━━━━━ 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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Y/n isn't sure what the voice in his head is. Who the voice in his head is. All he knows is that—one moment she is hostile, the following moment she is kind. Y/n doesn't know what she is trying to achieve with that two faced personality of hers, and most importantly, he doesn't know how he has gotten some otherworldly entity (or so Iris claims) in his head.
It is all puzzling. The only thing that feels the slightest bit reassuring is the presence of the prince, along with his sister, by his side. And as Y/n leans back on the pillows, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, he accepts the fact that this is some other world he has somehow gotten transported into.
It's funny how the contents of it seem so familiar, he frowns.
I feel I've definitely seen it... somewhere.
If this is some alternate universe, then things make sense. Angelina had stated—and he quotes in his head—our mother is dead, Livio!—which really makes things more... confusing. More jumbled up.
And now, though he remembers his father leaving, there is someone who claims to be him, standing right in front of him.
Y/n wrinkles his nose. For starters, his father definitely doesn't look that handsome. And second of all, he can't remember his father ever gazing at him with such a... heartbroken expression. An expression that is actually concerned about him, and not the fact that with each day Y/n stays at the hospital, the money in his wallet slowly grows lesser and lesser.
And that is the straw that breaks the camel's back.
Y/n's father—while he doesn't divorce his wife—stops visiting his son altogether. A few days later, Y/n is informed he has been put on some financial scheme to help pay for his hospital bills. It is a very shady deal—to begin with, the hospital Y/n is in isn't even legal practice. The family had found the cheapest one and rolls with it.
"Oh," Y/n smiles awkwardly, "hello... Count Aragon." He knows he is supposed to say Dad, or Father, or whatever. But the word has become so foreign to him he realizes the sound of it—on his tongue—is weird.
"Livio," he frowns, "oh, you don't have to call me by that title. You can call me what you always used to call me."
"...Father," he tries. "Is that better?"
"Much better," the male in front of him breathes a sigh of relief. "How are you feeling now? I rushed here. I thought Angelina was playing some sort of trick on me, truth be told. I never imagined my precious, first born would be—" His voice cracks.
Now this is awkward.
"Apparently I lost my memories," Y/n fidgets with the blanket draped over him. "I don't remember losing my memories though. I don't remember the process."
"Not even what caused it?" Count Aragon says hopefully.
"Unfortunately not," Y/n says regretfully. "Nothing at all."
