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quietlyimplode · 7 months

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The language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 15 - I’m fine

Warnings: aftermath of recovery, discussion of red room procedures

Word Count: 2.4k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha recovers in Okinawa and tells Clint some of the horrors of her past. The relationship still young; she’s not sure he’s ready to hear it.

A/N: <3

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OKINAWA

2010

She dreams of drowning.

Water filling her lungs, pressure all around her.

She can’t take a deep breath.

“Breathe,” comes a whisper.

“Breathe.”

But it hurts, no one should be breathing in water.

Her arms are held by the water, a cruel taunt in trying to swim up for air, and she fights it, once, twice, then… arms like lead, she lets the water take her, absorbing her, drowning her.

It hurts, she thinks, but maybe she deserves it, and then sinks into unconsciousness.

She sleeps a lot.

Coulson comes and smooths things over; he pulls strings at the American airbase that Natasha is transferred to, and it allows them to be frank in conversations, rather than understanding half of it.

She wakes and seems to realise she’s in a hospital, looks for Clint and goes back to sleep. Even as they taper down the pain medication, she sleeps just as much.

Clint worries.

They tell him it’s just her body’s way of healing.

He thinks it’s more than that.

It’s worse than the dissociation, or seems to be, because she doesn’t talk to him, doesn’t respond to his questions and just goes through the motions when she is awake.

He doesn’t know what to do.

The nurses come and go, and the doctors give her a cursory check, and every time, she’s asleep.

At 2am, she watches him closely.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” she croaks.

He smiles and touches her hand gently.

“Where else would I go?” he whispers.

He doesn’t want to tell her that sometimes her nightmares make her thrash, and that the nurses are scared of her at nights, that he seems to be the only one to calm her.

He doesn’t tell her that he’s been so worried that he wants to bundle her up and take her away from the hospital because it seems to be causing harm, not to her body but to her mind.

So he just rubs his hands over the top of hers and then kisses it.

“Thank you for staying with me,” she says, staring.

He nods and kisses her hand again.

“Go back to sleep, Nat, I’ll be here.”

She has a fever.

She think he’s someone form the red room.

He spends the night telling her stories again.

Finds facts about the place.

She thinks she’s going to die.

Clint assures her she’s not.

“I want to leave,” she moans to Clint, half conscious and trying to get out of the bed.

A growl passes her lips as she looks around in anger.

“I want to leave,” she says, Clint looking on in sympathy.

“You’ve broken your ribs, a collapsed lung, and are recovering from surgery, as soon as we can ween you from the antibiotics you can go,” the doctor says in frustration.

“I understand hospitals aren’t your favourite place but leaving now, would be detrimental to your health.”

Blatantly, she ignores him.

“Can we go?” she asks, trying again, this time standing.

“Please?”

Clint’s heart pounds.

It feels like a test.

“I’ll take care of her, we have a place nearby, we can come back if there’s anything wrong,” he argues.

He just knows that this place is not good for her.

Nightmares nightly.

Dissociation daily.

They’ve been here almost two weeks and already he can see how much weight she’s dropped, only eating and drink enough to avoid further intervention.

The doctor stares, Natasha already out of bed, trying to pack things into a bag.

He swallows and then nods.

“Fine, but you’re going against medical advice. We can’t keep you here. Come back in three days for a check, and if okay next week, I’ll sign you off for flying,” he starts.

Turning to Natasha, he continues.

“Antibiotics, every 5 hours, with food. No skipping them. Strap your ribs, and keep the cast on your arm. Do not leave the country. They need at least another week. Do you know how painful the flight would be on delicate lungs with the altitude? Let alone flying with broken ribs on a plane? No, I repeat, no skipping the country.”

He turns to the nurse to draw up scripts and turns back.

“Three days.”

Clint nods, apprehension pulling at him, wondering if he’s up to the task of taking care of an injured friend, lover, whatever they are that’s slightly undefined.

“Three days,” he nods back.

“I’m fine,” she growls.

“Just let me help?” he replies, frustrated.

“No, I can do it, I…”

The cereal pours everywhere. Natasha stares at the little pieces going everywhere and he swears he sees her bottom lip trembling. She covers it, swearing instead, but he feels he knows she’s teetering on the edge.

“Go have a shower,” he sighs, “I’ll clean it, and then maybe we can go to the beach?”

She nods, stalking off before he can say another word and he sets to picking up all the tiny pieces.

He’s glad for the separation and the slight time alone, wondering at her capacity and if he needs to seek help from Coulson or Fury.

He knows some of the trauma and difficulties with hospitals, but he also feels he’s missing something. She’s getting better, but also, it’s like nothing he says, nothing he can do is helping.

They go back to the doctor tomorrow and whilst the last day has been better, it feels like it’s going downhill again.

It’s like before, when he first bought her into Shield, maybe not that bad but it feels akin to it.

He wanders into the small bedroom, and finds her sitting on the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

She stares for a moment, then looks to him.

“I can’t have children,” she says abruptly.

It’s so left of field that Clint doesn’t answer straight away.

“I didn’t lie to you, but I didn’t know how to tell you,” she says quickly.

“What?” he says dumbly.

“In the Red Room, they take away your ability to have children. They call it Graduation. They put you in hospital, sedate you, and then celebrate the fact that they’ve just performed major surgery on you with another test. The last time.. The last time I spent so long in hospital was when they took…” she pauses.

“They took my choices. Any choices, for their own reasons and own gains.”

Natasha stares at her hands as she finishes and Clint feels the pieces fall into place.

“Nat…” he says dumbly, sitting next to her on the bed.

“You don’t have to say anything… and if this; whatever this is needs to stop and we can just be partners or not, you can decide that too, I just wanted you to know. I know… the last two weeks, I can’t… I couldn’t hold it together. But this, I think I needed you to know. I needed to tell you. It’s not fair. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a relationship like this and…” she sighs; stopping the tirade as he pulls her into a sideward hug.

“You think, that not being about to have children, that the evilness that others did to you, matter to me? That it would make any difference to how I see you, only to consolidate my view of how brave and strong you are?”

He shakes his head.

“You’re an idiot” he finishes.

She’s silent and he’s worried he’s said something wrong.

“Nat, hospitals - they’re not good for you are they?”

There’s tears that he can see on her face as she shakes her head.

“I should be better than this,” she says, shakily.

“They make me lose time, make me panic, the smell mostly, it becomes all I can think of. Gloves, the sound of the beeping on the machine, I see, hear and smell it and I’m back in the red room.”

There’s so much more that makes sense now, in her reactions at the hospital.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologises, “I didn’t know.”

She shrugs, “what could you have done? You got me out of the there.”

He wants to do more.

“For the record, the whole not being able to have children thing, doesn’t make a difference in how I feel about you. It doesn’t make you any less, and it certainly doesn’t change what this is between us.”

He sighs heavily, hugs her harder, and then stands, offering a hand.

“Tomorrow we have to go back,” he starts, “how will I know what to do for you?”

She frowns, “what do you mean?”

Clint thinks, remembers Coulson, when he was struggling with talking in therapy and words just seemed too hard.

“There’s like a traffic light system,” he ponders, “red for triggered, yellow for getting there and green for okay.”

He pauses feeling like he’s explaining it all wrong.

“I’m explaining this wrong.”

Natasha isn’t stupid, and she’s been in enough therapy that it makes sense to her.

“I have to go?” she says in a small voice, and he doesn’t want to make her with all his heart.

“An hour,” he promises, “a quick check and then we can come back, go to the beach and you can choose dinner.”

Not meeting his eyes, she nods.

“Okay,” she says quietly.

“And if you say red, we can leave, okay?”

She nods, a small movement.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, feeling she wants to talk more but perhaps doesn’t have the words.

“Can we go to the beach,” she asks, “I don’t know how you got this house, or even have it this close to the beach but, I think it helps. It’s like a holiday.”

He smiles.

“It’s pretty cool isn’t it? We are on holiday, by the way. Fury knows we never take leave. We have two more weeks, so there’s not rush on anything. First we just need to get you off the antibiotics, those ribs healed and then we can go back, but because we are on leave, it doesn’t matter.”

There’s a small shift in mood as he tells her this.

“We aren’t going to get fired? You’re not going to get in trouble for staying with me?” she asks.

Clint laughs, derisively.

“You thought they’d fire us?”

She nods, slowly.

“Nat, we are the best two operatives they have, they’re not firing us. In fact, they sent Coulson, who fixed things and then he signed off on the house so we were safe.”

He helps her up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you before, I assumed that you’d assume we were okay, and you’d be on leave.”

Natasha shakes her head, and points to the bathroom.

“Join me?” she asks, pulling her shorts down, and moving away.

He laughs.

“Of course.”

He thinks it’s the ocean that helps to heal.

Small conversations on the Red Room, she indulges him with answering questions, and he only pushes so far.

It’s easier as they’re walking on the sand, to ask the harder ones.

She asks them back, and they grow closer. The time comes to an end and he calls in, Fury and Coulson sending through mission packets to the small house by courier.

Natasha sighs.

“I knew it was coming, but I don’t think I was ready,” she tells him on the last morning.

“This was my first holiday,” she confesses, “and I didn’t hate it.”

He laughs at her.

“I’m glad,” he says, opening his own mission packet and then watching as she opens hers.

“Separate missions,” he says glumly.

She nods, scanning the information.

“What do you know about Tony Stark?”

Clint swallows, he knows the name, just about everyone in the city does.

“Do you mean Iron Man?”

They both laugh, Natasha moving off the couch to grab the paperwork that she’d just picked up.

“It’s my next mission.”

She hands him the envelope and he grabs his.

“I’m going to New Mexico,” he returns.

“Why solo missions?”

He shrugs, grabbing his mug off the table and sitting down next to her.

“I don’t know.”

Natasha frowns.

“I think I just got used for working with someone.”

The last five weeks have certainly done wonders for team building, he thinks.

“Do you think it’s punishment?” Natasha asks.

“Okinawa was a shit show,” Clint admits, “maybe they’re testing us.”

He goes to refill his cup, lifting it to ask her if she wants one as he considers their words.

“Maybe not a test, maybe more that they want to see what we can do alone.”

She scans his paper.

“Avengers Initiative? Mine says that as well.”

Clint sits next to her, grabbing the paper and sighing, “Nah mine’s more boring, there’s a spike in geothermal land, and Fury thinks it’s alien.”

Natasha laughs, and then looks at his face.

“Oh, you’re serious,” she clarifies.

“It’s more about protection of the scientists, if it is alien,” he surmises.

She sits near him, flipping through the paper.

“They’re looking at you, for the Avengers,” she says reading further.

He laughs, easily.

“I think it’s us, they’re likely looking at, who better than an ex carney and a former Red Room graduate?”

She nods, “scraping at the bottom of the barrel, really.”

“Stark is up for it too,” she tells him.

“I’ve got to submit a portfolio, for the undercover shit,” she says, annoyed.

“And be hired.”

Clint smiles as he reads the parameters.

“God, Stark’s going to be a creepy man, isn’t he? He wants evidence of work, and they’ve put that he values modeling here.”

She groans.

“I’m good at taking photos,” he grins.

“Why can’t he be gay? Or married? Why models?” she complains.

“Nat, he’s going to take one look at you and hire you on the spot,” Clint assures.

“Come on, let’s spend our last day here before our flight, and when we get home, I’ll take your photos.”

Natasha stands, the bandages invisible under her top.

“Rich people suck,” she grumbles again.

“I know Fury has only done this to give me extra time, but still, I’d prefer your low ball mission to New Mexico rather than playing politics with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.”

They make their way out, Clint checking twice that the door is locked.

“You never know,” he says, still grinning, “you might make a new friend.”

“Shut up,” she replies, throwing the car keys at him.

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one-piece-aus · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 1

Uta

Lmao so we're starting off with Uta this year because I noticed October 1st is her birthday, and what better way to celebrate than to give her the first Whumpday hororororororo TW: Mention of destruction, abandonment, guilt of unconscious criminal actions, and Uta considering herself a monster

For as long as she could remember Shanks and his crew had been there for her.

Until that fateful day, the music island had been destroyed.

With the pirates being the only survivors, they fled the scene with her before the Marines arrived. Uta slept in Shanks' arms, unaware of what they were discussing.

"What do we do?" Roux asked pushing the plate of food away from him. "If the Marines found out she was the one behind this..."

The members worriedly glanced at Uta who clung onto Shanks' arm. Heavy silence only fueled the anxiety clawing in their minds.

"She might have a higher bounty than the Devil of Ohara." Hongo set the stack of bounties he had been looking through on the table.

"It's not right for kids to have bounties," Yasopp said, his arms folded and staring at the ground.

"She would've gotten a bounty eventually," Limejuice reminded the group. "We're pirates, and marines don't discriminate who to make an outlaw."

"Well, we didn't expect it this soon."

"It'll be dangerous if she stays with us."

"We can't just drop her off and leave her behind."

The last statement ceased the others from conversing further. Shanks, who had been quietly looking at his daughter, at last spoke up, "Let's head to Dawn Island."

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Luffy waved goodbye to the pirates, shouting he'll meet them again someday with his own crew, when a thought wormed it's way into his mind. He dropped his arms and scratched his head in search of his memory. Did he say bye to Uta? She didn't talk to him as the crew was packing up to leave, which was weird. Uta would've been right by Shanks, teasing him before Red Hair gave the strawhat to the boy. Maybe she was already on the ship sleeping, her devil fruit did take up a lot of her energy. Luffy shrugged it off and walked back to Makino's bar.

"Makino, can I have some juice?" Luffy requested as he climbed onto a stool in front of the bar.

"Of course, Luffy." She smiled and got out a glass.

Luffy happily waited, kicking his legs back and forth, when he heard a girlish yawn behind him. He spun around, eyes going wide. "Uta?! What are you doing here!?"

