It's been so long since we've seen any King!Price!! Has he managed to make his ambassador the queen already?? 👀
he enjoys bullying you, likes the way your eyes flitting away from his and your voice softens into something meek and placating. he likes the way you avoid him, force him to exert his authority over you with each summons. he likes that you still seem to think you could run, that you could find some way to save yourself from what could be a very... pleasurable experience.
especially after that first night you spent in the palace. he could still taste you on his tongue, still feel the curves of your body under his fingers, hear the gentle cries you'd tried so hard to stifle. even when you stand in front of him with your head bowed and your hands clasped oh so tightly together, asking for again for him to sign your new travel cards all he can hear is, "yes, please, God harder."
and he knows youre getting closer and closer to slipping up again. you drink a little more at each meal you take with him, your resignation growing clearer with each sip, your eyes lingering on where his fingers press to his lips, warmth in the gaze that traces his smile. he knows. you can only hold out for so long, and youre beginning to wonder why you wanted to in the first place.
if chahut was mom and marvus was dad would they be good at parenting and what kind of mom and dad would they be
They would be arguably decent at it, for a purpleblooded grub. For C/n and Basil after Ambassador!Y/N passes away, they're kinda more like the fun uncle and aunt who are now suddenly saddled with little lives to care for. Big siblings who never really went through parentification, but certainly have a semblance of paternal/maternal instinct somewhere inside.
They're learning alongside the kids how to navigate this plus the plethora of responsibilities they have as an old rap legend(who is still grinding) and a popular preacher who are in a beautiful hate with each other.
There are culture clashes for the kids being raised in an Alternian home with animal as well as human grandparents. But there is a semblance of healthy parenting going on with the support system you set up for the 4 of them before you died.
This is going to be fun to explain to your parents
Spock x reader (3)
requested by @sovereignoblivious
Warnings: violence. mind melding? awkwardness. injury. death reference. reference to prostitution. probably cursing knowing me
AN: Ok it should just be one more part but you never know.
(“What do you mean she’s gone?” Jim demanded, staring at Hendorff in the doorway of the bridge. “She was just there! Scotty had her locked in!”
“One of the Coridanites grabbed her,” he answered, panting from the run up. “I tried but I couldn’t get hold of her.”
“Well, shit,” Bones cursed, loudly.)
“My sentiments exactly, Dr McCoy,” your voice piped up, a half-whisper in the comms.
“(Y/N)!” Jim exclaimed, immediately pulling the dark visuals from your unit on screen. “Where are you?”
“Somewhere near a brothel in the shantytown,” you answered, quietly, peering through a gap in the ridged scrap metal. “East of the central gate to the capital. Unfortunately, I am, uh, dangling from a very unstable ceiling.”
“You’re what?” Bones repeated. (A loud crash echoed in the bridge. Spock’s desk had collapsed, his knuckles returning from gripping the console until they were taut and white.)
“What was that?” you questioned, attempting to stop yourself from swinging and get your bearings.
“Uh...Spock just broke his console?” Jim sounded so unsure that you weren’t sure if he was lying or just very confused.
“...right,” you brushed it off, frowning, “Well, anyway, I think if I swing hard enough the roof will collapse and I can escape in the kerfuffle, so excuse me while I make myself very dizzy.”
“That doesn’t sound like the–” Your comm cut off, leaving them with only visuals. “Ok well that went well.” Jim turned to Spock.
(“What was that?” he asked, gesturing vaguely to the console, now dangling by its wires, as Scotty scrabbled underneath to try and patch it back into place.
“I am unsure, Captain,” Spock responded, quietly. “I would like to go–”
“Absolutely not,” Jim cut him off in an instant, “The rebels have already attacked StarFleet officials. A Vulcan would likely be killed or at least maimed on sight. You will stay here. Chekov, transporter bay. See if you can lock onto a swinging maniac Ambassador.”
“Yes Keptin,” he agreed, bolting off the bridge.
“Hendorff, go and get yourself checked out,” Jim instructed, gently, “We may need your assistance again.” The burly security officer nodded, following Chekov into the turbo lift.
“Captain, I need to–” Spock began, standing, and moving out of Scotty’s way.
“Spock, you need to stay here,” Jim insisted, also rising, and crossing the bridge to clasp the Vulcan by the shoulders. “I know she’s precious to you, but she can take care of herself. There is no use endangering yourself. You may stay here with the comms, or Bones can accompany you to the transporter bay to assist Chekov. You are not to leave this ship.” Spock’s expression remained unchanged, but Jim could see the fear fighting with logic in his eyes.
“...yes, Captain,” he agreed, eventually, taking up his position behind the Captain’s chair, just as a loud crash sounded again.)
“Hah! I did it!” Your voice crackled through the comms, and light flooded the dark image as a ramshackle house collapsed around you. You spat out a mouthful of blueish mud, grimacing.
