There reign has never truly ended.
Natasha x fem!child!reader
Warnings: Mentions of flashback, talk of hurting/killing.
A/N: Reader is like 6 years old.
Not my Gif*
“Natasha. Theres some kid we found.”
“Not we. Clint. He found her in the vents.”
“Another day at the Tower. Almost got shot in the face with a trick arrow.”
“Woah bud. There's children around.”
“Yeah, she's the one who tried to kill me.” Clint inforced to his supposed teammates.
“Is that Natasha?” The young girl said.
“Not to you, kiddy.” Tony spoke harshly.
“Come on, it's a kid." Thor insisted, and give a smile to the girl.
“And Natasha knows more than any of us what a kid can do if brainwashed the right way.” Tony addressed the group of heros.
“I wasn't brainwashed. I’m a normal girl.” The young one shouted.
“Give me the room, guys.” With a number of reservations and annoyances from the boys, they reluctantly gave the widows the room. Natasha took a moment to to pull herself together and turned around to the girl. “So, why'd you call upon me? Is he listening.” She leaned in, trying to look around the younger kid for a listening device of some kind, but instead was met with a slap to the face. Natasha’s head moved with the slap itself and felt nothing, except for a flashback to her obedient soldier days.
“I wasn't going to hurt you.” She said trying to get herself out of that hole. The girl didn't say anything for a long moment, and they made eye contact for the remaining time, before the kid finally spoke up.
“I was sent by them." Natasha could tell that the girl had underlying emotions about whoever them was.
“What are you here to do?” She asked cationously.
“I was sent to hurt someone.”
“Do you want to hurt them?”
“Yes.” The young red-haired girl stated flatly and Natasha took a step back from the girl, but knew what it was like being so young and having to kill to be rewarded or to get out of a beating.
“Who is it you were sent to hurt?”
“My mother.”
“Your mother? Who is your mother?”
“You, are.”
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billy goes through a stage where he’s just. angry all the time.
and it’s not just after the big move.
he’s pissed when they get to hawkins. sure. but he’s not angry all the time. most of the time he doesn’t really feel anything.
it’s actually when he’s younger. a few years after his mom leaves. that’s when the anger comes out.
and it’s not just sometimes, either. it’s not even most of the time. he’s angry all the time.
because it just. hits him suddenly. one day.
his mom left. left him.
he loved her so much. he idolised her.
and she left him with neil.
and suddenly. he hates her.
he hates her so much. so fucking much.
because she left him. her kid. her billy.
and billy doesn’t know. doesn’t know what he did wrong. why she left. why she didn’t take him.
so he starts fights. he leaves holes in his bedroom wall. he slams doors. screams into his pillow at night.
and it all comes to a head one afternoon.
he’s in the bathroom. sitting. back against the tub.
he’s got this mirror. her mirror. this fucking. handheld thing.
he’s looking at himself in it.
and then he sees her. his mom.
staring back at him. through his eyes.
he looks down.
there’s a photo of her. resting on his knee. a photo from a day at the beach. when he was six.
when she was still around.
he looks at the photo. looks back at his reflection.
his knuckles turn white. plastic creaks in his grip.
he laughs. once. it’s too loud a sound in the silence of the house.
and then it happens.
billy’s still in the bathroom an hour later. only now he’s surrounded by glass.
the photo lay on the floor. ripped up.
billy’s throat feels raw. his eyes are swollen. they hurt.
blood drips from his knuckles.
he presses his forehead to the wall. the tile cold against his skin.
he jumps when he hears the front door slam. when neil shouts through to see if billy’s home.
billy feels sick. nauseous.
he looks at part of the photo. a scrap. lying just by his hand.
he whispers. lips barely moving. it’s almost a mantra.
i hate you. i hate you so much. i hate you, mom.
a knock at the bathroom door makes him jolt again. brings billy crashing back to the present.
“billy? you in there?”
billy moves his hand. feels a sort of. sick satisfaction as the cuts on his knuckles reopen and bleed anew.
“yeah, dad.”
he pulls his sleeve over his hand. wipes his eyes.
i hate you.
his knees buckle as he stands.
so much.
he tucks the photo scrap into his back pocket.
“coming.”
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Headmistress Rosehearts AU: The Aftermath of Riddle's Overblot
((Thank you to the beta readers on Discord for looking over the first draft; I truly appreciate your feedback! And thank you @adrianasunderworld for taking a look over it and your kind words! To the readers: I hope you all enjoy this story!))
