𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓

SIDE STORY ONE

Note: all of this stories are technically canon in a sense that they all happen in a timeline where both MC and Aristidis do not have to return back to the normal world, but stay on within the game without Iris. Takes place after they get married.

The NSFW honeymoon oneshot can be found in Devotion.

This was a highly requested thing all the way back from Quotev—a crossover for Trapped and Avert. Take note that to avoid confusion, the Y/n here will be called Livio while the Y/n from Trapped will be called Soleil.

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One

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"Seriously," Angelina grumbled under her breath, tossing the prince—the Emperor—a nasty glance, "let me know if His Majesty is holding you at gunpoint."

"It's been three years," Y/n said, amused, "you still dislike him?"

"But Brotherrrr!" Angelina frowned, her voice high pitched with protest, "you don't have to go, do you? The last time His Majesty took you away for a month. Father and I nearly went mad." She fidgeted with her dress, sighing. "Must you really go?"

Y/n smiled, ruffling her hair. Angelina was referring to the time Aristidis and him got married (really, the officials at the palace seemed more happy than anything that the prince had managed to marry someone—though, arguably, his obsession could be dangerous at times) and Aristidis has brought him away to visit some foreign country for a month. Y/n didn't complain—the food was delicious, and the rest was much needed. And to begin with, Y/n couldn't even believe his current position—couldn't even believe that somehow things had worked out and Iris had...

...Died.

Yay! Y/n thought to himself with triumph, rot in hell, bitch!

And the second thing he couldn't quite comprehend was that Aristidis was Emperor. That they had gotten married. Crown Princes did not usually get crowned as Emperor so quick, but this time was different. Aristidis had taken the...well, unorthodox route.

("You what?" Y/n said in disbelief.

"They died in their sleep," Aristidis said, suspiciously magnanimous. "Must be some accident."

"Accident...? To the Emperor and Empress?"

"I suppose so," Aristidis murmured, "I don't know, actually.")

Well, that was how it went. But as it turned out, much to Y/n's relief, Aristidis's parents had somehow been assassinated in their sleep, by some mad official who had enough of them overworking him—it was a freak murder-accident that was plastered on the headlines. And Y/n kept watching to see if Aristidis was heavily affected by it, but he didn't seem to be. But it was expected, for Aristidis was a stranger to his parents, and likewise.

So somehow Aristidis had become the Empire's youngest Emperor—but certainly not the least exceptional. If anything, he seemed to be adored by the public.

("Um, yes, he's good," Angelina sniffed, "but I think it's because of those novels that are circulating around that really makes him famous among the commoners."

"...Novels?"

"Of you and the prince. There's one called Avert, and it—"

I feel like the fourth wall just got broken...?

"No," Y/n deadpanned. "Please don't tell me about it.")

And now all of this led to the current situation, where Y/n was about to attend some diplomatic relations trip to another Empire. The rumours about the said Empire was terrifying, too: a tyrant for the Emperor, and a cold-hearted ruthless advisor.