“Are you alright?” Spock queried, his voice deceptively calm.
“Yes, yes, quite fine,” you panted back, picking up the half-rotted wooden beam that your rope had been attached to and sprinting towards the city.
“Are you carrying part of the house?” Jim questioned, furrowing his brow.
“Well, you see, Jim,” you replied, ducking behind a house as a shot rang out behind you, “I’m rather attached to it.” Your eyes flicked down, and the camera revealed your red-raw ankle, beneath the rope trailing all the way to the wood in your hands. (Spock abandoned the bridge for the turbolift to the transporter bay.) You began running again, spinning to deflect a shot at the sound of a new bullet clicking into a chamber. You ducked away from the odd, rectangular projectile, instinctively thrusting the wood forwards. It splintered with the shock, and you felt the spikes embed themselves in your hands, but you kept running, as the city guards came running out to investigate the fuss. Recognising your StarFleet uniform, they backed up with you, firing at the rebels behind you, before ushering you through the gate. You collapsed on the other side, sighing in relief.
“I think I can safely say this is the worst negotiation of my career so far,” you quipped, tiredly dropping your head onto the blue stone path. “Thanks for the help.” You climbed to your feet, shaking hands with each of the guards. “I will be in touch with the Chancellor again, but please offer my sincere apologies for the breakdown of today’s meeting. We will do our best to restore a peace here as soon as possible.”
“You’d come back, after all that?” one of them questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, you live here after all that,” you answered, with a smile. “Thanks again.” The transporter beam wrapped around you, and you stumbled into the transporter bay, straight into Spock.
“Spock!” you exclaimed, not even trying to straighten up as exhaustion washed over you. “How do we end up in these situations?” You leant your head forward against his shoulder, taking a deep breath to try and calm your heart rate.
“I believe that our Captain attracts bad luck,” he responded, running a tentative but soothing hand over your ruffled hair.
“I don’t think I help that,” you answered, leaning back to look up at him. The dizziness caught up with you as you did so, and you stumbled forward. Spock caught you, gently, but you hissed as the splinters in your hands stung at the sudden contact. Your head suddenly buzzed with concern and confusion and...love? Spock carefully rearranged his hold on you, lifting you from your feet.
“I can walk,” you protested, quietly, head still swimming.
“You have run far enough today, (Y/N),” he told you, gently.
PAIRING: T’Challa x Reader ft. Natasha, King T’Chaka Okoye
WARNING: Violence, blood
GENRE: Fluff, Angst
REQUEST ( @marvelhaven ): Could I have a T’Challa imagine where he falls for Black Widow’s sister whom is a shield ambassador for foreign countries? I love your page btw!
A/N: Thanks beautiful! I loved writing this one, but I also thought I’d add just a little backstory just to give it a bit more meaning. Kinda like T’challa’s relationship with Nakia, but more basic like it never actually got to anything. I was going to make this into two parts, but most of the imagines I’ve created for Black Panther have broken into parts and I feel kinda bad. Anyway enjoy! - BTW I hate creating titles!
Finally the car came to a stop outside of the United Nation’s representative building of Vienna. I followed my sister out of the limo, ignoring the flashing cameras and the screams of reporters and protestors as we made our way into the building.
Due to the events of Nigeria and Sokovia accumulating with more than hundreds of lives taken from the innocent, the United Nations and its member states had come to the agreement that the Avengers should be under their jurisdiction, going only where they wanted and no less.
I happened to be the sister of Black Widow herself, and though I had not followed the exact same path as my sister, I still worked in the world of politics as an ex-SHIELD Agent and now a SHIELD Ambassador of foreign countries.
When we entered the room together, many heads turning at the sight of both Romanoff sisters, the buzz of gossip coming to life. Yes, we caused a lot of attention wherever we went due the fact that one was a highly skilled assassin while the other was a well known politician.
‘Seriously, they should’ve sent one of the others for this kind of situation. I hate politics,’ Natasha muttered under her breath as we made our way over to our seats, placing our bags down.
‘Come on Nat, it’s not that bad, just think of it as a somber sequel to your last performance at Capitol Hill,’ I chuckled as she just rolled her eyes, shaking her head, ‘And besides your spending time with me just like old times. What could be better than that?’
She smiled at this. taking my hand into her own and squeezing it, ‘Very true little one.’
Though Natasha and I lived in very different worlds now, she continued to visit me as much as she could. After the extreme training she went under in the Red Room, the only memory she had left of her previous life was me. She searched and searched for me, only to find me in a little orphanage.
Even when she had worked for Hydra, she continued to provide me, send me money through the mail along with a letter, and to me that was enough to get through the years.
But even at a young age, I could tell Hydra was not good news, so when Hawk Guy gave requested her to join SHIELD, I insisted she took the chance. It was many years later that I joined her side.
