━━━━━ yandere!crown prince x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!transmigrated!reader
↳ A coma sends Y/n to another world; and to his terror, it's none other than an otome game! Luckily, he's a mere side character-the supportive, gentle brother of the female lead. Y/n's only...
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Thankfully, things remain peaceful for a few weeks. Angelina must have told Elliot to avoid Y/n—for during those three weeks, Y/n doesn't see the knight even once. All is well. Angelina and Arion are, at the very least, making a visible effort to coexist. Y/n finds himself quietly grateful for that.
...Hm.
Come to think of it, isn't the next event approaching? The carnival.
[Blinding Lights] takes place there.
Y/n has entirely ignored the system notification that pops up in his mind. A bad ending as a penalty, it says. He couldn't care less. Whatever it means, it hasn't happened yet—and what could a bad ending even entail, really? Truthfully, Y/n is exhausted from dancing to Iris's petty little games.
Whatever it is, he thinks, popping a chocolate into his mouth, I won't let it ruin my peace.
After everything that's happened, Y/n is excused from attending school for a month. It feels excessive, but his father sends a four-page letter detailing Y/n's "harrowing and traumatic experiences," which—when written out—does sound morbid and horrifying. And so the past few weeks are spent lazing about in the Aragon manor, half-expecting his father to visit at any moment.
There's a knock on the door.
Y/n glances up from the trashy novel in his hands: I Escaped the Emperor's Advances, and Now He's After Me!
...Strangely fitting, he reflects.
He's reading a particularly ridiculous scene—right in front of a crowd, the Emperor asks the protagonist out on a date while servants squeal behind them and the father stands frozen in shock.
(This doesn't even happen in real life.)
"Young Master..." a shaky voice calls. "Lord Aragon has summoned you to his office."
Y/n blinks at the trembling maid. Why does she look like he's about to execute her?
"All right," he says gently. "Thank you." He smiles lightly. "There's no need to be nervous. I won't bite." She's new. The previous maid was dismissed after insulting Angelina.
"Oh—thank you!" she gushes, far too dramatically. "You're truly not like the rumors at all! I knew they were exaggerations—"
Y/n lifts a hand. "...Sorry?"
She beams. "The rumors!"
"What rumors," Y/n says with no enthusiasm, mild mortification seeping in his tone.
"Oh! You know! The one who captured the heart of the cruel Crown Prince! The aloof noble who melted the frozen wall around His Highness—" And — and the girl keeps going, chattering on.
Y/n slowly glances at the novels half-hidden under his blanket.
The One Who Broke the Frozen Prince's Heart.
...Oh no.
"There's even a publisher printing stories about you and the prince now!" she exclaims. "They disappeared mysteriously, but one of the titles is: I Escaped the Emperor's Advances, and Now He's After Me!"
"...What the fuck." So this is where the imagination is coming from.
He slips out of the room before she can say anything else. Well—better than malicious rumors, at least. Y/n makes his way to Lord Aragon's office and knocks.
"Father?"
"Come in."
The study looks exactly as he remembers it—grand, orderly, intimidating. His father looks the same, too... though more tired. More worn. Y/n wonders if that's his fault.
His father exhales in relief the moment he sees him. "At least you seem well."
Y/n blinks. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well..." his father hesitates. "There are... rumors. About you and the Prince—" His gaze flickers, carefully avoiding the royal mark on Y/n's neck. "Does he...?"
Y/n sighs. "Say it."
"...Does His Highness treat you well?"
Y/n laughs softly. "Is that what you're worried about?"
His father nods awkwardly.
"You can rest assured," Y/n says. "He's respectful. Considerate. We've grown close—intimate, obviously—and he genuinely cares for me."
The tension leaves his father's shoulders. "That's good. Just... take things slowly."
"Take things slowly?" Y/n echoes. "You don't mean—"
"I was your age once," Lord Aragon coughs. "I understand young passion. Your mother and I—"
"I don't need to hear that."
There's a beat.
"...You didn't summon me just for this."
"No," his father says seriously. "The carnival."
Y/n straightens.
"There are rumors of unrest," he studies Y/n, "Possible rebellion; the carnival could become a focal point." A pause. "Do you plan to attend?"
"Possibly. Angelina would want to go."
Hopefully not with Elliot.
"I'm concerned for your safety," his father continues. "You—and Angelina. You both have a... talent for getting hurt."
"We'll be careful," Y/n says. "I'll look after her."
His father sighs, but nods. "Good. And Livio—be cautious. Even with the Prince. Matters of the heart can be treacherous." He coughs again, blush painting his cheeks. Y/n rolls his eyes.
"I'll keep that in mind."
**
Dinner arrives with an unexpected guest; one Y/n is delighted to see — others not as much. The servants panic in the background at this esteemed guest, but mostly, they giggle and stare at the two of them.
"Ari!" Y/n throws his arms around Arion. "I didn't know you were coming!"
"I missed you," Arion says fondly, pinching his cheeks.
"Classes were unbearably dull."
"You? Falling asleep?" Y/n gasps.
"Only without you."
They sit, and Arion greets Count Aragon politely. Surprisingly, they... get along; which is ideal. They do discuss a myriad of things, relating to the unrest, the rebellion, the carnival —
Then Arion leans in; his whisper is soft and intimate and he says: "Would you care to accompany me to the carnival, my dear?"
Y/n freezes; from the outside, it looks wildly inappropriate. And he knows that Arion knows that.
