I'VE BECOME THE FIANCÉ OF THE VILLAIN?!
leona x gn reader
synopsis: going to bed after reading a horribly self indulgent romance novel, you seemed to wake up as an extra of the series. what stories will unfold while on a mission to find a way out?
author’s note: this is a mini series. no idea if i'll finish it tho.
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the whirring of the fan was the only other sound that you could other than your nail tapping on your phone.
it’s been a full day now and you’ve done nothing except lie on your couch and read a horribly self indulgent novel. the weather was too hot and the chewed up popsicle stick flung around in your mouth.
I’ve become the fiancé of a villain?! was an all-time hit novel, written by an anonymous writer. you’ve heard about it and the plot clearly interested you, but there were only 5 chapters when you discovered it so you let it marinate for a while. today you found out it was completed, so you sat down and spent your entire day reading.
much to your disappointment, the story sucked.
it was about the main character, roselia, who fell asleep in the middle of class and woke up in the middle of a fantasy world that she wrote when she was bored!
leona kingscholar, a jealous second-born son who wanted to be king more than anything, devises a plan to kill his older brother. fortunately, roselia wrote the story so she knew leona like the back of her hand. unfortunately, she was the betrothed fiancé of leona, someone he took advantage of to execute his plan. when she found out about his goal of murdering the king, the fiance tried to warn everyone and leona finds out, killing her. the novel focused on roselia trying her best to not get murdered and falling in love with leona in the process.
it wasn’t like the idea was bad, you’ve read thousands of stories like that before and enjoyed them all. it’s just that this one was incredibly self-indulgent, with leona’s cold, merciless eyes that turn into metaphorical hues of warmth when he sees the girl he used to hate, the girl he was reluctantly betrothed to, the girl who is now the woman of his dreams. (you almost threw up reading that)
how was this novel even popular? with plans to complain about it tomorrow, you passed out on your bed.
birds chirped and you soaked in the warmth of the sun. you felt incredibly gross and dirty that morning, and wanted to freshen up. heading to the bathroom, you tumbled your way to the door (was the floor always this slippery?) as you groggily looked into the mirror, you saw yourself………..? huh? is that you? wait no, you don’t look like that…. what?!
after much looking around, you figured that this wasn’t your body (obviously) but you were you, and the body you were in definitely wasn’t what you remembered looking like the other night. you examined your face carefully, you frowned. what is this? some sort of isekai? it has to be. but that sounds completely unreal! aren’t isekai’s…fake? you felt way too overpowered knowing what an isekai even is in the first place. most leads in these novels don’t know what the word means at all. you felt too advantaged.
what crazy novel were you reading…?
you frowned until an imaginary light bulb popped up.
i’ve become the fiancé of the villain!
does that mean you’re roselia…?
no, that couldn’t be right. roselia woke up in a grand but empty bedroom that she shared with leona. you… woke up in a boring commoner’s room.
you looked around your messy bedroom, trying to gather any hints of who you are and what you do.
after rummaging through the entire house, you concluded three things.
1. you ran a small bookstore. which is honestly a win because you’ve always wanted to run one without financially skinning you alive. you seem to be stable so that’s a pro in your head.
2. you were just some character extra that didn’t matter to the plot.
3. you were assigned to stock up some books for the royal library. the kingscholar royal library.
from reading the novel, you knew leona did nothing but stay in the castle all day. that gives you a glimmer of hope that you’d see roselia.
the things, there are two possibilities as to where the story is going.
the first possibility is that the roselia in this universe is the roselia that you read in the novel. which is more likely, because it is the story that you read.
the second possibility is that this may be the original story and you might be the only person in this whole story that has been isekai’d. which means leona would kill her eventually.
either way, you had a strong feeling that roselia was the key for you to get back home. and that was the only thing that was on your mind right now. and no, you are not going to be like those other leads that just settle for a life in another universe that does not belong to them. you are determined to go back.
on that fateful morning you luckily packed the boxes of books the day before, or any other day, you can’t recall anything in your current self. but the person who held consciousness of this body already packed the books, which means you should be able to just drive your cart to the castle. the castle is huge and you can see from your window. there should be no problem getting the, right?
-
“…you’re late.”
you huff and puff as you bend your knees. you got lost as to where to go and ended up carrying the boxes of books yourself around the place before finding the area.
“i’m sorry. i got lost.”
“lost? you’re never lost. you’ve been here plenty of times.”
you had no excuse for that. but whatever, you got the job done, right?
the man with neat blue hair clicked his tongue and scratched something off of his paper.
“well?” he said, staring you down.
“well what?”
“aren’t you gonna go bring the books inside?”
oh, right.