I had loved fighting in the field alongside my older sister and the Avengers, however I felt that I needed to do more for those countries that weren’t as fortunate as others. So I handed in my resignation before inquiring with Fury about any political openings which is how I landed a position as an Ambassador.
‘And speaking of old times, you may want to see whose eyeing you up.’ I glanced at her in confusion before turning in the direction of her stare to look right into the eyes of the Prince of Wakanda who stood at the balcony.
I had met the Prince on many political occasions, the first where he had bumped into me, causing me to pour my coffee all over my blouse. After that we would greet each other and create small talk whenever we ran into one another.
However that changed after he had asked me out dinner. There had been a thing between us, but it ended quite quickly, something I knew would happen. He was a Prince and heir to his father’s throne and I was-well just an ambassador, nothing more.
‘Of course his royal highness had to be here,’ I said, now the one in a frazzle as my older sister just laughed at my change of demeanour, ‘Oh come on its not that bad! Besides you better change that expression, he’s coming over.’
‘Wait-what-’
‘Y/N Romanoff.’ I bit my lip before turning to find T’challa making his way over with that amazing smile of his. Come on Y/N, keep it together!
‘Your Highness, it’s great to see you again, it’s been far too long!’ I said with a small bow, even though we had broken things off, I knew it would be wrong to talk to him casually in public in front of so many officials. ‘I agree, Ms Natasha Romanaff,’
‘Prince T’challa, it’s an honour to finally meet you,’ My sister said with a small bow of her head towards him as he acknowledged her. He just smirked, ‘I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight, considering your last trip to Capitol Hill I wouldn’t think you would be particularly comfortable in this company.’
Natasha’s cheeks flushed at this. Since the United Nations had brought the subject of the control of the Avengers, she had confided that she actually did not want to go ahead with it. She had agreed to keep herself in the good books of the nations of the world, especially America. ‘Oh, well, you could say it’s not always so flattering.’
‘I’d have to agree, in many of my moments that are not so flattering your sister has always been there to get me out of trouble. Isn’t that right Y/N?’ I looked to him at this as he just smiled down at me, but I shook my head in disagreement, ‘His highness exaggerates, but at times yes I’ve helped.’
‘Oh he isn’t, who is the one who ALWAYS has to help him with his tie?’ I turned with a smile towards the voice that I knew so well, bowing to King T’chaka who took my hands into his, ‘Y/N, my dear child, it is so nice to see you again.’
‘King T’chaka I must say the same,’ I said bowing to him as he just chuckled, running his hand across cheek in a fatherly manner. He turned towards Natasha, his smile falling short of anything that he had shown me, ‘Ms Natasha Romanoff.’
‘Your Majesty. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria,’ She said, her tone more formal towards the King who acknowledged her apology with a small nod, ‘Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to all this-’
At this, T’challa tugged on my wrist, pulling me away from the King and my sister. Although every fibre in my body was telling me to pull away from him and return to Natasha, I couldn’t help but tremble at the warmth of his simple touch.
‘It really is good to see you again Y/N. I’ve missed you …’ I glanced up at him before looking away towards the city. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, knowing I’d probably get emotional which wouldn’t be too great at a United Nations meeting.
‘Your highness I think you’ve just missed my assistance by yours and your father’s side-’
‘We can drop the formalities now Y/N, it’s just you and me.’ He took my hand into his own.
I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
I stared up at him with a firm expression, ‘In that case it seems you’ve forgotten my place in your life T’challa. I am nothing but a common girl.’
I went to pull my hand out of his hold but he only tightened it, ‘Not just any girl helps tie my tie Y/N. Speaking of which, it seems to look horrible, would you please assist me?’
‘This isn’t the time or place T’challa-’
‘You never rejected such a proposition when we were dating-’
‘That was before both of us truly realised that we had made a mistake in starting something between us. And besides it looks perfectly-’ He suddenly pulled roughly at the accessory, forcing it to become knotted and tangled, ‘fine.’
I stared up at him in shock, looking around to see if anybody was looking towards us before, with shaky hands, reaching up and fixing his tie.
All the while T’challa watched me, every action that I made, as unknotted it, folded each side over another before tightening it slowly. I gasped when he unexpectedly placed his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him so I fell into his chest.
‘Stop this T’challa-’
‘Your cheeks,’ T’challa chuckled, ‘still warm from my touch, you still tremble, you react to everything I do. I can see it. And more importantly, you know it too.’
I gazed up at him incredulously before breaking away from him, pulling my hand roughly out of his hold as I made my way back to my seat, fixing my outfit as I did.
As I sat myself down, Natasha just smirked at my flustered appearance, shaking her head, ‘That wasn’t all so bad was it?’ I turned with a glare that surely could’ve killed if I had the powers of a God. ‘Are you being serious or trying to be funny?’
