Forbidden Fruit
I needed content. I provide content myself. But I still accept fic with teacher!mc au, please, i beg you
You could hardly be called a calm, judicious person. You more than once played on the nerves of former teachers and forever settled in the black list of the school. Why, with such a vast and, undoubtedly, funny history, you decided to become a teacher, no one knew. However, like you yourself. Maybe you just became calmer with age and wanted to choose a well-trodden path as a life path.
However, what did you definitely not expect, that with such a deep insight, you were hired to work in such a prestigious institution. Night Raven College had a reputation, so it was not in the current director's best interest to hire questionable staff. Nevertheless, you jumped at this opportunity, even if you had to work as a simple librarian, who was sometimes asked to help with something.
On your first day at work, you tried to dress appropriately, moderately strictly, moderately prepossessing. Of course, it was better to work in an old castle in a low position than on the same one, but in a third-rate one. Not a trace of the previous pranks remained. You were ready to bet anything - no one could connect your image from the past with the present. Needless to say, your appearance caused a furor among the students. Although, it was likely that all because of the female side of the college could be counted on one hand. The list included a portrait of Rosalia, with whom you often discussed the latest gossip in your free time.
Your holy abode or simply library turned out to be a rather dusty place. Often, students, not finding a teacher, put the book in the first place that came across their mind, which created enormous chaos. It was your responsibility to deal with. A polite cough into hand distracted you from the likelihood of dying from suffocation under a pile of books. Looking up, you saw a small young man holding several textbooks in his hands. If your memory serves you right, his name was Riddle - the head of the Heartslabyul dorm. You could not help but remember him, after all, he was one of the few students who humbly awaited your return. As a last resort, leaving it on the table along with the note.
"Yes?.." You slowly got up from the chair, meeting the eyes of the young man. "Sorry... Riddle, right?" Receiving small, but somewhat awkward nod, you continued. "How are you? I heard you were assigned a rather difficult project. Although knowing it's you, I'm more than sure that you got a high score, right?"
Seeing how your words almost made the second year red as his hair, you held back a chuckle. As fun as it was to tease students, it was not pedagogical.
“Thank you for the flattering words, Lady Librarian,” Rosehearts pulled himself together in a matter of seconds. “I came to return the tutorials I took last time."
"Yes, you can leave them here. I will put them at right place later," you flashed a smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No... I mean yes. Yes." Repeated the young man but more confidently. “As a thanks for your help with learning, on behalf of the entire Heartslabyul dorm, I would like to invite you to the Unbirthday Party"
You silently considered his words, continuing to smile. It sounded very tempting, but books wouldn't sort themselves. Also, you weren't sure if you, as an employee, could have such a close relationship with students.
"You are really cutie!" Riddle blushed again at your words, but you were counting on it. “However, I have too much work to do. Have a lot of fun, you deserve it."
Waving goodbye to the sad second year, you sank back into the chair. Mentally, you already regretted your decision, there were legends about Clover's baking, but the work was more important. Perhaps sometime in the future you would be able to snatch a piece of his famous strawberry tart.
Involuntarily scrolled the meeting in your head, you remembered how Rosehearts called you. 'Lady Librarian'. Many students addressed you in this way. You yourself asked them. It was very embarrassing to hear as students addressed you with 'teacher', as you were not part of them. Yes, you were still a member of the administration, but, fortunately, you were not assigned to lead the subjects yet. Remembering how every evening you almost crawled out of the room, the lessons would finally finish you off. You knew that the job of a teacher was difficult, but the reality turned out to be much more ironic. Instead of a "man-man" scheme, a "man-book" was waiting for you. Although, again, you did not complain, you were paid more than decently.
After taking another look at the huge pile of documents that needed to be reviewed and reports waiting in the wings, you decided to take a short break. Nothing will happen if you go to the cafeteria for coffee for five or ten minutes.
Probably one of the advantages of being a teacher was the service without queues. 'Cause when you got a hot drink, you still had seven minutes left.