"Hmm?" Uta shot him a confused look as she rubbed her eyes. "Why wouldn't I come here? I'm hungry, I want breakfast."

"Luffy-" Makino tried to explain the situation but Luffy opened his mouth first.

"BUT SHANKS LEFT! I THOUGHT YOU WERE WITH THEM!"

"He wHAT?!" Uta snapped awake not processing what he just said.

"Shanks and his crew left earlier this morning, why aren't you with them?"

Uta's face contorted to one of horror and she dashed out of the bar, unable to hear Makino calling out to her. Her little legs carried her to the docks, she glanced around in devastation at the empty port.

They left her.

They actually left her.

She thought the conversation she overheard was a bad dream. They wouldn't abandon her, right? They loved her, she loved them. So why? Why did they leave her here?

Just as the question appeared in her mind, a brief memory from Elegia's destruction popped up and for now her questions stopped. She bawled her fist as rain fell onto the ground in front of her. Luffy ran up to the docks, Uta wiped away the rain before turning to the boy wearing her dad's strawhat.

"Did-" she paused to get a hold of her emotions. "Did he say if he was coming back?"

"No, he said they won't be returning," Luffy bluntly said but quickly scrambled to fix it. "But- uh- I'm sure they'll come back for you. I mean- we can get Makino to call them and have them pick you up-"

"Don't bother." Uta brushed past him. "He's not going to come back."

Just like her world shattered. Her family, that she could fall back on, disappeared. All that remained were gaps that needed to be filled with answers explaining why they would leave her, and she had a vague idea of what they were.

As the gaps filled with her thoughts of the music island's destruction, a seed planted itself in the back of her mind.

'Monster.'

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betterthanbatman1 · 7 months

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Omg guys Ive been so tired today and I literally had like 2+hours of zoned out daydreaming and I was like omg I don’t want to forget this. So I wrote it out and now I have almost 1.5K words 😭

I might just publish my first fic 👀

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anyaeras · 1 year

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Red Room take down || The widow family

Pairing || Melina vostokoff x Daughter!Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Sister!Reader Yelena Belova x Sister!Reader + Alexi is there

Warnings || The red room, vodka.

Summary || y/n was paired with Melina for a widow mission yet was set free by the "family" and now it was time to take down the red room, and get a family.

Master list || Discord server

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File #042216

Y/n L/n

DOB- ##/##/07

Relatives- locked

Status- Active

Time In estate- 2007- present

Training 2010-Present

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The red room was the only place y/n had ever know, yes they were stationed outside of the red room sometimes, but the red room became their home. Y/n remembers everything that has ever happened inside these walls the original Academy in Belarus was compromised. They rounded up all of the widows, as they prepared for transporting the girls, late at night in the dark men, screaming, guns pointed, the girls were moved into trucks, which is only the beginning. Most people, but the red room what destroyed, the famous black widow taken had down the red room, but that's not true.

It's been years, every day, wake up train, do his bidding and then sleep. It's an ever going cycle. No "family" no love, that was for the week, y/n was one of the youngest, but the greatest widows. Y/n was a black widow, and never once did they act out of line, nor did they fail a mission, they became a killing machine.

Sometimes thought a small message that y/n remember from their mother, was

"don't worry cause my little ones are the strongest little ones" y/n couldn't put a face to the words, the statement never left their memories, but they could not remember their mother for the life of them. Y/n i'm starting to believe they didn't have one, that it was all in their head, cause who would love a widow, clearly they didn't want them, that's why they are here, they were left.

"Y/n. Dreykov would like to see you." Was announced to your surroundings by another widow. Causing anyone near to look directly at you as you made your way to his office.

"Ahh y/n моя вдова (my widow), you have a mission. You will attend the gala in Saint Petersburg, Melina will go with you, pose as mother and daughter, you're just going undercover, the rest is Melina's job. Are we clear" Dreykov finished his explanation as you nodded in agreement, before being dismissed to go, prepare for the mission.

Later Melina met up with you and your cell, you were already suited up. It was nice to see her again. You both worked well together but we're always paired as a mother daughter duo. Yet other than missions, you didn't see much of her.

"We're heading to the safe house outside Saint Petersburg, my farm to be exact we will prepare there, let's go" and like that, she already was walking away. You were quick to follow, heading towards a red room ship to be taken directly and guarded to the farm.

You didn't move once during the flight, something felt off, this mission was different the most and you knew it.

Upon arriving to the farm, you both grabbed your travel bags and headed into the home, and like that the ship was gone, both widows left alone to their own bidding, for now. You were both sent early to have time to get everything planed out, meaning you had some time at the farm, it was honestly nice, getting to see outside, and seeing animals well at least pigs.

The day went on as normal, it wasn't until the early evening that changed, a plane was incoming.

"Y/n to the safe room. NOW" Melina ordered, and you followed running to hide as you heard a bit of ruckus, Melina on the other hand had already got a sniper and was out the door.

"Honey I'm home" a loud man's voice boomed, you looked at the cameras, shocked to see on the screen her hugging a man outdoors, while you stayed in the safe/panic room. You saw two other women in the group standing of the side, yet you recognized one of them, Yelena Belova, escaped widow. Y/n knew protocol, not that y/n wanted to follow it. They don't have a choice, punching in the code, and picking up their weapons, y/n bolted outside.

"YELENA BELOVE DECEIVER" was all you got out before your attack, only to be stoped by Melina.

"Y/n ignore protocol." She muttered to you, causing you to freeze in shock.

"Agent vostokoff, Dreykov wouldn't allow-" yet once's again you were cut off, this time by the red headed women.

"Y/n you want out don't you? Your struggling so are all the other widows, even if you don't know it" The black widow explained yet it set you off, you had orders, you were nothing if not following orders, and like that you went to attack, straight after the blonde deceiving widow, Yelena.

You barely got a grab on her, before Red mist was shot at your face, and just then it was like everything clicked, locked out memories came flooding back, every kill, every mission, every moment replayed in your mind, you were evil, unloved and lost. You were a week young girl who had become the red rooms best weapon...

"Y/n? Come back to us" Melina asked, as you've been zoning out.

"Sorry." Was all you said before feeling embarrassed, you were surrounded 4 adults and even thought the red room doesn't see it, your only a kid.

Melina reached out to your hand, as everyone walked into the dinning room of the small house finally, Melina guiding you was comforting.

The dark haired women holding your hand bent down to your level, not that you were much shorter...

"We are gonna get out." Was all she said, yet it was enough.

At that moment you realized Melina has been playing along for a while she wasn't under the same chemical control that you were, she was just the scientist, Dreykov's brains, so she was able to think for herself, she witnessed everything felt everything, yet was so strong.

Sitting down at the table it was silent at first, until the older man spoke up

"So it's like a family reunion!" He laughed out brining a smirk to Melina's face while Yelena just reached for the vodka in the center of the table.

"Family?" Y/n wondered aloud. Yet Natasha was the one to snap back in responses

"Before yelena went threw the red room we were stationed to pose as a family in ohio. That's all it was a silly mission"

It made sense, that's what happened to you, you were some other widows mission, that widow didn't care about you, but it was a pre-red room mission?

You tried to brush it off, you were one of the best trained widows, so acting wasn't a challenge.

"So, what are we doing here" y/n asked honestly not getting the point of this little meeting, I mean they are free why not just run away, start a new life cause starting a new life as a teen would work great I guess.

Yelena chose to chime in, going back to Natasha stamens "we were family...this is the only family I have...Natasha, don't say that! Cause it was real, it was real to me!" Yelena about cried out taking the vodka with her when she stormed out.

Surprisingly it was the man whom you know now as Alexi whom followed her. Now it was just Melina, Natasha and you sitting at the table.

"So Tasha, you'll pose as me, go in get to dreykov with a mission report, Y/n will go with you and act as if she is still fully under his control, you got that y/n?" Melina asked now turning her attention to you, which you just nodded in response.

"Good, Natasha you know what to do, and y/n just head back to training and do what you do best" was the final thing Melina said before getting some era pieces, and some tech to make this plan work, and just like that, there was a red room ship flying into the farm ready to collect the "prisoners"

You walked quickly onto the ship, and stood in your same spot, you knew how this would go, you watched them load yelena, Alexi and "Natasha" up into the ship, before taking your seat. You watched as "Melina" took the drivers seat and started the trip back to the red room. You didn't speak a word the entire trip, upon landing you were greeted by Madame B, she ordered you two head to the 3rd floor for a mission run down, nothing new.

Heading off you got a glimpse in the hallways of them locking up "Natasha" and Alexi yet Yelena wasn't with them. Yet soon you'd find her....

Going threw the mission report was fine for you, until they ran a test and you reacted incorrectly, and like that you were swept off to the medical wing, and strapped to a table, no pulling or twisting could get you out, as eventually you gave in. Turning over to see "doctors" drawing out a line on Yelena's head as she was strapped next to you.

"This is a way less cool way to die" Yelena stated with no emotion, causing you to have to fight back a laugh, not that it mattered your cover with clearly blown.

The team of doctors I have left to grab some thing for a moment when yelena got the message that there was a knife located on her side, she was able to cut herself free and then going to cut you free. As the staff came rolling back into the room, both the now ex widows fought and easily overpowered the team leaving to go find Natasha, as she needed the red mist.

Rushing to the elevator to get into Dreykovs office, as y/n lead Yelena, it was Melina's message that this place was about to blow, pushing threw the doors Yelena threw the casket of the mist, freeing the other widows as y/n and Yelena tan to Natasha's Aid, helping her to her feet.

"Nat we've got to go, get the widows we have to get out of here!" Yelena yelled out

"Take the widows I'll get there soon" and like that Yelena took the widows, yet you didn't follow running for your old cell, you couldn't leave without something.

Running up the steps to get to your blocks hunting down for the small box, it was locked but you knew it was important and you knew it was all you had from your mother she was who gave it to you. Yet you've never opened it, you couldn't it was pretty much impossible to break open.

Natasha and Yelena met up with Melina and Alexi quickly heading onto a ship, to get out of the red room, along with all of the widows, well almost all.

"Shit where is Y/n?" Yelena asked

"Lena I thought she was with you, MELINA IS Y/N WITH YOU?" Natasha called out in a small panic, y/n was new to them yet they have a connect with the very young widow, y/n was just a kid.

Melina shot up. "Natasha take over driving" and like that the older dark haired women was heading towards the back of the of the ship, seeing y/n running with a box in their arms.

"Y/N!" Melina reached for a parachute before jumping out of the ship, the whole Red Room was about to go up in flames and the ship with the widows had to go, so this was her plan. Lunging at y/n, Melina threw them both over the red room, free falling temporarily.

"It's okay i got you" and like that the parachute was pulled, quickly but safely reaching the grounds.

Still holding onto the box, Melina took a look at it, pulling her necklaces out from under her suit which held a key, she was able to open the box for y/n before the other made there way over.

"ты всегда был моим маленьким (you were always my little one) even from a distance, I would never leave you детка (baby)" Melina spoke softly to you before standing up to great her other "daughters".

Realization poured into y/n's mind, they were never left, taken yes, but their mother stayed close, even if she couldn't really act as y/n's mother Melina was there, she was all y/n had.

"Mission success?" Yelena joked earning a silly glare from the others.

"It can only go up from here" y/n laughed leaning closer to Melina

"Right мама (mom)?"

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bestfriend491 · 1 year

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Hi! Is it alright to ask to request for a Nakia x widow! reader? Where the reader and her are childhood friends, always telling each other their passions and dreams, and while the Red Room still existed and Dreykov would take little girls to convert them into highly trained assassins, you happen to be one of those victims. And one of the reasons why Nakia became a War Dog was to look for you, to investigate what had happened to you because she knew you weren’t truly dead and T’Challa agreed to help her since he was already Black Panther not to mention he was also close to you. Once they realize you’re under control after you attacked them, they take you to Shuri who manages to get you out of the mind control and take off the tracker in you- but afterwards your stuck with the trauma (much like Bucky) and Nakia never left your side, being there when flashbacks came, being patient with you whenever you’d get frustrated easily or she’d show you Wakanda and reminds you of the parts you’ve gone to whenever you were kids, of the memories you both have created. And for the first time in forever you find yourself having feelings with free will, having feelings for Nakia….you could add on more details if you want. But would you be able to do it? If not, it’s alright🙂 your writing is very good btw

Introspection | Part 1 out of 2

A Red Room Widow Story

Nakia x Female Red Room Widow! Reader

Summary: After hanging out with you as kids, you disappear, and Nakia spends her life trying to find you again. Decades later, she finally finds you, and sees that you're an assasin. A victim of the red room.

Part 2

Angst, Hurt, Mystery,

Word count: 11.1k

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Mentions Past Abuse, Abuse Trauma, Blood, For Mature Audiences Only

The palace of Wakanda stood mostly still. Only busy in the training rooms and the throne room as the sun began to shower it in light, letting people know that the day was starting.

You stood in front of Nakia, who stood in front of T'Challa; tiptoeing into the throne room that held the king and the other tribe leaders. Nakia breathed nervously as you all stood behind a large pillar that blocked your small figures from view. The breathing was loud, and clearly intentional, as Nakia only let out a laugh when T’Challa poked her to stop.

“Ow!” she whispered, coming closer towards him as a warning to scare the prince. He instinctively backed away, making Nakia smile in contentment.

“Shhh-” you hushed at them, annoyed at the two for doing such a terrible job at being stealth. Movement behind you stopped suddenly and the silence all across the room told you that something was off.

You looked around at the clearing of a throat and a tall figure’s shadow towering over yours. You turned, knowing the figure of the King well enough after so many years visiting the palace.

“K-kumkani T’Chaka. Molo.(K-King T’Chaka. Hello.) “ you crossed your arms in solute and respect while T’Challa did the same, his father scaring him probably more than he did you.