My sister scoffed. ‘Y/N it ended on good terms! Why are you so upset? Isn’t it good that you can at least greet each other without the ache of a broken heart?’
I stared back at her sadly and her eyes widened, ‘No … Y/N please tell your not-’
‘I don’t know! I-I don’t know!’ I said quickly, trying to maintain my composure in front of so many people, ‘I tried not to. The moment I knew we started things, I knew what I was getting myself into and pushed myself to not feel anything! But when we stopped seeing each other … I don’t know I felt like I was missing a piece of myself.’
Natasha sighed, shaking her head, ‘I warned you about falling in love with him.’
‘I know, I know, and now I must pay the price,’ I say as I glance over at the Prince who had begun to make his way back over to his father.
‘And yet it seems, he has too,’ I turned to her with an irked expression as she held her hands up, ‘Hey I’m just speaking the truth. I mean think about only moments ago he was all over you. I think he has missed you more than you care to admit.’
I shook my head, looking back to T’challa, ‘He’s probably just bored without a woman by his side.’ Natasha just rolled her eyes, ‘If thats what you want to believe.’
The Prince watched me carefully from his seat beside his father as I conversed with Natasha. He had missed not only the friendship that they had created but the love.
Your strong presence by his side and your words of encouragement during many troubling times as a politician, though he would never admit to others, made him more confident. But in private, he had cherished the quiet moments that you had together.
Though he knew if he ever wanted to take things further that it may cause trouble, he still wanted to take that risk.
‘Your in love with her aren’t son?’ T’challa turned to his father at this who was now smiling at him. ‘Baba?’
T’chaka chuckled, ‘Are you in love with her?’ T’challa stumbled on his words in shock, ‘No Baba-what would make you say that-How could-’
‘I am your father, I think I can tell when my son is in love. I can see that you and Ms Romanoff have history which I will not ask about but the more important subject is - What are you going to do about it?’
T’challa sighed at this, looking back towards you as you pulled out a stack of documents from your satchel, shaking his head, ‘Nothing, you know what people will say if I marry outside of the Wakandan borders.’
His father scoffed, ‘T’challa, pleasing the people is an important factor yes. But staying true to your heart, now that is even more important. When I started courting your mother, many people were not content with the relationship due to her forwardness!’
The Prince turned to his father, now intrigued by his words, ‘But that was exactly what I loved about her. I did not want to stop loving her just because of the opinions of others! So don’t make the mistake in walking away from someone who may just be your happiness for the rest of your life.’
T'challa smiled at this, taking his father’s hand into his and placing a kiss upon it before he went up for his speech. He glanced back towards you with a smile, promising himself that he would seek you out and express his feelings.
I looked back towards T'challa who was smiling at me before he turned back to watch his father as he spoke. I sighed internally, forcing myself to listen to the King’s words. I couldn’t help but think of the way the Prince had held me in his arms, his hands splayed across my back, the way he stared down me down-
Suddenly a scream from the Prince ripped me from my thoughts, forcing everyone’s heads to turn in his direction, ‘EVERBODY GET DOWN!'
I didn’t have time to register what was going on before Natasha pulled me to the ground and holding me to her as the ground shook as a massive explosion erupted, a thick wave of smoke wrapping us in darkness.
‘More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda’s King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier …’
Tears ran down my face as I sat in the chaos, sirens ringing through out the streets along with the screams of those who were injured in the blast, the cries of the victims families or loved ones just made the pain even greater. Natasha had left my side long before, going back and forth from the building to retrieve those who were still trapped inside.
I couldn’t help but sit in shock. The image of T’chaka’s body amongst the rubble had caused me to lose consciousness, Natasha explaining that she had barely time to catch me as I went down. The King had been like a father to me, and the event just didn’t seem real.
A hand was gently pressed to my shoulder, forcing me to finally look up and recognise the Wakandan General Okoye, who I had met on several different occasions. She looked like she had been through hell, her eyes were tinted red and swollen. I took her hand into mine with a sad smile, ‘Okoye …’
‘Y/N …’ She replied with the same expression, squeezing my hand in response, ‘I know that the events have taken its toll on you, but if you don’t mind, the Prince would like to see you privately.’ It was like earlier that day, though my gut was telling me not to go, my heart was aching for me to listen to it. And I did.
In no time at all, I was led to his quarters that surprising weren’t too far from the bomb sight itself, in a very fancy hotel that I presumed most of the United Nation’s representative guests were staying in.
Okoye knocked exactly three times before opening the door, allowing me to step through, shutting it right behind me. I made my own way down the small corridor before ending of in the lounge to find T’challa’s back facing me, surrounded in silence other than the quiet buzz of the news that escaped the TV.
He didn’t stir when I sat beside him on the couch, and as time passed, I found it hard to find words that were deemed as appropriate to comfort, that was until he finally spoke.
