Black Panther Imaginations (One Shots Ft Readers)

Your Crush (T'Challa)

"Good morning." Said someone you knew too well with just the sound of his voice.

"Good afternoon." You replied sarcastically to that voice that tend to stare at you doing some work.

"Ouh ya. I forgot. My mistake." He replied jokingly. Then he pushed your arm.

"Whatever. What you wish to eat my King?" You annoyedly asked to King T'Challa. King of Wakanda. You have been working as a chef for quite some time already.

"I want to eat anything that you cook." He says smirking away.

"Good. Then I shall cook you alive." You says jokingly to the King. Not looking at his face.

"Did you get any news on Nakia?" He asked whispering in your ear.

"Ya. She told me that she was still on the same mission. If she needs your help, she will inform me." You explained to King T'Challa with a lazy voice you made. You have always been the middle person between the lovebirds of King T'Challa and Nakia. You often helps them both in their relationship.

"That sounds more relieving. Fuhh... I want ice cream! Send it to my room." He says commanding. As soon as you nod, he left to his room.

You then stop you process of cooking and prepared the ice cream that was in the fridge. After you scoop three scoop of ice cream on the specific cup. You took it to the room. You knocked and entered.

"Your ice cream. My king." You said before leaving the room.

"Y/n... I don't want the ready made ice cream. I wanted you to do your own ice cream. Now!" King T'Challa demanded. Then you took the ice cream cup and left to the kitchen.

Few minutes have past. You finally knocked on the door with your own made ice cream to serve the King of Wakanda. You put it on the table in front of King T'Challa that was typing something on his table like touch screen laptop.

"Excuse me, y/n..." King T'Challa called your name just before you could leave the room.

"Yes, my King?" You asked with a tired voice.

"Don't you know how to put any decorations on top to make it look appetizing?" He sarcastically asked while he pushed the cup back to you.

You took it with a disappointed feeling and headed to the kitchen. By the time you reach to the kitchen, the ice cream melted. You had to freeze back again before decorating the ice cream. Then, you quickly took it and send it to King T'Challa's room.

"Here is the ice cream." You said half dead.

"No." King T'Challa shook his head.

"I beg your pardon my King?" You quickly asked with a sad look on your face.

"Now, is my time to have my lunch. Are you done with lunch?" King T'Challa asked as his fingers intertwined and he looked at your face.

"Yes. Your lunch is ready." You replied.

"Good. Keep this to after my lunch. Now prepare my food." King T'Challa demanded.