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anerdquemoraaolado · 1 year

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Grains of Sand by The Shore

Well, here we have the first chapter of my Namuri fic, guess I really jumped on that ship wagon.

So, a little disclaimer here, I chose to make this an AU where TChalla stills lives, I hope this is not offensive in any way, I really felt the loss of the character, and even more the loss of the great Chadwick Boseman, so this is a way to honour him and the wonderful and important character that is Black Panther.

Without further ado, hope you guys enjoy.

Chapter 1

Before Shuri's hand touched the door authorizing her entry, she hesitated a lot. Her mental state was still recovering after everything she had been through the past few days, her and all of Wakanda. At least, in the midst of so much chaos, a symbolic gesture, which Shuri had put aside trying to figure out its meaning for a while, brought a hope that seemed lost.

T'Challa was right there on the other side of the bedroom door, apparently alive and well, according to the medical team's report. She had left her brother in the care of her talented and competent scientists while she defended the nation. Her and her brother's roles had been switched for a while. She was relieved that it was only for a brief period of time. Shuri had also made a point of being there when her brother woke up, and that was what she would do.

She entered the room then, finding T'Challa resting. He had always been strong and hardworking, her rock, an unwavering warrior, with a perfect sense of humor that understood hers. Losing him would be irreparable and that was why she let the feeling of relief wash over her at seeing him so peaceful, breathing deeply.

Eventually, he opened his eyes, lids fluttering and irises searching for some direction, trying to recognize where he was.

-Shuri? - he murmured softly, hesitating, not quite sure if it was really his sister there.

She broke down in tears, leaning over his lap, not caring about the pain of her knees hitting the floor at once. T'Challa had no idea what the commotion was about, but he preferred to leave her alone. Surely she would tell her what she needed when she was ready. On instinct, he started stroking her head and just then his sister reacted and looked at him.

-You don't know how happy I am that you're alright - she confessed, getting up slowly, recovering herself little by little.

-I don't really know what happened, I remember being on a stretcher, in your laboratory, did I pass out? - he genuinely wanted to know.

-I made a difficult decision when I saw that I couldn't cure you - she told him slowly, the memories of that moment were still disturbing - I put you in cryogenics, for almost a year, you almost died before I found the cure, but then. .. well, I replicated the heart shaped herb, in short, it will grow again.

-That's wonderful, but how did you do it? - T'Challa wanted to know the details that she had withheld.

-That's a pretty long story, really - she sighed - but I promise I'll tell you as soon as you recover.

"I'll wait," he stated without a doubt, which left her a little on edge, but completely happy that he was there, asking her for answers.

Shuri talked a little more with her brother about his treatment and his state of improvement since then. She let him rest for more days, until he was completely ready to return to his post.

A grand ceremony was called to celebrate the return of the King of Wakanda to his rightful throne. The entire nation cheered him through the main streets, a procession that followed to the throne room, with the entire council in attendance. Shuri wasn't there, which was a comforting thing for her, everything had fallen into place for her. She was a scientist, not a warrior. Her decision to defend the country came from an extremely necessary situation.

Though she was glad to be back in her natural habitat, Shuri remembered what made her so busy there, recreating the heart shaped herb through an enemy's gift, who had taken her mother from her.

She hadn't heard more from Namor, but in her mind was the constant warning that he might reappear again, and she still had the shell that served as a communicator. Maybe this side of the sea would need to call him sometime. Even with the losses and all the violence, they had ended their conflict as allies, and eventually, T'Challa would have to meet him.

Thinking exactly about that, Shuri received a visit from her brother in the laboratory, which made her focus on him at the moment.

-Can I help you with something? - she volunteered.

"I have some good news before I ask you something," he confessed, smiling.

-Really? I'm all ears! - she replied in the same enthusiasm.

-I intend to marry Nakia, she accepted the proposal - the king let himself smile, really happy, expressing his joy.

-Thank you Bast, finally! - Shuri even raised her hands and did a short turn, which drew a laugh from her brother.

-I know it's exciting, but now comes my request - he got serious again.

"Fine." She crossed her arms willingly.

-I heard that you interacted with the king of Talokan, the undersea kingdom that also has vibranium - he started the subject - and I know about all the confrontations and the casualties, our mother, what happened to her was a fatality... the question is that... as much as you clashed, I understand that he is our ally, that's why the elders suggested that I invite him to the wedding as a gesture of goodwill. I wanted to know your opinion and what you have to say about him, what do you know about him.

The explanation left her slightly dizzy, having a little trouble processing what she was hearing. Meeting Namor was closer than ever.

-Well, he... - she cleared her throat lightly and continued - he's an ally of Wakanda, I think inviting him would show that we're at peace with both kingdoms, that he's welcome and that in a way, the past is gone.

- So you agree with the visit? - T'Challa waited for her confirmation.

"Yes," she nodded, quietly.

There was something bothering Shuri, something that had changed her, subtle attitudes that weren't like her. Surely what she had gone through was much more delicate than he could have foreseen at the time. It was better not to force her to say if she wasn't comfortable.

-What do you say about Namor? - the king repeated.

-He is headstrong, relentless, even fierce as a warrior, but certainly protective, motivated by revenge and how colonizers viewed him and his people in the past.

