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laketaj24 · 6 years

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All The Stars Pt. 5

A/N: Firstly Thank you for 800 Followers!! Y’all are awesome! I really appreciate you all! I normally would have a Prompt List Celebration but I’m slacking on prompts now as it is! But if you have something in mind that you would like to see written send your requests HERE and I will add it to my queue. The taglist for this fic is still open if you would like to be added! And if you would liked to be removed say the word!

Catch up Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Warnings: SMUT. Language. 18+ Please.

T’Challa’s home is lavish, but you expected it being the King and all. The pictures didn’t do Wakanda justice. Your eyes watch fascinated as the flying vehicles float over head and you can’t stop smiling watching the children play below.

“You can sleep here if you want to, or we have lodging set up for you. The children are with their chaperones and all is well.”

“How was it growing up here? This place is magical.”

“Yes it can be.” He smiled. “I grew up doing what most kids do. I was nothing special. I swear it.”

But he was something special. He was a gentleman, and currently infatuated with everything that you were. “Tonight there is a fire ceremony I would like for you to attend with me, harvest and then I want to take you somewhere.”

“I’ll go wherever with you.” The words slip out and you feel the sting of embarrassment trace your face.

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Perhaps we can be a little late for the ceremony.” His warm hands sink to the nape of your back and he snakes his arms around you pulling you against his chest.

“I’m definitely okay with this.” You beam. “I have a little ceremony I’d like to try on you anyhow.”

“Is that right?” He says again and it’s your favorite line feeling his cheeks lift against your neck as his kisses in small lines down to your shoulders.

“Oh, it’s more than right, your majesty.” You turn towards him peppering kisses down his chest lowering yourself to your knees admiring his abs and the way his muscles form that perfect V. You tug at his pants lowering them to the ground admiring all eight inches of him. It was true your appetite for him was insatiable, three times on the plane. One time on the floor and just a while back in the shower. You never wanted him to stop fucking you.

You take him in your hand pumping up and down rubbing your finger over his tip and then places your lips in it’s place. Your tongue swirls around it and then you take him to the back of your throat using your hand to steady your pace. Your jaws stretched as you take as much of him as you can take. T’Challa sharply sucks air though his teeth. Your mouth is like silk around him. He hits the back of your throat pumping in and out of your mouth gently. His hands fist your hair and he guides you steadily. Hearing his pleasure has you soaking again. You make this about him sucking and gripping him to get him there, but he stops you standing you up in front of him.

“We’re going to be late.” He says tossing you over to the wall. He quickly unties your robe dropping it to the floor. You’re naked in front of him and instead of being shy your confidence level shoots through the roof. You trail your finger down your chest, over your breast and down your stomach. Your fingers dips into your pussy and then back out. You drag it back up your chest leaving a glistening trail of your arousal. “But I really don’t care.” He says throwing his shirt to the ground. He’s in front of you lifting your leg and anchoring himself at your entrance. T’Challa slams into you fully. He pulls you down to meet his thrust quickening his thrusts and then slowing. He kisses you once rocking into you.

Your cries of pleasure are intense in his ear. You call him King, Daddy and anything else that can express how happy you are to have him inside you. “Fuck me harder.” You plea raking your nails into his back. He obliges fucking you so hard he loses his balance for second. He falls back but his strength catches you both before you tumble to the ground. He never misses a beat sitting in his desk chair allowing you to ride him. You slowly wind your hips on him resting your head on his as the friction rubbing your clit on him starts to take over you. He allows you to chase your ecstasy. You thrust your hips on him erratically until you come and your body shudders above his. He doesn’t gie you time to recoup as your clit still spasms he throws you both on the bed and he pins your legs to the bed as he goes into you relentlessly.

“You feel so good around me.” He whispers. Those words send you back towards the edge and you begin to moan until your moan turn into weeps of pleasure from coming over and over again. T’Challa comes pulling out of you spilling himself on your stomach soon after. He can’t breathe for a moment, his eyes are on you and yours on his, “So late.” He laughs.

“T’Challa!!!” The cheerful voice bounces off the walls and you quickly get out of bed hoping whomever it was hadn’t heard you two.

He dresses quickly rolling his eyes and fixing your hair. “I want this ceremony to continue after I kick my sister out of my house.” He disappears from the room for a while leaving you to look through your things.

You sift through your bag unpacking a few items and turning on your cell phone. And you see it:

Erik: Touching down in Wakanda in a few hours. Better see your ass there 😈

You don’t panic but you feel the rush of fear pushing its way in. How could he just disappear and then come back like he never left? Not this time. You couldn’t. And you wouldn’t. T’Challa was a good man, kind and polite and more caring to you than Erik had ever been. You sit on the bed thinking of a good response. But it’s no point in responding it was sent hours ago.

“Shuri.” T’Challa hits the corner seeing Erik and Shuri standing there bantering. It was always a banter between them. “Erik.”

“Cuzzo, what’s the word round here? You seen Y/N? I texted her hours ago.”

“She’s lodging here.” T’Challa clears his throat. “Where Have you been?”

“I gotta report to King T’Challa every time a leave the country now? I had some business to handle, mind yours.”

“Selling stolen artwork?”

“You said it, not me.” The menacing smile graced his face as he looked at your shoes on the floor. “She comfortable as fuck huh? Y/N!”

T’Challa notices you as you round the corner. Your eyes widen noticing him nod to Erik. “You have company.” He pauses and feels the tension build. “We can give you two a minute.” He says opening his door.

“Just a minute, I’m so fucking grateful.” Erik adds sarcastically before he closes the door and you two are left there.

