not my house though

Arranged (Part 1)

Summary:Tanta and Wakanda have been in a small war for the past 10 years so when the Kingdoms decide to make an alliance they have to do something to link the two kingdoms together.

Warning: None

A/n: So this is new….. hope you guys like it I had alot of fun writing it!
Ps please don’t judge the name Tanta I used a generator…

Originally posted by caps-bucky


T'Challa POV
When the King and Queen of Tanta walked in I was angry, I had to welcome them into my house with open arms even though my people had been killed by their peoples hand. But my grandfather smiled and welcomed them, and that’s when I saw her. Her y/h/c was wavy but pulled back into an updo, her y/e/c eyes looked around in wonder, that is until they landed on me she quickly looked away. Who was she?
“King Richard, Queen Mary, welcome to Wakanda. We hope that you enjoy you stay here.” My grandfather seemed to be sincer in his words.
“Thank you. We have brought out eldest child with us Y/n.” I looked over at the girl again, she bowed her head but didn’t say a word. My grandfather smiled a her and I saw something in his smile, was it simpathy?
“Well T'challa can show her to her room.” I sighed a little than smiled and nodded. I knew I would have to spend the next couople weeks with her. Not that I wanted to spend my time with a spoiled princess, but it seemed I had little choice.
“Yes, I can show her to her room.” I say forcing a smile.

Prince T'challa walked forward than stopped and waited for you to follow, you looked at your father and he nodded so you walked towards the Prince, and once you were out of sight of your parents you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were keeping in. The prince had obviously noticed but you didn’t care, you never wanted to come to Wakanda, and you never wanted to meet T'challa. He stopped and opened a door, you walked in and looked at the beautiful room, it had a couch that faced towards a fireplace and a balconey, and the bed was beautiful, it was a wooden bed with a gold and red quilt over it. “Thank you.” you muttered out before walking in and closing the door, you walk past the bed and run your fingers over the soft fabric of the quilt as you walk onto the balconey and took in the incredible view, you loved Tanta but it didn’t have a view like this.

Originally posted by hawkwoman

“If we do this than both sides will be united.” King Richard says
“This is something that I would have to spend time thinking about, because it doesn’t only affect my kingdome, but if affects my grandson personally.” King T'Chaka says looking at the Tanta King and Queen.
“This would end the fued between out two kingdoms for good.” Queen Mary adds, making T'chaka sigh he knew that he would have to agree, but the consequences to follow would be undoable.
“I agree to the conditions, but let’s wait to announce this.” T'chaka says.
You had been here for 5 hours and hadn’t left your room, it wasn’t like you knew about anything to do. Soon your door opened and T'Challa walked in, ‘Dinner is ready.“ he says to you, you nod and stand up to follow him after a moment of walking in silence T'challa speaks up, “So how do you like Wakanda?” he asks and you rolled your eyes.
“Considering I’ve spent most of my stay in my room I haven’t seen much of it.” you say knowing that if your father found out that you would be in trouble for speaking so….. freely. “But than again the Wakanda people wouldn’t ve very happy to see me.” there you go again digging a deeper hole to bury yourself in.
“Yes, but your people distroyed part of our kingdom.” T'Challa spat back.
“And your didn’t ruin ours?” you scoffed and the beg headed Prince that was before you.
“We did what we had to do to protect ourselves.” T'challa says almost yelling.
“So did we.” you say angrily, T'challa scowls.

T'Challa’s POV
I could tell that me and Y/n were not going to be friends, she was so annoying, and stuborn, I would be counting down the days to her departure. When we entered the dining room Y/n stopped bickering and stood next to her chair, I walked over and pulled it out she still stayed still, and that’s when I saw her father nod and she moved to get into the chair, she mummbled her thanks even though I knew she was only saying it because her parents were there. Throughout the evening I noticed this would happen whenever Y/n would do or need, or get asked anything, she would wait for her father’s nod.
What’s going on?