-
you weren’t a huge bookworm, unless you count the copious amounts of isekai novels you’ve read. but looking at the glamorous library, it suddenly made you thirst for all books that exists, even the classics, something you’ve tried to enjoy but struggled to fully digest. hey, don’t blame anyone! thou shall not lie, thou shall not cheat aren’t the best ways to use english in the modern world.
as you stack the books into the shelves, you find yourself browsing through the already existing books, browsing your fingers across the spines, feeling each and every gold brim.
maybe this world isn’t as bad.
you were originally under the assumption that you had to just drop off the books and go, but you soon found out that you’re also responsible for the library archive, not like you needed to keep track anyway.
you sighed and smiled. so a small bookstore wasn’t enough to hold you up financially after all. you ended up getting a side in the royal palace of all places! the pay must be pretty good.
you know… as you think back, you remember roselia coming into the library, attempting to find any other information of escape and accidentally bumping into the book stocker… could that possibly be you?
then that means roselia is bound to bump into you any moment!
as you eagerly keep your eye out for the pretty princess, you take your time putting the books away. there should be no problem how long you take, right?
“hey.”
roselia? no. the voice is gruff, and deep. that… no. roselia is definitely a girl… so that is not the lady you are waiting for.
you turn around.
leona kingscholar.
he’s exactly as he’s described. the novel mentions leona’s good looks so much it was practically shoved in your face. but you felt like the words itself couldn’t properly describe his beauty.
he had the kind of hair that gently parts around his shoulders, comfortably setting itself down on top, a sleek, shiny glow to it that is only prominent and glittery at certain angles of the sun, making you want to stare at his hair alone even more.
his skin was smooth, almost doll-like with little to absolutely no imperfections. it scrunched up perfectly, creating deliberate folds across his face as his eyebrows pursed together, frowning. his emerald-esque eyes staring directly at you. he looked like the kind of guy you’d want to make a good impression to.
unfortunately, you don’t look like you’re doing your job, with a book open and a box full of them that haven’t been organized yet, and your mouth… was agape. it seems like you forgot that you are actually in the universe, looking directly at what you deemed to be the handsomest man you have ever met.
you seemed to thank the skies and above for gracing you with an opportunity to be able to place your eyes on someone so perfect that your brain completely lagged.
you had to remind yourself, leona is not real! and you won’t ever see his kind of beauty anywhere in the real world. he’s a fictional character!
suddenly, you felt like you were pulled back into reality.
oh right, in the novel, leona is actually a huge dick in the novel!
before leona fell in love with roselia, he was demanding, lazy and scheming. he was smart, and used his wits for his own gain (ultimately leading to roselia and his brother’s demise in the original story.)
speaking of, where is roselia?
you distinctly remember that roselia was supposed to bump into you and then afterwards leona walks in on her.
it seemed as if the story was going as planned, but without roselia.
“well?” the same voice caught you alert again, and you remembered that you had to act like a normal person.
“oh. uh. hello…?”
you didn’t know what to say. you spent the entirety of the day before in your world reading about him, his backstory and everything else that talking to him as if he’s a treasure box to be unlocked was surreal.
“hello? hello??” leona scoffed. “first, you’re not doing your job properly, snooping around the royal collection and no etiquette remaining at all.”
you bowed down, trying to look as shameful as possible. there was no hierarchical respect for him lingering at all. you assume this is because you saw him as a fictional character first and foremost.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
“psh.” he replied, waving his hand back. “hurry up. I’ll come back later.”
you snickered to yourself as leona walked away. the clacking of his fancy shoes on the glass floors echoing throughout the library. when you snorted, you heard the walking pause then continue again, as if leona heard the laugh but wasn’t bothered enough to say anything.
-
you sat in your chair, frowning, your elbow propped up against the table under your chin.
it has been nearly a week since you woke up in this world so far, and you haven’t seen roselia anywhere.
of course, roselia being a princess after all, rarely ever left the palace, but in the novel, the new roselia went out and about in many places.
after you were able to catch up to the timeline when leona walked into the library, you tried to follow your memory as much as possible and wasted your time lurking in places roselia should’ve been at.
could this possibly not be the novel you read after all? maybe… this roselia isn’t the roselia you know.
you shake your head. your hopes were diminishing, but it wasn’t like there was no hope at all!
plus, the bookstore you ran had minimal conversations, people would browse through and purchase. this meant you had all the time in the world to try and figure out other alternatives.
cling
the bell of the door clang a few times before quieting down. the array of bookshelves blocked your few from seeing whoever entered, but you could hear the pitter patter of rain hitting the ground outside when the door opened. you hoped they didn’t get anything wet.
“welcome!”
no reply.
you shrugged and went back to scribbling down on your paper.
stomp, stomp, stomp
you looked up. something was oddly out of place.
holding the nearest weapon you had (a paper cutter, ridiculous.) you slowly got out of your seat in between the many shelves of your bookstore.
the paper cutter firmly between your hands, you pointed it out just in case.
“who’s… who’s in here?”
no reply.
stomp, stomp, stomp
“I said… who’s in here?”
no reply, but you heard an annoyed grunt.
BOOM!
just as the thunders outside clashed, you finally reached the last shelf to see a figure entirely hidden by the lightning.
as it died down, you saw the trail of blood on the floor under your soft yellow lights and an injured man who stood right in front of you.
before you could react, the man completely slumped to the ground, giving you an opportunity to safely approach him.
you lifted the familiar locks of chocolatey brown hair to see… leona kingscholar. bloodied, injured and unconscious.
TO BE CONTINUED...
an: lowkey really got into the story rather than the romance... oops. if this fic receives well i'll focus on romance on the next part :)
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