“T’Challa. Y/n.” T’Chaka responded, doing the same.

You raised an eyebrow at only the two names called and looked around only to realise that Nakia wasn’t as quick to comply with the unspoken surrender of your attempted spy work as she was not in her previous spot.

You looked at T’Challa, who was also just as confused as you, and the two of you realised that you had been set up.

“Have you forgotten your manners, Prince. We are busy with important matters that regard the nation. It is no time to be making noise in the throne room, my boy.” He said, placing his seemingly massive hand on his son’s head in a gentler manner than he spoke in.

“Yes Baba. Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, it will. With those two by your side, there will always be mischief. Tell Nakia I said hello.”

The king waved you off and let you and T’Challa flee in embarrassment as the Dora Milaje that stood at the door shook their heads, smiling at the two of you.

“That was close, you two.” Nakia came from the wall not even 5 steps from the door, smiling like nothing had happened.

“You are a traitor.” T’Challa said, pointing at her as he walked the two of you to the outside garden.

“Me? What would make you say that, T’Challa? I did nothing.”

You sighed, “Kia, you strayed away from the plan without telling us and let us take the fall. You are definitely a traitor.”

“I was protecting myself. King T’Chaka is scary.”

“Sure, but you couldn’t have warned us when you did it, even though it was your idea to go there?” T’Challa added.

Nakia shrugged, not being able to defend that. The three of you walked around the garden, sitting in silence as you rested from the long week of school. People all around thought that the three of you as a trio were the most chaotic people in the palace, so your quiet moments were a blessing to all. T’Challa was the thoughtful and sensible one, Nakia was the caring but playful one and you were the quiet and patient one that went in between the other two when they bickered, which was often. Nakia liked pushing T’Challa’s buttons and T’Challa had spent so much time dealing with Nakia’s nonsense, he was not as tolerant to it now as before. They bickered like the Jabari Tribe with the rest of the tribes, sometimes.

Nakia picked at the flowers that surrounded you all. You carried them for Nakia when her hands got full and T’Challa just stared out, thinking- as usual.

“What are you thinking about now, Prince of Wakanda?” you asked, less serious now that the earlier adrenaline had faded.

“Do you think father is right? Am I too mischievous?”

“He didn’t say that.”

“I know, but I want to be a fit king one day, not someone who plays all the time. We will be the leaders of the nation at some point.”

Nakia let go of the flowers she held and stepped in front of T’Challa flicking him in the forehead.

“We’re twelve. Trust me, we have plenty of time to dwell on having to lead the nation at some point in our future. We were just having fun.”

“Well…” you said and Nakia groaned knowing you were about to play the devil's advocate as per usual.

“We just interrupted a meeting of national importance. Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.”

“Y/n-”

Nakia was about to argue, but an older voice came, softer than the last one that scared you, but still holding much power.

“You definitely shouldn’t do that again.” you all turned and smiled seeing Queen Ramonda, looking as sweet as ever, but still intimidating.

“Ma! Nakia made us do it!” T’Challa said, making Nakia gasp at his sudden betrayal.

“I’m sure she did, son. But I’m not here for that. I was just wondering if you all had plans for today, because we have places to go.”

You stepped up to answer, “Nakia and I are just here for the morning, Queen Mother. We are leaving for my house soon.”

She nodded, happy that she wouldn’t have to ask you to leave. “You should look at the Dora Milaje in training before you go.”

“Why?” you asked.

“The two of you have the potential to be great warriors. It would be an honourable service to the country.”

Nakia nodded hesitantly, biting her tongue as to not disrespectfully reject the idea of being an Adored One in front of the queen.

“Mother, I’m with my friends. I would prefer it if you did your Dora Milaje advertising another time.” T’Challa said, directing his mother to go on with her journey wherever she was headed in the garden.

For a second. You could almost see T’Challa roll his eyes at the woman, and Ramonda clearly saw it too, giving the boy a glare of warning.

“Go get ready, T’Challa.” she said walking off.

The prince turned in the direction of the palace, prompting you and Nakia to do the same.

The three of you separated when T’Challa arrived at his room. He hugged you and Nakia and went in to get ready, while you and Nakia said your goodbyes to the king in the throne room and left towards the river tribe village where you both lived.

“General Nakia of the Dora Milaje.” you tested out, not amusing the other girl.

“I’m not going to be a Dora.”

“I didn’t say you would be. I was just testing the title out. Either way, why are you so annoyed, you act like it's a curse to be a part of the Dora.” you looked into her eyes for an answer, but were met with a blank stare.

“Is it because you know I’m better at fighting than you?” you teased. That peaked her interest, getting her to look at you like you had just told a lie.

“What? I was just stating a fact.”

“You just talk sometimes.” she said, rolling her eyes and walking faster towards your house.

Hours later, you could tell she took it personally.

“Nakia…” you said as you stared at the girl, who shot bullets from her eyes to your body where she stood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her, putting your hands into a fist while she approached you slowly.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The distance that had been between the two of you was taken away when Nakia ran very closely towards you, nearly throwing you off your feet. Her hand came into contact with your arm and her long nails ran down to your hand.

“We said no nails!” you whined while she smirked at you, aiming for your face next.

“We also agreed not to make combat a competition, but somehow you got to do that.”

You rolled your eyes at her petty decision to make a whole thing out of a reckless comment that you made. The girl really took things to heart.

You swiped her hand away when she tried for your face and twisted her wrist, surprising her with a kick to the knees. Seeing her face, your lips parted into a toothy grin as she struggled to get out of your grip.

“See. I was right. I am better at combat.” you repeated your previous comment, feeling proud.

“Y/N!” your mothers voice came from the house, startling you into letting Nakia go, allowing her to regain advantage and pin you down. The impact of the ground left you breathing heavily. Nakia kneeling over you, smiling. You groaned, wanting to curse your mother for sabotaging you.

“That can’t count! She scared me.”

Nakia shook her head, being too prideful to admit that it was an unfair advantage, “There are no rules that state that I can’t use your mother screaming for you to my advantage.”

She laughed as you pushed her off of you, going to see what your mother needed badly enough to ruin your win.

You walked over to the round home that stood only a few metres away from where Nakia laid in victory. You entered the house, looking at the tall woman who looked at you in her typical uneasy way.

“Ma?”

“There’s lunch on the table.Take it, you and Nakia haven’t eaten since dawn.”

Your mother was brief with you, and she looked annoyed. The phone that she kept rang over and over.

Only one person ever called on that phone. Dreykov. A russian, you assumed from hearing him speak it on the phone sometimes.

Your mother starred between you and the phone for the time that it rang, waving her hands for you to stop looking at her and go out with your food. You shrugged, going off to get the food that sat on the table where you usually ate.

Taking yours and Nakia’s plates, you made your way out of the door, seeing that Nakia had moved closer to the door of your house.

As soon as you were out of earshot, your mother answered the incoming call. A pointless wait as her voice projected loudly enough for you to still hear her very clearly at her volume.

“Dreykov!” She pretended to be cheerful. Her conversation proceeded in Russian, which she refused to teach you out of “love and care for your growing brain.”

She always told you that a growing mind didn’t need extra pressure from another language. You had many reasons to differ, considering that she had taught you many other languages. You could tell that she just didn’t want you to know what she said on the phone with the strange Russian man.

“Dreykov!” you mimicked her expression as you handed Nakia her food. She went into a fit of laughter at your scarily accurate impersonation of the woman, taking the plate graciously and beginning to gouge on the meal.

Having less manners with just you around, she spoke with her mouth full. “Who is that anyway?” She asked when you’d sat down next to her and her laughter had subsided. You sat closer to her whispering for precaution, “I’m not sure. Ma argues with him on the phone a lot. Something about me I think. But I don’t know.”

Nakia nodded, pretending to be calm and understanding, but really she found that to be worrying. Shashi, your mother always scared her for some reason. She had a suspicious aura that surrounded her, making Nakia feel like she needed to be cautious around her no matter how nice she seemingly was. It made her feel like she needed to protect you too.

Knowing how sensitive you were about Shashi, she never once brought it up in the years that you had been friends. Instead she was polite and pretended to have the same fondness for your mother as you did.

Shashi was your adoptive mother. She took you in as a baby when your biological mother left you in her home village in the border tribe and fled inland with your father. Although she was from the river tribe, she took you, an orphaned border tribe baby, into her home and had loved you as if you were her own for 12 years, alternating between the river and the border. Nakia felt like this kindness made you sort of blind to the suspicious things about her.

She had a history outside of the country, Nakia knew clearly from the international contacts, but there was a lot missing from her story that nobody in the border lands or the river tribe village would ever tell Nakia about.

Nakia had only seen the woman do good things, so she tried to refrain from saying anything about her feelings towards her to you.

Shashi was always the first to take you and her to places when you wanted, and she cared for you in ways that kept you as her top priority. Nakia cared for you a lot too, and if that meant tolerating a scary woman for the remainder of her life for her best friend, the twelve year old was willing to do it.

You heard your mother speaking, gradually more aggressively in a mix of Russian and English, already imagining that her hands were in fists, but you forced yourself to stop thinking about her and Dreykov, seeing that Nakia stayed silent besides letting out a hum once you had explained.

Nudging yourself onto your friend, your previous playfulness returned. “You know I was about to win, right. My Ma is the only reason you had the chance.”

Nakia’s serious face morphed into a happy but disbelieved one. “The only reason? HA!” she let out a chuckle, more real than the words and you smiled seeing her smile. “Your grip would have loosened soon enough, and I would have done the same thing and won.”

“Your face didn’t seem to think so. You looked quite worried, Kia”

She shook her head in denial, refusing to admit it. “That was my temporary thinking face. I was thinking.”

Seeing your face, she nudged you with her body . Rolling her eyes, “Why do you even care? You want to be a historian out of all things. It won’t matter to you so just let me have the win.”

“Nakia,” you said seriously,”What kind of friend would I be if I let my future Dora Milaje friend think that she won a fight when it was just because of a distraction?” you teased, prompting her to push you harder in annoyance.

“I’m not going to be a Dora!” she groaned.

“I’m just giving you options. You’re amazing at battle and combat, Kia. Use it.”

Her cheeks flushed at that, “I don’t know. I want to help people. People who need it, not just the rich monarchy that are under no threat most of the time.” she said. You let out a fake gasp, and clutched your heart, careful not to make a mess on your clothes.

“Don’t let the elders hear you say that, Nakia.They will say you have insulted great honour and punish the both of us.” you joked.

“I’ll just tell them that I respect the honour but I want no part in it. I just want to do more than that, you know.”

“No, I understand. You’re too good to just guard the palace royals. You have a world to save.”

Nakia smiled, loving how understanding and encouraging you were. She thought you could be much more than a plain old historian, but you seemed to really want to do it, and you supported her outlandish dreams, so she played along. She planned to stick with you if you became anything, really.

“Well yo-”

“-I know I’ve kept her away for twice as long as I said but I don’t think she’s ready! She’s only a child!” your mother’s near yell through the phone rumbled around, probably being heard by most of the village.

Concerned, the two of you stood up and walked into the house with your empty plates.

“Ma?” you questioned as you and Nakia went to wash your hands. You looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her. She never yelled. Ever.

Your mother huffed and hung up the phone only to plaster a smile on her face and go towards the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten the two of you.” she said.

Nakia dried her hands after washing them, looking at you for direction as to what to do. Shashi was having a moment, much like many that she had in Nakia’s eyes, but this one was different.

“Ma… what happened?”

“Nothing,umntwana wam.(my child)”

“Ma?” you tried again.

“Y/n, I said it’s nothing!” Shashi raised her voice.

Nakia watched the showdown of glares that went between you and your mother.

“I-I’m going to go now.”

You looked in Nakia’s way, “ No, don’t. We still have time before sunset.”

Your mother cleared her throat, prompting the both of you to look at her.

“I think Nakia’s right. It’s getting late and she still has to walk home.” your mother said. You looked at her in a confused way. “ She lives less than 5 minutes away, Ma.”

Nakia watched Shashi give you a glare, and decided to start her journey. She got her bag that she came with and greeted your mother.

She hugged you as you stood outside, arms crossed in frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry.” you kissed your teeth at that.

Nakia let go, her eyes telling you to fix your attitude. “I’ll meet you at the river in the morning. I promise.” she said.

Holding her hand out, she put her pinky finger out. “Love is beautiful?” she smiled at you waiting for you to respond.

You uncrossed your arms, put out your pinky, smiled, and happily replied, “friendship is better.”

The two of you linked fingers, and gave a half-wakanda salute with your other arms.

Once you let go, Nakia went on her way home.

You turned towards your house when Nakia seemed far enough to be close to her house.

You walked in smiling, ready to apologise to your mother for your sulking earlier on. You were met with her at the door, face tight and sorrowful.

“Get your things. We’re going somewhere, tonight.” she said.

“Where are we going?” you asked, with a bag in your arms, as you walked with your mother. She had rushed you, only letting you get a few of your belongings so that you could leave to go somewhere, but she had failed to tell you where you were going.

“The Border-Lands.”

“Oh.” you said excited. You visited your birth village often, so you were familiar with the Border-Lands. The only difference was that it was never this late when you started travelling there.

“Who are we visiting?”

“Y/n, I don’t have time for questions. We have to get there quickly.”

You wanted to ask why you didn’t just take a quinjet there if it was so urgent, or even an evening train, but you didn’t want to make her more antsy.

You walked with your mother, letting her take your hand as you walked through the different lands towards the border of the country. You took in the darkening night sky, looking at the full moon that followed you as you walked. The wind blew east, pushing you away from your destination.

Halfway there you felt the grip of your mothers hand tighten, and your heart skipped an unexpected beat. You grew more wary of what she was doing, and your gut could feel that something was wrong with your mother.