~2 days later
I had noticed more and more of Y/n and her father’s notions towards eachother, but when King Richard wasn’t around she would go back to her annoying self. Y/n and I had argued over everything and I had come to the conclusion that we would never be friends.
“Prince T'challa your grandfather wishes for your presence.” one of my assisstants says I nod than go to see my grandfather. When I walked in Y/n and her parents were there also. I rolled my eyes, Y/n was acting like she was so sweet.
“T'challa, thank you for joining us,” my grandfather smiled but it seemed sad “we have some news.” he continues and I prepare myself for what was about to hapen.

King T'chaka seemed nervous while he talked to T'challa, but his news couldn’t be that bad.
You saw the way that King T'chaka looked at the Prince he was proud of him, he wanted whatwas best for his grandson and he would do anything for T'challa, you onlly wished that you could have even an ounce of that love.
“We havecometo an agreement of an alliance, between Wakanda and Tanta.” King T'chaka says looking over to your father to continue.
“For the alliance to be finalized and to do that we need something to tie the two kingdoms togeher, so we have to agreed to the marriage of you two.” your father says plainly, you feel your whole body go numb.

Tag List: @fly-f0rever
  • Gryffindor: Remember we leave for our Hogsmeade trip at 9 tomorrow. So you should probably get up around 8 to shower and eat first.
  • Ravenclaw: I have three alarms set
  • Ravenclaw: 7:43, 7:52 and, 8:08
  • Gryffindor: Why did you have to pick the three most random times?
  • Ravenclaw: They aren't random. I simply made the hour the sum of the two minutes. So 4 plus 3 is 7 which is why I chose 7:43.
  • Gryffindor: Of course you did.

ASoIaF Fancast: Valery Kovtun as Rhaegar Targaryen 

Imagine: getting snowed in with Loki

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You sighed loudly as you stared out of the frosted window.  The wind was howling outside, and instead of having a nice winter vacation in the mountains, you ended up trapped in the cabin with Loki.  Admittedly, it could be much worse, and you always enjoyed time away from the other Avengers and their ‘relationship advice’, but you had hoped to be able to enjoy light snow.

Currently, Loki was on the bed across the room.  He had busied himself by reading one of his books from Asgard, but his eyes drifted to you, and he wished he had power over the weather.  You loved the snow, but not when it became too strong to enjoy.  He smiled softly at the thought of the love you held for the cold, as it often brought him comfort.  He closed his book gently and walked to your side, before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Darling, you needn’t sulk over the storm… There are much better things we could be doing.”  He whispered, and while you shivered –not from the cold-, you simply gave him a weary smile.  You knew he was trying to distract you from the gloomy weather and the fact that you were boxed in by the snow, but you weren’t so easily fooled.  After all, you were in a relationship with the God of Lies.

“As nice as that sounds, I’m just not up for it.”  You responded, before looking back out the window. You knew Loki’s body could handle the weather if he ventured outside, but yours wouldn’t.  You leaned against Loki’s chest, and smiled softly at his comforting embrace.  Loki hummed in understanding and kissed the side of your head, his cool lips nearly feeling warm in comparison to the weather.

“At least come to bed, [Y/N]… Staring longingly outside won’t change the unfolding weather.”  He pointed out, before taking your hand and guiding you to the bed.  You rolled your eyes at him, but your heart was warmed by his actions.  Since you started dating him, Loki had grown much more considerate of your wellbeing and emotions.  The two of you supported one another, even if it was as simple as making sure Loki had the right hair care products.

“Fine… but you better not pick up your book.”  You noted with a grin, pulling a chuckle from the Jotun-Asgardian.  He pulled you down onto the soft mattress before leaning over you and trapping you between his arms.  You hummed contentedly and entangled your fingers in his long hair.  He leaned down to press his chilled lips against yours, and the dreary weather flew from your mind.  You gripped his dark locks and playfully nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a deep growl from the prince.