‘You know, whenever I thought of losing my parents, I thought it would happen quietly in their sleep. At a time where I would sit by their side and be able to thank them for all that they had done to make me into the man I am, for guiding me through this incredible yet terrible adventure of life … but most importantly tell them how much I loved them.’
He just shook his heads, his eyes sullen and almost empty like, ‘Instead I didn’t get any of that, I didn’t even get to tell him how much I loved him. ’My tears flowed at his words placing my hand over his that lay lifeless in his lap, gripping it, ‘I-I am so sorry T’challa.’
And with a quiet sob, his body shook uncontrollably, the tears that he had tried so hard to hide finally fall down. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, T’challa bringing his head to rest on my shoulder, rubbing his back gently.
How could I comfort a man who had adored and looked up to his father his entire life? I just held him in my arms, allowing him to cry.
When he calmed down, T’challa continued to hold onto me, almost clinging to me like a child before he finally pulled away, only to lean his forehead against my own, staring down at me.
'T’challa-’ He placed his lips over mine, his kiss firm and desperate. I couldn’t help but recuperate, running my fingertips through his hair, causing a growl to escape him as my nails massaged his scalp.
I gasped softly when he nipped at my bottom lip, pulling me onto his lap before a loud moan escaped me as he suckled at my neck. When his hands began to grip my thighs, riling up the skirt that I wore, I couldn’t help but shake my head, ‘T’challa wait …’
He pulled away at this, looking up at me with eyes full of desolation, his grip on my waist becoming tighter as I shook my head once more, ‘This isn’t the time for this now.’
T’challa sighed, nodding in agreement, ‘Your right.’
He played with the hem of my blouse before rubbing at my arms, taking my hands into his, playing with my fingertips as he muttered above a whisper, ‘Things will be busy from now on. I have to tend to my duties in Wakanda … and find out who truly took away the life from my Father’s eyes.’
He finally looked back up at me, pushing away the hair that fell before my eyes. ‘Please wait for me, I promise I’ll come back to you when I’m ready. When I’m stronger.’ I gave him a sad smile, caressing his cheek gently, ‘You already are. But yes, I will wait for you …’
‘Haven’t heard anything from your King?’ I rolled my eyes at Natasha’s words, throwing the dishcloth beside me in her face. It had been a year and a half since the last time I had seen T’challa who now had taken up the crown as King of Wakanda. Well, after he had found out that Bucky wasn’t the real cause of his father’s death.
He had kept in contact through letters and brief phone calls, however all of that had stopped just a few months ago.
‘You know I haven’t!’ I exclaimed to Natasha as I moved around the kitchen preparing breakfast for the both of us. Ever since the break up of the Avengers, Natasha had stayed with me, and though she hadn’t wanted to stay at the beginning, I insisted that she did.
‘And besides, he’s a King now! And King’s don’t date an Ambassador of Shield.’
Natasha watched me as I placed an omelette in front of her with a large, warm cup of coffee, which she nestled between her hands. ‘Don’t you miss him?’ I turned to her at this, stopping in the actions of removing my apron, ‘Of course I do Nat. I miss him a lot. But eventually I’ll have to move on. I promised that I will wait for him, and I will, but I can’t wait forever.’
‘True,’ She nodded but looked back up at me as my expression fell, ‘But you still love him don’t you?’
Once again I froze, my back now turned to my sister, ‘Yeah. Other men couldn’t believe they let women handle the kind of work I do, they just thought … that it was because we wore skirts. But T’challa was-is different. He was the only one who respected me in my line of work, who loved me for who I was.’
I sighed, shaking my head, ‘That’s enough of that. I’ve got to get to work. Lunch is in the fridge. And remember its your turn to do the grocery shopping so I expect that to be done when I get back.’
Natasha groaned as I gave her a smirk, grabbing my bag and making my way out but she stopped me, pulling at my arm with a smile, ‘Hey, I’m here for you, you know that right?’ I gave her a large smile, allowing her to pull me into a embrace.
I made my way to the office, going through my daily routine. Just as I was going through some papers relating to the economic issues of some nations of Europe, my office phone went off, pressing loudspeaker, ‘Yes Melody?’
‘Ms Romanoff, you have a guest here to see you however they do not have an appointment set with you. They say they want to speak with you urgently.’ I groan in reply, ‘Did they give a reason to why they would like to see me?’
‘Not at all Miss, they just say it is a personal matter. Do you want me to call security to take them away?’
‘No Melody, I’ll see them myself, lead them to conference room five and I’ll be down in a few minutes.’
I packed up the papers quickly, placing back into the manila folder that had been placed on my desk before making my way down to the conference room. As found the door to the conference room, Melody exited the room, her eyes wide in shock and her glasses askew. ‘What? What’s wrong Melody?’
