🥀 DAUGHTER OF EVIL | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
The flower of evil sweetly blooms with maddening color // Although it's a very lovely flower // Indeed, there are too many thorns to touch it
ʚ🌹ɞ — ever since little you’ve been a servant of evil famous for an unswerving loyalty and devotion to the queendom’s only ruler, a crimson tyrant named riddle rosehearts. his every complaint, his mere whimsies — you’ve made those all come true, had he only snap his fingers. and now, witnessing the end of both of you — you wonder, what kind of future awaits you two?
✎ tags : gn reader, saga of evil inspired, reader as len (aka servant of evil but not riddle's twin, reader and riddle are not siblings in any ways), can be read as platonic, angst throughout the fic, mentions of death, happy ending
▸notes : lmao i actually re-entered my vocaloid obsession phase and decided to give it go. i kinda have all the dorm leaders assigned to the 7 deadly sins series, would you be willing to read everyone else's parts? ㅋㅋㅋ
✦ W.C. : 2.8K
“So, shall we start?”
Riddle crosses his legs, a high heel pointing at the lowly being in front of his eyes begging for something ever so utterly insignificant it’s boring. Ah, no, there’s another emotion making his blood boil in his vessels — annoyance.
“Your majesty,” a plowman swallows under Riddle’s sharp gaze and folds his hands in a prayer gesture, falling to his knees. “I h-have no right to beg, b-but the field can no longer be plowed, it has exhausted all its resources. A-and it hasn't rained in the kingdom for a long time…”
“Ha,” Riddle lets out a provocative laughter. “So? You know you can’t beg me, but came here just for that purpose?”
“P-please, if only you could cast a rain!.. I will repay you twice, no, thrice as hard!! P-please, your majesty, I!—”
“To think that you expect me to excuse you for ruining the field!” He laughs, the hoarseness in his voice rises with a playful tone gliding around him. “Ha!! You insolent brat. You’re forgetting I sorely despise such ignorant fools like you. Off with your head!”
You know what follows this line. You see a collar of an unbelievable beauty, yet also of an eeriness no one would ever want to experience. The collar clasps around the man's neck thin from starving, and wants to dart your glance somewhere else but him, knowing exactly well that you can’t.
“N-no…” a plowman cries. “I’m begging you, your majesty!! Please, anything but my magic!—”
“Take him away,” Riddle sighs, unamused. “I can’t stand these wails anymore.”
“As you wish, your majesty Rosehearts.”
Riddle follows your figure with a concentrated gaze fixed on your movements, and frowns at your actions. You tell the guards to get rid of the man that instant, no emotions flowing in the gleam of your eyes, and he wonders… How could you fit him so well?
There’s an absolute silence when you return and stand beside him at his right, a strong aroma of roses lingering around. It’s deceptively alluring, yet you feel like your skin could crumble just by standing here a second longer, though you also admit there’s no choice other than bowing your head so low it’s painful.
“Yuu,” you don’t dare to shift your eyes to him, nor to move an inch.
“Yes, your majesty Rosehearts?”
“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”
“You’re my sublimity, my only light and meaning of my lowly existence,” you answer unswervingly.
“Haaa,” Riddle sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Want to be beheaded so much?”
“I am very sorry, your majesty.”
“You don’t look sorry at all.”
You finally move, ready to fall on your knees, but he rises from his throne and waves a hand, stopping you from doing anything absolutely ridiculous. Ah seriously, did he hurry when thinking you fit him so much?
Can’t you see he’s being different to you?
“Yuu,” his voice is suddenly low and dark. “Drop your act immediately, I know you’re a terrible actor.”
“In order to be an exceptionally flawless servant to you, your majesty Rosehearts, I must—”
“Enough!!”
You finally look up at him, witnessing his frown.
“It’s Riddle for you.”
You jolt when hear his heels echoing in the hall, and turn around to raise an objection, but then again who are you to have the right to do that?
The bells ring with deafening blows of the striker against the bronze walls, and Riddle turns to you, meeting your lost glance.
“Oh, it’s tea time.”
“I’ll prepare everything.”
You bow as lowly as you can, and ask to excuse you for leaving, and go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened a few minutes ago.
He’s always been like that. You remember him since you were born. You, a child of a counselor close to the previous king, possessing an enormous amount of magic within, and Riddle, future kingdom’s ruler. Despite your family losing all its value and status, you were assigned to being Riddle’s servant, thanks to the devotion of your ancestors.
Every other servant would often ask you how come you just didn’t abandon your position with the magic of your level or why wouldn’t you just kill him.
You don’t know yourself. If it was that easy to answer, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, and yet an image of Riddle’s genuine smile with a child-like playfulness splashing in the corner of his small red lips was fathoming you with a happiness blossoming inside.
Your heart aches whenever you remember Riddle mother’s strict yells and slaps she gave for mistakes at the age of five. You remember him sneaking out to eat a strawberry tart you bake, you also can’t forget the scars she left on you for being so lenient and exceeding your authorities—to think you dared to try helping him.