There was a such thing as toxicity in a relationship. Erik was toxic, but for some reason you wanted to give him a chance even when he didn’t deserve one. He stands in the foyer of T’Challa’s home with his arms folded. There was no real way to explain what was happening between you and T’Challa besides the truth. One plane ride and four rounds of sex later, you didn’t even want to be with Erik.

Erik didn’t say anything once you finally reach him. His eyes just pour over you while he drags his teeth across those full lips. You’re quiet for a moment and then finally you speak. “Erik, why are you here?”

“Didn’t answer my messages?” Erik raises his eyebrow. “Been occupied?”

“Don’t you walk your ass in here accusing me of shit.”

“Oooo, we extra defensive.” He shakes his head

“Why are you here?” You say once more

“I gotta have a damn reason to see you now?”

“No.” You fold your arms and look down at the ground. Why was eye contact hard for you? He done this to himself. He pushed you there. “Where have you been? Why didn’t you call me? Why do you keep doing this to me?’ All of the questions come out rushed and you can’t help but to throw them all at him, you want the answers. You want to know why he can’t be loyal to you.

“Damn ma,” He steps closer and you step back. Erik notices turning his head slightly. “I see the king done gave you special treatment. What happened to the guest lodging?”

“I work with him daily so it’s just easier.”

“You work for him or on him? Do I look fucking stupid, Y/N?” Erik laughs half-heartedly, his head shaking uncontrollably as he looks you up and down. “I’ve been gone two fucking weeks and you just go off fucking the King. I ain’t good enough for you, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re fucking excused.”

“You disappeared ERIK! What the fuck was I supposed to do? I’m tired of waiting on your ass to act right. I can’t keep waiting on a fucking grown m-,” Your words are cut off as he walks over to you pinning you against the wall. You swallow hard looking up at him. There were certain lines that you can cross with him, you know it. You’d heard about his ex. You’d heard about the other exes. You bite your tongue, trying for once not to be the sharp tongue girl that dwelled inside of you.

“Two weeks and you fucked him?” You don’t answer as eh crowds your space. “He fucked you good huh?” He whispered running his lips across your ear. Your body is betraying you wanting to writhe against his hard body as he takes up every ounce of space you had. “He made them legs tremble and your breath stop.” Erik watches as your breathing slows and you can’t take your eyes off of him. You notice the claw necklace for the first time, similar to T’Challa’s but golden. “Nah, I know not.” His thick fingers lift the seam of your pants and you push him back. He doesn’t move but his hands fall.

“You don’t know shit. Did you want something? You think you could roll up in here and just win me back… Nah, I know not.” You say mocking him. “Get out of my way before I scream.” You threaten through clenched teeth.

“It’ll probably be the only time you scream in this house.” He steps back with a devilish grin plastered across his face and holds his hands up. “I like this you, this “new man, new me.” But you batshit crazy if you think he gone chose you over Nakia.”

“They’re over.”

“Like I said, batshit crazy.” He reiterates.

The door opens and T’Challa shoots you a worried look. “Are you done with her Erik? We have an opening ceremony to attend.” He sense the tension in the room trying not to be over protective but his weary look and impatience for Erik takes over.

“Yeah cuzzo! I’ll let you and your date kick that shit off.” He nudges T’Challa as he heads towards the door. “See you around.”

“Where did you get that?” T’Challa says pointing towards the clawed necklace. “Shuri had been looking for it.”

“Well, she didn’t look hard enough. “ He salutes him and looks back at you. “See you around.”

T’Challa is quiet once he leaves. You can’t figure out what it is but he looks worried. He taps his Kimoyo bead. “Okoye, was his necklace ever recovered?”

“No.” She pauses. “It explains how he survived. Are you dressed? The ceremony is in an hour?”

“I will be there.” He ends the call and you sit next to him on the edge of the bed trying to figure out the confusion. “Have you seen the dress my sister picked for you?”

“I have.” You beam. You take his hand in your playing with his fingers kissing each one. “You’re worried about something and I don’t want to go out of this place until you tell me. I know that’s asking much, but I don’t like you worried.”

He sighs. “Have you heard about my cousin and I? We aren’t best of friends, I love him though. I don’t trust him.” He explains but he doesn’t have to because you knew the feeling too well.

“I have heard.” You say simply.

“The powers of the King were not fully stripped from him, I fear.” He whispers as if someone is in the room. “That necklace around his neck was on him the day we thought he died. Then a month later he reemerges but he doesn’t want to fight me. He embraces it. He moved to Oakland, helped there, lead a normal life. And then two weeks ago he disappeared and reappears today with the necklace. We searched that river and couldn’t recover it.”

“So, what are you thinking?”

“That N'Jadaka is up to something.” He exhales. “And I’m going to have to handle it completely this time.”

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winterwhitewolfbarnes · 6 years

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Choose With Your Heart

Part 2

A/N: Part 2 is finally here. Missed Part 1? Get caught up! Let’s see how Sebastian handles seeing Y/N with Winston. Please let me know if you want to be tagged or removed.

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Characters: Sebastian Stan x Reader, Winston Duke x Reader, Anthony Mackie, Danai Gurira, Chadwick Boseman, Letitia Wright (Mentioned only)

Reader: Cis female, bisexual, though sexuality is not explicitly mentioned in Part 2.

Location for Part 2: Los Angeles, California - Avengers: Infinity War Premiere

Synopsis: Y/N (Reader) is Anthony Mackie’s sister. You and Sebastian have a unique relationship. There’s undeniable chemistry between the two of you; there’s also a lot of history (not all good) but what happens when someone new comes into the picture.

Rating: As of now this is just dialogue and drama. I can’t promise that there won’t be smut in the future.

The entire theater was silent. You could have heard a pin needle drop.

Your mouth was wide open in disbelief. You turned to your right to see Winston’s reaction and he was just as shocked as you were.

“What an intense two and a half hours,” you managed to get out.