"There are such a beautiful scene," leaning your elbows on the windowsill, you looked down at the garden. Crowley would forgive you for wanting to delay your return to the dusty room. The smell of coffee, ironic as it sounded, was soothing. If there was an idyll, then it certainly looked like that. "I don't even want to go back."
“In that case, may I invite you to tea in the Pomefiore Garden?" A voice was heard literally a few steps away.
You immediately straightened up and put on a duty smile. Another person that you could not help but hear about. Of course, when in your life you would have met a celebrity.
"Ha-ha, how awkward it turned out," you tried to hush up the situation. For this, your salary would definitely not be added. "Maybe another time?" It would be strange to refuse one invitation in order to immediately accept another.
Schoenheit did not answer, but continued to stare at you, while all sorts of reasons for his behavior flashed through your head: a disheveled hairstyle, bags under the eyes from lack of sleep, or maybe crumpled clothes? Not a plus to your professionalism, but with some of the students you didn't feel older. They seemed to suppress you with their charisma. Therefore, you tried to keep contact with them to a minimum. With good kids like Riddle, you felt calmer.
"What time is it!" You threw up your hands for show, as if you were really late somewhere. "Go to the library if you need anything." You said already the moving and hoping that he would not decide to take advantage of the offer.
If there was a reward in the world for a teacher, who was running away from students, you would get it or be nominated. Turning the corner and bringing your breathing back to normal, you walked more slowly. How, in such a hurry, you did not spill the coveted coffee, remained a mystery, which you were never allowed to figure out.
"Lady librarian, what a meeting!" As if the devil from of the snuffbox, another student jumped out. Adjusting his glasses, he immediately smiled, holding out his hand. "Is it possible that you are heading to the library? What a coincidence, I went there but didn't find you. However, as soon as I left, there you are. Isn't this fate?"
You were sure that in the evening your cheekbones would hurt from so many smiles. While you could give Ashengrotto his due, you could only envy his eloquence. Another student in the piggy bank called "Good ones".
"What could the incredible head of Octavinelle need?" Skillfully hiding sarcasm under business intonation, you asked.
"The duty of each student to provide all possible assistance in the educational process! I, Azul Ashengrotto, have come to offer you my modest services," the young man spread one hand to the side, putting the other to his heart, demonstrating the sincerity of his motives.
The coffee began to cool down, and you wanted to return to your monastery as soon as possible. This student had a reputation for being a walking library, and you strongly doubted that he needed a physical version. Well, you couldn't blame him for wanting to be in good side with the administration. Perhaps he hoped that in the future you would put in a good word for him in front of the director. In Octavinelle a truly suitable person was chosen.
You wouldn't trust him with the documents, but sorting book with great pleasure. Carrying a ladder and a trolley wasn't very funny either. Besides, nobody made a man speak, right?
"Well, if the head of the dorm, known for his generosity and desire to help others, offered his services, I will gladly accept it," therefore, answering, you copied his manner. If he so wanted to prove himself, then you were ready to give the flag in his hands. "May I entrust you with sorting?"
"Of course! If you need help with anything else, do not hesitate to contact anytime!" An exaggeratedly joyful answer rang out behind your back, as you were already walking forward, ignoring how the newly-minted student followed you as tail.
At least it was much easier to deal with him than with the twins accompanying the youth twenty-four hour. You did not dislike high personalities, but in contrast of these two you felt less than usual. Despite the fact that you were of average height: not too tall, but not quite short either. You have long thrown them into another piggy bank, on which there was an inscription: "Without shame and conscience." Especially the second brother Floyd.
Already sitting in your chair and letting the helpful student get busy, you think about the events of the past days. There was not a day that some young man did not wander to you, for various reasons. Someone really needed textbooks or help in completing the assignment, and someone came purely because they wanted. So the infamous head of Savannaclaw get a habit to sleep among dusty shelfs. You decided to suppress the interest, how many times he stayed for the second year and how all the teachers dreamed of his graduation. You were sure that the entire NRC would throw an underground party led by the director that day.
Although it may be due to the fact that you have become more often than usual to see the head of Diasomnia. Rosalia once said that the relationship between those two could hardly be called friendly. However, you prayed to the Great Seven that they would choose a different battlefield. In the end, the library would not have survived such a raid.
