this one Toad in particular makes everything leading up to it worth it in the end.
The Professor turns his head towards the DJ, eyeing him with that familiar, tantalising smile of his forming on his lips. “Keep your eyes on the sound discs, DJ!”
The DJ grins, tugging off his shades with one hand. His eyes can't tear themselves from the Professor, made even clearer without the coverage. “I'll admire whatever I want, Prof!” Smirk widening at the redness dusting the other's cheeks, he watches as the Professor stumbles for the first time this night. “Maybe you should keep your eyes on the dancefloor!”
The Professor averts his eyes, avoiding the triumphant grin he can feel being directed at him. “...don't distract me.”
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“I shouldn't have partied so hard…” The Professor grumbles as he trudges into the hotel room, his shoulders sagging. Rays of sunlight seep through a small gap in the curtains, which he must've forgotten to close during the night. The sight of the early morning sunrise only adds to his exhaustion. “I have a class tomorrow,” he mutters, looking down at the warm yellow glow bathing his scruffy clothes. “...today.” The DJ shrugs in response, practically melting into the bed across the room.
He cracks an eye open at the feeling of the mattress dipping next to him, “It was fun though! I mean, tonight w-”
Arms wrap around the DJ, one coiling around his torso from behind while another drapes over his front. They clutch handfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer with effortless strength.
“Mh, save it for tomorrow, I'm too tired…” A raspy voice murmurs against the DJ's chest, the words so muffled they're nearly unintelligible. Hesitantly, the DJ slowly lifts his arm into the air, hovering over the Professor’s back before finally letting it rest there.
“Mhm, but it is tomorrow, yeah?” He rubs small circles into the Professor's back as the other lets out a tired groan and squeezes him as tightly as possible without causing pain, chuckling at the overdramatic display. “I know, I know…you just gotta rest for now, don't ya? I'm aware you like your beauty sleep, hm?”
“Mmhm…” It's barely even a whisper, and the DJ can't help but sigh fondly. His hand finds its way into the Professor's hair, gently running through it with his fingers.
“I’ll be right here in the morning, you can rest. You definitely worked hard for it, didn't ya?” He focuses on the head resting on top of his chest, working slowly to untangle each knot, and watching as it rises and falls with each breath he takes.
They stay like this for a little while, basking in each other's warmth silently. The DJ's not surprised the Professor fell asleep so quickly- he really did work up quite a sweat during those night hours, and-
Hands which were originally clinging to his sides snake up his body, only stopping once they reach his face. They cup his cheeks with a featherlight touch. When looking down at the Toad who's actively using him as a pillow, he's met with unfocused eyes looking back up at him in return.
“DJ…”
The DJ doesn't take long to sit up a bit straighter, putting all his focus back on the other Toad. “Prof? You're still awake down there, huh?” The hands on his face tug on his cheeks lightly, holding on tighter to the skin.
“You…you better not be staying awake.” Despite their exhaustion, his eyes still manage to send a stern look the DJ's way strong enough to make a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face- or maybe it's because of the shared body heat.
“I was just about to- hey!” In an instant, the Professor throws all his body weight on the other in a sort of bear hug, arms wrapped around him in a near death-tight grip. No matter how hard he tries to wiggle out of the embrace, he's trapped for good until whenever the Professor decides to take mercy on his poor soul.
“This is cheating.” There’s no bite behind the words, and the DJ relaxes into the hold of the tired, clingy Professor he's fallen victim to.
“Sleeeppp…”
“I will, I will…”
Finally giving in, he closes his eyes. The Professor's breathing begins to even out, unconsciously matching the DJ's own. He hugs the sleeping Toad closer to his chest, and with a kiss to the top of the head below him, sleep overtakes him too.
