𝟓𝟎% 𝐎𝐅𝐅!【✘MALE! YANDERE VARIOUS】(dom! reader)

26. "talk about fucking crazy"

"... what do you mean by their bane?"

odius stucks his tongue out, the symbol on his tongue now the same as the one on his ches, pointing at it before pulling it back inside.

"you see, you know how i said the crown gave me the gift to taste intent, right? it was a 'gift' however, after i moved up the ladder they decided it was time for me to pay back on their generosity: they now pull the strings at the school, i did say i was almost headmaster didn't it?"

you nodded, your tongue feels too heavy to speak as the words flowed out of his mouth and began to sink into your brain.

"well, they still do... as long as they exist they will. they're the higher-ups i was talking about, but i was unable due to the contract, i managed to surpass it by making it seem i was talking about someone else. i technically was, the other professors that make the council are in my list."

"so you're going to use my ability to do that."

odius chuckles, but didn't try to disagree, "if you don't want to... i could just, tell what happened, and get some of my power back as a reward."

"either way you win." you say, your tone coming out as tired.

"yes, but one allows you to ask for all the compensation you want for the trouble."

then, he tilted his head, his face deceptively innocent, as he spokr with a confused "do you not like dawn-flower? it helps with anxiety and blood pressure."

you look back to your teacup. it was a dark gold tea, almost a polished-wood color with swirls of a warm caramel.

"it looks expensive, overtly."

"you're more worried about the idea that i'm going to financially blackmail you with... tea? than treason?"

"seems like something you'd do." he makes a fake hurt expression at that.

"well, what's your favorite flavor of tea, then?"

you hesitate, does it even exist here? but despite your hesitance, you say it.

"oh! haven't had that one in a while... maybe we'll have it next time."

"next time." you repeated.

"of course! it is no team effort if only one does all the work."

"i can't have you suddenly getting me out of class in the middle of an important lecture."

"it's a good thing i have enough authority to keep them from making a stain in your record." he poured more tea into his cup.

"it's not the record i'm particularly worried about, you already know that." you smiled sweetly, tapping your nail against the teacup with little 'ding's.

"what is it then?" he asked.

"i can't really sell potions if i don't have any products you know? i need to know how to make 'em, otherwise my degree is just going to be just decorative."

"... i could mentor you."

"why should it be you?"

"am i really that bad of a teacher?"

"it's just that the seats taken." shit, you said too much.

he smiled, "by whom?"

"why do you care?"

"because one needs authorization from a teacher to stay after-school for... tutoring."

"so? are you not going to let me have a tutor? you're already 'mentoring' me, people will get suspicious if me 'a delinquent' spends too much time with... what? the least wrinkled teacher in this school? what if they put our 'meetings' to a stop? then what?"

he stared at you, "if i sign it too readily, it'll also be suspicious. bring your tutor along, i want you to convince me and be subtle about it the same time."

"and if i use the pact?"

"it only works if both parties agrees-- or come to a compromise."

you sighed, "have it your way." how do you manage to convince him...?

he moves his eyes across your increasingly more angry face, he smiles, "considering your stunts, i've been really good to you, haven't i?" he taunts

you stand up, his grin falters when you make a turn to leave, "well see about that, see you then, professor."

before you went through the door, you looked back at him, "though, i can admit, that color looks really good on you, too bad you're wearing a coat."

he just stares at you, expressionless before speaking a simple, "depending on how well you do, i might not return the favour."

you slammed the door close. talk about fucking crazy.

you sigh, pulling out auric's borrowed book from your bag, flicking through the pages. god it's all blocks of text.

you sigh, you better make yourself comfortable when you get to your desk-room, because you're going to spend all nighters on this.

welp, it's not like it will end up badly for you, not the first time you've done something like this, how bad can it possibly be?

the words are becoming scrambled, and every time you blink you can feel your eyelids struggle to open again.

it is currently you-have-no-idea AM, and you're still reading auric's notes, you're not even a third finished and you're still studying, a dictionary handy to consult whatever the fuck flowery words nobles are using nowadays.

you have way too many books on your desk, it looks more like a disaster instead of dark academia.

your pinky cramps and stings from friction due to all the writing you had to do, some parts of your nails have ink under them and you silently curse at the fact that you decided go be aesthetic and bought yourself a quill instead of a fountain pen like nicholas' father advised.

you blinked again, your face feels heavy and gravity becons you with the promise of sleep.

you end up headbutting your journal in exhaustion, what was it about concussions and sleeping?

whatever, at least your eyes aren't burning anymore.

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[odius hopes you fail.]

 more bastard-man time, he's fun to write and fun to hate. let me know what you think of him, i have no idea how to make him more generally appealing without making him OOC.