Winston kept shaking his head, he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“And you knew nothing? You had no idea that this is what would happen?” you asked

“No, I truly did not. I got about three pages of the script and it was for the scenes I was in. The directors kept everything a secret,” he replied.

The audience all sat in anticipation for the post credit scene. Once it was finished, the room erupted with applause and ovations. You stood along with the crowd and clapped. You scanned the theater room for your brother. You heard him before you could actually see him, cheering and clapping louder than anyone else in the room.

You sent him a quick text.

“My brother says to meet him in the lobby,” you alerted Winston. He nodded and grabbed your hand and led you to the lobby theater.

You saw Anthony and Sebastian waiting by the main lobby entrance. Without any sincere thought, you quickly slipped your hand out from Winston’s hand.

“Is something wrong?” Winston asked

“No… I just—”

“Winston!” you heard from across the lobby room.

It was Chadwick. He walked up to Winston and greeted him.

You had met Chadwick previously at the Captain America Civil War premiere when Anthony so graciously invited you to that as well.

That’s when all of this started. It was back when you were smitten with Sebastian. When you’d catch him staring at you from across the room or making excuses just to come see you. He’d do things like put his hand on your mid-back and hold you close. So close, you were sure he could hear your heart racing. When you made your Pros/Cons list for why you should or shouldn’t move to New York, you put Sebastian in the Pro column. This was all before you found out that he had someone back in New York. He had a girlfriend. He made you fall for him, without even a kiss, and he had a girlfriend.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you again,” Chadwick stated

“It’s good to see you too,” you said as you leaned in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Chadwick turned his attention to Winston, “I didn’t get to see you before the premiere and I need to talk to you about something…” he began.

Chadwick’s arrival made it easy for you to avoid answering Winston’s question. You quietly slipped away to walk over and meet Anthony and Sebastian.

“So what did you think of the movie?” Anthony asked

“You should have given me a heads up! I’m shocked and heartbroken. I don’t even want to talk about it. It was just—“

Sebastian interjected, “Well let’s talk about something else then,” suddenly the mood changed.

“About what?” you inquired.

Sebastian nodded his head up in the direction of the two men talking.

“Who Winston?”

“You two seemed cozy during the movie.”

“We just watched the movie together, his date couldn’t make it,” you replied.

Sebastian was quiet, he had a habit of just nodding when he had more to say, but couldn’t say it.

It wasn’t really the time or place.

Anthony broke the awkward silence; “We should probably get to the car now to make it to the after party. You coming with us or…?”

Your brother hand motioned towards Winston.

You gazed at Sebastian, but at this point he couldn’t even look you in the eye. You looked at Winston and then back to your older brother for guidance. You knew he wanted the best for you; you knew he wanted to you to be happy. He also wanted you to be with his close friend. But of course, he did his best to remain neutral on the subject, and gave you at ‘don’t-look-at-me-face.’

The whole thing was making you dizzy and anxious.

Sebastian, the guy who you have amazing chemistry with, know so well, but there’s this complicated history between the two of you. At times he was deceitful and unsure of what he wanted, and it was keeping you from moving forward. Even though he was single now, you remained apprehensive.

And then there’s Winston. He is good to look at. His voice is deep and his shoulders are broad; you longed to feel his embrace. He’s clearly taken an interest in you and has been nothing but a gentleman in the last three hours you’ve spent with him. Thinking back to earlier when he grabbed your hand in the theater, you know you felt something. It made you want to give him a chance.

“I’m going to wait for Winston, I’ll meet you at The Avalon,” you stated. As soon as the words emitted from your mouth, Sebastian turned and walk towards the exit doors.

“Text me when you get there,” Anthony insisted.

You nodded and made your way back to Winston and Chadwick.

The two men were talking and joking, but you didn’t hear much of it. You were trapped in you thoughts about the decision you just made; was it the right one?

Winston wrapped his arm around you, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Are you ready to head to the after party?” he asked

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you replied

“You can ride along with us,” Chadwick proclaimed as Danai, Letitia, and their respective dates appeared around you.

Winston led you out through the lobby exit door onto the sidewalk.

You climbed into the back of the limo and found yourself next to an encouraging Danai.

“You know you two look great together,” Danai boasted, attempting to take some credit for the matchmaking.

You smiled and blushed, even.

Chadwick popped open a bottle of champagne and made a small toasts. You were having fun in the limo with everyone, buy you couldn’t ignore the knot in your stomach.

You were only minutes away from seeing Sebastian again at the club.

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mcustorm · 3 years

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In Defense of a Black Cyclops

In case my username didn’t make it clear, the single most anticipated visual project for me is the MCU’s interpretation of the X-Men, which hasn’t even been announced yet [officially]. And ladies and gents, I have found your Cyclops:

Good ol’ Alfred Enoch, who we all know from Harry Potter and How to Get Away With Murder. If you’re not familiar with HTGAWM, know that his character goes from the de facto leader of the ragtag (murderers) and most cherished protege of Viola Davis’ Professor X to taking more of a grimdark turn after his girlfriend’s death. Sound at least somewhat familiar?

Enoch also embodies the physicality of the character well, seeing as to how he’s “slim”, 6′4(!!), black, and notoriously lanky. Wait, one of these isn’t like the others.

In general I hate fancasting. Everyone generally picks from the same pool of about 30 actors (Peeps, neither Taron nor Daniel is a good Wolverine choice. Argue with your mother!), and most all of it is based on physicality, except when it absolutely should be (like say, choosing a ~5′10 dark-skinned black woman for Storm).