Riddle can't take it anymore and Overblots in front of his mother. She is stunned, but snaps out of it and raises her wand. After a couple of seconds of doing nothing, she spins around and orders the students to bring her son back, but the students are already vacating the area. No one pauses; it's like they didn't hear her despite her screaming. Serves her right for turning the school into a prison of suffocation and misery.
But the students are parting away as they walk--they're making way for Trey. And Cater, Deuce, Ace, the Leech twins and Azul, Chenya (who later explains that he had been sneaking in the last few weeks to make sure Riddle was all right), and finally Yuu and Grim. The heathens Headmistress Rosehearts kept away from her son. But they were the only ones willing to save Riddle, their peer and friend.
She initially tries to order them on how to fight, but she gets distracted by Riddle releasing all of his grief to those who would listen. She ends up getting into an argument with him, still trying to persuade him that what she was doing was for the greater good. Her face gets redder with each raw truth that comes out of him; everything she says is rebutted with the reveal of a consequence that had she brushed off. If you pay attention, you may notice something within her breaking.
Finally, the battle is over. She tries approaching her son, but is blocked by Ace and Deuce. "Don't even think about it! You've done enough already," Deuce says. The duo is joined by the Leech twins.
"No," she says hoarsely, then clears her throat. She seemed startled by how soft her voice had become; it was unlike the firm tone she always had. Her wild silver eyes fix on her son. "I need to fix him. I know what--"
"Didn't you hear what he was saying before and while he was Overblotted?" Ace interrupts, frustrated. "He doesn't need you hovering over him when he wakes up."
She glares at Ace, but he doesn't back off. "I have been trained for these situations and I am perfectly qualified to handle this, unlike all of you ignorant children. I will--"
"Yeah, no. We've dealt with this plenty of times and we know he will be perfectly fine with his friends." Yuu has come to stand in the space between Ace and Deuce.
"And you sincerely believe that he would be best around those who have no medical training on treating post-Overblots?"
"We believe he needs to be around those who won't make him feel dread. Seriously, are you blind? You hurt him severely and shouldn't be near him, especially when he's like this! What is it going to take for you to realize that? Riddle Overblotting again?"
Headmistress Rosehearts's face turns from deep pink from the screaming match earlier into a wrathful shade of red. "How dare you say such things, you insolent brat!" The woman lunges at Yuu, who flinches, but she is held back by Ace and Deuce. "You don't know how to raise a child properly! You can't even get that waste of space under your control."
"What did you call me?" Grim bristles and has to be held back by Cater, who whispers something to him.
Yuu's fists clench tighter, blood rushing through their ears, and they barely manage to calm themself down. As much as they want to repay the woman back for all the insults (and unjust punishment while they were at it), this was not the time. They do their best to control their breathing as they reply, their sentences slightly warbling. "He's his own person and he's learning how to be better, one day at a time. Just like your son. Neither are perfect but they are great friends when they're truly themselves and get to explore, if you even care to listen."
"It would be a waste to get her to listen. She lacks the heart to want to," Azul says from behind, shaking his head in mock sadness.
"He only needs to follow what I say!" Headmistress Rosehearts yells. "Every single second counts for who he will become and he will be above all of you. He will be someone you will never touch, and it will be because of my efforts!"
"Your son is not a trophy for you to parade around. He has his own needs and if you keep ignoring them, THIS is going to happen," Ace scolds. He feels a light sense of deja vu and mentally huffs.
The argument rages on, moving to other personal matters. ". . . The rest of your parents don't have even an inkling of the best way to raise a son and it shows."
"Miss Rosehearts, I have always tried to see light in every situation, and listening to you talk about other parents since you took over has enlightened me. It seems that pointing out flaws whether imaginary or harmless, even things they have absolutely no control over, will make you a model parent. If that is your way of thinking, then you are pathetic. It gives the impression that you aren't confident in your own parenting style and keeps even the most soundest of people from wanting to approach you, out of disgust over your paranoid behavior. As brilliant as you are, you are just as abhorrent."
"You tell her, Jade. I'm glad our mama is not like you. There's a reason why she can live in the Coral Sea and not you." Floyd grins at the headmistress, sharp pearrly whites gleaming and something dark and proud shining in his eyes, matching his brother's.
"And my mother is doing her best as a single parent despite all the hardships that come with it. She never did anything wrong and I care deeply about her. That is why I strive to move beyond my past, even if it means accepting every insult that comes my way," Deuce adds. "It's just as Jade-senpai says. You beating down on her and others won't make you any better."
"I know what's best for my son!" Headmistress Rosehearts snaps. "He would not be at the top of his class without me. He would not have obtained his Unique Magic as a child if it wasn't for my parenting. It was all me! His father would have ruined his life if he had his way. He would have become worthless and like every lazy, wretched beast in this school."
