This was inspired by a librarian AU mentioned in "Head Over Converse" by GrimsleyGames. Check it out, brilliant fic.
This might be multi chaptered, I haven't decided yet. Tell me if you'd like another chapter.
Also the book series mentioned are my current favourites. The Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas and the Shadowdance series by David Dalglish. Great books, check them out.
"I'm sorry Mikasa, but I'm in love with someone else."
That had been the sentence that sent Mikasa's life to hell. It had been two weeks ago that her girlfriend Sasha, ex-girlfriend now, had admitted that she was seeing someone else. Someone that wasn't her.
Mikasa had been heartbroken. Sasha, that beautiful food loving girl, had been the centre of her world. But Mikasa had never been the centre of hers.
A man named Connie was what Sasha had said. And from the way she talked about him, the longing look in her eyes, the smile that always was brought to her face, Mikasa knew she loved him.
And she let her go because who was she to forbid her from being with the one she loved?
Mikasa hadn't known what the feel in the beginning. She'd never been dumped for another person before. Her relationships usually just didn't work out. And so her sadness gave way to a deeper, more settled emotion. Loneliness.
For when Sasha had broken up with her, she'd also moved out to go live with Connie in his place. Mikasa was left alone in her apartment. Without anyone else to fill the empty space.
Mikasa had lain back in her bed, eyes wide as she stared at the ceiling. She didn't feel sad or upset really. Sasha had never really been hers to begin with, her heat captured by another. But the loneliness started to set it.
If this was movie, she'd thought, this would be the time where a new girl comes into my life. And brightens the whole world up. She'd be beautiful and sweet and she'd be the nicest person to ever be.
Yeah, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Mikasa's mind wandered, creating even more and more of her fantasy lover. Walks in the moonlight, a shower of rose petals, candles flickering in the darkness as they ate dinner.
But little did she know, her fantasies were a little different from the truth.
~•~•~•~
Mikasa sat in the library, trying to focus on what she was supposed to be doing. Reading a book. Helping Eren with his studying.
The man in question was seated across from her, his nose crinkled as he stared at the book in front of him. Eren had never been the... Brightest chip off the block. His anger issues and his sharp tongue often lumped him in with the more troublesome of people. And he got into so many fights that he got suspended at least twice a year.
So it had been a surprise to everyone when he'd decided to take a biology course in college. Physiotherapy.
Which she had to admit was fair enough. He was aggressively-into rugby. His favourite team, the Survey Corps, were making their way towards the top. And his fanboy moments over the shortest but arguably the best player, Levi Ackerman, did show that he wasn't taking the lightly.
"Mikasa," he moaned, chewing on the end of his pencil. "What's the scientific definition for a... For a.." He squinted at the page. "Thigh muscle?"
Mikasa flicked past another page, loosening the red scarf around her neck. "Come on Eren. You have to be more specific," she reminded him. "There are a lot of thigh muscles."
Eren let out a groan. "Yeah I know. It's just I don't know which one I'm talking about!"
That was generally how their study sessions went.
As much as she loved her brother, there was only so much she could handle. And so she excused herself to go search for a book to read.
Mikasa liked to consider herself a writer. After all, she had published and sold her own books. She tended to dabble more in the fantasy genre ranging from her man-eating giants called Titans to small nimbler Fae creatures that she'd been planning.
However she currently had a huge writer's block. Which sucked as every writer knows.
Mikasa ran her finger along the spines of books, trying to find one to read. Hopefully they'd give her some inspiration and she could keep writing. She skimmed over blurbs and titles, taking the ones that seemed interesting.
And being a nerd who's interests varied, her pile of books steadily grew. Her arms started to burn. There was no way she'd be able to take all these home but she liked to think of options. Options to choose from.
"Excuse me," a bored voice pushed past her.
Mikasa glanced to the side and froze in her tracks.
Because walking past her was the most stunning woman she'd ever seen.
