#♡ ⇢ ﹙ answered ﹚ ﹒ rose garden filled with thorns.

[suiseisyojo]

because i am sinful, this body will rot away

「overblot!riddle rosehearts x gn!reader」 ↳ ever since you arrived in twisted wonderland, riddle had looked after you. the you who felt so lost and empty, they thought that maybe you'd accept whatever love you could get. cw: [name] is yuu/mc, general yan themes (one forced kiss), riddle's bg mention a/n: [pt. 1] just 1.5k of word vomit describing my adoration for overblot riddle♡

You don’t remember what it felt like to be whole, to be filled with purpose and meaning.

As tears speckled your dampening eyelashes, you blinked while a rush of scorching pain suffused through your body. Trembling in agony, your hands pushed your body upwards and you scrutinized your hazy surroundings.

Beyond the blanket of murky mist whipping around, massive bushes aligned with roses encased the garden of your resting spot; the shapes akin to hearts and royalty. Blotted card soldiers punctuated the outskirts around you, and your tongue felt sordid just looking at them.

“Where am I⋯?” you whispered to yourself, watching how your breaths reflected solemnly in the thick air. You could feel the bluster across your cheeks, pieces of thorns and twigs snapping through each [breeze], burning your legs and tearing apart your uniform. “Ah, that’s right⋯ Heartslabyul. Ace-kun and Deuce-kun were fighting——”

“[Name], this is what happens when you disobey me, and now,” a familiar, yet discordant voice called out to you from your pitiful silhouette on the ground, “are you going to be good for me; or do I have to punish you again?”

Peering upwards, your gaze fell upon 「Riddle Rosehearts」— heaps of ink coated his pallid skin and clothes as the daunting, oppressive figure of a beheaded queen emerged from behind him. The Queen of Hearts who operated solely on the arbitrary darkness of her own choosings, obsessed with order and control. 

“I expect an answer when I’m talking! No response other than ‘Yes, Riddle-sama’ is acceptable!!”

Wretched misery smoldered behind the cavernous depths of his euphoric high—the high born from his inundation of blot. You look at him through your dazed stare; do you feel fear? Pity? Why do you have no desire to flee? Even with all this pain inflicted onto your body, you⋯ stay put.

“I-I’ll be good,” you choked out between heavy breaths, gradually beginning to lift yourself back up. A short distance from you laid an abundance of Heartslabyul students converging together in piles.

Just what did he do?

“——But are you okay, Riddle-san?”

The question spilled from your lips in a soft whisper, a prayer spoken from your heart. It had Riddle’s eyes widening, a flick of his wrist following as the gargantuan blot queen floated rapidly towards you.

Drip, drop.

You blinked and in an instant you felt yourself being scooped up into its frigid, slimy hand. Your back pressed against its palm, the inky blot roiling beneath you, and its elongated fingers confined you into its clasp.

Drip, drop.

Heeled shoes dug into eroded grass as Riddle sauntered over to you with precise steps, and he extended his hand to you.

“How am I expected to trust you’ll listen to my rules without disobedience? Do you think asking some foolish questions is going to save you from not answering?” Riddle asked austerely, his ink-stained fingers tracing along your quivering jaw, smearing splatters of blot into your skin.

Slowly, you shook your head; your own quietude was eerie, yet you couldn’t help but to continue looking upon him. Your precious Riddle.

“I understand what happens if I don’t listen to you,” you answered as you steadied yourself in the queen’s hand, a delicate hand coming out to touch his tarnished cheeks. You needed to placate Riddle, not exacerbate his rampage.

“Hm, do you really understand? If so, then, kiss me,” Riddle ordered with a sardonic smirk, his hot breath fanning across your cheek as his mouth brushed against you. “Ever since you came here, you’ve been far too vulnerable. Ah, but I suppose your kindness is my sin to keep, isn’t it?”

Fluttering your eyes shut, you felt trepidation pervade in your gut.

Is he all you know in this strange world of Twisted Wonderland, and thus you can’t bring yourself to leave his side? No. It’s because you’re becoming him; engulfing everything he has to offer and storing it inside you. You can’t separate yourself from him—not when you both need each other to feel full, whole.

You knew the hole in Riddle’s heart is so deep, he can feel how it aches with his every breath. And if you reached into his chest and searched for something, anything, your hands would only end stained in black.

That’s why, at this rate, he’s going to fill you up with pitch-black ink too.

