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Trigger warning: Rape/Non-con
Human, School AU, (Basically Gakuen Hetalia but incited of nations they are people. That's why this fanfiction takes place in an unnamed country)
( A\N In this fanfic Y\N is Belladonna Night. An OC of mine that you can read about on my DeviantArt gallery. But of course, you can imagine your OC instead)
Y/N L/N is one of the most popular girls at school. She was known for her captivating appearance and bright mind. That already made her the center of attention; on top of that, she was also the president of the newspaper club. That meant that Y/N knew about every gossip, she wrote about all of them, after all, plus students thought of her as quite trustworthy too. That made her more influential even than the student council. Witch angered the power-hungry precedent of the student consul, Arthur Kirkland, to no end. He, along with the ex-president of the newspaper club Ludwig Beilschmidt and Y/N's ex-boyfriend Feliciano Vargas, both of whom were adored and respected by both the students and the faculty, weren't big fans of her. I won't go into details now, all you need to know is that she did something horrible to Feliciano and that she kicked Ludwig out of the newspaper club and took his place as the president. They were actively trying to expose Y/N's wrongdoings to the whole school. But our sly little Y/N didn't like that, so she quickly crushed their reputation by simply writing up a few articles. Except for Arthur, he didn't directly try to mess with her, so she spared him.
Expose her for what? What did she do to Feliciano? How did she kick Ludwig off the newspaper club? I'll tell you more about that later, don't ye worry.
As you can imagine, dear reader, Y/N was very popular with the boys as well. A lot of them made up rumors about how she… made love with them behind the school or that she was in a secret relationship with them. But of course, those lies were ''proven'' to be false. How? With a dash of good acting, the power of excellent reputation, and the might of #BelieveAllWomen of course. Now I wish I could give you a bit more details, but sadly I can't because there isn't anything more that I can add. When she published the article addressing the rumors, everyone just believed it. The boys who dared to slander Y/N were out-casted and sometimes bullied out of school or simply expelled. Justice has been served, right? Well not exactly.
You see, standing up for herself Y/N inspired other girls to tail their own stories. And just like all good journalists, she wrote article after article, telling the stories of girls who had one. The perpetrators rarely got into serious trouble, but where justice wasn't served, the students took matters into their own hands. And to be honest, that was the worst punishment that one could catch, the accused and/or slandered were bullied and out-casted. And if someone had the guts to stand up for them, especially if it was a guy, they would be judged guilty by association- everyone was getting ''method''. And which stories were true and which ones were not, Y/N couldn't tell you. Because all good journalists care about telling a good story, the most. So there were probably a lot of guys who just got their future crushed.
But back on the topic of Y/N's love life. She was infamously tuff to get. A lot of boys have tried, but even the most dedicated fell flat. People say that you'll have better luck at winning the lottery than at winning her heart. All kinds of boys have tried to win her over. Beautiful, intelligent, rich, talented none of them succeeded. No one knew for sure what Y/N's tip was, when someone asked her about it; she will always answer with ''Someone bright''.
Most people assumed that by ''bright'' she meant happy, because Y/N's privies boyfriend, Feliciano was the cheeriest boy in the school, but he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Y/N's new obsession was Alfred F. Jones, the new boy at school. The moment he stepped into the classroom, she knew… he would be hers.
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Y/N's Part:
I was in my bedroom, lying down on my stomach, swinging my legs in the air, writhing in my diary. Oh, so carelessly.
'' OMG, Dear diary, you won't believe it, an angel joined my class today. I should describe him to you, huh? Well, let's start with looks. He is tall, athletic, slightly tanned, blond hire, and those innocent blue eyes are purer than the crisp December snow, they are perfectly framed by his thin square glasses. AH! He was in the baseball club at his last school, so I guess that's how he got those god-like physics. And he mentioned that he likes video games and movies, specifically those from the horror garner. He also likes heroes, justice, and freedom. He really is the all-American boy, huh. His personality is perfect, very cheerful, very carefree, and most importantly, very foolish. Beyond any shadow of a doubt, he is perfect… I love him. I know that, that statement is a bit of a bold one, but it's true. I love him, and he will be mine very soon. Goodbye, dear diary ''. And with that I closed my diary.
At that moment, my mom walked into the room. I immediately got irritated because I knew she would probably complain about our family situation. What's the family situation? Well, my dad really wanted to move to the capital. He was always infatuated with the glam and glory of the big city. We – me and mom – were both agents, it. The risk of losing his daughter and wife isn't a good enough of a risen for him to stop. The baster even put up the family home for sale, without mom's permission, of cores. His actions really took a toll on my poor mom. She was on anti-depression drugs by this point, I believe. Specifically, GHB, don't google it now. I'll tell you more about it later in this story. Our beloved reader.
Every night she would come into my room and cry about our situation. Despite this, I still can't recall a single sentence; only the general topic. Witch, looking back, was definitely a sign that I didn't give a shit. Dame, I was so aphetic.
Maybe it was because of the environment I grew up in. Both of my parents were very irritable folks. My dad was usually intimidating physically; he didn't ever hit me, but every time I would get out of line he would threaten to beat me. One incident that I remember was when I was looking for some textbooks that my English tutor gave me. I was looking for them with him, and all of a sudden he flew off the handle and started trashing my room. My mom was more emotionally abusive, but I don't think she knew she was abusive. She would usually guilt trip me by playing the victim. For example, she would treat me like a therapist, which wasn't that bad in theory; we were family after all. But every time I complained about something, especially if it was something about her, she would always make it about her.
So I probably numbed myself emotionally because of them. But I could simply have been born this way. My dad wasn't the most empathetic guy from what I remember, so I probably got it from him. I thought that my lack of empathy was a blessing, and at times it was handy, but in the end, my greatest gift was the propellant to my downfall.
But that's all from me. For now.
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Storyteller pov:
Hello, dear reader, you may be a bit confused, and rightfully so. Let me clear some things up. First of all, why is the storyteller and Y/N self-aware? There are three main recons. Number one, it fits the theme '' The Rein of Belladonna '' and to that extent, all of the fanfictions from the '' Book of Flowers '' are meant to be horror fanfics discussing the deformed said of love so, the auteur thought that making some of the characters self-aware would make her fic creepier. Second, it's original, according to the writer. And treed, it shows a clear hierarchy between the characters, characters that don't belong to the auteur, in this case, Alfred, who belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz, can't break the fourth wall, but characters like Y/N and I can.
Second, who are we? Well, I'm glad you asked! My name is Ragdoll, despite what my name might suggest you can't throw me around like, well, a ragdoll. And if you try prepare to get a bullet your skull. I am the more outgoing and mischievous said of the writer, so she chose me to host all of her platforms, more info on me on me DeviantArt ( modernhetaliafangirl ) and if you have any ideas for a fanfiction, headcanon and or fanart please tell us on our Tumbler blog ( ), just don't get too mad if the creator rejects your idea. Anyway, it's your turn now, Y/N.
Hello, my name is Y/N, as you know. God, talking without the help of the writer feels so odd. I don't have a set appearance or personality I just assume the character that the auteur wants me to play and I'm fine with that. Being nameless and faceless doesn't bother me. That one thing that stays consistent is the fact that I am a female. So, I guess… goodbye.
Huh, she left in a hurry, didn't she? Well, I guess yours truly, the one and only, me; Ragdoll, will finish this off!
I'm so grateful that you desisted to read this weird, little fic, so let me play a little song for you.
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