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

36. "good morning!"

i think i'm going to end the book in the next 15 chaps?? to make it 50 (not counting the bonus ones) to match the title... maybe add alternate endings depending on route? eh a problem for future me

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eyes burning, you finally finished reading all of auric's notes, and for your reward, you're going to sleep in an actual bed prepared for you.

but curses, you cannot sleep! what tragedy, what comedic irony! the thing you longed to meet again did not bring you sleep,  the wooden grain of your study left scars on what you considered comfort. a monkey's paw and a ptsd allegory in one! your sleep deprived brain rattled.

but...

you thought back on the letter odius sent (the beautiful seal broken despite your best efforts, you wanted to keep it, but oh well). the changed sigil on his tongue and his comment about your powers and it's similarity to the crown's; auric's comment about The Mother's habilities. 

you have no doubts that you are 'the champion' auric joked about. or at least, have no way to dispute it. and... it seems the 'Héliodouro' god is aware of it and has... cursed your mom on his first turn, as a lure.

you shivered, instintively snuggling further against your covers, though you werent cold.

you... have to cure her, but nick... bleeding heart, loyal-to-a-fault (to the church) nick is going to--- he is probably going to spread the word or something! he didn't do it when he talked to you privately, and he stood back when you told him to.

but he had questions as to why it was your mom, he trusted you enough to tell you, to let you go. nick is going to bring her to the church directly.

the power of contracts of the church, his job pledge to the crown, his behavior.

the golden foil in his eyes;

he has been scored;

nicholas has a rune;

you can corrupt runes;

you can use it's purpose to your advantage;

relief sunk into your marrow and took with it all the weight on your being. your mouth moved into a (manic) giddy, relieved smile.

it's fine. your mom is going to be fine. it's all going to be fine, you can make a cure and there is going to be no need to get the church involved.

nick is going to convince mr. boris and ms. euthalia of the truth--- that there is nothing to worry about, you got it covered. not to be too hasty, he just panicked and didn't think that you had a solution.

'of course he'd agree! buddies helping each other, that's what friends are for.'

your body sunk into the matress. the wood creaking slightly as you made yourself comfortable in your bed. you buried yourself under layers of warm blankets and circled yourself with pillows.

hugging a stuffed animal close to your heart, your eyelids felt heavy. you closed your eyes with a sigh and let the comforting lullaby of dreams take you.

a slight deformed slit across the pad of thumb seemed to make swirl of your finger-print more... visible. 

a woman(?) laughed.

your eyelids closed shut, final in a way that resembled a tomb closing.

wooden furnishing loomed, warm candle glow dancing across the room like a campfire in a forest. projecting comfort and hiding how it was so easy to burn.

he was curled in his chair, his elbows digging on the desk that supported him while his face hid in the palm of his hands.

what is he going to do with himself? he shouldn't think about this kind of stuff--- he was supposed to fake putting up a fight, but he just couldn't bear fhe thought of another--- he grit his teeth in disgust.

he overstepped on the fucking contract, he knew he had to be more careful but---

he massaged the bridge of his nose. he can't think--he can't even form complete train of thoughts without feeling that damn impulsive urge. it rendered him thoughtless like a beast.

he inhaled, his hands pushing hair away from his face, how can he make it stop?

he grinned. it can stop if he finally has you.

... you mentioned interest on the first ever potion that existed, right? thanks to his connections, maybe he can... exhibit a sample to you for academic purposes? you're... a charity case... and he was the one to accept you into the school. so it's not that suspicious, right?

maybe you could do well with a reminder of nobility's advancement on alchemic grandeur upon the common men. maybe inspire you into a better student.

one to one. having a nice cup of tea as always, like the good (to him) times. he'll even make it your favorite.

the candlelight made his eyes look even more crazed, green, scale-like irises and fire lighting up his pupils making him almost draconic.

he wheezed a breathing laugh, and the room went almost pitch black, candles snuffed out with tiny wisps of smoke emanating from the wicks.

he knows how to get your attention and knows how to make you agreeable (coerced) enough to proceed with the meeting. it's a bad and rushed idea but can't you see that's he's a desperate man?

but not too soon, he needs time, he may be desperate, but he is a man of his word, it's not like he's putting you in any danger. it's just going to be... an inconvenience.

soon, but not too soon. he can be a gentleman when he wants to.

you woke, refreshed and with a conviction uncommon of your normal level. you have a plan in mind, all you need is patience, and all the pieces will fall into place.

for the fist time in a while, you greet nick with a "good morning!" and a smile when you saw him during his rounds around the school.

he nervously returned it. unnerved by your sudden good mood but hopeful at the sign. you already know how to fit him into your schedule.

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[you're more alike than you think.]

idk why this took so long for me to write since i already had bits planned for so long, augh.

it's going to get rlly bad (morally), but mc is going to end up on top (ha). but it will start rlly bad i stj (i swear to jod) i'm warning y'all.