Although it may have been in a different person - Schoenheit. The answer to the question, how did you manage to attract the attention of the popular model, did not want to be found. Was it possible that you looked so tired that Vil couldn't walk by. However, in that case, another question came: with whom did Kingscholar get along with?
Loud stomping along the corridors distracted you from further thoughts. A moment and the door swung open, from which appeared a disheveled Epel - a first-year from Pomefiore, you guess. Apparently, he was running away from someone.
"L-librarian!" exclaimed the youth, as soon as he noticed your figure. "H-Hide me, please!"
At first, you wanted to raise an eyebrow in doubt who could be chasing him. However, a bottom-up look and tears threatening to shed were proof enough. Ignoring the fact that you are so easy to get pity, you waved your hand at the nearest closet. The young man immediately darted there and completely disappeared from sight.
He did it just in time, as another eccentric personality disturbed your peace. Now it became clear who Felmier was running from. From Vice Leader Pomefiore you would also want to escape.
"Dame des livres (Lady of the books)! What a joy to see you!" The blond immediately took off his hat and pressed it to his chest, looking around the library. "Sorry for interrupting you, but have you seen Monsieur Apple? I was sure he was running this way!"
"I saw," it looks like you've already got into the habit of smiling while lying. "Shall I tell him something if he runs in here?"
“If it doesn't difficult,” Hunt narrowed his eyes oddly, but soon retreated. "Roi de Poison is looking for a student in his dorm, that's all." Made a bow, Rook was about to leave, as he froze on the threshold. “Allow me to take my leave, my lady."
Flashing a smile in all his teeth, the young man finally left. You exhaled tiredly after finishing the rest of your coffee. What a nervous day it was.
"You can go out, he is gone," now you are no longer worried about your image of a teacher, looking with regret at the empty glass. "The rest, I think, you yourself heard."
Soon, a purple hair appeared from behind the shelving, tears were already gone. It may have been an exaggerated reaction, but it was entirely justified. That was what you were sure of, Rook could bring anyone to tears.
"Thank you!" The first year came out of hiding and thanked you, folding his hands at his chest. "You are my savior!"
Brushing aside the gratitude, you looked at the glass again. You strongly doubted that you would be able to complete the remaining paperwork without incentive. Noticing your gaze, Felmier spoke:
"Would you like me to go for coffee?" The seductive offer, supported by a couple of movements of long purple eyelashes, was difficult to refuse.
"Thank you, dear, but" not impossible. "No, thank you. I'm afraid director won't pat me on the head for exploiting the students. You can sit here if you want, I'm sure Hunt is still wandering around."
"Then can I help you with something?" Deciding to break your professionalism, Epel used the forbidden trick in the form of tears. "You helped me and I want to help you too. Can't I?"
Unable to contain yourself, you sighed and looked up at the ceiling, calling out to heaven. A little more and your image of a "good teacher" will begin to burst at the seams. After sending your first year to help Ashengrotto with sorting, you collected the papers and went to the far corner of the library. A small room that you immediately turned into your refuge. However, when you saw a long tail with a tassel around the corner, you immediately turned around and walked back. It was clearly more convenient to work at the table.
Feeling that a little more and the library would finally turn into a courtyard, you lay down on one of the tables intended for students. Unwittingly, you wanted to go to the kind director with a request for time off. The work turned out to be too nervous, especially when every student in this college set himself the goal of visiting library at least once. Some out of curiosity, some on business, and some simply had nowhere to sleep except here.
True, in life everything rarely went the way we wanted. Although, if you nap for a couple of minutes, nothing will happen, right? By setting the timer on your phone, you closed your eyes. Just ten minutes.
Yawning and stretching, you notice that you woke up before the alarm clock. Until the time clearly lit up on the phone screen. Jumping up, you noted that not a few minutes had passed, but a couple of hours. Good night, tiredness, hello downed regime. However, chasing away the remnants of sleep, you noticed that someone covered you. You were willing to swear that the heir to the Al Asim family wore the same cardigan in college. Like the papers that you threw on the table, now they lay in pile, completely filled. Even with a tired look, you noted that there was not a single mistake in the reports.