‘Ididin’tknowwhohewasIonlyjustrealisedwhohewas-’
‘Whoa! Whoa Melody! Slow down!’ I said, now starting to get worried, taking her hands into mine, ‘Okay take a deep breath and go.’
She did as I said, puffing out her chest before finally talking, still at a rather fast pace, ‘I didn’t know who this guy was! He seemed so familiar but when I led him hear I finally recognised his accent as Wakandan and-’
‘What?!’ Melody couldn’t answer as I swiftly pushed past her, opening the double doors to face the man that I had been missing oh so terribly for the past year and a half. I almost lost my breath at the sight of him as he turned to me. He hadn’t changed much, except what used to a soft stubble had grown into a small beard, wearing a Wakandan traditional black and gold suit.
‘T’challa.’ He smiled at how breathless I had become, looking me up and down as I leant against the door, ‘Y/N.’ I was quick in my step towards him, T’challa meeting me in the middle, his arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. I gripped his back, hiding my face in his neck as tears escaped my eyes.
He finally pulled me away, cradling my face in his hands gently with a small smile, ‘My love, Y/N. Don’t cry no more.’ I shook my head, wiping them away quickly, ‘I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, it’s just been so long!’
‘I know, and I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting so long. But I promised you that I would come back to you, didn’t I?’ I nodded with a small laughter, gripping the hand upon my cheek, ‘I’ve just missed you so much.’
T’challa smiled gently down at me, wrapping his other hand around my waist and drawing me closer before placing a gentle kiss upon my lips. I smiled against his lips, both of us laughing softly as we pulled away, our foreheads touching.
‘I want you to come back to Wakanda with me. I think your role as an ambassador will be even greater within my nation and give you the opportunity to create even more connections with other countries,’ I scoffed at his words, feigning shock as I placed a hand on my chest, ‘Are you trying to use me to your country’s advantage?’
He chuckled at this, shaking his head, his expression however changing to one of a level of seriousness, ‘I need you Y/N. The past year has taught me that I shouldn’t have left you behind. Your strength and love has always helped me in situations and being away from that, I just-I needed you and I still do now.’
I fell silent, shock ridding me at his words, ‘That day when Baba died, he told me that I would be making a big mistake in letting you go just because of the people’s comments or expectations. Yes it’ll be hard, but I know we can get through it together. So I can’t make the mistake in walking away from someone who may just be my happiness.’
I couldn’t help but smile at the mentioning of his father’s words, T’challa once again taking my face into his hands, ‘I love you Y/N. Would you come back with me to Wakanda, and stay by my side, eventually as Queen?’
Once again, I was speechless, before I placed a small kiss to his lips, running my fingertips through his hair, ‘Take me home my King.’
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Spock x reader (1)
requested by @sovereignoblivious
Warnings: violence. awkwardness. probably cursing knowing me
AN: So this got stupid long. It’s going to be at least three parts. Who knew.
“You know, I really didn’t think this is how I’d meet Ambassador Sarek,” you muttered, pulling awkwardly at the Vulcan wedding garments. “’Hi, sir, I created a marriage bond with your son accidentally. Nice to meet you, father-in-law’.”
“It’s fine, (Y/N),” Spock sighed, gently tipping your chin up to look at him. “It is beyond due that I introduce you anyway, and though these may be less than ideal circumstances, it is not the strangest thing my father has come to expect from me.” You nodded, unconvinced.
What could be stranger than returning to the new home of your family – which you haven’t yet seen – with an entirely foreign bride in tow?
***how this mess began***
“Ambassador (L/N),” Kirk greeted you with a warm smile in the transporter bay. “Welcome to the Enterprise. I hope you’ll make yourself comfortable here as I expect it will be a rather difficult five years otherwise.” You grinned, shaking his hand happily.
“I hear I’m not the one you should be concerned about making at home, Captain Kirk,” you laughed, nodding to Bones who stood beside Spock, behind him. “Your Doctor McCoy has rather a reputation.” Bones spluttered, indignantly, but couldn’t help but mutter an agreeing ‘Well, at least I acknowledge that space is a hellscape.’
“Do you know Dr McCoy, Ambassador?” Spock asked, raising a curious eyebrow.
“We shared a combat training class in my first year,” you replied, easily, “Unfortunately, Dr McCoy and I lost touch when I moved into the command and relations course and had to repeat first year.”
“I remember you!” Bones exclaimed, suddenly, pointing vigorously at you. “Always sat next to me, far too excited about the prospect of new species with all kinds of new diseases.”
“Ah, there’s the Leonard McCoy I know,” you laughed, clasping his extended hand. “A pleasure to see you once again, Doctor.”
“Oh! Commander, my apologies,” you tucked your PADD under your arm and reached down to help the taller Vulcan from the floor. “I was not watching where I was going.”