"That last part didn't sound good to me," he confessed.

-Yes, I felt it on my skin, literally what that means - she shrugged, almost touching the scar from the wound on her abdomen - but our agreement was made precisely because we left that aside, and from what I saw he is a man word, will fulfill what we agreed.

-Very well, then, I'll talk to him personally - he decided - do you know a way to contact him?

-Actually, I do - she remembered - he left me a shell, said I could only blow on the seaside.

-Are you joining me in this meeting? - her brother asked and that made her shudder a little, starting to get anxious, without really knowing why.

-Yes, of course, someone needs to take care of you after all - she gave him a relaxed smile, almost the same Shuri as always, almost...

-Okoye is coming with us too - T'Challa also said in a relaxed way, but still paying attention to his sister's slight discomfort.

Again, he reminded himself that he wouldn't ask questions she didn't want to answer and changed the subject, which made her feel better.

#black panther #mcu #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #my fic #my writing #namuri #shuramor #seaprincess #grains of sand by the shore

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chadwickbosemanfanfic · 2 years

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THE INVITATION (P 1/3) (fan fic)

Should this series continue?! Comment, like and reblog!

Synopsis: On the verge of flunking out of law school, a close friend encourages Evalyn Grier, a high performing HBCU and Ivy League scholar who has had her share of panic attacks, to get her head out of the books to finally have some fun! Her friend Meghan, a young journalist and socialite, convinces her that she believes a night out would allow her to unwind so that she can come back to her studies strong! But when she has a night she can’t remember, Evalyn finds herself trying to piece together how she woke up on the other side of the country in Los Angeles with Chadwick Boseman.

Year: 2018

Meghan eyeballed her close friend with annoyance in her glare. Evalyn sat with her legs crossed, reading through a document on her second computer screen completely unaware that she had become a target. She even had the nerve to start humming. Completely satisfied.

“This has to stop,” Meghan rose and crossed the condominium lounge. “You have to clear your mind to come back to all of this refreshed. It’ll help with your focus so that you can finish strong,” she slipped her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. “One minute you’re freaking out about how you’re going to flunk classes that have barely started. The next, you’re humming in miserable bliss,”

“Humming is the sound of—”

“Boredom,”

“Meghan, please, don’t—,”

The laptop was pressed shut. Meghan kept a manicured hand a top it’s warm surface as she scowled down at Evalyn, a friend of seven years. “You did not move out here to work your life away,”

“I literally moved here for law school. Two of the same,”

“Oh, really? Because I happen to recall a friend calling me and telling me she had two acceptance letters and that she would choose the option closest to her best friend to ‘have a little fun.’ Hell, if I knew what you meant by little, I would have told you to go elsewhere,” she bucked her eyes. “It’s Friday, the weather is sexy and we’re stuck inside a lounge with fluorescent lights and no windows!”

“I just need to finish this last assignment and reading. You know how hard Dr. Kirk’s courses have been for me. I’m afraid I’m going to flunk this course,”

“Reminder: The course just started,”

“I have to get a hold of it now so that I don’t drown later. If I finish the reading by 9 tonight —,”

“Nope, I’m not falling for that again. You’re going out tonight and you’re getting ready now. Get up. Let’s go upstairs to your condo. Better yet, let’s go to mine. I have something you can wear,”

“Wear where?”

“We were invited to a private event,”

“Private? And who extended this invitation,”

“The man I have been dating for two months. Now, come on, get up,” Meghan grabbed the computer and the one beneath it. Evalyn struggled to keep up, snatching her pens, papers and journals from the color-blocking red, white and cream sofa that was much too stiff for comfort. “Excuse us,” Meghan cheesed at a man they had never seen before that she nearly bumped into when stepping out into the bright hall. When she came to a halt, Evalyn bumped into her from behind. Pens rolled and hit the floor. She struggled to retrieve them. Meghan looked over her shoulder, smiling, “You see, the night already feels promising. Let’s go.”

* * *

Evalyn adjusted the black leather skirt. While she didn’t mind the black top showing off what she worked hard to keep, she still felt a little exposed with the leather hugging her hips. Much different from the boyfriend jeans she’d gotten used to wearing. Though, her legs were her favorite assets, so she did like how the skirt teased around her thighs and how the strap stilettos on her feet kissed her toned calves. All black, nearly down to black toenail polish Meghan tried to make her put on in replacement to her ol’ faithful red. That, she refused. She loved her red polish. She loved them that much more inside of the open-toe stilettos.

Meghan was gorgeous. She went with a smokey eye and dark lipstick that complemented her thick black hair that was sleek in the front and falling down her back with no sight of a curl or strand of hair out of place. Evalyn got back in the mirror to apply her red lipstick and teased at her bangs and curls. Meghan leaned over the counter top close by. She sung to herself while slipping on a pair of black earrings.

“Are those diamonds? They’re beautiful!”

She smiled at Evalyn’s reflection, “A gift,”

“From this two month mystery man who has no name?”

“You’ll meet him tonight,”

“Really,”

“Oh, let’s turn that up!” She dashed for the SmartTV remote, leaned into the living room from the guest bathroom and blasted its volume. “Girl, tonight is going to be [inaudible]!”