She was short, like really short with short blond hair tied back in a messy bun. Her crystal-like blue eyes shone in the shadows of bookshelf, framed by her thin reading glasses that were perched upon a hooked nose. Her body was slight but lean and damn her legs were amazing.
She was dressed formally, tight navy pencil skirt clinging to her thighs and highlighting her rear. A navy blazer open over a white shirt, the buttons opened near the top. Giving Mikasa a hint of cleavage.
A name tag called her A. Leonhardt, librarian.
She was like the woman of Mikasa's deepest fantasies. She could imagine it. A librarian and her lover, hidden in the deeper darker sections of the library. Making love to one another while trying to be discreet. Mikasa could only stare. Maybe this was here chance.
And being the naturally smooth person she was, Mikasa tripped over a fallen book.
And the books in her arms went everywhere. Mikasa stumbled backwards, her pile of about twelve books all going up into the air before coming back down with a thud. About four hit Mikasa, the rest splaying all over the aisle.
And if that wasn't bad enough, her stumble dislodged books from the shelves behind her and another cascade fall upon them. Mikasa started apologising profusely.
"Oh shit, sorry-! Oops! Why won't they- ack! Damn! Sorry! I-.. Och!"
Like she said. Mikasa was smooth.
The librarian obviously paused, looking at her with a displeased expression on her face. Mikasa tried to smile back but it was so awkward. Why was she like this?
"Do you need some help?" Ms. Leonhardt's tone was icy cold.
Mikasa was about to apologise again but in that very second, another book fell. It hit Mikasa square on the head and bounced off, straight into the waiting hand of the blonde librarian.
She caught it so casually. A smooth open of her hand and the book just seemed to jump into her waiting grasp. Damn she was fine. The librarian arched an eyebrow at her.
Mikasa offered her an awkward smile. "Uh.. Sorry.. ?"
Ms Leonhardt exhaled in a deep sigh and Mikasa felt incredibly warm. That sigh, panting, warming the back of her neck as a hand stroked lower and lower... How amazing that would feel...
The book was pressed into her chest and Mikasa managed to catch it. For a second, the woman's hand lingered on the cover, indirectly pushing Mikasa's chest flat. But then she withdrew her hand.
"Tidy this up," the librarian said. "And put the books back in alphabetical order."
And then she just strode down the aisle, her hips swaying hypnotically. Mikasa was awestruck. What a woman.
Screw her fantasy of sweet and loving, she wanted a cold and dominant woman. Jjust like her. Mikasa's eyes followed Ms Leonhardt's legs, appreciating the way the pencil skirt clung to her body. Damn yes.
When she vanished around the corner, Mikasa realised she was still standing in the middle of a bunch of books. She quickly tidied them back into place before going back to Eren.
He was still on the same question.
He looked up, beaming when he saw her. "Oh Mikasa! Great! What's the name for the thigh muscle connected to your knee?"
"Eren, you're the one taking this course, not me," she reminded him, but her mind was somewhere else. "Why would I know anything about thighs?"
"Because you're the one getting up and personal with them?"
Mikasa's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"
Eren frowned at her, spinning his pencil in his hand. "What, too soon? Sorry sis, I'd thought you'd gotten over Sasha."
Mikasa shook her head. "No, I'm just.. Surprised that you'd say such a thing. And also the implication that you don't get down and dirty with people. Although I should have expected it really. You never get laid."
"Excuse me, I do get down with others!.. Occasionally..."
Mikasa chuckled, waving him away. "Oh please. When was the last time you saw someone naked?"
"Actually it was last night and-!"
"I mean someone who doesn't feature on a porn site," Mikasa said dryly.
"Mikasa!"
Mikasa started laughing but was immediately cut of a hand on her shoulder. The dark haired woman turned her eyes and stared into clear pools of crystal blue.
Ms. Leonhardt stood behind her, glaring down at her. Mikasa opened and closed her mouth but nothing came out. Eren make a snickering noise which she mentally promised to beat him for later.