Distantly, a child cries. Somewhere far within the rose maze, guarded behind rows and rows of card soldiers, lies 「a child bound by rules with no reason」.

Underneath your fingertips, you could feel a faint thrumming starting; it was warm yet lonely, inviting and calling out to you—begging for you to stand back up against the blood red queen in front of you.

Ink dripped and trailed from his face onto yours as you felt his mouth connecting with yours, deep and forceful. As if this kiss was an absolute sacrament that was meant to happen in the warped wonderland Riddle wished to create.

As Riddle parted from you, leaving a heavy blot along your lips—a stain of a reminder to everyone that this day, you had been marked, claimed by him—his smirk only imposed onto you an unending yearning.

“‘I’ want to bring him back⋯!”

As if galvanized by the invisible voice that wept out for you, your hands shoved against his chest and you stumbled from the interstices of the queen’s fingers. Tottering to your feet once more, you held onto yourself tightly⋯

“——After them! Don’t let them escape, soldiers! Capture them, now, now, now!”

⋯so tightly your numbed fingers could feel the force in which you dug into your own flesh.

Riddle’s horrifying screams resounded behind you as card soldiers upon card soldiers pursued you, the unjust ire emanating from him nearly tripping you.

You followed along a vein of heat that permeated beneath the soles of your shoes into the Rose Maze, granting feeling to your nerves, and you looked desperately for the source of the wailing. Your vision was obscured by the frenzied mist, scattered streaks of blot deluged the billows of grass and roses, and you spotted a shimmering red glowing from deeper within.

Glimpsing behind you, from above the hedges, you espied the lances of the soldiers bouncing up as they ran and ran, getting closer to your position. Of course they would know the maze’s layout better than you, this is your first time inside it.

You fixated on following that red light, turning around twisting corners until you lost your footing from a vine; you barrelled into the hedges, rolling until you were stopped by an invisible force.

Despite the pain, you brought your gaze onto the new area of the maze—in the farthest reaches.

A red gleam shone around you, pitch-black silhouettes of teacups and books and treats swirled around the air. In the middle of this vacant-feeling space was a sobbing child, one with red hair and despairing eyes.

“You’re,” a hiccup, “finally here!”

“Riddle-san⋯?” Mesmerized, you slowly made your way over to the child. His sobs were lagging, matching that of your weak breathing, and you could feel his pain burn your skin even from the distance you were at.

You sauntered over to him, steadily as to not trip again, and extended your hand out. The closer your fingers reached for him, the more emotion that swelled in your chest.

This dream truly felt alive to you, as if he was wailing out.

And you still didn’t know why the fog obfuscating your mind wasn’t lifting, making you so readily accept an irregularity such as this but you can’t help but feel like you belong here—as if you were always meant to find and comfort this crying child.

Why had they brought you here? You wondered, the question gyrating before dissolving into nothingness as a memory of misery filled your aching heart.

A young Riddle clinging onto his mother’s dress as hot, thick droplets of tears cascaded down his flushed cheeks; mortification and devastation contorting such an innocent countenance. Apologies spewed from his lips, the once glistening strawberry tarts he longed for colorless and rotten.

Your arms enveloped the young Riddle, laying your warmth over his tender flesh.

“[Name], we were waiting all this time for you,” he spoke, his voice garbled and distorted, reminding you that this was nothing more than an afterimage, “Ever since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland, we felt right again. You’re not going to abandon us, are you?”

“Abandon Riddle-san? No⋯ I-I couldn’t,” you whispered, fingers carding through the young boy’s hair as you spoke with a mollifying tone; to soothe and comfort his hurt.

“Yay! Because you need us too,” he told you, his hand coming up to rest over your chest; feeling the heat of your heartbeat, “you came here because you were empty. You need someone to fill in the pages of your lonely, empty soul. But that’s also why⋯ you have to bring him back.”

Your blurry, tear-soaked vision continued to ravage your grasp on the situation; you sat there, holding onto the young Riddle, overburdened by bits and pieces of memories from the past. What were you suppose to do right now?

Just as that thought entered your mind, you heard the sound of swift footsteps as card soldiers flooded into the hollow space; and you squinted your eyes to see them better.

Their thin lips moved, and all you could hear was, “Queen Riddle ordered us to bring them back—or it’s off with all our heads!!”

And you were subsequently drowned in black as every single soldier pounced on you at once; and you vividly remembered in that moment using your body to shield the young Riddle from their onslaught.

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