Having neatly folded the thing and took the documents, you wandered to your workplace. This was the second time you'd seen it so clean. However, what surprised you the most was an enchanted cup of tea with a note on purple paper.
“By the time you wake up, the tea may have cooled down, so I have bewitched it. Thanks again for your help, Lady Librarian."
Well, maybe the college job wasn't so bad, you thought. The tea came in handy. The amber drink warmed and soothed the nerves. You should thank Felmier for it later.
“All in work, despite the late hour,” Draconia appeared at the door with an amazing timing. "Commendable, but at the same time reckless."
"Not an ounce of fatigue, despite the late hour. Surprising and enviable." Perhaps it was because of the night, or maybe this was how tea affected you. Intuition dictated that if the meeting took place during the day, you would not dare to answer in such a manner. "Can your question wait until morning? I was already late today."
The young man does not answer, only continues to look with his emerald eyes. Barely holding back a sigh, you put the papers on the table. The least you wanted right now was to deal with the crown prince. Sometimes you got the feeling that on the one hand, Malleus wanted to attract attention to himself, but on the other he was afraid of it. This kind of dualism was not your type, you would rather deal with a person who was more honest to himself and to others.
Walking past a tall student, you threw a simple "Good night", thereby closing the conversation, and slipped out of the room. After all, you were only a librarian, not a psychologist. Let Crowley hire one, as you were not going to take on someone else's work. Everything would be fine if after a moment measured steps were not heard behind you. While you quickly go throw the corridors, the fae walked in his usual manner. Finally, you stoped and turned around:
"It's not for me to talk about it, but nobody canceled the curfew." All you wanted now was a warm bed and maybe some more tea before bed. Obviously not fiddling with a student who followed you like a chick following its mother. There was a rustle. Slightly flinching at the sudden appearance of another student behind Draconia, you continued. "So the vice-leader of Diasomnia arrived in time. In that case, I'll leave the head to you. Good evening."
“Yes, yes,” Vanrouge seemed to be amused by what was happening. “I apologize for disturbing you, have a nice evening, lady librarian." Having landed on the floor, the young man bowed in a mocking manner. There was no hint of respect for the teacher.
However, you, having decided to close your eyes to this, turned on your heels and hurried to your place. Staying overnight at college was clearly not part of your plans. Within seconds of reaching the teachers' campus, you allowed yourself to relax. Trying to drive away the thoughts that with all the turmoil there are only a few hours left until the morning and another working day. Perhaps tomorrow it would be calmer.
It did not become calmer. Felmier, whom you rescued yesterday, has since decided to settle in the library, spending all his free time there. When you asked why Epel could not do his homework in his room, he only looked away. After patting the first year on the head, you returned to your work, not noticing the young man's triumphant smile.
The young man settled himself in a corner, from which the entrance and, of course, the table standing next to it could be clearly seen. For the first time in his life, he was delighted with his pretty appearance. A good librarian would never have been able to refuse a request to a poor, small student. A couple of tears there, a pitying look here and the first year got himself permission to come at any time of the day. In addition, Hunt's recent pursuit also came in handy, bringing Felmier closer to his goal.
Of course, he was not the only one interested in the new teacher. From where he was, Epel could see how often came for books Rosehearts, even though his dorm had a library with everything he could ever need. How Ashengrotto was always nearby whenever she needed any help. Or how Leona found a new sleeping place, albeit undeniably dusty.
However, Epel was confident that in terms of looks, he could beat anyone. Except, Vil, who for some unknown reason also began to get accustomed to the girl. The head of Pomefiore made sure that at any time he smelled of his favorite perfume, especially when the librarian ran by with a bunch of papers. He was like a peacock, fluffing its tail and expecting attention, admiration. Although, perhaps, Kalim was truly the most annoying. He was the second person, who play completely unfair. Although his own feelings still remained cloudy. Jamil took care of the ignorance of his head in case not to get another rival.