After all that,
Was there even a way to betray that smile that shines on his face when he looks at you?
“Oh, Yuu.”
You bow to Riddle when you see him approaching you riding a horse. His intimate tender smile who no one ever managed to witness, the smile he demonstrated exceptionally to you.
You can’t help but smile at him in return and jolt right after, remembering you have no right to do that.
“Ah,” he says, jumping off the horse with a light elegant move, and comes to you. “Why did you stop?”
“Stop?” You echo him.
“Smiling. It suits you.”
You swallow painfully, lowering your head and hearing an annoyed sigh from him again.
“Well then,” his hands land on your waist, causing you to gasp. “I just have to make you smile again.”
“Y-your majesty Rosehearts?..”
“Josephine,” he calls his horse and smiles. “Help me out.”
Josephine lowers slightly to make it easier for you to get on, and Riddle tries unsuccessfully to put you on.
“Your majesty Rosehearts, let me…”
You follow his silent request to get on the horse, and look at him with a confused gaze. Everything becomes more complicated when he jumps right after, making your back touch his chest, and he grabs the reins.
“Y-your ma!—”
“Ha-ha!” His laugh is clear and genuine, he smells like roses even on a horse, and you can’t help but smile. “I always wanted to ride with you.”
“With me?..”
“Indeed. You’re different from them.”
“Yes?”
“You…” A strong wind current makes you close your eyes and grab the reins in order to not fall, and feel Riddle pressing his whole body to yours, making sure you will hear him almost whispering in your ear. “Never speak bad about me behind my back.”
You don’t know how to respond, but Riddle doesn’t look like he would be happy to hear your reply in any case, so you let yourself enjoy the ride for a minute, and then turn to him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his pinkish cheeks.
“I have something to report—”
“Yuu!”
You hear two familiar voices, and ask Riddle to dismount. He helps you to get off the horse, and those who called you by your name run to you, welcoming in a warm embraces.
“Ace, Deuce,” you greet them calmly, despite your heart beating much faster. “I apologize for meeting you in such an unpleasant state of mine.”
“Nonsense,” Ace laughs off. “You’re just as silly as ever!”
“He’s right,” Deuce joins him and pokes your cheek. “We missed you!”
“I…” You turn to Riddle.
He’s not frowning, he’s not annoyed, he’s… You know that emotion. Disdain.
“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Deuce welcomes him, bowing, and Ace follows him not so eagerly.
“Ignorant as you ever were.”
“Your majesty Rosehearts, I wanted to report that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade came in order to negotiate regarding the distribution of magical resources.”
“That is right, your majesty,” Deuce says. “And we have to proclaim the most important decision we had to make.”
You feel Ace grabbing you by the shoulder and look at him as if he lost all of his mind. And maybe he really did.
“We need to take Yuu with us as the only person left in the whole Queendom of Roses with such an enormous magical energy in order to provide them a promising future.”
You met Ace and Deuce while going shopping in the Clock Town, running out of magical artifacts, and instantly felt an unknown warm feeling growing in your chest. Red roses of happiness blossomed within, when you recognized that you can actually feel the emotion of being loved by your friends. You genuinely enjoyed the times you happened to meet them in the town.
And even though you knew they, like all of people in the Queendom of Roses, couldn’t stand Riddle Rosehearts’s tyranny and frivolous restriction of other people's magical abilities, you were predestined to have an exceptional enormous magic flowing within you, which Ace and Deuce were interested in. And unlike others, their unrotten desire was to make you happy, to let you study magic just as freely as you wished.
You once said you can’t betray your master, and the following question ‘Why is that?’ was absurdly reasonable, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.
There was no such reason. Nothing except for Riddle’s warm smile, his lenient approach to you and the way his cheeks grew red when he was trying to impress you with gifts. You couldn’t dare to imagine deceiving his rapid heartbeat whenever you two studied magic together.
But Ace and Deuce were adamant to the point they wanted you to be free even and tyrant to be dethroned miserably. Despite knowing the state Queendom of Roses was in, how people starved and died after their magic being restricted which led to rain no longer falling and soils drying out forever, you still were… selfish.
And maybe your friends were too when deciding they could just rip you off Riddle’s strong chains.
“Make sure the Clock Town is badly stirred.”
You fell on your knees, your mind filled with void, and the only thing you could think about was to execute an order Riddle gave.
Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t hold the magic pen properly, and the flames of red flew everywhere around the Clock Town.
Heart-rending screams filled the entire space. You did not notice how the cinders and burnt dust filled your lungs; hysterical crying and crackling sparks of fire rang in your ears, but you mindlessly walked forward, squeezing the magic pen in your fingers.
“Yuu…” Deuce heard you, turning around.
He threw his head up, and a new stream of unrestrained tears gushed from his clear teal eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Remember me and Ace love you.”
He chuckled before you casted a magic spell devouring him.
“Goodbye, my dear best friend.”