"This is a library," Ms Leonhardt said coldly. "Please keep the noise level to a minimum."
Before Mikasa had the chance to answer, the small blonde had already walked away. And Mikasa just closed her mouth again. She probably looked like a fish but that was the last thing on her mind.
Eren made his snickering noise again and Mikasa snapped her gaze into him. He was beaming.
"Someone's crushing!" he teased. "Can't say I know why, she's cute and all but her gaze is so cold!" Eren stroked his imaginary beard. "Maybe that's what you like, 'Kasa. Cold but firm. Rough even."
Mikasa rolled her eyes but she could feel her face flush against her wil.
"Ah ha! There it is!"
Mikasa threw a book at him and groaned. It was going to be a long day.
~•~•~•~
Mikasa paced up and down the aisle, trying to pluck up the courage to walk up to Ms. Leonhardt. She'd come here a couple of times but never actually did it. She was just so nervous.
The short blonde was sitting at her desk, taking down things from a computer. Her hair was still up in a bun but today it had come down slightly, strands of blonde hanging in her eyes.
It had been a few days since she'd dropped all those books right in front of her and Mikasa had only ibserved her from a distance. Though she told herself she was just sizing the small woman you, she knew there was a bit of a coward in there.
Mikasa took a deep breath. Okay. Okay. She could do it. And so she stepped out and started to walk up.
Step after step she walked up to the librarian. Without giving her time to regret it, Mikasa slammed a hand down on the desk. "Hi. I need help."
Ms. Leonhardt looked up and ran her eyes up and down her. Like she was examining her. Mikasa felt hot under her gaze as she waited. The librarian took her time before replying. She placed her pen down and laced her fingers beneath her chin.
"I was wondering how long it would take you," she smirked, tapping her watch.
"What?"
"I wondered how long it would take you to talk to me," Ms. Leonhardt smirked. "Don't think I haven't noticed you... - To use your brother's words - pining after me. It's been what? Four days and al you've done is linger behind that bookshelf?"
Mikasa felt her cheeks bloom red and she pulled her scarf up to cover her mouth. "You... You talked to Eren?" Her voice was muffled.
The librarian laughed. "He is quite the talker," she smiled. "But enough about him. What can I help you with?"
Mikasa blushed even more but stammered out a reply. "I... I.. I want.. I'd like to read a book."
The librarian spread her arms. "This is a library. Walk with me."
Mikasa watched as Ms. Leonhardt slipped out from behind the desk and started to walk. Mikasa caught up with her.
"My name's Mikasa," Mikasa said. "Mikasa Ackerman."
Annie made a noise. "Annie Leonhardt. Pleased to finally meet you."
She finally had a name to the face that she'd been dreaming about. For the last few days she'd been fantasising about a Ms. Leonhardt. As annoying as it had been to not know her name, there was something unbearable sexy about addressing her as Miss.
Annie. Such a gentle name.
"Seeing as seemed to be very interested in the fantasy section when we first met," Annie said, an amused tone to her voice. "I'm assuming that's where your interests lie?"
Mikasa made a noise. Annie obviously remembered all too well their first encounter.
"Well?"
Mikasa nodded. "I'm looking for inspiration. I have a writer's block."
Annie paused at a shelf, looking along the spines. "You write, Mikasa?" There was interest in her voice which Mikasa immediately jumped on.
"Yes," she said somewhat proudly. "Attack on Titan is my proudest work. Basically it goes where humanity is on the brink of extinction, protected only by the three walls; Sina, Rose and Maria. But then-"
"-Wall Maria was attacked by the Colossal Titan," Annie finished, a smile on her lips. "I've read your book, though I never knew the author lived around here. It's one of my favourites actually."
If Mikasa thought her face had been red, it bloomed even more. She'd never heard someone say her books were one of their favourites. It made her heart flutter. Annie just kind of shrugged it off.