Memories of Nakia and T’Challa being suspicious of your mother came to mind. They tried to hide their fear for the woman, but it was always obvious. Nakia couldn’t hide her feelings at all. You heard her whisper a thing or two about how scary your mother seemed and how she thought that your mother was strange all of the time, but she never said anything to you directly.

The most you ever heard from her was a few months ago, when you came into the palace just after she and T’Challa had. She spoke in a whisper to him. “I think that Shashi has a secret past. One that not even Y/n knows about. “

“What makes you think that?” T’Challa said

“She just looks dangerous, and I know that she is not the person that she pretends to b-” you walked in at that point and she had stopped talking, going in to hug you like nothing had happened.

You went along with it, understanding why she didn’t think she could tell you about her thoughts. You didn’t believe them and it would be a waste of time trying to convince you of anything.

The only thing that ever made you want to confront her about it was the looks she gave her when she thought you weren’t looking. She looked scared straight.

You didn’t think that your mother was scary but the memory of her looking at her like that made your heart pound at the tightness of her hand around yours.

At the beginning of the Border-Land Village, your heart raced in dread and you had to ask again.

“Ma…where are we going?”

She sighed, finally looking at you for the first time. Tears developed in her eyes as she stopped and held on to your shoulders.

“Y/n, you know that I love you, my child.”

“I…do.” you hesitated.

“Well, I’ve done some bad things in my past. Very bad things. I come from a place nobody should ever be. I grew up there and when I was finally old enough, I was given the option to leave. I left, and I was free, but it came at a cost.” Her grip was inescapable now, and you felt your other hand reaching to try and slip out of the grip.

“Ma?” you asked.

“Y/n, I’ve made some bad decisions.”

The two of you got closer to a large object, one that looked oddly similar to something you had seen on tv.

“Ma! What’s going on?!”

“Please understand that I had to, Y/n. I had to.” with that she took your arm and used it to lift you up. She threw you onto her shoulder and bolted towards what you now saw was a helicopter that held a man in it.

“Let me go! Ma!” you protested, trying to get her to let go but she was strong. A lot stronger than you would have ever assumed. She was a tall woman, sure, but she had always played a very frail role. One where she could never have lifted you up, but she did it so effortlessly now.

You scratched her all over, using your teeth and nails to dig in wherever you could.

The helicopter came into full view, and a pudgy white man smiled obnoxiously as he approached you and Shashi.

You could feel that your energy was lowering, the walk having tired you out already.

"There she is!" He laughed out as she finally let you down but kept you in her grip.

"This is the final thing I will do for you. I'm done after this." Your mother said, looking directly at a large bag that he held.

You exchanged a look with him. The brief second of eye contact sent chills down your spine.

"You made this decision, not me." He threw the bag at her and it landed on the floor.

She stared it down, as if analysing if he was being truthful.

"Open it."

He grew confused, "Do you really think I would trick you, Sashi?"

You looked at Shashi, growing more scared that the content in that bag was only made of wrongdoing.

She spoke in Russian, directing him towards the bag.

He grumbled, but relented and walked to the bag, unzipping it to show dozens of wads of cash stuffed inside.

Seeing this, the grip on you was immediately released and you were practically thrown to the man.

You left no time to spare, and tried to make a run for it. You escaped him easily but she was quick to chase you down to the ground.

"Y/n. Don't fight this!"

"I TRUSTED YOU!"

"I'm sorry." She attempted while she held you down as you kicked and screamed.

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D TAKE CARE OF ME!"

"I DID!"

"YOU JUST SOLD ME!" You hand slashed her face and your nails dug in hard. 4 lines of blood dripped down her face, symbolising every nail besides your thumb, which left a bruise.

A hand touched her face, and when she saw the red, she lost it.

Grabbing you straight by the arms, she threw you off the ground, and into the man's arms. He shot your restless body with something. A sedative, you realised.

A single tear fell as you looked at her, "I'll never forget!"

She mouthed something, but you were in the vehicle before you could see, going for your necklace, you realised that it was gone. You'd lost the matching necklace that you had gotten with Nakia.

The tears started to flow, your need for saving, setting in.

'Nakia was right.' You thought.

Slowly fading out of consciousness, the man turned to you as you sat in the helicopter and you flew off.

"My name is Dreykov."

The Next Day…

Nakia woke up with dread. Her heart pounded through her chest and her breathing was fast and constrained. Her body felt uneasy and her head was cloudy. She couldn't help but feel like there was something off.

Staring into the sun through the window, her skin absorbed the little energy that it gave her. Then it clicked. THE SUN. Why was it out? What time was it? Looking at the clock on her beads, she was indeed late.

She threw her sheets off of herself and rummaged around getting ready to go to the river. It was headed to midday already, and you had agreed to meet before the sun even rose. She knew you would be upset, if you were still even there.

“Mother, why didn’t you wake me up? You knew I was going to the river today” she complained to her mother when she finally left her room- ready to leave. She went to the kitchen to pack food. She took only the things she knew that you loved, knowing that she would need to butter you up if she were to arrive so late.

“This child,” her mother said to herself. “I woke you up and you shrugged me off and told me to go.”

Nakia took no time to argue with her own mother, needing to go to you before you forced her to admit that the previous day had been a faulty win just for you to forgive her.

“Bye, Mother.” she said, rolling her eyes at the woman’s smirk.

Nakia tied the large bag that she carried to her side and ran to the river, needing to save time. The trip wasn’t long on foot for a growing teenager, but it still left her winded by the time that she had arrived at the East edge where you would usually meet.

To her disappointment, you were not there when she arrived. She looked around to see if you had possibly hidden to scare her at the split second like you did sometimes. You weren’t behind any trees, nor had you travelled north of the river to fish while waiting. You hadn’t even gone for a swim in the river, the shore having no trace of recent steps besides Nakia’s.

“Y/n!” Nakia attempted to get your attention. Maybe if she declared her apologies publicly you’d stop messing with her.

“I know I’m late. You can come out now. It won’t happen again.”

“She’s not here, Nakia!”

Nakia turned to see Sumbeh, a village elder fishing on a boat nearby. Nakia grew saddened that you had decided to leave but she understood. She would meet you at your house.

“Did she go back home or towards the palace?!” she yelled out towards him.

“She never came,Nakia! I’ve been here since before dawn and I didn’t see her here not even once!”

Nakia’s eyebrows creased together and she audibly huffed out. “Thank you, Uncle!” she said, not trying to show her concern to him. He was a busy man who was on the brink of retirement. She didn’t want to put unnecessary stress on an old man’s heart.

Taking her bag, she walked from where she came from, but hesitated when she needed to turn to go to your house. Her head told her to run when she approached. A foul stench came from the inside of your home through your window. Alcohol.

She went up and knocked on the door, waiting for whoever was even still alive in a place that smelled like a dead person. Shashi was quick to open the door in an antsy manner, only to breathe out seeing that it was only Nakia.

“Oh um- Molo Ma’Shashi. Is Y/n home? I missed her at the river and Sumbeh said that she never arrived in the first place.”

“She’s not here.” the older woman croaked, voice hoarse and wobbly. Only then did Nakia look up properly to see the state of the woman. 4 large swollen scratches on her face.“Ma’Shashi, are you okay? Do you need me to come in?”

The woman shook her head. “I’m fine, child. Now, go. Y/n isn’t here.”

“Do you know when she will be back? I bought good food and I can’t eat it by myself.”

That struck a nerve with the drunk, “Go eat that with T’Challa. Y/n will be gone for a while. Go! GO!” she screamed, scaring Nakia off.

“This woman.” Nakia said, rolling her eyes while walking away. “I was just asking a question. So rude.”

Nakia felt something was off, and she wouldn’t let it go that easily, but if going to the palace would take her away from Shashi, she would take the day off and ask you what was wrong with her when you came back.

On Monday the next day, you weren’t at school in the morning, and Nakia was forced to sit with the kids that didn’t even like her. She sat in her first class, Writing, and started her essay on her favourite new piece of technology for kids.

‘My favourite new piece of technology for kids is… Y/n is so inconsiderate sometimes. I went to her house and had to face Shashi by myself and she didn’t even try to find me yesterday.

I love it because… I love the girl, but she needs to warn me when that woman drinks.

I would make it at… Let me stop complaining, she’s not the person I’m mad at really. I’m angry at T’Challa. He clearly cheated while we were sparring yesterday. General Zola scared me with her training voice and I got distracted. Maybe that is how Y/n felt. I’ll have to apologise to her. Whenever she shows up of course.’

Her writing was cut short when the teacher cleared her throat and called for the class's attention.

“Everyone. Your parents are coming to pick you up early today, as we are cancelling the rest of this week’s lessons due to some unfortunate news that they will explain to you at home,” she started, “Everyone will wait here until their parents come and then those of you who...”

Nakia had turned to face up to listen but her mind zoned out halfway through. Class had never been cancelled before.

As the teacher spoke, she specifically looked at Nakia, giving her eyes full of sorrow. Nakia looked down feeling that the stare was becoming unsettling.

While the others celebrated, she sat, plotting the speech that she was going to give you when you were back. She wanted to reprimand you about abandoning her so suddenly, but she knew that she couldn’t stay mad. Her mind occasionally swayed in the direction that thought that something must have been wrong, but her head told her not to worry.

Time came and went and her mother hadn’t come to pick her up. The clock had nearly reached noon by the time that Nakia was left alone with only the teacher there, everyone having gone with a guardian or with someone they knew.

“Nakia…” Ms. Lenowa called, waving her over to her desk. Nakia groaned and dragged her feet to the teachers desk. The day was getting hot and she just wanted to be home playing.

“Your mother is about to arrive now. We are going to take you somewhere and talk.”

“Why? Did I do something?”

“No, but what we need to discuss is very important and will be big news for a young child like you. We want you to be with people that you trust when you find out.”

Nakia sighed, “Okay.”

In no more than another hour, Yaa had arrived and she and Ms. Lenowa were taking Nakia into the river tribe village.

They travelled to the edge of a river, to a section that was unoccupied. Yaa laid down a blanket and let Ms.Lenowa sit, as well as Nakia, before also sitting down facing Nakia.

“Mother, what is going on?”

“Nakia…my child.” her mother took a shaky breath, ”Do you know why we never moved out of the village to go to the city despite me working there?” Yaa paused, but not long enough for her to respond.

“It was because I saw how much you loved being close to the river with Y/n.”

“It reminded me of the childhood that I had with Owa.” she looked at Ms. Lenowa, or Owa, the best friend that she had grown up with.

“We used to play on this side of the river, where nobody could disturb our play. We would laugh together, just like you and Y/n. Watching the two of you grow up I loved watching the two of you build that bond.”

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Nakia wiped a tear that fell down Yaa’s face as she thought back to her earlier days.

“Nakia…” Owa took over, seeing as her friend wasn’t ready to say the words. “Shashi called today. She told us some bad news.”

“What?”

“Y/n… Y/n’s no longer with us. She has gone to be with the ancestors.”

Silence filled their surroundings, and the moment was still. Yaa let out a sob at the words, seeing her daughter’s mind searching for any appropriate answers. She immediately went to hug her daughter.

“No,” Nakia breathed out, her tone in complete disbelief.

“If she’s with the ancestors then she’s dead. She can’t be dead Ma. I just saw her a few days ago. She was fine. How can she be dead?”

“She’s dead, my love. I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

Nakia threw herself off of her mother, standing up off of pure adrenaline. Tears fell and her throat grew tight. Her skin began to crawl and her body came to a defence.

“No, Ma! Don’t say that! She can’t be dead! She can’t just be alive one day and gone the next. That’s not how it’s supposed to work!”

“Nakia, please!”

“No Aunty, Owa! She’s not dead! I’ll ask her mother myself. She’s got to be wrong.”

“Don’t Nakia. The woman is grieving.”

‘She can’t be grieving, because if she’s grieving then I’m grieving but I’m not grieving because she’s not dead.’ Nakia thought as the tears intensified.

“Nakia? Are we understood?”

“Yes, mother.”

The two women let Nakia stand in her world, staring into the river. Nakia stood, watching as the river grew colourless, as well as the grass, the trees. In just a few minutes her world lost its colour. Everything real seemed fake and everything that should have been fake was somehow real.

There was no way that you were dead. You had a better chance at being Black Panther than dead. And although Nakia didn’t know if this was just denial speaking, she knew that she wasn’t dumb. Things weren’t adding up.

Days later, Nakia stood in King T’Chaka’s arms. While a few steps away T’Challa stood in Ramonda’s arms as they all looked out into the garden. They then sat on the ground, looking at the view, as tears fell down all of their faces, even the King.

News had travelled quickly, and everybody around seemed to know about your untimely death. Shashi was on the national news ready to spread the lies that she had found you dead at her home on Sunday morning. The whole of Wakanda felt pity for the single adoptive mother that was also a friend of the royal family.

Nakia was quiet as she watched the news initially in her mothers arms at home, but as soon as she was taken to the palace and was able to escape, she was very clear about her speculation.

She had cried out to the royal family, telling them that something was severely wrong; that Shashi was up to something. Ramonda had stopped her rambling, hugging her and allowing her to breathe and calm down.

T’Challa had been with T’Chaka when the 4 got together, and he had clearly also been crying. Nakia tried once again to explain what she thought was going on, but her words clearly got to T’Challa and he lashed out at her.

Ramonda took T’Challa while T’Chaka took her and they sat on opposite ends, doing nothing.

Nakia cried. First because she had upset T’Challa, then because nobody believed her, and finally because she was starting to think that she was the crazy one.

“I’m sorry for upsetting him. I just wanted him to know that I think something is wrong.”

“What do you think is wrong Nakia?”

“Shashi, my king… I don’t have proof but I have this bad feeling about her, and I had a terrible dream that Y/n screamed for her a few nights before she died.” Nakia choked at the words ‘died’, not having said that in reference to you yet.

