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Title: Red Grading Pen
Genre: Romance, Humor, Fluffish
Pairings/Characters: JadexNebilim, Peony (BECAUSE HE CAN.)
Rating: G
Summary: Jade, you sneaky punk.
"Professor Nebilim?"
"Your Highness?" The young woman proceeded to wipe the blackboard clean for the next class, not turning around.
"Do you have a crush on Jade?"
A cloud of chalk dust puffed into the air as Professor Gelda Nebilim squeaked and accidently pounded the eraser against the board, halfway in the process of spinning around. She opened her mouth to protest, inhaled some of the cloud, and began coughing, her eyes watering.
Peony watched these proceedings with a moderately intrigued expression, chin in his hand, leaning lazily on his desk. "Don't cry, I won't tell."
"That is not why I am crying, Your Highness, as you are well aware of," she rasped, escaping the suffocating airspace and stumbling over to her desk, brushing off her blouse. "Getting back to your question, that was rather inappropriate of you to ask, if I may be so bold as to reprimand His Highness."
Peony grinned, teeth very white. "That's a yes."
The teacher pinked and avoided his gaze, rifling through papers and folders on her desk in what seemed to be a rather haphazard fashion. "Hardly. A relationship between a student and a teacher would be disgraceful."
"You still haven't said no."
Gelda refused to meet his eyes.
"I knew it! He's gonna be so happy when I tell him." Peony jumped up from his desk and made to grab his coat.
"Ah, wait! Wait!" Nebilim dashed across the room, slapping her hand down on his jacket and pinning it against the wall, frantic. "You cannot say anything to anyone! If-if my employers found out, I would be fired without so much as a pause!"
"I'm just telling Jade," Peony assured her, tugging on his coat.
"J-Mr. Balfour counts as telling someone else! Perhaps even more so, as he is directly involved! You cannot tell him!"
Peony scowled, a hand on his hip, and stuck a finger squarely in her face. "Listen here, Professor Nebilim. If I don't tell Jade, then it won't be fair, and I wouldn't be able to hang around him with a clean conscience."
Gelda blinked, dropping her hand, flabbergasted. "Fair?"
"Of course," Peony breezed, taking the oppertunity to snatch his jacket from the hook and slip it on. "After all, we're in competition for his affections, right? I wouldn't want to gain an unfair upper hand." And with that, His Highness practically flounced right out the door.
Nebilim stared at the spot where the young monarch had stood, thunderstruck. In competition for his affections? Did that mean that-
"Professor Nebilim, as dedicated I'm sure you are to protecting your students and keeping the security of the classroom intact, I assure you I am not here to cause mischief. If you would please refrain from blocking the entrance?"
For the second time in as long as she could remember, Gelda Nebilim squeaked and jumped backwards, a hand over her heart as she favored Jade with a wide-eyed, stupefied look. These children were going to kill her.
The handsome young man arched a delicate eyebrow before slipping past her -already nearly her height, the teenager had reached his growth spurt somewhat earlier than most- and striding over to her desk, where he immediately began to flip through the papers on her desk with far more purpose than she had before.
"M-Mr. Balfour," she began.
"Yes ma'am?" Jade glanced at the grade of another student and chuckled to himself. More than likely, it was Saphir's.
"Do you have romantic interest in me?" she blurted out before she could stop herself, and immediately felt her face heat up as if it had burst into flame. She was sure the room was suddenly warmer as she gave a muted shriek and clapped her hands over her traitorous mouth.
"Oh dear, you've caught me," Jade answered nonchalantly, giving a satisfied little, "ah hah" when he located his paper.
"Y-you didn't even hesitate!" Nebilim's voice was bordering on a pitch heard more acutely by rappigs.
"Why on earth would I?" Jade rummaged within the drawers of her desk before pulling out her red grading pen and drawing a heart next to his name on his paper.
"M-Mr. Balfour!" she yelped, grabbing his hand as he proceeded to imitate her handwriting perfectly -how in the world?!- as he scrawled, 'I love Jade forever,' on the top of his paper, next to his authentic A+ and rather charming smiley-face.
However, when Jade looked up at her with those wine-red eyes with an expression that -if she didn't know any better- she could have called sultry, she felt her resolve to stop him slowly melt away, and became very aware that she was holding his hand.
There was silence, as Jade stared at her and she stared at their hands, until, "This is hardly appropriate behavior for a teacher to engage in."
"This is your fault!" Gelda nearly shrieked, throwing his hand away from her as if he were poisonous and fuming. Her anger only increased when he chuckled, tucking the paper -now endorsed with false declarations of her love for him- into one of his books before making for the door.
"Oh, and Gelda?" he tossed over his shoulder, "I graduate this year." And with that, he was gone.
Professor Gelda Nebilim sank into her chair, looking down at the student essays scattered across her desk. A flash of red caught her eye, and she moved it aside to see her attendance book, her name in the top corner above the list of her classmates.
Next to her name was a tiny red heart, identical to the one Jade had drawn on his own paper.