“What?! I can’t hear you over Juvenile!”

She twirled, leaning over with her hands on her knees. “This song never gets old! Girl, you have to loosen up tonight!”

“In THIS leather?!”

“I got something that will help you,” she twerked to the beat before bouncing upward and disappearing in her bedroom. She came back with a blunt and a small bag of candy. “Edibles or blunt,”

“No, no, no,” Evalyn shook her head, putting her hands up in defense. “Neither, I can’t.”

Meghan rolled her eyes. “More for me and a couple of friends,” she stuffed both into her purse. Pulled out her phone and thumbed at it. A grin parted her lips. “Here,” she shoved her phone back in her purse and hurried to the kitchen. “Let’s at least take a shot before the driver comes!”

“Meghan,” Evalyn whined, watching her friend pour a double shot in two full drinking glasses on the kitchen island.

“You don’t understand what’s about to happen tonight do you,” Meghan laughed. “Girl, we were invited to an industry party. Do you know whose going to be there?!”

“My guess? People in the industry?” Evalyn eyed the glass raised for her to take.

“Do you want to be there standing in a corner like a cactus watching everyone have fun or do you want to be a part of the festivities?”

“What kind of party is it exactly,”

“Does it matter,” she smirked. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“What’s up with the black? Don’t get me wrong, black is sexy and always a vibe but what’s the theme?”

She smirked again. “It’s a surprise. Now, come on,” she shoved the drink forward for Evalyn to take. She lifted her glass.

Evalyn waited.

“Come on, E, take the glass. Don’t be like that,”

“Tell me something other than it’s an industry party,”

She rolled her eyes, lowering both glasses. “Spoil the surprise?” Meghan exhaled, but was too excited to be bothered. “Premiere after party for Black Panther here in New York,”

Evalyn’s eyes bulged.

“I’ve been trying to get you out all day to attend the screening,” she raised her glass for the second time.

Evalyn followed suit. “Say no more,”

Meghan grinned. “That a girl,” she winked. “To a memorable and sexy night.”

Evalyn held back a grin. Both women clinked their glasses, lowered them to tap the surface of the counter and tossed them back.

It was one of the last things she remembered.

@royallyprincesslilly @chadwickbosemaniskingdreamybae @writingwakanda @vegasqueenbee @ororowrites @siriuslycollins-blog @lady-love-and-glitter-roses @kumkaniudaku @sisterwifeudaku

#chadwick boseman #chadwick #fanfic #black panther #marvel #wakanda forever #wakandans #the invitation #marvel mcu #disney

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noirsfantasy · 1 year

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🥖Characters: Hobie Brown, Adonis Creed, Damian Anderson, Dominic Toretto, Roman Reigns, Fontaine, Simon Basset, Black Panther/T’challa

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🥯My stories going forward are mostly aimed toward my African American audience. Some will be written in a neutral light, but I want to add more content for my black girlies out here.

🥯Anyone wondering what will happen with my old posts, I will keep them posted. I still like to go back and see what my writing used to look like and I know there are people who enjoy those stories as well. (We stan growth over here!)

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serceleste · 1 year

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Just a few random thoughts about the new Black Panther! Mostly shallow tbh. I’ll put most of it under a cut because there’s probably some spoilers.

- Fuck everyone was so hot. Motherfucker.

- Namor’s tiny shorts were the best, thank you MCU for giving us what we deserve. (I think it’s actually those little speedo bottoms in the comics iirc? at least that’s his original design? but honestly the tiny shorts were ideal imo.) If there are not approximately 4000 fics glorying in his thighs already written then what even is the point of fandom.

- Every time there was a montage type thing I lost it. D: D: D:

- I teared up a LOT. I think it’s worse because it’s tied together with Chadwick Boseman being gone. There were so many moments that really got to me.

- Oh my fucking God I know Lupita is gorgeous but she was otherworldly beautiful in this. When she turned around in her first scene I gasped.

- Riri’s reactions to everything were gold.

- How in the hell did M’Baku end up the voice of reason? Love it.

- I know Ramonda is actually a queen but every time she even stood onscreen I was like QUEEN.

- I loved the design of the Atlanteans (are they even Atlanteans in this?), so cool. My favorite was the woman with the orange flower petals costume.

- Namor is a mutant! Mutants in the MCU!!! I almost cheered aloud when he said the word.

- I did let out a “yessssssssssss” when Killmonger showed up, everything about that scene was perfect.

- Okoye <3 <3 <3

- They brought in the Midnight Angels! Okoye’s loathing of the suit was hilarious.

- It got kinda dark there!! I hated watching the Wakandans fighting Namor’s people, and I hated watching Shuri fighting Namor, so I’m glad it ended the way it did.

- I need so many Shuri/Namor arranged marriage fics. So many. (He gave her his mother’s necklace!!)

- I ship so many things. Shuri/Namor, Shuri/Riri, Shuri/M’Baku, Shuri/Killmonger, Nakia/Okoye, M’Baku/that blue warrior dude (my friend mentioned it, I’m into it), M’Baku/Namor...

- I mean ideally Ramonda doesn’t die but I liked that she went out a hero and I liked that her death resulted in a parallel arc to T’Challa for Shuri.