From his place, Epel could calmly observe and collect information about the girl's preferences. About how she disliked when someone burst into her personal space like Floyd. About how she struggled from answering Ace's joke with the same sarcasm every time. About how she constantly dodged and refused to take a selfie with Cater. Although Clover's piece of cake was able to break through the erected walls.
Then Felmie began to bring something every of his visits. The librarian refused at first, but the crown glance and she already stretched out her hand not wanting to upset the first year. So the apples sent by the parents were used. Does the teacher want them rot? An appetizing charlotte made by his mother's recipe also did not go unnoticed. Hot coffee or tea completed the picture, like a cherry on top of a cake.
It was a pity that he was not the only one who noticed this. The chefs of the college set themselves a goal to win the lady through the stomach. You accepted their gifts more readily. Of course, who could resist Viper's homemade curry or Trey's brownies. However, there was one thing they left out your kindness. No matter what exactly they brought you, you always treated those present in the library. So Ruggie got a whole mousse cake as a reward. You didn't know what Deuce and Ace went through to get the ingredients. Epel was convinced of this.
Also, a young man with lilac hair made sure that you were unaware of the battle being played out behind your back. You couldn't help but notice some oddities, but often you attributed them to character. Someone was angry, but for someone it was only on hand. Epel was stuck in the middle. Sometimes he was annoyed by your lack of understanding, but if not for it, you would never have allowed the first year to accompany you twenty-four hours. Often you were so immersed in work that you forgot to send him to lessons. So Felmier had extra time alone with you.
At one of these moments, the first year decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Until a strong hand landed on his mouth. The young man tried to break free of grasp, throwing an irritated look back, trying to figure out who attacked him. Seeing a familiar look and a white feather swinging nearby, Epel mumbled something inarticulate, but Rook invariably pulled him aside.
"Monsieur Apple, I'm sorry to use such a rude method, but Roi du Poison pulled himself together and decided to confess! Let's not interfere with him," having barely audible whispering so that Felmier was the only one who heard this, Rook, picking up the first year in an armful, jumped out through the window.
Hearing something, you looked up, trying to find the source of the noise. You thought you heard Epel's scream. Although perhaps he just remembered about the lesson, and the sound was his hasty goodbye. Well, the desire to learn was always commendable, especially when someone wasn't gazing hole in you. It might have seemed to the young man that he was hiding well, but such a gaze was hard not to notice.
Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you sighed. Fate may think that you hadn't enough problems that it ducided to add a student in love. You could understand why he fell in love with you, you could even guess what was the starting point. However, this did not change the general state of affairs. Mentally, you have already chosen the words how to gently besiege the young man. Not to offend, but also not to give false hope. In your head, it came out badly, so you decided to leave this venture for a while. It didn't look like Felmier would decide to confess to you anytime soon.
However, the loud clatter of heels echoing in the empty hallway prevented you from returning to work. What else you didn't like, the vast majority of students and teachers wore heels. Therefore, it was not possible to determine by the sound who exactly was walking. You just had to put everything aside, fold your arms over your chest and wait silently for a knock on the door.
After a couple of minutes, the knock really rang out, but without waiting for an answer, the stranger decided to enter. To be honest, you expected anyone - except Kingscholar, of course - so the person who showed up didn't surprise you.
"I didn’t think I’ll see the head of the dorm, praising efforts both in study and in beauty,during school time" you didn’t even get up, continuing to watch as Schoenheit slowly approached the table, before closing the door behind you. "How can I help you?"
“Since you never accepted my invitations, I came to present one in person." With these words, the blond took a beautiful purple envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket and put it in front of you. "You will find all the necessary information inside." Seeing your perplexed look, Vil straightened his hair and turned around. "That's all I wanted to say. I will look forward to meeting you today."
Watching the model leave, you wondered if celebrities lived in a completely different, from the ordinary, world. Then your gaze dropped down to the envelope, which you had no desire to open. Thinking about who was inviting to tea on the day of meeting, you put the note aside. All the same, you were not going to go to the event. You were ready to bet anything, there was clearly a confession or an invitation to the place where the confession would take place. Each such incident shortened your life by several years, as well as increased the threat of dismissal for unprofessionalism.