“Is she really dead, T’Chaka?” she asked him, trusting him more than anyone at that point, “Or am I just crazy?”

T’Chaka sighed, not knowing what to say to the twelve year old that seemed to have the worst case of denial in the eyes of her mother. He wanted to say that she was right, but that would only stir things as a king, and he didn’t need that.

“I think that we have to accept some of what has been proven to us in this life Nakia. We cannot reverse death.” she deflated at his words but then he leaned in and whispered, “but I also think that you should never ignore signs and gut feelings because in them lay warnings and hidden truths.

I can’t tell you that Y/n is alive because that would be lying, but if you have a feeling that there are some pieces missing from this, then I say go look for them.”

Nakia nodded, taking that as a hidden message for her to keep looking into Shashi and her hidden past.

“Thank you. I think I’m going to go home. Just to help my mother with the funeral plans.”

The king nodded and let go of her, looking down at her with eyes of compassion but also of warning. Knowing Nakia, T’Chaka knew that she would go searching where danger lay.

“We’ll see you there.”

Nakia nodded again and turned, walking out of the garden passing by T’Challa who still looked quite distraught.

“I’m sorry.” she mouthed to him, before greeting Ramonda and going home.

It was agreed that your funeral would be held in the Border-Lands, where you were born. Too many people were there in Nakia’s eyes. People who were never there for you in your real life.

Nakia had anger in her more than sadness as your coffin was brought out by random people that were supposed to be family but clearly were just Shashi’s old friends.

Nakia observed how 4 of these people held up your supposed body in the coffin, while there really only needed to be 2 doing it- telling from the distributed weight that was being carried by all 2. You were nearing your teenage years, your body would never be that light when included with the weight of the actual coffin. Nobody else seemed to notice that.

The coffin was clearly too small to have ever fit your body if it had ever been put in there too, and nobody seemed to point out how if you were to be put in that coffin, your feet and a large chunk of your leg would have been left with no space to fit.

Nakia knew that it wasn’t paranoia with the coffin. You were too tall to fit in it, and for Shashi to not even try to lie well was just a different level of disrespect from her.

Nakia hadn’t spoken to her since the Sunday when she found her drunk. Yet another thing that didn’t add up. If you had died that Sunday morning, why hadn’t she mentioned anything to her. Or better yet, why had she lied and said you were just gone when you were really dead.

The woman’s story never seemed to add up, yet she sobbed her eyes out as the funeral went on, and she cried when you were lifted into a quinjet.

Nakia watched as the woman looked like her world had shattered, yet still she couldn’t seem to feel sympathy for her.

On the other hand, T’Challa kept to himself as he cried next to his mother and father, choosing to still not talk to Nakia after the palace events.

Yaa wrapped her arm around Nakia for most of the ceremony, but left once help was needed to set up the celebration portion of your funeral, where your life would be talked about all around and your life would be commemorated. While more people went inland, Nakia stood still where she was.

Footsteps approached and Nakia looked to her left, only to see the woman she despised most.

“Shashi.” she said, not bothering to show any form of respect.

“Nakia, your mother tells me that you have some things that you want to say to me that I should be prepared for.”

Nakia looked up at the woman with the still fresh scars covered by makeup. She wanted to ask what happened but she knew that the woman would lie.

“Not really.” but then a thought crept up in her head, one that she couldn’t let go of.

“Actually… I have one question. Who is Dreykov?” the older woman immediately tensed, eyeing the girl like she’d sworn.

“Nobody that you want to know, little girl.”

Nakia grew more confident that he was involved. “She’s not dead, is she?”

“She is gone, Nakia!”

“Say the words and I’ll believe you. Say Y/n is dead and I’ll leave it.'' Nakia looked for any sense of honesty in the woman's eyes. For anything that could help her find you or at least find out what happened to you.

“She is gone.” Shashi said, and then proceeded to walk to where the others were.

Nakia turned and walked the other way, not wanting to be near people who wouldn’t help her. Her evidence was piling up and soon she’d have you with her.

With her head held down, she thought back to the happy last day that the two of you had. And all of the ones before that. The laughs that her mother said resembled her childhood days.

Tears formed for the first time through the whole day. What if she didn’t find you? She needed you to be back with her, because you were the one who was with her for her favourite memories. Memories that she didn’t have enough of. She cried thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to make more memories with you. She needed more time with you.

‘Love is beautiful.’ she thought to herself. Your voice rang in her ear. “Friendship is better.” you said in her head. Just as she heard your imaginary voice, a glimmer came from the ground, and Nakia finally became aware of what she saw.

It was a necklace. Your necklace. And it was covered in blood, much like the ground that surrounded it.

Someone had clearly tried to hurt you. But it had to be someone you trusted, because there was only blood at that specific point.

She picked up your necklace, and placed it in a pocket, before going back to her mother, making sure to mark where she found it so she could come back.

5 YEARS LATER

“SHASHI, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Nakia screamed as she pounded on your childhood home’s door, demanding to see your mother. She’s been waiting for over an hour, screaming for the constantly drunk woman to open her door so that they could have their monthly, scream off where Nakia pried for more information on your disappearance.

Shashi hadn’t ever really agreed to these conversations, but it had become a new normal for the two. Every month, Nakia would come banging on the door with new questions that she would ask the older woman, who always refused to answer them. Every now and then, she would slip up and give Nakia a piece of information that was either extremely useful or completely useless. It just depended on what time of the day it was, and how drunk Shashi was.

Nakia had tracked the two constants and figured out that she got the best information in the morning before the sun had struck 12 o’clock, but only on days where the woman was extremely drunk.

The door swung open and the drunkest drunk of Wakanda came out of the door, hobbling around.

“WHAT?” she yelled, leaning towards Nakia and nearly tripping over her own feet as she moved. Nakia barged into the house, her mind set on finding physical evidence without the woman being able to fight.

Just as she predicted, the woman barely noticed how Nakia moved from the door to the inside of the house,as she still stood looking out with anger like someone stood in front of her.

Nakia put down her bag and began the rummage. She went through your room years ago, so there was no point in trying that again, but now she targeted the older woman's things.

She had only 2 minutes at most before Shashi sobered up from the bright sun and found her out.

She looked for documents, phones, or any form of evidence that would help her find the people that she needed to find. She knew that you were taken out of the country. A discovery that was made only weeks after your funeral. She knew that you fought, and she knew that you weren’t told about it, because all of your stuff remained neatly in your room.

If Shashi wasn’t so troubling to deal with, Nakia would have just reported her to the authorities, but with little physical evidence, people would just think that she was having another denial breakdown like she had a few years before. She needed to find something that could either help find you or at least get Shashi prosecuted.

Something like the phone that she used to use when she talked to Dreykov. Nakia searched the room specifically for that, but it was nowhere to be found, something Shashi had probably discarded after committing her crimes.

The sound of a groan told Nakia that her time was up, the drunk was going to kick her out and continue drinking. The drinks never finished and the house smelled like somewhere where humans weren’t supposed to live.

“NAKIA! If you want to be a spy so badly, why don’t you become a war dog! Do the nation some good, instead of disturbing my peace.!” the woman wobbled into her room, with a fresh glass of whatever she mixed together to make sure she was knocked out before sundown.

“There is no peace here, Shashi. Only alcohol, that you never seem to run out of.” Nakia joked, receiving a glare from its intended target.

“Okay, sorry. Low blow, I just wonder how you afford all the alcohol when you haven’t worked since her death.”

“Ahh-ssah-sin muu- neee.” Shashi stuttered.

“What?”

“ASSASSIN MONEY, now get out of my house, before I tell your mother that you are harassing me again.”

Nakia rolled her eyes at the threat. The great angry Yaa was Shashi’s only escape. If her mother finding out that her investigation was still going on didn’t scare her so much, Nakia would have ignored the woman and continued pressing the issue, but it wasn’t important. She had gotten something. Assassin money. That had to be about Dreykov. So it was good enough.

“Fine, I’ll go. And maybe I will be a war dog. It would surely help stop people like you from selling children!” She covered her mouth at the realisation of her words mixed with the nod of shame that Shashi took.

“No-you sold her?!” Nakia looked at the woman, “YOU SOLD HER!”

“Nakia. GO!”

The teenager walked out, tears of both dread and fulfilment developing. She had finally started to figure it out, so she could find you. But you were sold, and who knew if you were still alive.

She immediately ran towards the palace, needing the best technology that she could get. Nobody minded her as she passed them by, running like she had places to be. That had just been the way Nakia acted most of the time since your funeral. She travelled like she always had to be somewhere. Like she was trying her best to escape the world that she lived in.

As she arrived, T’Challa stood in a room full of all the evidence Nakia seemed to have collected over 5 years. She had called along the way to tell him to review the old evidence. He had finally gotten onto talking to Nakia, after 2 years of not talking, and although he had doubts about Nakia’s half-decade-long obsession, he was always willing to help.

Nakia greeted him and then swiftly moved on to write down “assassin money,” on one of the holographic documents she had open.

“Assassin money?” the prince asked.

“That’s what I got from Shashi today. It has to be about Dreykov. I just know it.”

“Nakia, you talked to a regularly drunk woman at the height of her drunkenness. Are you really willing to believe that anything she says at this point would be valuable?”

“Yes.” Nakia said, moving herself around to another section of the room.

T’Challa sighed, seeing that he would have to have the conversation he didn’t want to have.

“Nakia…don’t you think that maybe you could be overthinking it?”

“How so?”

“Nakia, are you sure that you didn’t just get the measurements wrong on that day. You were young and it was your first big loss, what if you were just seeing things wrong and all of this is just you pushing the false evidence.”

“Do you not want her to be alive?”

“I do! I do…but there is a major difference between wanting and believing. I can want her to be alive without believing that she is.”

“ Well she is.” Nakia walked away from him, her mood suddenly more ruined now than when she spoke to the drunk.

“Nakia, i didn’t mean it like that.” the prince said, feeling like he did at 12, “She was my friend too. And if you think that she is alive, then I do too. I’ll help. Whatever you need, except helping you terrorise her mother.

I can’t do that, I have training.” he said the last part with a smirk.

Nakia shoved him and he laughed, allowing her to join. T’Challa loved poking fun of Nakia’s monthly meetings with her top suspect.

With the new evidence however, Nakia could feel herself making a decision on her life.

“I think I’m going to become a War dog.”

18 years later…

2 decades had passed since your disappearance, and many people had forgotten. That’s how it felt to you. An assassin whose only job was to kill who Dreykov told you to kill and leave no traces when you left.

Over twenty years of control, abuse and misery that was buried deep within yourself. Your mind constantly forgetting the bad memories while you worked. There was no place for guilt or regret of fear in an assassin’s life. You had to get the job done and pretend that nothing happened.

But when you got to go back to your house, the one that Dreykov gave you when you graduated out of the red room as the top assassin of your group, all that you did was try to think of those memories again. You wanted so badly to retrieve them from your head and remember what life was like before this, before your mother sold you. But you became less good at remembering and a lot better at forgetting. And with the new trackers and controllers that Dreykov had improved to keep the Widows in line, you never had much time to do so.

At the house, you were given time to eat, sleep and train. Right before he would send you out to kill. It was better treatment than most widows, as you didn’t have to go back to the red room to train, or to do anything. It was a part of a deal. One that you made more than a decade ago, when you had taken your place as the best assassin in widow history. After killing the president of a country that you no longer remembered, Dreykov granted you one gift, and that was to never have to see the room, or anyone from it ever again. You would work alone. No partners and no distractions. It was a deal you felt proud of, none having gotten one like that before.

You travelled the world and shot the most sinister, important people in many countries. Some who were evil, and some who Dreykov was paid to kill for fun.

You never asked questions, nor did you really care at that point. You thought you were happy, or at least less stressed than you used to be.

Over 20 years and it was yet another day where you were to kill someone for the fun of one of Dreykov’s clients soon.

It was farther, in a different country, so you’d have to wait to fly over before you could hatch out an appropriate plan of action. So you decided to take a break. The only break you knew. Ballet. You went to the studio in your house and put on your ballet slippers. They were worn out, unusable really, but you used them to train yourself to stand stronger than the average ballerina. You were taught to be the best performer, even if that meant that you were to dance on worn out shoes that hurt you.

You started your music, and began to dance. The routine was tight, and lacked error. Your technique, even in the presence of nobody, was like that of a dancer performing in front of a stage of thousands of people.

The only problem was that you weren’t alone. You could feel it. Someone’s eyes were on you. You approached the studio window and closed it, leaving the room to close every other window and curtain in the house so that you could inspect what was going on from the camera’s outside.

It looked like an assassination was coming early.

Nakia looked through the window and then immediately closed it when she saw the face. Your face stood across the street of the fairly abandoned neighbourhood in Italy. Your face just as beautiful as she remembered it to be, only less happy.

“T’Challa. She’s there. I just saw her. We found her.” she whispered to the black panther through her ear piece.

“Are you sure?” he asked, in the next room looking for the same thing that Nakia was. You.

“Of course, I’m sure. I’ve been looking for 23 years. I think I'd know if my life’s mystery had finally been solved.” Nakia said, annoyed at the question but also so relieved to see your face. It was only for a split second, and it had only been a glimpse but it was more than she had gotten since she was a child so she would take it.

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn’t realise that T’Challa had come back into the room she was in, and he was worried.

“Nakia, somebody just left that building, and they do not look like they were ready to give us any hugs of rejoice.”

Before anything could register, an explosion hit the building and Nakia and T’Challa went running out. T’Challa switched into his suit and grabbed Nakia, jumping down to the ground floor and then putting them down so that they could make a run for it. Smoke filled the premises and shots fired all around.

Nakia screamed as a bullet nearly hit her, only for it to only graze her arm.

T’Challa turned to you and saw that it was definitely you. Or at least somebody that looked exactly how you looked as a child just in adult form.

