Spock x reader imagine being Spock's mate
Savage - Spock x Reader
warnings - none
"I can't do this," Y/n mumbled to Mccoy trying to remain as uniform as possible. She gazed into the next room watching the Vulcan couple land. She watched as her husband Spock's shoulders tensed up. Her heart starting to beat faster, "why not? You've met Spock's parents?" Mccoy asked turning to her, she chewed her lip in response. "You've never met his parents!?" He raised in mock shock, "no, we got together in the academy, and we got married relatively fast."
"Five years of dating is hardly relatively fast." He grumbled; she watched as the couple departed from the ship. His mother beams proudly at her son opening her arms. His father gave a curt nod, which he returned. The start to introduce themselves to the captain, and Y/n was starting to panic. "I can't do this." She mumbled again, leaving her spot about to make a run for it. An arm caught her and dragged her back.
"Oh, no you don't." Spock took his parents down the line of the ensign, both him and the captain have a proud glint in their eyes. "And this is our glue to the ship. Head doctor Leonard Mccoy, and head nurse Y/n L/n." The captain introduced giving Y/n a sympathetic look. Spock's parents locked eyes with each other, each with their own form of anxiety.
Mccoy nodded and Y/n froze for a second before giving a hesitant nod. "Mother, father this is also my beloved wife." Spock informed proudly, he stood beside her. A small smile tugged on his thin lips. "Hello," Y/n greeted trying to be as polite as possible. "What species are you?" His father asked, catching everyone but his wife by surprise. Y/n swallowed thickly, "I am from Delois."
"Spock aren't the people from Delois known as destroyers not healers?" He asked, she looked down in shame as Spock cocked his head. "A very common misconception I assure you." Spock gritted out, "he is right. Y/n is the gentlest soul we have on this ship." Mccoy claimed proudly not really enjoying Spocks father's company. "Sarek my dear let's not assume when we do not know." His wife chimed in calmly, "I suppose you are right."
"Well perhaps we can all get better acquainted over dinner." Kirk chimed in with fake hopefulness. "Actually, captain I have some work I need to finish." Y/n excused nodding to the couple, Spock's brows furrowed. "So, if you would excuse me." She walked down the hall, Spock's eyes trained on his wife's form. A guilt grew in his stomach. Deep down he knew that his father could never see her for who she truly is. He only see's what others has painted her to be.
The rest went to leave to the dining hall, Spock caught his fathers' arm before he got too far. "I need to speak with you." He informed and Sarek nodded, pulling his arm away. "Then speak." "I love Y/n." His father scoffed, "let me finish! I love Y/n she is my wife. My mate, my Thy'la. I know it is not what you planned, but it is the truth."
"She is from Delois; her people are savages." He reasoned; Spock pushed him to the wall his hand grasped his throat tightly. "She is gentle." "She is a negative influence on you Spock. Is this why you refused the Vulcan science academy? So, you can waste your life with some untamed women?" Spock let go, turning away from his father. "She is gentle." He whispered, a throat clearing caught both of their attention. Kirk stood in the doorway, with a tight smile. "We were just about to start eating, but we realized we had a few men left behind."
"Our apologies captain." Sarek mumbled walking into the dining room, "Go." Kirk commanded already knowing what his friend needs to do. Spock nodded running down the hall. He stopped short of her office. He took a deep breath as the door opens revealing a disheveled Y/n. His heart sank, "oh, my dearest." He called before kneeling before her. He pulled her hands away from her face, wiping the tears away. "Please, do not be fooled by his callused insults. You are nothing like he believes."
She looked him in the eyes, "I'm not?" He held her hands, kissing her knuckles lightly. "No, my dearest you're not. You are the purest source this ship has to offer. You my Thy'la are my wife, and it brings me great pride to say so." He finished leaning his head on hers, their fingers danced together, and he kissed her lips lightly.