- I also liked the parallels between Shuri and Namor, that they were both motivated by grief and loss and revenge and protection of their people.

- I’m not super into the giving everyone kids thing they’ve been going with so eh at the credits scene, but I do appreciate the emotional resonance of Shuri having someone connected to T’Challa to love.

- We’re getting King M’Baku, yes? Because YES.

- The audience I saw it with was great and reminded me how much fun it is to see movies with a full theater and an engaged audience. People clapped at the end! Someone shouted ‘Wakanda forever!’ And my personal favorite moment, possibly the best thing that’s ever happened while watching a movie, the whole theater was silent, Shuri drinks the herb, and this guy goes “oh shit” and the entire theater cracked up. Amazing.

#black panther: wakanda forever

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lulamadison · 1 year

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I am oddly emotional about the CK announcement.

They always said they wanted 6 seasons to finish the story they had planned out, but in all the waiting for that confirmation I’d lost sight of the fact that this all may well be coming to an end.

I’m SO happy they have that final season they wanted to tell the full story, but so sad that we have only one more season of seeing all our favourite characters 😟

This show has brought SO much into my life.

When I was 14 I was obsessed with The Karate Kid. I loved Ralph Macchio so much.

I remember the day I found out that this show existed. As a long time MCU fan I woke up to many message that Chadwick Boseman had died and I was so upset, and was literally looking for something to distract me from the sadness.

I saw a netflix tweet about CK s1 and 2 with a short trailer

I look back on this now like oh my sweet summer child, you didn’t know how this would change your life 🤣

I used to write so many fics. They were all MCU based and I kinda ran out of steam in 2016. Everything I posted after that was just finishing off stuff that was 80% written.

Cobra Kai brought me back to fanfic, and more specifically Lawrusso 😍

I am so thankful to everyone who has ever read a fic I wrote and to all the authors whose fic I read 😘

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chaneajoyyy · 1 year

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Hey!! I really like your blog and i dnt kno if you are still doing this but do you kno of any crazy or psycho tchalla fics?

There really aren't any but I can add some more dominant t'challa fics that teeter towards it/are dark?

those fingers series- @wawakanda-btch

a single prick series- @supersizemeplz

#bp librarian at your service #the plug #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk t'challa fanfiction #talk black panther fanfiction #talk marvel fanfiction #talk chadwick boseman fanfiction #fanfiction #t'challa fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #chadwick fanfiction #dark!t'challa fics #alexis213

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isabelguerra · 1 year

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you ran the wizard au right? i remembered i used to love the worldbuilding!!!! and the fic series (both if them) were sooo fun, if you ever wrote more i know id read it 👉👈…. so um i know there was a triwiz tournament year, did u ever come up with outfits for the yule ball? i love fashion and am really interested in hearing what you’d have everyone wear haha. thank you for answering!!!

SIGH. yeah that was me i ran the hogwarts au. i cannot run from my past i just gotta embrace it. anyway im super touched to hear u liked my au… my feelings around it are super conflicted but even though i dont talk abt it much it was really sweet hearing how much you liked it. so yes. yes i did come up with yule ball outfits, for the triwizard tournament arc in their 6th year, which i will share for u bc u asked so sweet

first off: my biggest gripe with yule in canon was how boring it was. these are fucking wizards. i was not going to let that shit get away with black robed suits and prom dresses i wanted full ass met gala-level Extra, while still staying faithful to the characters tastes and personalities. so i ended up looking at a bunch of runway couture! heres what i came up with:

isabel, as the heir to the prestigious guerra family name, quidditch captain, brightest witch of their year, and max (hogwarts champion)’s date (they went together for appearances as bffs and bc neither of them got actual dates), had a lot of pressure on her shoulders socially. i wanted her 2 have something she could feel natural in but a little restricted by, as she likely had her dress chosen for her rather than chose it herself. so she likes it but it reflects her wizarding world status more than her actual personality. it also goes 2 be said that the night before yule she stayed up hand folding a bunch of paper cranes and butterflies for her dress that would fly around her all night. loved Teuta Matoshi, Joanne Flemming bridal, and vintage Costarellos designs 4 her

max was hogwarts champion that year obviously which means he had to have the most swag out of anyone. obviously. i was super into butch lesbian max when i made this so his inspos were primarily womens suits. he was the only one i let have a black outfit bc i cant see him being super fashionably flashy. vibe i went for was ‘shiny goth swag’, which Isabel Marant SS2020 and D&G pre-Fall 2020 really hit the nail on the head

ed was probably the most fun+ easiest. i just dressed them weird. also idk if i mentioned this but ed and rj went to yule together lol? #nonbinaryswag. my fav look for them was #1, D&G Spring RTW 2020. i love that shiny suit. i do also think he’d fuck it up in the dress at the end though

isaac i went so ridiculous with isaac you know he’d be so extra. Balmain FW2016 really pulled through with the velvet fabrics, squared shoulders, and gold accents. my other looks were Louis Vuitton Fall 2020, which were a bit sillier but i still loved for him

spender fucks it up in a chadwick boseman met gala 2018. he does not pull it off as well but what can u do