He took the bullets and used the kinetic energy absorption in his suit to send his own explosion towards you, knocking you off of your feet.

“Y/n!” He said as he looked at you, shocked that you were attacking them.

“Y/N!” Nakia ran to you on the ground, still in shock from the impact that the black panther suit had. You had never been knocked off your feet before, and you weren’t used to it.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” came dreykov’s voice in your ear, his tracking and controlling system catching that you were in hot waters and letting him know to check what you were doing as your next assassination was only scheduled for a few days from then.

“Nothing master. "You said in Russian, Nakia recognised it since she had learnt it as a war dog. She looked at T’Challa as she sat down next to you, and they both knew that you were not alone to your own thoughts.

You lifted your hand to your forehead and felt blood, your blood, on your hands. That was another first. Ready to grab Nakia by the neck and make her pay for ruining your perfect performance and then injuring you, you brought your hand to it, but you jolted at the intense shock that went through your body,

“What did you do?!” T’Challa yelled at Nakia, while coming to the two of you.

“I shocked her with my beads.” she said plainly, allowing her and T’Challa to lift you up and take you onto the hidden quinjet on the roof that had been in the sky for hours, waiting for you to be identified.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea? To take her back to Wakanda now. Did you see the way she spoke? She was talking to someone,Nakia. They could be controlling her. We can’t risk taking her back for them to follow.”

“So what do you suggest we do then, Prince.” Nakia rolled her eyes at the man trying to delay your homecoming. T’Challa sighed and got up to make a call, while she stared at you, holding your hand as you stayed unconscious.

“I’ve found you.” she whispered, letting the tears fall freely now.

“After all of these years, I've finally found you, Y/n. I wasn’t crazy.”

“You weren’t.” T’Challa said as he got back, coming towards the two of you as he went to hug his emotional friend. Over the years that he had been involved in helping find you, even he thought that what they were doing was crazy. But Nakia never did, and he could tell that Nakia really loved you during that time. She still told stories of your childhood together being the mischievous trio that interrupted the morning meetings.

Now all three of you were grown up, and there you were. Laying in front of him when he was sceptical for so long. He also breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his friend was back.

You all sat there for a few hours, while Nakia had to shock you a few more times, as they waited, but soon enough, another quinjet landed on the roof in secret, and the young yet brilliant Shuri came into the building holding a case.

“Shuri!” Nakia called as the girl got to them, and knelt, looking at the woman that she had heard so much about but had never met. She was in just as much shock as T’Challa had been, as most people truly believed that you were dead.

Shuri got to work, opening her case and spraying you with a red dissolving powered spray that made your face twitch, and your body become at ease.

The two non-science people looked at Shuri with questions in their eyes.

“It deactivates mind control.” she said. She got to work patching up your head wound.

5 minutes passed before you started to become conscious again, and when you opened your eyes to the three people that stood in front of you, and when you didn’t hear the voice that corrupted your brain, tears formed instantly.

“Kia…” you choked out at your best friend, now a woman looking at you with tears in her eyes.

You then looked to your left and saw your royal friend, “T’Challa…you’re the Black Panther, now.” He nodded and shed a tear himself, seeing your face express itself just like it used to.

You then looked at Shuri, feeling bad that you couldn’t name who she was.

“I’m Shuri, the one who decontrolled you. I’m T’challa’s sister.”

Your mind was overwhelmed, not only by the fact that T’Challa now had a sister, but by the fact that she had taken you out of Dreykov’s control.

Instinctively, you looked for a sharp object and stabbed your leg.

“What are you doing?!” Nakia screamed, wanting you to stop.

Removing the tracker chip that was inserted into your leg when you got to the room, you showed it to them before destroying it. Shuri was quick to help you wrap your leg while you just looked at everyone that was around you.

Your smile was slowly fading, and by the time that you were taken onto a quinjet with Nakia and T’Challa and his sister took the other one, your face had completely fallen and your breathing had turned uneasy.

“Y/n, are you okay?” she said. Seeing you fidget. You nodded, having no words for her, yet so many questions.

Hours later, the quinjets had landed, and you were back where you were born. Where you grew up. Where you were sold.

“I can’t be here.” you said stuck in your position sitting in while Nakia tried to take you out into the palace.

“Will he come for me?”

“No he won’t, y/n. He can’t do that anymore.” Nakia said, approaching you.

Not convinced, you stood to start the quinjet again. Ready to fly to the red room yourself before he could come and take you himself.

Nakia saw the panic attack coming, and came to you immediately.

“Hey, breathe with me…” she let you follow her breathing for a while before continuing, “ He will not come for you again, Y/n. Nobody will. I promise.”

Those words brought back pictures. Ugly ones. Of you in the red room. A gun in your hands, imagining the people who hurt you as you shot. The sudden image scared you, and you broke down crying. You let Nakia hug you, and soon you refused to let go of her. She held you, and rubbed your back as tears fell down both your faces.

“I’m home.” you cried.

“You’re home now, Y/n. And I’m here for you.”

The night sky glistening in Wakanda, as you slept in Nakia’s arms refusing to let her go, after Shuri had done some tests on you to see that you were in good condition,

T’Challa’s footsteps felt loud as he approached the house where it all started, his first trip there since months before you disappeared.

He knocked on the door firmly.

“Shashi! It’s T’Challa. Open the door!”

The house smelled better than Nakia used to describe it, no alcohol was being consumed now seemingly.

The door opened and Shashi’s frame came into view. She had grey hairs now, but she looked better than she had in the years that followed the ‘death’..

“My prince. What brings you here?”

“We found her, Shashi.” Shashi’s face fell immediately, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“She was never dead, and you knew that! When people hear this, things will not be good for you.” T’Challa turned and left, knowing that the Border Tribe elders were alert and prepared for her to flee so if she tried, it would be pointless.

He left the woman who had gotten too comfortable ignoring her past, suddenly scared for what was to come to light.

Author's Note: My Nakia Debut everyone. Part 2 will be out as soon as I get to writing it, but I am busy with school so don't be surprised if it's not this weekend or early next week

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fragcc · 1 year

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I need a melodramatic teen romance AU where Tim has been in love with his classmate and best friend – Conner Kent – for years and, just as he's preparing to finally confess, Cassandra decides to introduce her new boyfriend to the family and its none other than the same handsome, wide smiling boy he had always wanted to call his

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I came across your page and started reading your fics— they’re awesome!

I have a request:

Natasha and Yelena are kids, in the first year of their mission in America. Natasha’s still trying to get used to this new concept of feeling safe.

Natasha and Yelena share a room and it’s time for bed, but Natasha has a nightmare about Dreykov’s abuse (nothing graphic but I appreciate angst) and she accidentally wakes Yelena. Yelena, who has not yet experienced the traumas of the Red Room, is confused about why her big sister is so scared.

A/N: It has been such a long time since I wrote something for these two as kids 😂💗💗💗 Thank you so, so much for the request! I loved writing something with these two as wee younglings 😂💖 It's fun to go out on that limb and kind of explore something that is not a huge part of my collection of fics 🥰

I hope y'all enjoyed! 😊

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Natasha sat up straight in the bed, trying to hold back the scream that was threatening to rip itself out of her throat. It was clawing at her, and it took everything within her to keep it at bay. She was neatly hyperventilating with the pressure in her throat.

It was undoubtedly the worst nightmare that she had had since they had started living here in the mission house. Usually, while her nightmares were frequent, they never jarred her to the point of nearly screaming. She would usually only jerk awake with a flinch, taking a good look around the room to ground herself before going back to sleep.

However, this time, it was different than usual.

She held her throat, the strength of the choking sensation almost feeling as if someone had their hands wrapped around her neck.

It was only an illusion, a trick of her mind, but she still felt the cold terror running through her as the flashbacks sunk their talons into the forefront of her mind.

She hated the nightmares that were flashbacks of real things that had happened. She often had dreams of things that could possibly occur. The possibilities were endless with those, and she honestly preferred her odds in those situations than the ones that she already knew the outcome to.

Those were the ones where she was truly helpless. Truly hopeless.

She knew what was going to happen regardless of her best efforts, and she could only remain in utter terror as she went through the horrors that she had endured throughout her young life all over again.

Disgusting hands on her as they directed her to do things that no young child should ever have to. Whether it be murdering other little girls in cold blood or other sorts of situations that were far worse and stuck with Natasha for much longer. Those sorts of situations left her feeling like she could never scrub the sensation from her skin.

Natasha rubbed her face, trying to ground herself, and she ran her hands over her arms, almost shivering as she attempted desperately to pull herself together.

“Natty?” a small voice questioned.

Natasha instantly flinched hard, gaping at the small person standing at her bedside as she remained wide-eyed. It had taken everything in her not to reach for the concealed knife underneath her pillow that she still tended to keep there even after about a year of living there in supposed safety, and she instantly found herself in utter horror at even the mere implication of possibly pulling a weapon on the little girl there next to her.

Yelena was looking up at her, eyeing her carefully.

Despite only being four years old, Yelena was surprisingly intelligent. She of course did not pick up on all social cues, but she succeeded in understanding quite a few.

“You okay?” Yelena asked, her sweet honey-greens glowing in the dim light coming in from outside as the moon shone in on them and illuminated their forms. Natasha swallowed hard, blinking hard as she tried to pull herself together.

“What are you doing awake?”

“You were talking,” Yelena simply explained, and Natasha rubbed her face, hating herself for waking this sweet child up. She then brought herself to look at the little girl and take in the sight of her more fully.

She looked so innately innocent in that moment that it almost hurt Natasha to even look at her. Her blonde curls were tousled and her adorable, chubby cheeks were puffed a bit as she looked at Natasha through sleepy yet concerned eyes.

“You have bad dreams?” Yelena questioned, not fully being able to exercise grammar.

However, Natasha thought that she did considerably well for her age considering that she had not had to endure slapping for use of improper language.

“Are you scared?”

“N… No, I’m fine,” Natasha hesitantly lied.

While deception came second nature to Natasha, she always had a hard time being able to lie to Yelena.

On one hand, she had no qualms about lying to her in order to shield her from the harsher sides of life. However, in times like these, some part of her wanted to accept the vulnerability with the only person in the world that she could afford to be that way with.

“You look scared,” Yelena pointed out, and Natasha paused, looking at her as she met those concerned eyes. Natasha wet her lips, deciding what she was going to say as she thought it all through.

She ultimately decided that as much as she wanted to be vulnerable with Yelena, she could not. Yelena was a little girl and someone that Natasha had come to view as well as accept as a little sister. Natasha had to be strong for her.

Natasha took in a breath.

“I’m fine, little one…”

“Can I sleep with you?”

Natasha looked at her carefully, observing her without a word as she nodded numbly. Yelena wasted no time in trying to heave herself up onto the bed, and Natasha reached out, carefully helping her onto the bed as her gangly limbs wrapped around Yelena’s chubby baby body.

Yelena laid down on the bed next to her, and Natasha let her arm rest across Yelena with her hand smoothing across those wild curls.

Her eyes softened as she looked at her adorable baby sister that she loved so dearly. Natasha could not bear to think of Yelena suffering even a fraction of the horrors that she herself had relived that night.

Yelena was so precious. So delicate. She was everything to Natasha, and to imagine something happening to someone that was literally her everything was more than she could bear.

Natasha did not know how much longer that this mission was going to last. She had not been able to garner much from the conversations that she had managed to eavesdrop upon. She knew that they were nowhere near as far along as they should have been by now. However, this was largely because they were working on fully gaining the trust of everyone around them and becoming a well-known as well as respected part of the community without anyone knowing much about them.

It even was harder than it sounded to accomplish that.

Natasha just did not know what she was going to do. All she knew was that she could not let anything happen to Yelena. She would gladly give her life for Yelena if it meant that she would be free.

She was hoping it might not come to that, but that could have been too much to ask. She knew that she trusted Melina as fully as she could trust someone that was older than her and had as much experience with the Red Room as Melina did. She was hoping that maybe she would have some sort of plan.

As much as she hated to admit it, she actually trusted Alexei at this point. Not as much as Melina, but some part of herself trusted him more than she had ever trusted any man before. She was always wary of men because she knew they were oftentimes the greatest evil in the Red Room. However, Alexei had somehow managed to find his way into her heart. She hoped that maybe he would not let anything happen to them. He was the one that could truly protect them.

She knew that Melina was by no means defenseless and could definitely protect them as well, but Natasha was not entirely sure if she would fight. She saw the haunted, almost robotic look in Melina. She recognized it fully and she knew what it did to people.

Natasha knew their situation was hopeless, and so she was doing her best to think of something that she herself could do when the time came. But she was just a small girl and the idea of going out into the world with just her and Yelena was terrifying. Not as terrifying as going back to the Red Room, but it was still frightening because she had no idea how to function in the real world. She did not know how she could take care of herself and Yelena both.

She was in a hopeless, helpless situation with no clear answer.

Natasha was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts by a small, warm, almost clammy hand touching her much cooler skin on her face. She quickly met Yelena’s eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Yelena asked, and Natasha felt her throat clench as she realized that she was indeed crying despite her best efforts to fight the tears.

“I was just thinking. It’s okay,” Natasha assured her, her voice cracking just a bit. She cleared her throat softly and quickly in an attempt to cover it up.

“What were you thinking about?” Yelena questioned, still looking terribly worried, and Natasha considered her next words carefully before speaking up finally.

“I was just… I was thinking about how much I love you,” Natasha confessed, forcing the tears back despite the fact that she felt utterly raw right now with how fresh and painful that her emotions were.

“I love you, too,” Yelena replied. Natasha leaned forward hesitantly, her head pressing against Yelena’s as her larger nose softly rubbed against Yelena’s small button nose.