“Darling… with you in my arms, why would I ever need a book?”

An Open Letter to Hillary

I was eight years old when you became the First Lady. I remember that I liked your hair, and your headbands, and how pretty and young you seemed, standing with your charming husband, waving at the crowd.

There were jokes about you in my small town. You were too powerful, too bold, too attached to your maiden name. You made people nervous. In my house, though, you were admired. My father called you “Mrs. Clinton,” and we were proud to see you in the White House.

And then when I was older, following politics on my own, you were in the Senate. All the people who had said you were too smart, too pushy, too much, to be a First Lady, had to see you succeed all on your own. I wasn’t from New York, but it still felt, a little, like you represented me.

I was so happy when Obama appointed you Secretary of State. I canvassed for him in 2008, as charmed and energized by him as everyone else, but I wished that it hadn’t had to be at the expense of your own campaign. Seeing you as Secretary was a balm, and you seemed to thrive. Do you remember when that picture became famous, the photo of you texting on Air Force One? God, I loved it. You had arrived. You looked like the most powerful woman in the world, like all of that responsibility rested easy on your shoulders. You were a badass.

As I watched you this fall, debating against a man who made a mockery of democracy, I took comfort in the way you handled yourself. You looked like a president, for all that we’d never had one who looked like you before.

I didn’t believe you could lose this thing, Hillary. When I cast my ballot for you, it felt momentous. It felt like it meant something. And it did. It did.

That’s what I want you to know. I can’t imagine how it felt when you realized that somehow, for reasons that hurt my heart so deeply I can barely breathe, Trump was going to win. But I want you to know that you did not fail. America failed you, but you did not fail.

Because you know what? I’ve grown up with you. Your very presence in the world has changed the parameters of mine. I grew up watching you fight your way through Washington, and every step you took was also a step for me, and for every other woman in this country.

So thank you, Hillary, for the work you have done and will continue to do. I’m sorry you won’t be my president, but I hope you realize that you’ve been so many other things to so very many women.


I thought I had an explanation, but I don’t

screenshot courtesy of @kaminagirl!

He still loves without makeup on.
He still loves me even though my hair is everywhere in his house and it drives him crazy.
He still loves me even when I’m insecure.
He still loves me when I have food falling out of my mouth.
He still loves me when I’m acting crazy.
He still loves me when I steal the bed and covers.
He still loves me when I have a huge pimple.
He still loves me when I’m utterly unlovable.
I used to be scared that someone wouldn’t love me for all these parts.
Until he stumbled across my path.
He still loves me.
—  Chapters from my life
I didn’t think I loved her,” he said,
“I was with her for months and I spent so many nights with her falling asleep on my chest. I knew her family, although they didn’t like me much but that never seemed to bother her and it certainly didn’t bother me. My family were quite fond of her though, I mean bringing girls back to my house for more than a one night stand was pretty uncommon for me and besides, she had these huge brown eyes that lit up whenever she spoke to you, it was pretty rare for someone to dislike her, she was nice, you know? She meant well. Pure intentions you could say, and we all know how rare that kind of shit is these days. But back to my point, despite all of this - I still couldn’t hand on heart say I loved her, sure she was nice to have around and I can’t even begin to explain the anger in my chest I’d get whenever someone else looked at her, she was mine but for some reason I couldn’t love her, I tried, I tried so hard but I couldn’t and eventually we ended it because i don’t know about you but pretending things are fine when they’re not is pretty god damn exhausting after awhile. A year later and we haven’t had much contact, barely any in fact - I’ve had the obvious drunk calls but I haven’t had one in awhile now, word around town is that she has a new boyfriend now, so that’s probably why. And I shouldn’t be bothered really because I knew this was gonna happen eventually, but it’s 3am and a year ago I was pretty convinced that I didn’t love her, now I’m not too sure.
—  Too late /
Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

707 thinks Santa is a spy and tbh he’s persuasive