“Nor was I, Ambassador. I am sorry for the inconvenience,” he offered, beginning to move away quickly.
“Actually, Commander,” you called after him, before he could get too far. “I was hoping I could challenge you to a game of tri-dimensional chess this evening. I’m afraid I’m a little rusty at crew camaraderie, but I hear the rec rooms are the place to improve that.”
“Of course, Ambassador,” Spock nodded, brusquely, “I will meet you there at the end of the Alpha shift.”
“Wonderful,” you smiled, dropping your head a little. “See you then...Spock.”
“Woah, hang on,” Jim exclaimed, looking up from his conversation with Bones to glance at the chess board. “She’s beating him!” Chekov and Scotty immediately perked up in the corner, and began to make their way over.
“I fear I may lose out against such a worthy opponent,” you gestured to the board, as Spock took his move once again, moving to check your king. “You’ve jinxed me, Kirk.”
“Ooh this is close,” Jim grinned, leaning in.
“10 bucks says she wins,” Bones offered, calmly.
“20 says Spock,” Jim returned, shaking his head. “He’s unbeaten.”
“Thus far,” Bones smiled, easily, “I’ve seen her play. She’s diabolical.” A small crowd had begun to gather, as you and Spock each made your moves towards the end of the game.
“Check...” you mumbled, examining the three-tiered board again, “...mate.” Jim’s eyes widened, then he sighed, resignedly, reaching for his wallet.
“Thank you for the game, Ambassador,” Spock offered, something close to a smile in his eyes. “It has been a long time since I have played against someone of such skill.”
“It was my pleasure, Commander,” you smiled, “The same can be said for myself. And please, it has been long enough to call me (Y/N).”
“Oh, if it isn’t two of my favourite people!” Jim teased, jogging to catch up with you and Spock in the corridor. “Have you two smooched in a corner yet?” Spock raised an eyebrow, though neither of you missed the green tint at the tips of his ears.
“Actually, Jim,” you grinned, despite feeling your cheeks heat, “Commander Spock and I were just discussing a plan of action for the peace summit at Coridan, before we leave for unknown territory.”
“You are no fun,” Jim huffed, before sobering up. “Coridan is very unstable. I’d prefer to send you down with a small group of officers – perhaps Spock, Uhura, and a couple of other communications officers – to help the negotiations, and a larger security team.”
“Well, although Commander Spock’s expertise would be very helpful,” you began, glancing at Spock a little nervously, “I mean no offence, but I do not think it would aid our case for neutrality to include a Vulcan in the group.”
“Ah, yes,” Jim nodded, immediately back-tracking. “Perhaps the contribution to relations with the government would be outdone by negative impacts on the rebels.”
“I agree, Captain,” Spock nodded, concisely, “However, I would recommend sending as few people as possible. I believe Lieutenant Uhura, Ambassador (L/N), and two security personnel would be sufficient, with a reserve force on hand in case of...unexpected circumstances.”
This is going to be fun to explain to your parents
Spock x reader (2)
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Warnings: violence. probably cursing knowing me
“The rebel leaders are not here,” you murmured, to both your comms and your three-man team beside you. “Be alert for any movement. Hendorff, Smith, check the exterior. And stay safe. I don’t want any casualties today.”
“Chancellor.” You and Uhura greeted the figure at one of the imperious thrones in the centre of the grove.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” you smiled, warmly, “I am Ambassador (L/N), this is Lieutenant Uhura of the StarShip Enterprise. I look forward to conducting a fruitful meeting today. Has there been any news from our intended companions?”
“The dissidents have made no contact,” the Chancellor responded, coldly. “I would suggest you prepare for their usual brutal tactics.” She gestured to her security guards, and you followed her gesture to the many other burly, armed Coridanites lining the grove.
“Bringing an armed entourage does not encourage pleasantries,” Uhura commented, under her breath.
“I will have to ask you to have the guards stand down before the meeting commences, Chancellor,” you requested, calmly, “Weaponry is generally not conducive to warm connections. You may, of course, keep your personal guards.” She glowered, but nodded, reluctantly.
“I shall dismiss them when I am certain there is no threat,” she assured you, “But not before. It would not do for me to lose any of my people, or any StarFleet personnel today.” Conceding, you stepped back from her chair, and moved towards the other officials beside her, greeting each of them in turn.
A loud bang, distinctive of scrapyard weaponry curled out of the forest. You moved immediately towards the sound, as each of the guards turned to it.
“Return to the Chancellor,” you commanded, “Uhura, ensure she is safe.” One of the guards followed you, and you broke the barrier of trees as Hendorff ran in, hauling a drooping Smith.
“We need to go,” he suggested, hurriedly.
“Scotty, two to beam up – Hendorff and Smith,” you hissed into your communicator, watching them be engulfed in light. “Uhura, stay with the Chancellor.” You edged further into the forest, careful to shield yourself behind trees.