And I think there’s some malarkey afoot. I think there needs to be some serious consideration on part of fancasters and actual casting agents alike to rethink race when it comes to the [white] X-Men, especially since they’re the X-Men of all teams. So I’ll make the case for a black Cyclops:

1. There is no quota on Black X-Men: There’s a bug in your ear that’s been whispering lies to you for years, it says something to the effect of “We need a black person on the team for diversity. How bout Storm?” And you’ve gotten complacent. Storm does not have to be the only black person on your X-Men roster.

2. The X-Men represent diversity: Iceman is gay, Cyclops and Prof. X are disabled (sorta), there are plenty of women, oh and everybody except Storm is white. Of the A-List X-Men, there is only *one* POC character. I’d argue that an MCU X-Men needs to champion diversity like never before.

3. The X-Men represent minority struggle while being mostly white: There’s a cognitive dissonance in the metaphor that has always been there, and for the most part, nobody cares. To appeal to the white readers of the 60′s, the X-Men were all initially white. That way, the message of the mutants could be related to the audience with a familiar face. We don’t need to approach the problem that way in 202?

4. Just because that’s the way it’s always been, doesn’t mean that’s the way it should be: The first line of defense. Sorry, that will never be a good justification for literally any idea. It’s time for some more critical thinking.

5. We don’t all want to be Bishop: So say you’re white and you have a kid who for his birthday having a costume party. You’ve bought some X-Men costumes and you want each kid to pick one. 9 white kids and one black kid show up to your house. As the kids deliberate who gets what costume, be it Cyke or Wolvie or whatever, you yell at everybody to “STOP!”, point to the one black kid and tell him “You’re gonna be Bishop. That’s it, end of story!”

We don’t all want to be Bishop. The black child could have the best Cyclops interpretation within him, but you’ll never know if you don’t let him try. And that’s no different from the Black actors of Hollywood. There’s no reason why all of the black talent should *have* to compete for the role of Bishop or Storm, which I’ve discussed, while Joe Schmo can walk up and audition for literally anybody he wants.

Jharrel Jerome is 23 and has an Emmy to his name. He needs to be in the MCU in some capacity, period. Stephan James is another. How bout Damson Idris. Ashton Sanders. But no, no, let’s fancast Dacre Montgomery or Ansel or Joe Keery again as [Human Torch, Wolverine, Iceman, Angel, I’ve literally seen it all.]

6. Nobody wants to see the B-team if it comes down to it. The next line of defense from your racebending naysayers after “That’s the way it’s always been!” is “Well, what about Psylocke, Bishop, Forge and Jubilee?” who are otherwise known as B-tier X-Men. The problem is, we’ve got limited time and limited spots.

So since the X-Men is all about wonky metaphors that make half sense, let me give you another: Let’s say somebody approaches you and says “Hey buddy, I got two free concert tickets for ya! You can either see Michael Jackson Sings the Blues, or you can go see Justin Timberlake. Free of charge!”

Now, are you used to MJ singing the blues? No! Do you have a problem with going to see Justin Timberlake? No, he’s fine on a Wednesday! He had that one little diddy we liked that one time. We’d love to see him eventually! But are you gonna say, “fuck that, I’m going to see MJ Sings the Blues” regardless? Hell yes, because that’s still Michael Jackson. He’s gonna give the same amazing performance he always does, it’s just gonna be the blues. And speaking of blues...

7. Black is not Blue, Brown is not Blue: Raise your hand if you’ve ever heard this one: “I don’t care if you’re black, white, purple, or green, I’m going to treat you all the same!” I will not say all have this intention, but some fancasters have noticed that the racial diversity is kinda low within the A-List X-Men, so they oh-so-generously give the following roles to a black or brown person: Iceman, Nightcrawler, Beast.

Notice the pattern? It’s a microaggression, and it’s bullshit. What these fancasters are implicitly telling you is that, yes the actors will be black or brown, but when the action starts we can ignore that. They’ll be blue by then. In other words, you in fact do care if they’re purple or green. Nobody will cry foul if Dev Patel gets to play Nightcrawler (because that’s a common one I see), but should Anna Diop be Starfire or Michael B. Jordan be Human Torch, I bet there’d be backlash. Oh wait. If that’s you, please stop acting like you actually value diversity. You don’t want to see black or brown skin, period. Unless of course, it’s Storm (refer to point #1).

But wait, there’s more! When brown characters get whitewashed in these movies, it’s crickets! So eventually it’s revealed implicitly that proclaimers of point #4 only care about it one way.

8. Professor X should not be black if you’re not willing to change anyone else: The next line of defense is that some people say the professor should be black, if anybody HAS to be racebent. Something something MLK Jr., Civil Rights or some shit. Number one, I’m not reducing Professor X to being a magical negro for 9 white people (and Storm!) who for all intents and purposes get to have all the action. Number 2, the Professor X/MLK/Magneto/Malcolm X comparison is an oversimplifying disservice to ALL FOUR of those people. I hate that line whenever I see it, please watch a documentary my friends.

9. The Candidates for Racebending: For me, the A-List X-Men are Cyclops, Jean Grey, Iceman, Angel, Beast, Wolverine, Storm, Gambit, Rogue, Colossus, Nightcrawler, and Kitty Pryde. Now, who should be exempt from the racebending? Storm, she’s our designated minority. Gambit, he’s Cajun and they’re white (generally speaking, that’s a fun bit of research). Wolverine, Colossus, and Nightcrawler, because their nationality/ethnicity was the whole point of the Giant-Size premise in the first place. Angel, because his character embodies a privileged white male. Beast and Iceman, I don’t care one way or another (Point #7).

That leaves Cyclops, Rogue, Jean Grey, and Kitty Pryde. Now Jean Grey is a redhead, and we all know that every time a redhead is racebent people sharpen their pitchforks (Mary Jane, Wally West, Iris West), so I will cede the ground on Jean if only so that my ginger friends can get their rep. Kitty Pryde is Jewish, but Jews of color exist. Rogue is from the South. And Cyclops is, well, just Cyclops. That makes those three characters good options for more diversity. But allow me to make the case for Cyclops, specifically.