EXTRAS bc idk if u just meant outfits for Just the main cast or for everyone. so here’s some bonus outfits for other cast members :-)

johnny is one of the few muggle-born wizards i chose from the cast, so his outfit would’ve reflected that slight displacement and more attunement to the human world. i loved 2 joke w my friends that getting johnny in ANY fancy outfit would be hard, and even if u could get him in one he’s still wear his iconic ratty leather jacket over his nice clothes anyway. so johnny got two pics: one from Balenciaga Spring 2018 (love the dorky high waisted pants and patterned red dress shirt combo), and another from Coach Spring 2017 (love the jacket). he also deffo charmed his hair to Literally Be On Fire until one of the professors told him to put it out. he also let loose a racoon in the venue while nobody was looking.

stephen 100% hamish bowles met gala no further comment

rj showed up w/ ed looking like this

#i couldnt find anything for ollie :( there were also some outfits for lisa nd others but theyre lost to time sorry #paranatural #pnat hogwarts #long post #tysm again for saying how much u liked my au ;___; maybe ill pick it up again when finals are done #also looking back at these again i might go back into them.......... theyre fun and less boring but theyre not as Extreme as they could be.#i could prob find better outfits. for now though they get the job done visually and i like them so w/e

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kitkatt0430 · 10 months

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Looks like next up on Marvel's What If? is the one where T'Challa is Starlord. Which I've heard this one is one of the weaker ones when it comes to grounding the premise. Why would T'Challa have been taken instead of Peter, given what we know of why Yondu took Peter to begin with? But despite the divergence point that would lead to this kind of timeline being shaky, I still like the idea of it.

There's already a pretty stark difference between the opening of Guardians of the Galaxy and this episode. T'Challa doesn't have music as a link back to Earth, so he just walks straight through the traps and he really is well known as Starlord already. Which is hilarious and a great take that at Peter Quill.

This one does have a bit of a fanfic feel to it, but not in a bad way? I think it's the whole thing having such a fix-fic vibe to it. The Ravagers have become Leverage types it seems, given T'Challa's more noble influences.

Yondu outsourcing the pickup of Peter Quill does make sense as a 'why the screwed up and got the wrong kid' but it is definitely a plot hole that Yondu didn't just... go pick up Peter himself at that point. But I like the idea that T'Challa's enthusiasm to explore space inspired Yondu to do better.

Thanos having been talked out of his genocide plan is definitely contributing to the fanfic feeling. As does the apparent destruction of Wakanda? Somehow that seems unlikely.

I think I like how very different from the original canon this one is. It may have a lot of holes in it, but it's fun having the characters shuffled around like this.

Ah, so Yondu lied about not being able to send T'Challa back... while in character, there's definitely a lot of plot holes left because of that. I think that since T'Chaka is still alive and looking for T'Challa it makes the reunion with Yondu and T'Challa fall flat with the fight against the Collector in a way it didn't in Guardians 2 with Peter's father revealed as a world destroyer.

Overall this one is a lot sillier in it's premise but I still really enjoyed it. Lamp shading the stupidity of Thanos' plan repeatedly was really funny, as was that one guy who was a Starlord super fan at the start insisting they were besties for the rest of the episode (he's adorable, really). And given the dedication at the end it does feel a bit like a love letter to Chadwick Boseman and the impact he had on those who worked with him and were inspired by him.

I do think this one would have made more sense if Peter had been abducted too and he and T'Challa had been raised by Yondu together, but that would have taken focus off T'Challa so I'm glad it didn't go that route. That said, a fanfic of that premise would be an interesting read.

#kitkatt0430 watches #marvel's what if

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jedibongrip · 1 year

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What book are you currently reading? gravity's rainbow by Thomas Pynchon :/ in my fucked up pretentious bitch era ig

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? i dont think ive seen anything in theatres this year lmao? a friend and i did make a whole big thing about watching prey, i made a cake and everything and blacked out my room so that we could watch it. transcendent moment

What do you usually wear? ripped skinny jeans, hoodie/crewneck of some time, in these Cold Winter Months usually a turtle neck and doc martens

How tall are you? shut the fuck up

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Sagittarius, lemme google for a second okay 1 min, yes c.s. lewis and chadwick boseman very cool

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? a nickname. lmao i specifically picked a name that i could shorten to a nick name because i love nicknames

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? ive had low grade depression since i was 9, i did not want to be anything when i was a child

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? i am not and i fall in love with every single person i meet but also i do not feel healthy attraction so this means nothing <3

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? i am actually very good at academics and academic problem-solving/tutoring. i am so bad at puzzles and driving in the snow

Dogs or cats? i love kitty cats even tho ive only ever had dogs

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

What’s something you would like to create content for? want 2 make more star wars stuff and i have the weirdest idea for a criminal minds fic floating around my noggin lmao

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? putting obi-wan and anakin into fucked up lil scenarios and making them have sex about it. im also obsessed with the prospect of making blueberry oatmeal cookies

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? was supposed to enter my slut era cuz i got an iud and then The Horrors Emerged

What’s a hidden talent of yours? i am, surprisingly, very Liked by Parents. pretty much every single parent ive ever met likes me. this has not paid off with me getting a milf or a dilf.