“I’ll always protect you,” Natasha promised, her every word filled with the vow of murder and protection. She would do everything in her power to make sure that Yelena would never have to live a life like her own.

“I’ll protect you,” Yelena assured her in return, and Natasha was instantly taken aback a little at the sincerity in Yelena’s small voice. Her youthful, innocent, loving gaze was almost more than Natasha could handle. It was more adoration than she thought that she could ever begin to earn or deserve.

And the fact that Yelena wanted to protect her, despite not being able to physically do it, meant the world to her. No one in her life had ever wanted to protect her. Her own mother had given her up like she was nothing.

But this small girl with nothing but love in her eyes and no real idea of what protecting even meant or what she would protect Natasha from meant every word of what she said. She wanted Natasha, and the idea that someone could want her— that actually did want her— was almost more than she could fathom.

Natasha closed her eyes, moving up a little as she shifted to bring Yelena into an embrace. Yelena moved with it. She doubtlessly did not know the significance of the hug, but she was more than willing to move with it, and it meant enough to Natasha for the both of them.

Thank you, she thought.

Thank you for loving me.

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the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 10: You said you’d never leave

Warnings: nightmares, discussions of time in the red room (and all that entails)

Word Count: 1.8k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha and Clint discuss finding Yelena (and all the ways it could go wrong).

A/N: The set up for tomorrow. For everyone who’s kept up and comments, my love for you is tenfold. It’s what keeps this going. Thank you.

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

2014

BUDAPEST

Isla sits and waits.

She’s going to give Natasha ten minutes.

The black widow scratches at her thigh and takes a sip of her Italian coffee.

Budapest is chilly, but not what she would call cold. It makes Isla smile that the city where Natasha made her escape, is the one she had chosen to reconnect in.

Nevertheless, it had given her an opportunity to go shopping and purchase a new identity and set of katanas.

She sees Natasha, her red hair tied back framing her face, a single braid.

Isla knew what that meant, someone is watching.

If more braids, a different communication system, one that only the Red Room girls knew.

A French braid vs a Dutch one, could mean the difference between safety and danger, but she didn’t think that Natasha still trusted that.

Still, Isla focuses on the world around her, the sounds of people talking, idle chatter, cars and then… tunes it all out, focusing on the widows approach.

Natasha had, of course, seen her.

Isla wonders what language she will approach her in and is unsurprised to hear the Russian safe words flow out of her mouth.

She nods, and answers appropriately.

“You wouldn’t prefer English? Hmm? Your new language and lack of accent are impressive, but I suppose that is what happens with immersion.”

The dig rolls off Natasha as she responds in Russian again, smiling and crossing her legs.

“Still as pernicious as ever.”

Isla rolls her eyes, not understanding the word, thinking she will have to look it up.

“The money is deposited,” Natasha nods, “tell me what I want to know.”

Isla looks around.

“You have a sniper trained on me?”

She waves to the right, a movement of her fingers.

Natasha looks around and sees the slight glisten off mirrors under the table.

“Of course,” she nods, “and I suggest you don’t move from your seat until twenty minutes have passed after I go, otherwise…” she makes a sign for explosions using her mouth to puff out sounds.

Isla laughs.

“I didn’t even feel it underneath me.”

Natasha leans forward.

“Tell me, where can I find her?”

Isla laughs again.

“Straight to the point. I’m surprised you didn’t look sooner. She won’t want to come with you, you know? She’s the Red Room’s heavy hitter, a killer with skill and style, no conscious, no remorse, the perfect assassin.”

“Much like you were, little Natasha, before you became a traitor,” she finishes.

She leans back.

“Do you think the Red Room went easy on her after all you did? Anyone attached to you was reprogrammed, sent to the hole, the scientists and to Odessa.”

“Do you think we didn’t get punished? They wondered where they went wrong when their best efforts resulted in a traitor.”

She rolls up her sleeves, showing acid burn marks that makes Natasha look away.

“Those closest to you, of course, got it worse, and Yelena? Well, even though she hadn’t seen you or known you for years, well, let’s just say, they made her stronger, performed more experiments on her.”

The words hurt the way Isla wants them too.

Even though Natasha’s posture doesn’t change, there’s a subtleness in the air, and no longer is Isla on the defensive.

“You want to know where your sister is?” she laughs, easily.

“She’s where she’s always been; where you’ve never wanted to go.”

She shrugs.

“The question is; will you do to get her back?”

Natasha regains composure. Subtle as it is, Isla feels the shift and focuses on her.

“As agreed, as paid for,” she says, voice low, “tell me where she is.”

Isla produces a piece of paper.

“How does it feel to know that despite your best efforts to get rid of the Red Room, it just moved to a new location with a new figurehead. Do you really think Dreykov was the puppet master? Killing him did nothing.

It just made them stronger, more malicious, more deranged. And we? We got caught in the crossfire. He was a buffer, using the Red Room more for his personal gain; when they came in, they used it how it was intended. For war.”

She takes a breath, feeling the vitriol pounding through her.

“Little girls doing the bidding of wealthy men. Trafficked and sold as good little soldiers. You sister. Me.”

She snarls.

“But it doesn’t matter to you, fighting aliens, fighting Hydra, what does it matter to the great Natasha Romanoff, the black widow of Russia; defector to America?”

Isla wants to stand and move but is aware of the pressure plate under her.

Natasha is right, they gave her money and they have her at cross hairs.

She makes her heart rate slow, realising how much composure she had lost in her tirade, and Natasha, just absorbing it with her sunglasses on, face neutral and legs still crossed.

“Yelena is currently on a mission in Singapore, she’s collecting information on the G8 summit being held.”

Isla finally passes her the piece of paper.

“You’ll find her there, but don’t expect to be welcomed back.”

Natasha takes it and stands.

“The second transfer will come when you leave,” she tells her, looking down.

“Oh, Natasha?” Isla holds her drink up.

“It’s been good to see you.”

Brows furrowed, Natasha holds up the piece of paper and leaves, disappearing into the crowd.

Isla sips her coffee, then picks up her phone.

“It’s done,” she says into it, then snaps it in half and throws it under the table.

“It’s a trap,” Clint says, his voice raising slightly, “she gets you riled up and wanting to go after them, and you go because you want to help her.”

He gestures to the hotel map and points.

“This has got to be the worst access, even if I sit on the tower across here, and watch any extraction, we’d need a whole team to get her out; and if we take a whole team; it’s an international incident - even if it has nothing to do with the G8 gathering.”

Natasha hums.

“But we have to try, she’s there? Maybe even if I can talk to her-“

“What? Convince her to do that? Defect?”

Natasha frowns at him.

“Yes? I mean isn’t that the end game? Saving her?”

Clint crosses his arms over his body, then raises them up in surrender.

“We can’t take a team, even if Tony or Steve go, they’d create publicity, and we can’t afford that, we need to go-“

“Not as ourselves,” Natasha finishes.

“It’s a trap,” he starts again, “what would be protocol, if they wanted to pick you up?”

She looks at the map and the surrounding areas.

“I don’t know, I can’t tell you what I would do, but who even knows if they were telling the truth.”

Pausing, Clint calls Tony.

He picks up on the second ring.

There’s a crash and he swears.

“Hello,” he says finally.

“Can you screen entrants into a country,” Clint asks, “that have come through in the last week and in the next two days?”

Tony scoffs.

“Of course I can.”

They hear him walking and a low hum of a machine.

“This is about her, isn’t it?”

Natasha sighs.

“Yeah, it’s Yelena. How long do you think it will take you?”

Tony starts typing, and they assume he’s setting up a program. He’s silent before he answers.

“Give me twenty four hours.”

Natasha nods and thanks him, then hangs up and sighs.

“What now?” Clint asks, looking at the map.

“Make a plan then try and sleep I guess,” she replies.

She lets Clint go to bed, her mind still swirling with a question to no solution.

If it’s a trap, if Yelena will come, if she will defect, if it really is all her fault, how the red room is still standing, what happened after she left.

Her mind is a mess of questions and she makes herself focus on one.

How to get in and out with Yelena.

Everything else, all the other questions can wait.

Into the hours of the morning, she goes over everything, the way in, the way out, getting in and out of the country.

Her back up plans have back up plans.

Somewhere around 3am, Clint pads out, eyes bleary.

“Come to bed,” he asks, “we have some big days ahead.”

Natasha knows it’s true. Her eyes have been closing for the last twenty minutes and she knows she needs to rest.

Brushing her teeth, she wonders if it will work, then follows Clint into bed.

Mind heavy, sleep consumes her, followed by dreams and then nightmares.

Yelena sits in a chair, she’s 5 and Natasha covers her mouth with duct tape.

“Shut up,” she tells her.

Scared eyes watch her.

The dream morphs and there a dead girl on her left.

Yelena is holding a knife, blood on her hands.

“Did I do it right?” she asks, and looks up to Natasha who looks down on her, horrified.

It morphs again.

Yelena chases Natasha, she catches her and pushes her down, hitting her as Natasha protects her face.

“Why?” she screams.

“Why?”

“You said you’d never leave!?”

Natasha drops her guard and lets her hit her.

She did promise, she deserves the pain.

The third hit she feels herself being shaken.

“‘m sorry,” she moans.

“Nat? Natasha?”

Light fills the room.

Then a cold breeze.

Natasha shakes the dream.

Feels it fade away.

Clint sits on the edge of the bed, waiting, but she has no words for the dreams that plagued her.

“Bad dreams?” he says redundantly, handing her water.

She takes it and nods, not elaborating.

He switches off the light and turns off the fan.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks in the dark.

Reaching across, he takes her hand and places it on his chest.

“I promised her I wouldn’t leave,” she whispers.

“But then you got ripped apart,” he says softly, “that wasn’t your fault.”

“I didn’t go looking for her, that is my fault,” she continues.

“Natasha,” he admonishes, “you did your best with the capacity you had.”

She’s not ready to hear it, rolls over and backs into Clint’s arms.

“You always thought Barney would come back,” she whispers.

“But he couldn’t, and he didn’t,” he whispers back, “and sometimes we can’t change the things that have happened and we can’t go back.”

Natasha sighs deeply.

“I know.”

“Doesn’t make it better though, does it?”

Natasha feels silent tears fall.

She shakes her head against the pillow.

“We’ll get her Nat. It’s not your fault, okay? We’ll get her.”

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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Lonely In A Crowded Room [Part Three]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Movie RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Reader, Red West, Billy Smith Marty Lacker, Original Female Characters, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis

Word Count: 3557 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: Have you ever felt alone in a room full of people?

Tags/ Warnings: Established Relationship, Marriage, Graceland, Living at Graceland, Kisses, Anxiety, Nudity, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis, Elvis Movie, Horse-riding, Kissing, Fingering, Birthdays, Birthday Party, Romantic Getaways, Loneliness, Migraines, Football, Elvis Playing Football is so hot I cant, Presents, Reader Can be Priscilla if you want, Arguing, Fighting, Flashing, Birthday Party, Security, Reader Dress Inspo, Reader Necklace Inspo, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Face Sitting, Unprotected Sex, Cabin Inspo

Notes: im obsessed with graceland at the moment but the idea of so many people coming and going in my house is my idea of hell. So i thought I’d write about it lolol

Final part. I liked writing E like this simultaneously cute af and hot as fuck

UPDATED 8/23

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

As the city skyline started to disappear into more rural surroundings and the radio became the most notable sound in the car Elvis spoke.

‘I shouldn’t have eaten all of that,’ he said with a sound of relief. He shifted in his seat and looked at me. I was looking at him now after spending most of the journey pouting and staring out the window, ‘you not talking to me?’ ‘I don’t know are you going to tell me what’s going on or are we just going to make small talk,’ I said raising an eyebrow. ‘I enjoy talking about anything with you honey,’ he challenged chuckling as my pout melted a little, ‘look I will explain but I wanna show you rather than tell you is that too much to ask?’ ‘So it’s nothing bad?’ I asked ‘Bad? Why the hell would you think it would be bad?’ he said his brow furrowed. ‘You said those nut jobs were around the house and Red and Sonny seemed amped. Then you and Jerry are being all secretive. What am I supposed to think?’ ‘Oh baby I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to worry you. I can promise it’s nothing bad.’ ‘Sorry,’ I mumbled, ‘I guess I put two and two together and got five.’ ‘Don’t worry I understand,’ he said falling quiet for a moment before he continued, ‘did you enjoy your birthday?’

The corner of my mouth turned up in a smile as I watched him glance at me every so often. ‘I did,’ I said, ‘you were right though I ate too much too.’ ‘That’s the problem with Lombardi’s it’s too good,’ he chuckled, ‘you like your cake?’ ‘Definitely, though I forgot to ask them to save some to bring back to the house.’ ‘I’m sure it’ll make its way back somehow. And I don’t know if we’ll have enough room for cake with all your presents,’ he smiled. ‘I’m a lucky girl what can I say,’ I smirked. ‘You deserve every single one,’ he smiled, ‘speaking of presents…’

He turned away from me as he glanced at a sign on the side of the road. It directed towards a long lane which he turned down and we started down a long winding dirt road which was lined by dense woodland. It was dark enough that I couldn’t see through the trees and the only thing illuminated was the short space in front of us as Elvis continued driving. Despite the unnerving outside Elvis seemed nonplussed as he hummed along to the music, his fingers tapping the top of the steering wheel. Eventually, the long lane broke into an open space which housed a cabin. He pulled up and parked beside it smirking at me as he climbed out without a word. I climbed out and found him hauling bags out of the trunk.

As he walked up onto the deck, I took in my surroundings. The cabin seemed to be the only thing around for miles and it had a back deck that flowed into a long yard that was cut through by what I assumed was an offshoot of the Mississippi. It was dim and the only light was the stars and a solitary lamp that was on at the front door. I didn’t have time to take it in properly though as I heard the jangle of keys and the door opening and turned to find Elvis ducking inside the cabin. I followed him watching as he flipped on the lights.