You closed your eyes, dropping the pen and letting out an uncontrollable wail.
The servants ran away as time was short. You watched Ace leading the opposition, magic traces so obvious it could be seen in the air with the flows of bright crimson, ashes surrounding every inch of the castle, and you drew the curtain.
“Your majesty Rosehearts, you should run!”
“To hell with running away! I’m not a coward! I want to protect you!!”
“Y-you majesty Rosehearts,” your voice trembled at how genuine Riddle sounded, and you bit your lip, kneeling before him.
“Before long, the angry townspeople will probably overthrow us. Even if we so rightly deserve this. Despite this, I will still defy them.”
“Don’t you dare!! It’s an order, Yuu!”
You turned to him, his eyes glowing with unconcealed sadness and rage at once, tears sliding down his cheeks.
“Off with your head!”
You reflect the spell he tried casting on you, gifting him with an apologetic smile, and Riddle sees how much blot you accumulated.
“Yuu… no… you can’t…”
“Riddle.”
He rose up his head and felt air hitching in his throat, not allowing him to say anything to you.
“I’ll cover as you, and you use all the magic remaining to cover as me. You need to escape immediately, this would be my one and only wish. You remember I never asked for anything? Now it’s time for you to finally grant me your safety.”
Wave of magic enveloped you, and the second after Riddle was staring at the copy of himself, an ink embracing your limbs, and he felt pathetic for leaving you in that state.
“You… you ignorant… brat… How could.. you!” Sobs prevented him from speaking clearly, squeezing his throat with burning rods, but he could not go across your last request, waving a magic pen, and taking on your appearance.
“If it’s to protect you, I will even become evil.”
Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, I will protect you, so just be there smiling and laughing.
You feel like burning, ashes and magic currents no longer feel familiar, it’s a deadly fire to your skin, and you see Ace screaming when flames envelop your body, and you physically feel how phantom rips off your body, the threads of your connection dying out. You use your last remaining powers to let the cover be saved to the very end, even when Ace’s hateful odious gaze filled with poison towards Riddle fixes on you.
It’s painful. It’s painful to the point you want to let your cover wear off, to beg Ace to save you from this burning hell, and the glimpse of familiar crimson hair locks somewhere behind the wall of dust chains you up to the conscious state for a moment.
Ah… right. The very reason you feel like disappearing is him.
You smile at him, seeing his teary eyes, and want to run closer, to ride Josephine together one more time, to sneak out and eat a strawberry tart, to practice magic together, to—
To envelop him in your warm embrace and to never let him go.
If I could be reborn, at that time, I’d like to play with you again.
You press a hand to your forehead, wondering how in the world did you end up transmigrating to the other dimension. It was pretty much fine minding your business on Earth, why would you suddenly transfer here? And what is here actually?
You hear people whispering something about you—magicless human, blah-blah-blah or whatsoever—is magic really a thing here? You suddenly feel a viscous feeling tiring you out when you think about using magic. How peculiar, given you don’t even know what it would be like.
“To think you presume you would run away from me.”
You blink absentmindedly when you hear the voice so oddly familiar and strangely endearing, despite the situation not being conducive.
“Off with your head!”
The tone, the hoarseness in this voice makes you jolt and swallow, you don’t realize you’re shivering.
“You okay?” Someone asks you but you don’t hear anything despite the voice.
You follow its source with your concentrated gaze and finally find the boy with bright red hair and gray eyes, an annoying gaze of which is aimed at the creature who introduced himself as Grim, who caused the commotion.
“As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle-san.”
Riddle…
How come you know his name despite never having met him before?
“Hmph,” the boy shrugs it off. “Of course I— Huh?”
You feel his gaze landing on you, and he drops his magic pen, looking straight at you. Indescribable feeling fills you up instantly, and you suddenly just know your skin feels like it's burning, and somehow there’s a rose aroma lingering in the air.
“Yuu?..”
“Huh? You know them?” The other boy asks when Riddle parts his lips.
“I am not… sure?”
“You’re,” you approach him, subconsciously feeling a strange urge to embrace him. “Riddle Rosehearts.”
“You’re correct, indeed, but how in the world… Ahem.”
He coughs and stretches out a hand to you to shake it.
“Nice to meet you. Please call me… Riddle.”
“What?! Did dorm leader Rosehearts just say to call him only by his name… this magicless human?!”
You don’t know what you are getting down on your knees and taking his hand, pressing an ephemeral kiss on its back.
“W-wha?!—”
“Oh!” You raise up instantly, realizing what you just did. “I’m sorry, it was an… instinct?..”
“Is that so…”
Somehow… you don’t understand what is that exceptionally majestic about him, but you smile and see how his cheeks grow red.
“Riddle,” you say his name out loud quite awkwardly, as if trying to roll it on your tongue and taste how it sounds, and he blushes. “I know it’s sudden, but would it be okay to eat a strawberry tart together after this all will be solved?”
“I… don’t mind.”
If I were to be reborn... it'll be nice if we'll meet again.
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