"But you left me with pain that caused me to Overblot." There is silence. Riddle is sitting up with the help of Trey and Chenya.
There is something in his mother's face that is hard to decipher, but that's because it's buried under so much fury and venom. He starts to wilt, but the reassuring presence of his childhood friends on either side and Cater behind him lets him continue. "Mother, you may have wanted what was best for me, but you have hurt me regardless. You refused to consider my emotions and needs and that amounted to the first Overblot incident at this school in centuries. I was healing and becoming better on my own afterwards until you took the position as Headmistress. You caused me grief. You caused my friends grief. You forced the school to follow unnecessary rules and punished too harshly. You have caused misery with your oppression and refuse to acknowledge it. That is unforgivable. A ruler must recognize when they are doing more harm than good for their people, even if it means breaking principle. Once I have fully healed, I will not have anything to do with you anymore."
"NO!" She wretches herself away from Ace and Deuce's grip, but the Leech twins are quick to take their spot in holding her back. She is fuming, struggling to get to her son. "I am your mother! You will not leave me like I am nothing. I read every book on parenting, I did my research, I created flawless plans for you to be the best and sacrificed everything for you. I put in all of my effort and tolerated every single pathetic outburst. You have no right to leave me!"
Her eyes become glossy and Yuu wonders if this cold woman will actually cry. Was it out of frustration that she wasn't getting her way? Or her son leaving her? Either way, Yuu wasn't feeling an ounce of sympathy, not after everything the Headmistress did to them, their friends and peers, and her own son. "You will regret leaving me!"
"Hey, did it ever hit you that he doesn't owe you anything?" Ace says. "Yeah, he was born to you, but you were the one who chose to do those things for him. He didn't ask for any of it and he isn't responsible for what you choose to do. He's old enough now that he doesn't have to listen to every word you say, for his own future or anything else."
"I will not listen to an immature miscreant who fails to follow his brother's excellence!" Headmistress Rosehearts starts thrashing as Riddle is helped to his feet and guided away. "Don't you dare walk away from me! I did everything for you! You belong to me! You two! It's both of your fault for making him turn away from his own mother!"
As Headmistress Rosehearts throws accusations at Trey and Chenya for ruining her son, Yuu watches them carefully. Their body language betrays nothing and they don't look back. Yuu notices Cater, walking behind the trio of childhood friends, moving to walk between Trey and Riddle, like he is trying to shield them both from Headmistress Rosehearts.
"Would you shut up already? No one wants to listen to you," Floyd snaps.
Suddenly, she falls silent and all movement stops.
The twins look down at her in cautious curiosity. Darkness has fallen over her face and her cold silver eyes are unreadable. "He won't listen to me because he has been listening to bad influences," she says to herself. "The Overblot was because of all those influences. I let him go too soon, just like how I allowed him free time and he betrayed my trust. I let my guard down and let him be embraced by an incompetent headmaster. I just need to set him on the right path again. Pull him out of this horrid school, teach him, set him right, lock him up until he's ready again--Riddle, Riddle! Come back! It isn't too late to change back!"
Her distress rerises when he doesn't listen. Tears stream down her face, creating a trail of watery ink. The twins are starting to have difficulty keeping her in her place. Azul notices and summons ice to encapsulate her body, an uneasy look on his face from the contents of her ranting. "RIDDLE! DON'T YOU DARE DISOBEY YOUR MOTHER! COME BACK THIS INSTANT! YOU NEED TO BE RIGHTED!"
When he still doesn't turn around, she falls into mumbling. "The incident is because of everyone here poisoning your mind. Because of the bakers' son feeding you all of that sugar. The oversized pest for teaching you to give up. I will bring you back to your senses. Only I can do it because I am strong, I know what I'm doing, and no one can comprehend that what I'm doing is right because everyone is below us. . ."
Those left behind look on in disgust. "Ugh, so annoying! Can I squeeze her already?" Floyd complains.
Jade tries to placate his twin, but he stops mid-sentence. Floyd notices the reason soon after.
There is a dark presence surrounding Headmistress Rosehearts, and everyone present know too well what it means.
Overblot.
The twins quickly jump away. Yuu spins around to the leaving group and cups their hands over their mouth. "Guys! Get Riddle out of here! She's gonna OB!"
Those present want to let her become an ink monster, but then she would be escaping her comeuppance, wouldn't she?
Plus, it would have been a shame to let the footage Ortho and some students had recorded of the whole ordeal--before, during, and after--go to waste.
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