The cabin wasn’t too big. The main room was split into two providing a kitchen and living area. A large door at the back of it gave a glance at what I assumed was a bedroom. Elvis had dumped the bags by the door and was now standing in the middle of the living room, his arms spread wide as he grinned at me.

‘Ta da,’ he said. ‘What-’ I started as I walked towards him but he cut me off. He swooped in and wrapped his arms around me looking down at me with a smile. ‘Do you like it?’ he asked excitedly. ‘I do but…what is it?’ I asked making him chuckle. ‘It’s your present,’ he said as if it were obvious, ‘you said yesterday that you were sick of us never getting a moment alone so…here we are.’ ‘You rented us a cabin for the night?’ I said with a smile. ‘Honey, I bought you a cabin,’ he corrected laughing as my eyes went wide. He pulled out of our embrace and sat down on the couch pulling me with him as my eyes roved over every inch of the room.

‘I can’t believe you did this,’ I mumbled. ‘I don’t know,’ he said moving a hair off of my face, ‘it seems like just the sort of thing I would do.’ ‘Well you’ve never been one to miss out on extravagance,’ I giggled. ‘Understated is for the boring,’ he smiled. ‘But how?’ I said, ‘I mean I only told you all of that last night.’ ‘I called Jer early this morning. That’s why I had to go out. He rang round and found me a place and we drove up this afternoon and I bought it then and there.’ ‘It was like this when you came up here?’ I said noting the furniture that was already inside. ‘It looked a little worse for wear but Jer stayed here all day and made sure everything was as we wanted it,’ he said, ‘he’s the only one who knows we’re here too.’ ‘But Red-’ ‘Would never have agreed to letting us go somewhere without any supervision. Security blah blah,’ he said. ‘I bet his face was a picture when he realised you’d took off,’ I giggled. ‘Oh no doubt,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but Jer’s under strict instruction that he is not allowed to tell anyone where we are unless I tell him he can. So Red will just have to sit and stew.’ ‘Poor Jer,’ I said thinking of the grilling he was sure to be getting right now. ‘Hey it’ll teach Red not to barge in when people are changing,’ Elvis murmured. I smiled to myself. I knew I’d hit a nerve. Then he leaned in and kissed my jaw and down my neck, his hand caressing my side gently.

‘So…’ I said, ‘we’re alone?’ ‘Completely,’ Elvis murmured as he continued planting kisses against my skin. ‘No interruptions?’ ‘None,’ he breathed against my neck. ‘No one needing you?’ I asked stroking my fingers through his hair. ‘Just you,’ he said pulling back with a smirk. ‘Well Mr Presley,’ I said leaning in so we were an inch apart, ‘let me show you just how much I do.’

Elvis smiled and crashed his lips to mine. My hands fumbled with his shirt buttons as his tongue ran across my bottom lip begging me to let him in. As I let him a moan emitted from his lips causing the damp heat to worsen in my core. His mouth moved off of mine, back to my neck, nipping and kissing its way down as I worked his shirt off. His hands were all over me now, caressing every inch of me through the silky fabric that kept us from one another. Once his shirt was off he stood, pulling me off the couch and back to him so he could kiss me once more. His hands held my face as he kissed me deeply. We stayed there for a moment, enjoying each other before I pulled back and said breathlessly, ‘bedroom?’

‘Definitely,’ he said with a glint in his eye. I turned to walk towards it but he came up behind me, ensnaring me from behind and kissing my neck as we walked slowly to our destination. As we got inside he unzipped my dress, his lips following down my back as he yanked it off, leaving me in just my underwear in front of him. I heard a fumble of clothing and when he walked around me I noticed he was now nude, his erection resting against his stomach. He was a sight to behold. His hair was out of place from where I’d run my fingers through it, his lips were swollen from kissing me and his pupils were blown making his blue eyes look almost black.

‘So beautiful,’ he said as he sat down on the bed and his fingers ghosted down my arm before he hooked my underwear in his fingers and pulled it down. As I stepped out of them he grabbed my hand in his and pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again as his fingers undid my bra. I pulled back and shimmied it off moaning as his mouth captured my nipple as soon as it could.

‘That’s it baby,’ he said as he took the other between his fingers and pinched it gently. ‘Feels so good E,’ I moaned feeling my pussy throb with anticipation. ‘Gonna make you feel so good baby,’ he said as he moved back on the bed. Then without warning, he flopped down. I was sitting on his thighs, eyes closed, but I opened them as he disappeared. My hand reached down to touch his cock but he stopped me, his fingers around my wrist as he leant up on his elbow. Spotting my confusion he chuckled, ‘not yet honey.’ ‘But-’ ‘Let me make you feel good first. Bring that pretty ass up here,’ he cooed reaching up to stroke my cheek. I nodded.

I clambered towards him, my knees on either side of his head, hovering above him expectantly. I heard him chuckle at my eagerness and then I felt him kissing up my thighs until he planted one on my pussy. He didn’t start though, instead, his fingers teased through my slickened folds.

‘You’re soaked, honey. I haven’t even touched you yet,’ he said, ‘so eager for me.’ ‘Need you E,’ I said as a shock ran through me as his finger traced around my clit. ‘You’ve got me, baby,’ he said and then he buried his face in me. His tongue lapped at every inch of me, his nose nudging against my clit, causing pleasure to amp up in my core. I groaned as I rode his face, our movements soon becoming synchronised. ‘E,’ I groaned, ‘oh fuck.’

I was near coming undone. A whimpering mess above him as he alternated his movements between focusing on my clit and fucking my hole with his tongue. His arms were wrapped around my thighs, keeping me in place, and forcing me to do as he wanted. ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I whimpered receiving a hearty hum from him, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck.’

I said as white hot pleasure ran through me causing my legs to shake and me to fall forward. He lapped at me a little more and then lessened his hold allowing me to fall down onto the bed. He was at my side in an instant, hovering over me, his chin glistening with my juices.

‘E,’ I panted, reaching up to stroke his face. ‘Did I make you feel good baby?’ he said laughing as I barely managed to nod. The feeling was only just returning to my legs and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears but I didn’t care. He watched me with adoration. ‘Just need a minute,’ I said leaning up to kiss him. He kissed me back gently and for a moment neither of us spoke as we enjoyed the other.

Once the strength had returned back to my body I rolled him onto his back with gusto. He watched as I shimmied down so I was straddling his thighs smiling as I heard his breath hitch with anticipation. I grasped his cock and pumped him gently in my hand. I moved my hand up and down his shaft gently, enjoying the way his head fell back against the bed with a groan.

Then I shifted forward, running his tip through my folds before I lined him up against my entrance.

‘Do it baby,’ he said watching me as I inched him in slowly. ‘Fuck E,’ I said as he bottomed out earning a groan in reply. I moved up and down slowly until I settled into a rhythm. I was lost in the moment, my eyes closed as I caressed my own chest, playing with my nipples. He took control then, his fingers holding me in place so he could pound up into me. ‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered pulling me out of my haze. I obliged and my fingers teased around my clit, matching his rhythm and speed. ‘E,’ I panted as that second wave crept up on me. ‘Not without me mama,’ he said and I nodded. ‘Need it,’ I panted. ‘I’m with you baby,’ he said, ‘cum with me okay?’ ‘Okay,’ I whimpered. ‘Three…two…one,’ he said the last word coming out strangled as he shot inside me. My walls fluttered around him milking him for all he was worth. His hips faltered until they slowed and I pulled off of him, falling beside him exhausted.

As we caught our breath he pulled me into him and we lay in bliss for a moment before he spoke, ‘well, that’s put an end to that question.’ ‘What?’ I said with a small yawn. ‘You said unless we were alone we would have to quiet,’ he mused. I felt another blush creep up on me. ‘I was kinda loud huh?’ I giggled. ‘Hey I’m here for it,’ he said, ‘though I think if you did that at home they’d be able to hear you at the gate.’ ‘Maybe it might drive them away,’ I chuckled. ‘Maybe,’ he said kissing my temple, ‘we might have to try it.’ I nodded and yawned again. ‘Tired birthday girl?’ he asked and I nodded, ‘how about we shower and get you into bed?’ ‘Sounds like a good idea to me,’ I said. ‘Guess I’m just full of them today huh?’ he said. ‘You can say that again,’ I smiled earning myself an eye roll from him. I didn’t care. My boy had done good today.

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I woke late the next morning. The sun had long been out but had only just started to breach through the bedroom window as I stirred. I shifted realising that Elvis was pressed against me, his arm wrapped around me, clutching the chiffon of the nightdress I had changed into after our shower.

‘Mmm,’ he mumbled as I nestled against him. I shifted so I was now on my back and watched him as his eyes opened slowly. ‘Morning,’ I said watching him with a smile. ‘Morning,’ he mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss onto my cheek before his eyes opened properly, ‘what time is it?’ ‘A little after eleven,’ I said as I reached for his watch which was on my nightstand. ‘Woah,’ he mumbled, ‘don’t think I’ve slept that well in years.’ ‘Me either. The wonder of a bit of quiet,’ I sighed happily. Elvis nodded and leaned in to kiss me.

His hand cupped my jaw as he kissed me gently. We lay there for a moment until he pulled back watching me with a smile. I could feel him excited against my thigh and I reached down to touch him gently. He groaned and buried his head in my shoulder as I coaxed him to full length.

‘God damn Y/N,’ he whimpered, and then he rolled me onto my side and came up behind me. His fingers teased my hole before he shoved two of them inside me. I was slick but there was definitely a sting as he fucked me gently getting me ready for him. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering as removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He buried himself in me and though there was a little pain at the start it soon devolved to pleasure.

‘Oh fuck baby,’ he said. ‘E,’ I cried. ‘You feel amazing,’ he said kissing along my shoulders, ‘taking me so good.’ ‘Always,’ I breathed. He held one of my hands under the pillow as his other caressed down my body until he was teasing my clit slowly in match with his thrusts inside me. I was coming undone quicker than ever. ‘Oh Y/N,’ he whimpered as his orgasm hit us both by surprise. ‘Oh E,’ I whimpered. ‘That’s it baby girl,’ he panted as my climax washed over me. As I came down from my high he pulled out kissing just below my ear. ‘I love you,’ I mumbled, leaning back against him. ‘I love you too baby,’ he said kissing my shoulder.

I lay there for a moment. In my bubble of contentment. I didn’t want to move from here. Ever.

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‘Got everything?’ Elvis said as he stood by the door. I mentally ran through everything in my head and then nodded heading to the door. He grabbed the bag I was holding and headed out onto the porch. He placed the bags down and then waited for me to step out so he could lock the door. As he went to the car and started to load up I wandered over onto the back deck and looked out at the view.

It looked amazing. I hadn’t been able to appreciate it yesterday in the darkness of the night but in the evening sunset, it looked divine. The backyard was a neat patch of grass that devolved into trees and dense woodland on either side of it. Yellow and orange leaves had just started to hem the edges of the green lawn as the winter months drew in and at the edge of the garden it sloped off down to the river which was now yellow and purple on its surface as it reflected the ever sinking sun.

I watched as the river rippled past, slow and lazy. This would be a perfect family vacation spot. The perfect place for us to have friends and family over for a barbecue, as we did at Graceland. But as soon as that thought came into my head I shook it out. I didn’t want that. I liked the idea that we were the only people in the world who knew we were here. It felt better this way, more special.

I loved being married to Elvis. I loved my life. But I had meant what I said. I was done with being uncomfortable in my own space. Done with sharing him with the world. I wanted more. I wanted to be a married couple. Normal.

I needed to tell him.

As that last thought slipped from my mind I felt Elvis’ arms wrap around me as he pulled me close. ‘Damn that’s some view,’ he whistled. ‘I know,’ I said turning around, ‘I’m so lucky you found it.’ ‘Gotta thank Jer for that one honey,’ he chuckled. ‘I’ll make sure to thank him when we get back,’ I said. ‘Just not the way you thanked me last night okay?’ he chuckled making me roll my eyes. We fell quiet for a moment, the both of us looking out at the sunset and enjoying our last few simple moments together.

‘Seriously though,’ I said after a minute causing him to look at me, ‘thank you for this. It’s just what I needed.’ ‘I’m glad,’ he said, ‘I’d do anything for you you know that.’ ‘I know,’ I said quietly. ‘But?’ he said immediately catching there was something more behind my expression. ‘But I need you to promise me something?’ ‘What is it?’ he asked a furrow in his brow. ‘That this isn’t a one time thing,’ I said biting my lip. ‘Baby we bought a house,’ he chuckled, ‘not like I can forget that in a hurry.’ ‘I know, I know, I just…I want you to promise me that we’ll come back. Just the two of us. Anytime we need to. This can be like-’ ‘A fortress of solitude?’ he said with an excited expression as he explained to my confused one, ‘Batman has one.’ ‘Yeah, like that. I want us to be able to get away from everything if we need to. From everyone,’ I said. ‘It’s between you and me…and Jer,’ he chuckled. ‘Well I suppose I can’t argue with that,’ I smiled. ‘But you have to promise me something too.’ ‘What?’ ‘That you’ll tell me,’ he said looking at me with his piercing blue eyes, ‘when things are tough. Promise you’ll tell me that you need a lil space. I hate fightin’ with you, and I hate to see you unhappy.’ ‘I’m always happy when I’m with you,’ I reasoned. ‘Just all them other folks around huh?’ he chuckled hugging me close and kissing the top of my head. ‘They’re part of you,’ I said. It was easier to be more truthful now he wasn’t staring at me, ‘and I’ll always understand that. But sometimes I just get a lil lonely even in a room full of people.’ He pulled back and smiled sadly at me for a moment before he said, ‘you don’t ever have to feel lonely again. You got me.’ ‘Promise?’ ‘Promise,’ he said.

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