10. It’s not just diversity for diversity’s sake: If you had to pick who the main character of the X-Men is supposed to be, most would say Cyclops. And so in a series that highlights racial discrimination in society, it makes sense that our main character be black. While changing Cyclops’ skin color should not change who he is as a character, it *should* recontextualize it. Now, as an eventual increasingly radical leader of the X-Men, Cyclops would evoke real life figures such as Colin Kaepernick or, shall I say, Martin Luther King, Jr.

Not that most X-Men fans and writers truly think about what it means to be black anyways. Storm’s minority status is almost always put through the lens of her being a mutant and not her being a black woman. In other words, you can’t argue that making a character black will fundamentally change his or her character when you haven’t even analyzed the racial context of the black character(s) you already have. Another concept that the MCU X-Men should tackle: intersectionality.

11. Representation matters: I have to say it: Chadwick Boseman’s Black Panther hit different. And now he is tragically gone. At the end of the day, the MCU moving forward is down its most prominent black male superhero. Which has implications beyond just the movies themselves.

The women are in good hands. Shuri, Okoye, and Nakia are badasses in Wakanda, Valkyrie is ruling Asgard, Storm is almost assuredly on the way, RiRi Williams has already been cast, and Monica Rambeau is here and she’s not even at her most glorious yet. That doesn’t even include variable Δ, or the number of characters who can and will be racebent. And I’ll note again that to me, Gamora doesn’t count, because she’s green (#7 really pisses me off because it’s so blatant. I hate it). Of course from a behind the camera perspective we love black women getting work.

The men are a completely different story. Imma just go out and say it, I can’t stand Falcon and War Machine [in the MCU] because they’re not characters, they’re just two of a slew of MCU minority sidekicks who have essentially been at the beck and call of Captain America and Iron Man, respectively. You cannot tell Falcon’s story without mentioning Cap. The reverse is not true. There’s a whole essay that could be and have been written on “Minorities in the MCU, pre-Black Panther”. Remember, there’s a reason BP made so much noise in the first place.

So excluding those two we have, let’s see, M’Baku, Blade, and Fury who aren’t exactly the most superheroic superheroes, Eli Bradley is proooobably coming, I doubt Miles Morales is coming (because he’s just Peter Parker in the MCU), Luke Cage(?) Bishop(??), Sunspot(???), Blue Marvel(????). Not only are they not A-List, I would not put money on any of them being in the MCU any time soon.

Cyclops is thee Captain America of the X-Men. He’s the frontman. He’s the poster boy. He’s the “boy scout”, which in other words means he’s the hero, if there has to be one. It would mean a lot right now, and specifically *right now*, if he were to be black. The MCU needs it. It NEEDS it.

12. The X-Men is the Summers Story: I’ll even make the case that if just one character needs to racebent, then it should be Cyclops, because that of course implies that other related characters need to be black because half of the X-Men universe is in fact a part of the Summers family.

So now Cable is black. Corsair is black. Havok is black. And one of the most central stories in the X-Men mythos, the Summers family drama, is now a black family drama set in space or the future or where the fuck ever. The concept is boundary pushing. When white families have drama in the media, it gets to be Game of Thrones or Star Wars, while when black families have drama in the media, it has to be black people arguing in a kitchen or living room about their various earthly traumas (I’m @’ing you, Mr. Perry). I mean, that’s all fine and good often times, but I want my black family drama in space, dammit.

And again, this is the X-Men, the series that’s all about *minorities* and their struggle, so again, why not?

Oh, and I’ll even throw out a Havok fancast for you: How bout Jharrel Jerome?

#cyclops #scott summers #the mutants #monica rambeau #X-men #xmen #marvel #MCU #fancast #jharrel would actually be a better sunspot #but you get the point #my man would have OPTIONS

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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My little Panther; T’Challa x POC!child reader

*Author’s note*

The world is devastated right now. I had read the news last night and I’ve done my mourning, now it’s time for the tribute. I’ve had this on my Wattpad for a good couple of years but never transferred it to here. But hearing the loss of Chadwick, I knew I had to finally post this fic onto my tumblr so that you all can have a read of it.

We all miss you Chadwick and you were taken away from us FAR. TOO. EARLY. But you didn’t let your cancer define you, you kept working and helped bring such an iconic character to life, as well as sharing the stories of SO. MANY. REAL. LIFE. PEOPLE (Marshall and Jackie Robinson) to screens worldwide. You will be deeply missed and will always be an inspiration to everyone. You and Stan ‘the man’ Lee are once again together in Heaven awaiting for the rest of the Avengers to Assemble.

Long. Live. King. Chadwick. Boseman.

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I was hiding within the den eating the food that my mother had collected. All I remember from my old home was fire and death, I remember running to find my parents but then I had gotten lost in the jungle. It was then I came upon a cave, well a den really of a black panther and her cubs. Ever since then I have lived with my mother and three brothers.

I ate the antelope just like my brothers, wrestled like them and slept like them curled up next to my mother's fur. Even though I was different than them and didn't look like them, my mother treated me like I was one of her own and treated me no less. I was currently being bathed by my mother when we heard something outside.

She went on the defense position and gathered me and my brothers up and pushed us closer to the den as she went outside and stalked to whatever it was that was close to our den. I know I shouldn't have but I got curious so I stepped out of the den and peeked over the log to see my mother roaring and swiping her massive paws at another black panther, but this one was different.

This Black Panther mainly stood on two legs, and its fur didn't look like fur and its eyes were not the pure golden cat eyes like my mother's. Mama roared and swiped her paw again at this intruding Black Panther and the other Black Panther backed away and submitted to my mother before turning and walking away but then I saw it look right at me.