Are you religious? no and if i was it wouldnt even be a sexy or cool religion cuz my family is made up of jehovah's witnesses

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? my glasses, i put them down somewhere and now i cant find them cuz to find my glasses i need to be wearing my glasses but i cant be wearing my glasses cuz idk where they are but to find my glasses i need to be wearing them, you understand my struggle now, yes?

hmm i think my mutuals p much tagged everyone but i'll tag @soresus @sketchyspirit and @sensoryseekinganakin

#m #thnk u friends sorry it takes me like 5 business days to do all my tag games

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builder051 · 1 year

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Not sure if you can read the sign behind me, but DD and I went to the cinema for Black Panther Wakanda Forever this afternoon. I realize the film has already been out for a couple weeks, but I’ll keep spoilers to myself just as well.

Warnings, harkenings, and, er, observations, though—

Mega sad. Throughout. Obviously. But healthily, as canonically as possible, and with respect to real life events.

Gorgeous. On par, (maybe better) in terms of cinematography, editing, costumes/hairstyling, set decorating, etc. than the original Black Panther. Equal deservedness for award consideration.

Clever, in terms of how the storyline meshes with newer Marvel (comics) content to breathe fresh energy into the MCU without going completely rogue.

Kevin Fiege was not involved in the production of the film, though Disney still has the controlling hand, and D’Espesito was a major player in overall production. No offense to any Marvel/Disney executives, but this movie, which had a ton of new names in the departmental heads’ positions and a lot of work was spread among subcontractors, really raised the bar in terms of quality. When lots of little niche businesses get to work on part of a huge, important project by nailing their absolute specialty, there’s more pressure to do the work, and people put in more work because it gives a sense of pride. (Sorry, I have survived business/econ/tech writing 101, and, as the textbooks suggested, the model actually works).

Personally, I’m impressed beyond my wildest dreams. Black Panther has always been a favorite of mine because of its Oscars connection, but I am particularly attached to Chadwick Boseman/T’Challa because I also had a severe colon disease. (I had the organ removed and I recovered, but I had a T’Challa plushie in my hospital bed to help me out.)

I have a very small file of fics in my master list labeled Pantherverse 2.0. The stories there are what-ifs, basically, putting T’Challa’s death into the canon during the time period when Bucky is recovering in Wakanda post Civil War, with Shuri helping him out and Steve never too far away to come for a visit. I’m going to put up another post with a link to that file (can’t put it here; I’m on mobile.)

Overall, the film is amazing. More than 5 stars. It might bring tears, but everything about it is carefully crafted to be top-notch. If you’re in it for a Marvel movie, look no further. Or just a technologically amazing action flick? This’ll satisfy as well. You will not leave the theater disappointed.

#black panther #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #laur talks

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dontforgetoctober3rd · 1 year

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I love the concept of faceclaims in fanfiction.

It makes me feel like a movie director, hiring out actors (yes I KNOW it’s the casting directors job but work with me here) to play roles in my movies aka fanfics.

Maybe I want to hire Ewan Mitchell to play Amy Dunne’s psychotic long lost brother in a fic, maybe I want to throw Chadwick Boseman (R.I.P. ) into a Bleach fanfiction, who knows?

I love it I can bring to life absolutely unknown OCs merely by saying hey they look like so-and-so

#fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic #chadwick boseman #ewan mitchell #rosamund pike #random musings

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chadwickbosemanfanfic · 2 years

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Please note that this is NOT to disrespect Chadwick Boseman in anyway. This is strictly fanfic. If you are concerned with fanfic after his passing, I totally understand and suggest that you do not read this post. Again, it is strictly fanfic.

THE INVITATION (P 2/3) (fan fic)

(Let me know how you feel about this first series!)

Evalyn pushed herself up on her elbows, her sight blurry. She winced against a bright light, shielding her eyes with her forearm. Closing them tightly, she gave them another try to adjust without the pain. No luck. She moaned against the sharp pain in her left temple as she looked around the room.

Her eyes darted from the bookshelves, a picture where a mounted TV screen should be, abstract paintings on the walls, statue figures in the distance behind her that looked like African kings and queens, and beautiful furniture pieces that made the space look unused. She gasped when she noted the oversized shirt covering her breasts. “Where are my—,” She tore the thick blanket off of bare legs. She stood with intention to get a closer look of a family picture placed on the fourth row of book shelving that framed the picture placed as the center focal point of the space. “Where the hell am I?”

“Los Angeles,”

She dived back to the couch. “OUCH! Shoot, shoo-shoot!” Stubbing her toe on the low coffee table, she ignored the pain and scrambled to return the blanket, covering her thighs. “Who buys a table that low!” With her legs still under the blanket, she stood on her knees on the couch and leaned forward. The T-shirt pooled around her hips. Peering over a tall table and stool, she noticed the open patio door where the sun beamed inside. Stretching, she squinted against the sunrise and noted someone wearing white pants, dark socks, a green shirt and a bracelet or watch on his wrist. Hand behind his head. Hair coiled. Tapered sides. From her view, she could only see his profile. But even then, he looked like—

He cut his eyes at her, turning his head slightly. “I thought it was nice. Came with the house.”