"Did you read the Throne of Glass series?" Annie asked, fingering a spine with a delicate finger.
Mikasa nodded. "Oh yes, a while ago. Excellent, I can't wait for the next one. Didn't she write another series?"
"Mmhm," Annie nodded. "Not my favourite unfortunately. Well written but the second book totally villianised the old love interest. The fans are to caught up in their sexy batman to even look at it from his point of view."
"So I'm guessing that's a no?"
Annie shrugged. "You can read what you want, Mikasa."
Annie pulled a book from the shelf, offering Mikasa a glance at the cover. "Try this one, a personal favourite. Fantasy and magic, a whole different world. I really love the characters in this one. It's a series as well."
Mikasa leaned against the bookshelf. "Didn't have you down for a fantasy reader," she commented. "You seem so... Sophisticated..."
Annie chuckled. "Thank you. Readers should dabble in all genres to really understand writing, fantasy just happens to be one I especially like." She started to walk back towards the main desk.
Mikasa hopped up and followed after her.
"Fantasy genre is an art," Annie said, hips still hypnotically swaying. "Writing in general is an art. The art of creating a whole new world through worlds, creating things that don't even exist, it's beautiful the way they blend words."
"Mmhm.." Mikasa said, appreciating the view.
They made it to the desk but Annie paused in front. "Mikasa..."
"Yeah?"
"Eyes on my face please. Flattering as it, I'd appreciate if you'd look at me as we talk."
Mikasa quickly dragged her eyes away from Annie's ass to meet her blue ones. She blushed but Annie had an amused smile.
Annie started the checking out process without breaking eye contact. The corners of her mouth twitched. "So tell me, Mikasa, what's so interesting about me? Besides my fantastic ass of course."
Mikasa tugged her scarf up over her mouth. "I.. Mmfmf.." Her speech was so muffled that it was impossible to understand.
"Doesn't matter, you can tell me some other time," Annie shrugged, finishing scanning the book. "Here you go."
Mikasa took the book from her, fingers skimming Annie's. Heat spread up her arm and the skin tingled. Annie dipped her head.
"Thank you for your time. Come back when you need another," Annie said, a smile on her face.
Mikasa tapped the desk. "Does that mean you want to see me again?"
Annie shrugged, though there was a sly grin on her lips. "Read the book. Come back when you need another."
Mikasa smiled. "Will do. Thanks."
Annie smiled back. "My pleasure, Mikasa."
Mikasa started walking towards the door, looking down at the book. A Dance of Cloaks, interesting. She'd never seen this book before. The blurb read about assassins and death and a fantasy world where magic was real. Very interesting.
She flicked open the cover to read the first page to see that nestled in between the cover and the title page was a piece of paper. Mikasa pulled it free, curiously looking at it.
On it read a phone number along with "What does fantasy and your face have in common? They're both a work of art - Annie".
Mikasa had to smile. It was cheesy, she knew but it amused her to no paused at the door, glancing back at the librarian. Annie was still watching her. The woman winked at her then returned to her work.
Mikasa left the library, the slight hole in her chest vanishing. Maybe she wouldn't be so lonely anymore.
She pulled out her phone and sent a message to the number on the page.
"Are you a library book? Because I just checked you out."
Almost immediately she got a reply back.
"Are you an overdue library book? Because you've got fine written all over you."
Mikasa snorted, leaning against a nearby pole.
"You're a dork."
"And you like it."
"So I'll be seeing you again, huh?"
"Read the book. Come back when you need another."
Mikasa grinned. "Okay, okay. I'll be seeing you tomorrow then."
"I'll be waiting to check you out."
Mikasa slipped her phone back into her pocket, unable to stop herself from smiling. Annie Leonhardt, the librarian. Damn, she was lucky.
She crossed the road, holding the book under her arm. Hmm. Maybe her fantasies had some substance after all.