The impression was that you were descending lower and lower. It would seem that the bottom was near, but at the crucial moment it became clear that it was still far away. You only hoped that you would be able to work without consequences until the end of the year. You took words back, it would be better if you were librarian in some small town. Lately such thoughts have often visited you. Dreams of an early dismissal and a calm return home. Would you able to keep on until the winter holidays, with a clear conscience, take off the masks and relax.
However, in life, everything rarely goes the way we want. Who else but you should know about it.
Schoenheit’s "confession" somehow became known to the entire college, turning the poor you into the main talked about person of the day, and then of the week. Finding yourself in such a situation, it is quite obvious to expect a call on the carpet to the director, but surprisingly, Crowley was in no hurry to act. Perhaps the raven hoped that the rumors would subside by themselves. You sometimes envied his confidence, since now you felt like a animal in a petting zoo. Although, you had no idea how Vil deals with it, since throughout the entire time you had never seen the model. Maybe the manager and the entire agency had successfully brainwashed that person by forbidding him to approach you even for a meter. Well, it only benefits you.
True, the fact that Vil was not around did not mean that the head of Pomefiore did not send his deputy to collect information. You saw a white feather flickering in the corner of your eye every now and then. There was no doubt, on whose tip Hunt was acting. As well as why the rest of the troublemakers began to behave more discreetly for the public, but more clearly for the you.
You were found literally everywhere. As soon as you got rid of one student, another immediately took over the initiative. Of course, within the walls of the college, they did not allow themselves much, but the words that came out of their mouths so rarely coincided with the actions. How often the touches lasted longer than it should to transfer the item. How there was an emotion in eyes that you knew only by hearsay. How in every movement there was a desire to be alone, although the you yourself made sure that this "alone" was as little as possible.
Thus, you became known as a librarian who was never at work. Anticipating the moments when the room was empty, you returned to finish things and disappear from sight again. Reputation could be in handy, but nerves and psyche were more important. Naturally, few people liked it, but you did not care about anything. The only thing that warmed your soul was vacation, which you could spend with yourself and away from work.
On one of these rare occasions, you wandered between the shelves, arranging the piled up books. You could dump the duty to the "fans" as much as you liked, but the you could not deny the peace of mind from monotonous actions. If your job was just sorting out, you might not want to quit. Although, being honest with yourself at least, you knew that was far from the problem.
As you continued to maneuver among the cupboards, you heard the creak of a door out of the corner of ear. It looks like someone decided to skip class. You slowed down and walked even more quietly, not wanting to show your presence. Maybe the stranger will see that you weren't here, and will go. However, the mysterious figure seemed to know that you were now in the library. Knew exactly where the you were, gradually approaching.
Holding back a sigh, you silently continued working, as if nothing had happened. If there was one thing you figured out this year, it was not to show your own emotions. After all, who needs a teacher who was unable to control himself.
Finally, you know that the figure came very close, stopping right in front of the shelf on the other side of which you were standing.
“What a cruel woman you are,” the familiar velvet voice increased the alarm as you tried to keep hands busy by dusting the spines of books. "However, they always said that all human is like that. Selfish, ready to lay down their life for desires." You did not like what young man was hitting, whom you had not seen for a long time. "And at the same time beautiful as far as their existence is fleeting."
Feeling the breath very close, you turns sharply, pressing your back against the shelves, as if they could protect you. You had already forgotten those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. Although something suggested that he, unlike you, did not even consider to forget.
There was nowhere to run, as well as to call for help. The defensive tactic you used so skillfully played against you. Eyes magically began to close, sudden drowsiness rolled over. Only two thoughts flashed through the your's head: how stupid you were, getting a job at a magic college without wielding it; and that it would be better if you became a librarian in a small shop at home. Before everything was clouded with darkness.
By the time the bell rang and the library was flooded with students again, there was no one in the room. Only cold coffee and an overturned inkwell hinted that you were here.