I ducked behind the log and raced back into the den just as mother came back inside. She then nudged me towards her back, I got on and soon she led me and my brothers out of the den and we all searched for a new one. Knowing that we had been found, we couldn't stay in the same place for long. Mama always wants us to move if ever any predator found our den in order to ensure our survival.

*T'Challa's POV*

After arriving back to the palace, I couldn't help but think about that child I had seen in the jungle. It was a simple border patrol but what I wasn't aware was that I had stumbled upon a mother panther's den. I had activated my suit just in case but I didn't engage against the mother for I knew she was probably protecting her cubs. That's when I saw the child hiding within the bushes.

After that I had backed away from the mother panther slowly to show her that I wasn't a threat to her or her cubs. Once I was far enough from the den, I decided that it would be best to head back to the palace since there was no sign of trouble, but still my mind kept going back to that child. Who was she? How long has she been in the jungle? Did she have a family?

"Ther. Brother!" My sister's voice snapped me out of my state of mind and she sassed at me, "Did you listen to a word I said?"

"So sorry Shuri, I just—I was thinking about that child".

"A child?"

"Yes, while I was patrolling the jungle to check and make sure our borders were still safe from any weapons traders, I came across this child in the jungle".

"Was she Wakandan?"

"Possible, she definitely wasn't an outsider I know that much".

"I'll see if I can any records on any villages that have been attacked".

"Thank you Shuri". It was then my kimoyo beads activated.

"Ohh your girlfriend calling you?"

"Stop it!" I then allowed the image to come up and up came Okoye.

"My King" she stated.

"What is it Okoye?"

"Trouble by the river province, poachers are approaching the reserve".

"I am on my way". Okoye's image then disappeared. Before I walked out, Shuri stopped me. She then handed me the updated AMP beads.

"Take these with you, they are a much better improvement than the last ones".

"Thank you Shuri". She nodded then I took off running out of the lab.

*My POV*

After finding our new home, I was outside our new den playing with my brothers when I took notice of something shiny just ahead of me. While my two brothers were busy playing with each other and my mother was bathing my other one, I walked away and followed the shiny bright light.

I tried to catch it in my hands but for some reason it didn't want to be caught. I was so caught up in trying to catch the light that I didn't realize that someone was hiding behind the tall grass. As I caught the light one last time, I heard a shot and I was soon caught in a trap.

I cried and snarled out before three men picked me up and one of them spoke.

"She may not be an animal but she'll still sell for a big price".

"Put her in the trunk with the others" another spoke. I thrashed around and let out a cry for help to my Mama. The men put me in this large metal machine and soon took off. I kept crying and crying until I saw my Mama running just behind roaring up at me. She ran faster and faster until she lept in the car.

I tried to reach out for her but the metal trap they put me in kept me from reaching my mama. She managed to get herself in and she walked towards me and used her teeth to free me, but it was then one of the men held a gun in their hands and a loud bang was heard again. Next thing I saw was my mama rolling outside on the ground.

I cried out for her when suddenly the large machine stopped and I along with a few other animals were tossed around.

*3rd Person POV*

The poachers came out of the truck after their car broke down and crashed into a tree. They all complained to each other pointing the blame on the other when the leader silenced them and ordered them to get into defense position.

The men spread out with their guns drawn and as one of them held out his gun he heard a twig snap and turned to see nothing. That was until he looked up and saw a man in a cat suit.

Next thing the poachers, one of their men was tossed at the truck leaving a huge dent in the door. The Black Panther soon showed up and attacked another one of the poachers. T'Challa now stood before the remaining two and as the leader and his second in command were firing at T'Challa. He merely just walked towards them before striking the second in command.

The leader took out his knife and tried to stab T'Challa but he managed to dodge every swing until he grabbed the poacher's hand that was holding the knife and twisted it until he let go and heard it snap. The leader screamed in agony and T'Challa told him venomously.

"Poaching is illegal in these lands, you will be brought before the council and faced with the consequences". T'Challa then knocked the leader unconscious and walked towards the back to see the animals that were inside but was surprised to see another thing in the truck, or rather someone.

It was the child he had seen earlier today.

*My POV*

As I tried to get out of my cage, I saw the same Black Panther that my Mama faced earlier today come around into view. I froze in my spot just staring at him. It was then his panther face disappeared and it showed that he was actually a man.

He had deep dirty brown eyes and fur along his lips and chin and on top of his head. He almost reminded me of a growing lion. As he got closer to me, I snarled and hissed at him trying to be brave like my Mama.

"Easy, easy. I'm not going to hurt you". He held out his hands to me as he slowly came closer and closer to my cage. He then unlocked them and opened it up and proceeded to back away. "It's okay now, come on out now". I sniffed curiously and slowly crawled out of the cage. "That's it, it's okay. I won't hurt you". As I got out of the cage more, I looked between him and my way of escape.

Then like a shot I took off running as fast as I could with the Panther man behind me crying out for me. I raced down the trail until I came to my Mama. She was still down and there was red stuff around her head and fur. I walked up to her and nuzzled her fur and roared out to her. I shook her with my hands and bit into her ear but she still wouldn't wake up.

I roared at her as I felt wetness come down from my eyes then I curled up underneath my mama's paw and nuzzled her head as the wetness continued to come down my face. The Panther man soon came up close to me and I looked up at him and he looked at me with sad eyes.

"I am sorry". He then proceeded to come closer to me and my Mama but I stood over her growling and roaring at him. I let out a hiss but he raised his hands and said to me, "I won't hurt her, I promise". I glared at him. It was because of his kind that my Mama was dead.