She gasped, popping down out of view. She closed her eyes. An image—or memory?—shot through her mind. It was an image that felt like it had happened before. One of her making a decision she would not make sober. The two of them. Get it together.

His expression had been unreadable but she knew he had taken her all in within that quick moment as she had him. His words were even. Expression was pensive. No smile. Thoughts in his eyes like he knew secrets she hadn’t made yet. To her, it was as a look that would have been more seductive under the right circumstances. Wait, it was Meghan. Her damn edibles. You’re not really here. Open your eyes and relax.

She opened them.

She peeked back over the table and stool again. There was a smirk pulling at his lips. “Wha—,” she laughed, more at herself than at the thought of him. “What the hell is wrong with me,” she closed her eyes, laid back. “Evalyn, get it together. Get it together. Come on, girl, get it together,” she laughed again, rubbing her temples. “What the hell did you do last night, dammit? Think, thin—,”

“Nothing happened,”

Her eyes shot open again and she set back up.

He was standing in the patio entrance now, leaning against the frame so casual like all of this was normal. His arms were crossed with hands tucked under the armpits of his shirt. He kept his distance so she could collect her thoughts. He had seen her arrive at the premiere and was introduced to her on the dance floor and was instantly intrigued by her quick wit and delicate gestures. She had mannerisms that were fluid and warm. Joy in her eyes that made her look like she was smiling even when she wasn’t. When she had slipped her fingers into his and guided him away from the crowd and cast members to a spot of their own on the dance floor, he had followed her lead. Gestured for his team to stay where they were. She was harmless. Though she had lead them during a song perfect for twerking, she’d opted for a bold and seductive face-to-face cute two step that ended with a playful embrace. Without much time, it morphed into a more intimate one when he searched her eyes, listening to every word she spoke. And she spoke fast. Her arms around his neck. His hands near her waist, a thumb playing with the chain accentuating her figure while she continued on. He nodded and laughed in all the right spots. It felt good to just listen. Not to be asked any questions. Not to hear anything about who he was or what he does. In that moment, holding her and listening to her talk about a research article that she couldn’t wait to finish while standing in a sexy leather skirt and halter top, he knew there was more to hear than what met the eye. Not that what met the eye wasn’t already enough. He cleared his thoughts of the night before. Focused on her now.

“Wait, this—You?” She looked around for Meghan, who was nowhere to be found. No sign that she had ever been here. But, there was Evalyn’s clothes neatly folded on the arm of an opposite couch. Her eyes darted in his direction. “Who undressed me?” His eyes were genuine. Calm. She didn’t stare long. She lowered her stare back down to the blanket.

“You said you were hot and that you couldn’t breathe. Then, cold. Couldn’t keep anything down. Despite asking for food,” he slipped his hands in his front pockets. When she met his eyes again, she had an apology or embarrassment in hers. “Guess you had an eventful night?” He smiled, but he didn’t hold it long once he noticed she was not comfortable with this information. “They’re washed,”

“You undressed me,” she felt exposed. Her breasts were free. She felt no bra under the shirt. “Did we… ?”

“No,” he answered firmly. “And technically, you undressed yourself. I helped you put on the T-shirt,” Chadwick watched her closely. He wanted to tell her that he hadn’t seen her fully naked but he couldn’t lie. He didn’t want her to feel more uncomfortable than she already appeared. Or worse. Though, he wondered how much she didn’t remember. She seemed completely present last night from when they met in Harlem to the flight to Los Angeles. Well, until about 30 minutes after eating the edible Meghan pulled out of her purse.

She rubbed her temples. “Are you really Chadwick Bose—Am I crazy? Am I dreaming? What—what is happening? Where’s Meghan?”

“Yes, no, no, you both traveled to Cali last night after the after party for the fashion show today. Return flight in about,” he glanced down at his watch. “Twelve hours. My guess is that she’s with Stephan,” he gestured towards the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

“Stepha—? Who? Please forgive me but I still don’t quite understand. Why—how am I here? Am I really here?”

His eyes narrowed. “You really don’t remember?”

She glared around, pulled at and slapped the blanket. “Where’s my phone,”

He crossed the living room, grabbed her cell from atop the bookshelf mantel. When he stepped to her, she avoided his stare but she could smell him. He smelt fresh. She could see her reflection in the phone screen. Her hair was a mess. Lips stained from the lipstick and sure to disappear whenever she quenched her thirst. Though, her Chanel fragrance was still lingering from her wrists and neck.

“I’ll take the water. Do you have a charger,” she tapped the phone screen with the length of her nails. “Doesn’t have a charge.”

He went for the charger first. “Plug is behind the couch, table. To the left.” Then, he went for the water. When he returned, he set the glass on the surface of the coffee table as she fumbled around with pressing the power button of her phone, wishing it could turn on without a substantial charge. She lingered, tapping at the phone longer than necessary. She wasn’t sure if what she felt was nervousness or shame.

“Do you know her number? You can use my phone. Or, I could call Stephane,”

“Yes, thank you. If she’s with—I’m sorry, Stephane?”

“Stephane James,”

She nodded, but she didn’t know him. “Please call him.”

