━━━━━ 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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warning: suicide mentions, panic attack, PTSD
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The [Rose Gown] event is one of the most famous ones in the game. Elliot goes to the academy with Angelina, but she is later harassed by the nobles. The game sees an increase in sales of Elliot after he valiantly protects her from the viciousness of high society. Valiantly, my ass. And this time, Y/n is going with Arion. It is inevitable that his partner is the prince, after all: it isn't like anyone dares to ask him now that he has made his mark.
The carriage ride rocks to and fro. Perhaps that is the first sign of omen—is that even a form of superstition in this world? The system has been quiet. Oddly quiet. Iris has not said a single word; but Y/n is starting to notice a pattern. Whenever he doesn't stop the events, nothing happens. But when he does, hidden events pop up. Iris claims it is merely because he has neglected his role or whatsoever, but Y/n knows she is a habitual liar.
What was the last thing Iris has said to him? You failed again. To free the characters. Her voice had been desperate. Why would she even care? Unless the release of the otome love interests involved her own happy ending. Iris is a narcissist. Iris is selfish. Iris will only do things if it involves some sort of attractive ending for her. There's something wrong here.
"We are here!" Angelina bubbles with excitement. "Oh, Brother, this is my first ball since my debutante! Do you think Elliot will like me in this dress?" She whispers shyly, and Y/n glances at her dress; a well-fitted gown that hugs her body well, color an emerald green—dazzling, but not too dazzling. It goes well with her own stunning eyes. Her earrings are simple studs, glimmering softly when the light hits it. Overall, she simply looks stunning.
"Of course," Y/n says loyally, "but why Elliot? I thought things with Claude were going pretty well.."
"Oh, Elliot and I are just friends," Angelina brushes it off with a shrug. "It's nothing special. It's purely platonic. I couldn't bear to reject him; he looks so miserable alone, and.."
Grow some eyes, Y/n internally thinks, that guy is definitely into you! If it is Claude, the event might be avoided. At one point after he gets injured so many times, Y/n has kind of....procrastinated on stopping the events for a little while. But when he does stop the events...hm. He is almost thrown to death. A coincidence? That is a possible explanation but is highly unlikely.
"You look wonderful yourself," Angelina grins. "I must say, at least His Highness can choose outfits well. It'll make the fact you two are matching tolerant."
Y/n adjusts his collar self-consciously. This is the first ball he has since..his whole life, actually. Both current and past. His past self would roar with laughter; the pathetic kind, Y/n is sure—and would continue to wallow in depression. After all, he is so sick even having a normal life is out of the question. Though this life can't be called normal too..