Mama always warned us that ape-like creatures called Humans were always to blame for territory loss, stealing our food and killing us to extinction. Now because of his kind, my Mama is gone. But yet looking at his eyes, I felt like I could trust him. I ceased my snarling and just held onto my mama's body.

*T'Challa's POV*

As I looked down at this mother black panther, my heart sunk. She was only trying to save her cub, even though this was a human child, this mother panther looked at her like she was one of her own cubs. For her memory I decided to call this Pantheress "Kamunyak" meaning "Blessed One". I knew it would be dark soon and I had to get this child back to the palace to get her some warmth before the cold settled in.

Wakanda maybe the hottest places in Africa, but its nights are unpredictable. Some nights it would be cool enough to sleep outside, but sometimes they would be so unbearable cold. I gently touched her shoulders and could feel her fighting against me as I picked her up.

"Shhh, shh. Calm down, calm down" I told her in Wakandan. I had to get her calm because I didn't want her to hurt herself. She was raised to believe that she is a panther and I don't want her to bite into my suit and allow the Vibranium to hurt her. I placed her close to my chest and rubbed her back calming her in Wakandan. When it seemed to work, I kept her close and headed back to the jet to take her back to the palace.

When we arrived back at the palace, I had her put in a special room with a bed and warm food so that she could eat real food. And not knowing how long she has been in the jungle or when her last meal was, I took the liberty to give her the best and healthiest foods Wakanda has to offer.

As I observed her, my sister came back with some news. She pulled up on the screen as she stated.

"It turns out this girl comes from a village near Wakanda. It was attacked by some of Klaue's men and burned to the ground. She must've found a way to escape and has been living in the jungle since. How she's managed to survive for 5 years I do not know".

"A Mother panther raised her as one of her own cubs, it would seem Bast herself came down and decided to protect this child as if she were her own". I said out loud.

"You're telling me we have ourselves a Mowgli? Like that story and movie Baba showed us".

"It would seem so Shuri".

"What do you suggest then my King?" Okoye soon stated out.

"She is a child with no family to call her own, and her adoptive mother was shot and killed in front of her. This child needs the best care and only we can offer it".

"Brother are you suggesting that you are going to raise her?"

"I feel responsible for this child's mother's death. I cannot just let her die with no one to take care of her, knowing that we can teach her who she really is". I stated firmly. My general and sister looked at me then Okoye bowed her head and said.

"Just don't freeze when her feral stage comes back".

"What are you talking about? I never freeze" I stated. I then turned my attention back to the girl and decided to talk to her. I opened the door and shut it behind me. She instantly became alert of my presence and she got down in defense position baring her teeth at me. "Easy little one, I am not here to hurt you, may I sit down?" She seemed to understand me which was a good sign, at least then I knew she could understand me.

I took a seat far enough from her but kept my eyes on her in case anything were to happen.

"My name is T'Challa, do you remember your name?" She remained quiet and poked around the fruit and sniffing them like a cat would. I took a deep sigh and told her, "I know losing your Mama was hard, I lost my Baba not too long ago, and I would give anything to save him too. But I swear to you on my Baba's soul and that of your mother's, I will look after you and protect you. You will never be alone". She then looked up at me and I remained still as I saw her actually coming up towards me.

Slowly and cautiously, but sure enough she came right in front of me until she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled into my chest. I placed my hand on top of her head and stroked her hair and slowly wrapped my arm around her to pick her up and place her in my lap and hold her in my arms as she nuzzled deeper into my chest.

Within several months of teaching and immense patience, I had given her the name (y/n) was soon learning how to be a human girl, learning how to eat properly, how to walk, learning the history of Wakanda, even learning how to speak both in English and Wakandan.

I along with Nakia and Shuri taught her everything she needed to know and were there to give her the love she deserved and needed. As night fell, I tucked (y/n) in after a long day of staying with Auntie Shuri in her lab while I dealt with some political matters after opening up Wakanda to the rest of the world. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and whispered to her.

"Goodnight my little panther cub". And as I turned off her light and was about to shut the door, I heard her voice say.

"Goodnight Baba". I let a warm smile take over me as I shut the door behind me and decided to turn in for the night myself.

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fumbling-fanfics · 5 years

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MASTERLIST...

My ASK - Feel free to send anything :) FLORIAN MUNTEANU (x Reader)

- Flo being gentle with Virgin s/o - Toothbrush

- Silk Pillowcase - Part 1/1

- Red Dress - Part 1/2

- Red Dress - Part 2/2 - tbc

- Wait for it - Part 1/? - Deja Vu - Part 1/? - Calling Florian Daddy and he likes it - Mini - MBJ is your brother and Florian takes you on a date - Keep warm with Viktor Drago and Florian Munteanu - Mini - Florian and Virgin Reader Mini Fic’s/Pic Fic’s - Bump into Florian at an Event - Photo Fic - Wedding - Banter - Thundering Dad Voice - Red Shorts - Part 1 - Red Shorts - Update - Red Shorts - Small Edit Imagines - Disneyland with Florian (please check notes for additions from other people) - Imagine being at a Wedding with Florian - Sleepy Drunk Florain - Imagine being at a Wedding with Florian - tbc Picture Asks - Date with Florian - Valentines Day Date - What Savage Fenty Set Would You Wear For Florian - What Pictures Would You Send To Florian - Going on holiday with Florian and your daughter - Cuddly drunk Florian

10 facts about Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu, the Romanian star of “Creed II”

VIKTOR DRAGO (x Reader)

Home - Part 1/3 Home - Part 2/3 (Smut) Home - Part 3/3 (Smut)

Gravity - AUViktor Drago NSFW Alphabet - Part 1 NSFW Alphabet - Part 2 SFW Alphabet - Part 1 SFW Alphabet - Part 2 - tbc SFW Alphabet - Letter L