Genre: Romance, Humor, Fluffish
Pairings/Characters: JadexNebilim, Peony (BECAUSE HE CAN.)
Rating: G
Summary: Jade, you sneaky punk.
"Professor Nebilim?"
"Your Highness?" The young woman proceeded to wipe the blackboard clean for the next class, not turning around.
"Do you have a crush on Jade?"
A cloud of chalk dust puffed into the air as Professor Gelda Nebilim squeaked and accidently pounded the eraser against the board, halfway in the process of spinning around. She opened her mouth to protest, inhaled some of the cloud, and began coughing, her eyes watering.
Peony watched these proceedings with a moderately intrigued expression, chin in his hand, leaning lazily on his desk. "Don't cry, I won't tell."
"That is not why I am crying, Your Highness, as you are well aware of," she rasped, escaping the suffocating airspace and stumbling over to her desk, brushing off her blouse. "Getting back to your question, that was rather inappropriate of you to ask, if I may be so bold as to reprimand His Highness."
Peony grinned, teeth very white. "That's a yes."
The teacher pinked and avoided his gaze, rifling through papers and folders on her desk in what seemed to be a rather haphazard fashion. "Hardly. A relationship between a student and a teacher would be disgraceful."
"You still haven't said no."
Gelda refused to meet his eyes.
"I knew it! He's gonna be so happy when I tell him." Peony jumped up from his desk and made to grab his coat.
"Ah, wait! Wait!" Nebilim dashed across the room, slapping her hand down on his jacket and pinning it against the wall, frantic. "You cannot say anything to anyone! If-if my employers found out, I would be fired without so much as a pause!"
"I'm just telling Jade," Peony assured her, tugging on his coat.
"J-Mr. Balfour counts as telling someone else! Perhaps even more so, as he is directly involved! You cannot tell him!"
Peony scowled, a hand on his hip, and stuck a finger squarely in her face. "Listen here, Professor Nebilim. If I don't tell Jade, then it won't be fair, and I wouldn't be able to hang around him with a clean conscience."
Gelda blinked, dropping her hand, flabbergasted. "Fair?"
"Of course," Peony breezed, taking the oppertunity to snatch his jacket from the hook and slip it on. "After all, we're in competition for his affections, right? I wouldn't want to gain an unfair upper hand." And with that, His Highness practically flounced right out the door.
Nebilim stared at the spot where the young monarch had stood, thunderstruck. In competition for his affections? Did that mean that-
"Professor Nebilim, as dedicated I'm sure you are to protecting your students and keeping the security of the classroom intact, I assure you I am not here to cause mischief. If you would please refrain from blocking the entrance?"
For the second time in as long as she could remember, Gelda Nebilim squeaked and jumped backwards, a hand over her heart as she favored Jade with a wide-eyed, stupefied look. These children were going to kill her.
The handsome young man arched a delicate eyebrow before slipping past her -already nearly her height, the teenager had reached his growth spurt somewhat earlier than most- and striding over to her desk, where he immediately began to flip through the papers on her desk with far more purpose than she had before.
"M-Mr. Balfour," she began.
"Yes ma'am?" Jade glanced at the grade of another student and chuckled to himself. More than likely, it was Saphir's.
"Do you have romantic interest in me?" she blurted out before she could stop herself, and immediately felt her face heat up as if it had burst into flame. She was sure the room was suddenly warmer as she gave a muted shriek and clapped her hands over her traitorous mouth.
"Oh dear, you've caught me," Jade answered nonchalantly, giving a satisfied little, "ah hah" when he located his paper.
"Y-you didn't even hesitate!" Nebilim's voice was bordering on a pitch heard more acutely by rappigs.
"Why on earth would I?" Jade rummaged within the drawers of her desk before pulling out her red grading pen and drawing a heart next to his name on his paper.
"M-Mr. Balfour!" she yelped, grabbing his hand as he proceeded to imitate her handwriting perfectly -how in the world?!- as he scrawled, 'I love Jade forever,' on the top of his paper, next to his authentic A+ and rather charming smiley-face.
However, when Jade looked up at her with those wine-red eyes with an expression that -if she didn't know any better- she could have called sultry, she felt her resolve to stop him slowly melt away, and became very aware that she was holding his hand.
There was silence, as Jade stared at her and she stared at their hands, until, "This is hardly appropriate behavior for a teacher to engage in."
"This is your fault!" Gelda nearly shrieked, throwing his hand away from her as if he were poisonous and fuming. Her anger only increased when he chuckled, tucking the paper -now endorsed with false declarations of her love for him- into one of his books before making for the door.
"Oh, and Gelda?" he tossed over his shoulder, "I graduate this year." And with that, he was gone.
Professor Gelda Nebilim sank into her chair, looking down at the student essays scattered across her desk. A flash of red caught her eye, and she moved it aside to see her attendance book, her name in the top corner above the list of her classmates.
Next to her name was a tiny red heart, identical to the one Jade had drawn on his own paper.