“Ambassador, I believe you should return to the ship before attempting to initiate contact with the rebels,” Spock’s voice was firm in your comms.
“This may be our only chance, Spock. They will not remain in contact after attacking StarFleet personnel,” you answered, still moving slowly forward. Once you were shielded on all sides by the trees, and could see the glimmer of movements in front of you, you crouched down again, readying your phaser.
“I am Ambassador (Y/N) (L/N) of the Star Ship Enterprise.” Your voice echoed into the forest. “We are here for a peaceful negotiation. There is still time to fix this if you meet us as equals. StarFleet will not operate on demands given at gunpoint, but we can find a fair solution for your people if you allow us to.”
“They’ve already shot at them,” Bones pointed out, somewhere in the background of the bridge, “They’re pretty obviously hostile.”
“I am Raegar of the Coridanites,” a voice echoed back. “We represent the people’s revolution. No freedom can be found for us in bureaucracy. What fairness will you give us when you associate with the same race that enslaves us through our government?”
“StarFleet takes no sides in this,” you answered, keeping your voice carefully calm, even as you could hear them moving closer. “We are guided by all of our contributors, including Vulcans and Andorians, who helped found our Federation.”
“And yet, there is no Andorian aboard your ship,” Raegar answered, and you pushed away a hand as it snatched at your neck. “But there is a Vulcan.” He took in a deep sniff, pressing close to you as you shoved him away. “Mm, and you’re close with it too. Is the Vulcan precious to you, Ambassador?”
“You really should leave now, Y/N,” Spock urged, hurriedly.
“I’m just a bit stuck at the moment,” you murmured back, kicking Raegar away and sprinting back towards the grove. “Beam Uhura back. I’ll return the Chancellor to the city and join you.”
“Y/N...” Jim groaned, through the comms.
“It is my responsibility as co-ordinator of the summit, Captain,” you responded, through harsh breaths, “No matter how little pleasure I take in it.” You re-entered the glade, just as Uhura was snatched up in the golden transporter beam.
“Chancellor! We need to return to the city,” you reported, quickly, as the guards surrounded her. “Promptly.”
“I knew this would happen,” she murmured, sadly, as you brought up the rear of the group. “The Andorians have them convinced we are hiding riches. But the truth is, there is just too little to go around. Especially with the Andorians stealing dilithium from under our very noses.” A grinding noise accompanied a familiar rumbling of the earth, and you groaned, silently.
“Chancellor, do the rebels happen to have... tanks?” you queried, as trees began to thunder to the ground around the clearing you had just vacated.
“Unfortunately, they were able to enter our scrapyard and steal some of the outdated models,” she answered, as the group picked up their pace, the city appearing in front of them. Or...the outskirts. The shantytown. Where the rebels were born and bred.
“I’m not liking the look of what’s ahead,” you warned, and the guards slowed to a stop around the Chancellor. The shantytown was surrounded by a barrier of scrap metal, armed by a mixed group of ragged Coridanites and well-armoured Andorians. “Protect the Chancellor. I will consult the Andorians.” You flicked your comm to life. “Jim, I need you to contact the Andorian ambassador. There are Andorians supporting the rebels here. The imperial guard.”
“That violates the Tau Ceti Accords,” Spock stated, shock clearly echoing in his ever-calm tone.
“And not even subtly,” you responded, sighing. “I’m going to initiate contact with the head of the royal guard. I would ask for reinforcement, but I fear they will escalate the situation.” You moved towards the distinctive purple uniform.
“General Shran,” you greeted him, calmly. He shifted uncomfortably.
“Ambassador (L/N), what a surprise!” he exclaimed, falsely.
“I am sure you’re aware that due to your violation of the Tau Ceti Accords you and your companions will need to accompany me to the Star Ship Enterprise in order to raise this issue with your Chancellor.”
“I am sure you realise, Ambassador, that you are outnumbered and on rather a back foot,” he responded, the fake smile falling from his lips.
“And I am sure you remember, General, what I am capable of alone. Not to mention what the Enterprise and her crew are capable of,” you answered, easily. “This exchange is being recorded, so no matter what occurs, there will be consequences for this violation. It could be considered an act of war, and one would not like to rift the Federation between Vulcans and Andorians?” He swung at you, in an attempt to smash the neat comms device from the side of your head, but you ducked, launching your smaller body into him full-force, landing with him in a headlock on the ground.
“Order your troops to stand down, General,” you commanded, coldly. He laughed, then tipped himself forward, flipping you over his head. You landed uncomfortably on your back, but sprang upwards again, disentangling yourself from his grasp and leaping over the scrap metal barrier. “Ok the situation has been escalated. Reinforcements would be nice.”
“Already on it,” Sulu responded, and you could hear Jim’s captain voice greeting the Andorian ambassador.
