Marvel and DC Imagines

Cringy Conversations (T'Challa Udaku x Reader)

She was pretty, standing at the edge of her misery. In the shadows she was hiding in, she held her smile bravely.

Her smile was plastered on her face as held the champagne glass on the top of her fingertips all delicate and graceful.

Her hair was swept over her shoulder, complementing her sleek f/c dress.

T'Challa watched her from the corner of his eye as he observed he way she held herself with grace and elegant that could fool anyone.

Anyone by him, of course.

He had seen the same way she talked before, along with her smile and her posture.

It was the way he used to see himself in the mirror. Her sad eyes was filled with false hope as she agreed with everything the others said.

"Oh she's so pretty."

"Such a respectable young lady."

"She'd make a perfect wife."

That's what they all said.

Just like the things she projected. A mile long line of men waited for her hand as her parents stood proudly choosing every person.

It reminded him of how he saw himself.

"Such a smart man, he would be a great king."

"They raised him well."

"So fine and handsome, smart and wise."

He didn't feel that way. Did they only see him as that? What about his personality? And his other works?

T'Challa made eye contact with her eyes from across the ballroom.

She offered him a polite smile before looking away.

He set his glass down before leaving to get some fresh air.

Opening the balcony door, letting the cold, crisp air in the warm and humid room.

Leaning against the cool stone, he admired the dark night sky with glittering stars.

Light pollution made these very rare around the world.

Just as he glanced down at the small town below the castle, he heard the door open and footsteps.

"Sorry, I thought I would be alone." Y/N muttered on apology while quickly leaving.

"Well, there's enough room for both of us." T'Challa bargained.

She hesitated before nodding curtly, it was rude not to accept his offer. That thought made T'Challa sad.

A awkward silence filled the air as she stared out at the silent night absentmindedly.

"Not liking the party?" T'Challa broke the silence with a single sentence.

"It's not really my scene." She said.

"Mines too." He chuckled.

"Introverts must stick together." She joked pathetically.

"Yeah."

Another silence filled the air, so cringy it could make the author cry just writing this.

"So, why are you here?" He asked.

"My parents wanted to make some marriage meetings." She said, looking down. T'Challa could see all her eyelashes and the shadows they made across her cheek. "Have your parents decided on your wife?"

"Oh no, that's for me to decide." T'Challa shook his head. "They have a few suggestions but I get to choose."

She nodded, quietly

"I bet a lot of men are waiting for your beautiful hand." He said. He knew a lot of people were. His parents suggested her once to him but said there was a lot of suitors but if he wanted he could marry her.

T'Challa jut shook his head back then but now he was having second thoughts.

But right now, he just wanted to get to know her.

"Yeah," she chuckled, dryly. "A lot. So many that it is overwhelming."

"Which is the worst?" He asked, out of curiosity.

She laughed. "Which one?" Her laugh was adorable to him as he watched, memorized. "The worst was this guy who ate everything in then palace and then insisted kissing my hand every time we saw each other."

T'Challa cringed as she laughed at his reaction.

"Yeah, and he once tried to kiss my and I socked him on the cheek." She smiled, smugly. "He won't even look at me now."

T'Challa chuckled. "That was the worst?"

"Did you get worst?" She asked, raising a perfect eyebrow.

"Well, there was this one girl who had no personality and just followed me around like a lost puppy while hugging me every time we see each other." T'Challa explained. "She had this powder on her hands every time I had to kiss it."

She wrinkled her nose. "Ew."

"It tasted like cocaine."

"How do you know what that taste like?" She questioned, smiling a little.

T'Challa shrugged, smiling.

The tension from earlier disappeared as they felt relief with each other from the constraints of society leave.

The cars below rolled up as people left.

Y/N glanced down, then looking up to meet T'Challa's dark eyes.

"I better get going." She said, curtsying. "I hope to see you soon."

"Me three." T'Challa said. "I mean, me too."

Slapping himself as soon as she left, he smiled.

He really hoped he would see her soon.