He noticed she was avoiding looking at him too long. “There’s a bathroom down to the left and to the right. If you need it,” he pulled his phone from his pocket, gestured in the general direction of the bathroom, turning his back to her and heading for the patio to give her some privacy.

“Do you have any…,”

He looked over his shoulder.

“Um,” she smiled, but it was weak. “Thank you for the water and apparently for your help to survive the evening,” she shook her head. “I’m usually never this irresponsible—,”

“You had a good time. I can’t take full credit. Meghan threatened to hire someone to kill me if anything happened to you. Not exactly in those words,” he laughed. She finally smiled. “What do you need,” he turned to fully face her, phone to his ear.

“A pair of sweats? Shorts?”

“Oh, of course. Just a moment,” he took the stairs.

She watched him. His shoulders were strong. Back full and carrying his shirt around his fit torso. When he glanced back, she quickly looked down and poked at her phone. “Why don’t you have a charge,” She was whispering, mimicking the sound of disappointment.

“No answer,” he announced. “I’ll send him a text.”

She nodded. Faked disappointment, again.

When she noted he was up the stairs and completely gone from her view, she brought the phone screen closer to her face, wiping at her teeth.

He jogged back down. She heard him coming before she saw him. She lowered the phone and pretended to be adjusting the charger cord. When he extended a pair of black sweats, she finally looked up at him long enough for her to feel a jolt in the pit of her stomach the moment her eyes met his. A surge of awareness bonded the chemistry between them. The exchange required no words. The silence felt like a question and answer they both shared. Though she knew it was best, she didn’t look away. He smirked. Held back a smile. And just like that, they both burst out into laughter and she snatched the sweats from him. Dropping her phone on top of the blanket, she spun the air with a finger.

“Oh, excuse me, my bad—,” he turned away, started walking.

“Don’t leave,” it was an abrupt request. He stopped, remembered not to look back. “I’m just getting a little comfortable now that I realize you’re not a creepy serial killer in a Chadwick Boseman costume,” she giggled to herself. She had to pull the drawstring to its last stretch. Tied it firmly. “Finished!”

“Me,” he pointed at his chest. “You wake up in someone else’s home and you assume I’m the creepy serial killer,”

“It’s a classic plot twist. Waking up in a strange place with a killer licking his knives,”

He laughed.

She smiled. She got back in the cozy spot she had been sitting. “For the record, you lost,” she watched him take a seat on an opposite sofa, bringing his hand behind his head and slouching like the way she discovered him. Now, his eyes were seductive. But she knew it wasn’t intentional. Though, it made her want to keep teasing him anyway. “You do realize I get to tell people that I beat—THEE—Black Panther in a staring contest?”

He frowned, but he was smirking. “So what? No one will believe you,”

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Sure they will,” she looked down at the screen of her phone illuminating on top the blanket. “The tabloids certainly will believe me once I take pictures of this amazing living room,” she went to her camera and lifted the phone. She stole a few shots of him on the couch. She squealed when he stood. He was smiling but it was sly. She wasn’t sure if he was going to try taking the phone so she didn’t risk it. She shot up from the couch and made a run for the bathroom. When she felt arms wrap around her waist, she fell into her weight and he came down with her on the floor. She was on all fours and tucked the phone close to her stomach.

When he heard her still laughing, he knew she wasn’t hurt.

“I wasn’t going to delete the picture. I was going to look at it,” he was telling the truth but she didn’t believe him.

“Why don’t you have a full carpet on these wooden floors,” she giggled, pushing his hand away from accessing the phone. The effort made her spin and she rocked back off her knees, her back bumping against his chest.

His reflexes jerked his head back and to the left of hers so that she didn’t head-butt him with the quick motion. From such an intimate angle, he could smell the fragrance on her skin more clearly. Just as he was about to pull them both up from the floor, she looked over her shoulder at him.

Their eyes met. This time, they were too close in proximity to divert their energy elsewhere. Their eyes lowered on each other’s lips. She suddenly smiled, shyly covering her mouth with her fingers.

“I know my lipstick is a mess,” she giggled, dropping her eyes. “Stained lips are—,”

His left hand came to her chin, gently lifting for her eyes to return to his.

“You use humor as a form of avoidance,”

Her brows frowned, slightly. “Not all the time,”

“Now?”

She offered a closed smile as her answer.

He scanned her face. Then her eyes. “I’m glad you told me not to leave your side on the dance floor,”

Her eyes narrowed. “I did not,”

He smiled, nodded.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m such a light weight,”

“Not exactly,” his chest bumped into her back gently. She realized she was leaning against him for support.

Her eyes bucked in surprise. “Hey, be a gentleman. I’m sensitive,”

“I do it too,”

She frowned, unsure.

“Humor for avoidance, sometimes,” he smirked.

“You call that humor?”

“Relative,”

“I suppose so,” she playfully bumped against him. “Meanie,”

“Evalyn,” his voice grew serious. “In an effort to being a gentleman,”

“Um-hmm,” she kept her eyes on his, her response low. Subconsciously matching his tone.

“Can I kiss you?”

… (to be continued)

#chadwick boseman #chadwick #black panther #marvel #tchalla #fanfic #wakanda forever #wakandans #the invitation #marvel mcu #disney

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