Burnt Offerings - Part 1/1 (Smut) Untitled Piece (Smut)

Balanced Breakfast - Part 1/1 Fold Clothes - Viktor Drago X PregnantReader Fold Clothes - Viktor Drago x PregnantReader - Part 2 Viktor with his child - Headcanon

Asks

- Viktor teaching you to box and things get heated

- What would Viktor be like with his child - Headcannon

- Bathtub Sex w/ Viktor

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 1

- Viktor Paying for Sex - Part 2

- Viktor & Unprotected Sex - Viktor Proposing to Girlfriend - Viktor’s Girlfriend Meeting Ivan - Is Viktor a Virgin? - Viktor is Frustrated/Angry & Reader Gives Him a Blowjob To Relax (SMUT) - Reader (poc) is Pregnant with Viktor's Baby - Part 1 - Viktor Meets Reader’s Parents - Viktor Staying with Reader - Rough Sex with Viktor (SMUT) - Cuddling with Viktor - Waking Up Viktor - Helping Viktor Look After Sick Ivan (SMUT included) - Viktor Introducing His Girlfriend to Ivan - short - Viktor finds out the reader is pregnant - Imagine having a second child with Viktor Drago

FLORIAN CALENDER

- First edition

- Second Edition - Topless

- Third Edition - Holiday

- Fourth Edition - Viktor Drago

LEWIS TAN - Bobby the Security Guard - Den of Thieves Security Guard x Reader - Part 1 - Bobby the Security Guard - Part 2 - Lewis Tan getting his love bites from the reader covered up while on set

PABLO SCHREIBER

- Sleep first - fluff/flirting - Pablo’s insta story - mini - Daddy’s girl - Attagirl - Imagine Pablo Schreiber spotting you at Comic-Con while you're doing a press conference for your hit series - Pablo remembering names of trees because you often have sex outside on hikes - Pablo being charming on FaceTime - short - Pablo fucks you in a museum - Pablo wearing you down by just looking at you - Calling Pablo Daddy - Pablo doing squats with his kids - mini - Sucking s’more off of Pablo’s fingers - addition to what @crushed-pink-petals wrote - Zeeko: sex after work. Pablo: sex after workout

RAY MERRIMAN - Ray fresh out of prison and goes to his old girlfriend to make up for lost time - Ray cuts his hair short and the reader really likes it - Ray helps the reader who is in an abusive relationship - Part 1 - Reader works on a job with Ray Merrimen and sleeps with him after - Implied blow job - Jealous Ray - Mini - Soft Ray - implied domestic violence situation

- Helping Ray out of his tac gear - gif fic - Finally saying yes to Ray asking you out - gif fic - Part 1 - Going on a date with Ray - gif fic - Part 2 - Gif prompts

WYATT RIVERS - You demand Wyatt Rivers (Pablo’s character in Thumper) stops selling your brother weed

ZEEKO ZAKI & PABLO SCHREIBER CHRONICLES - Zeeko: sex after work. Pablo: sex after workout

ZEEKO ZAKI - Zeeko showing off his hoodie - ‘Accidentally’ teasing Zeeko after you got your nails done - Being bratty with Zeeko - Mini - Calling Zeeko Daddy and he likes it - Zeeko Zaki hand kink - Zeeko hittin’ it real slow - mini fic - Throwback Thursday with Zeeko Zaki - implied smut - Zeeko in an FBI vest - mini - Cum undone - Being pregnant with OA Zidan’s first chid

OA ZIDAN - Sex with OA after he’s had a long hard case - Finding OA Zidan asleep in the living and making him come to bed - OA Zidan keeping you warm - mini - Being pregnant with Oa’s first child -

- Threesome with Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan and Pablo Schreiber

MICHAEL KELLY/DOUG STAMPER - Jealous Doug - Doug Stamper HC VIKING BJORN - Reader stumbles upon Bjorn and Ubbe - gif fic - Part 1/? MODERN BJORN - Bjorn Gif fic - Dating Bjorn

BENNY MILLER - Sunday Dinner - Benny Miller - Part 1 - Benny Miller - Preview of Part 2

Keanu Reeves - Implied Smut - Morning sex - mini

BUCKY BARNES - The New Black Widow

OTHER WRITERS ETC

Recommendations

Melainmarvel Celebrity Fic Recs - Michael B. Jordan, Henry Cavill, Trevante Rodes, Winston Duke, Additional Florian Munteanu, Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Keanu Reeves, Chadwick Boseman, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Hiddleston, Jake Gyllenhaall, Harry Styles.

#florian munteanu #florian big nasty munteanu #florian munteanu x reader #Florian mini fic #Florian Munteanu mini fic #Viktor Drago #viktor drago x reader #Viktor drago mini fic #viktor imagine #viktor drago imagine #viktor drago fic

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wakandanmoonchild · 6 years

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I was listening to “Do I Wanna Know” by The Arctic Monkeys when I thought of this. So here’s a song inspired fic nobody asked for!

Chadwick x POC!reader

Warnings: none.

I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week...

You wake up slowly, mind still trying to chase the rapidly fading dream and fall back into it. As you blink and rub the sleep from your eyes, your mind wanders to what you can remember of the dream: You're surrounded by warmth and the comforting scent of musk, sandalwood and sage. The rough sensation of his beard burns a trail down the side of your neck before warm wetness soothes the way back up to your ear. You turn your head seeking a kiss and deep brown eyes meet yours.

And that’s where you woke up. You always woke up when you looked into his eyes. You feel cold all over and you wrap yourself tightly in your comforter in a desperate attempt to regain a warmth that you only ever felt when you were his. You’ve been having these dreams about him for the past week and you feel so frustrated. You wanted these feelings to go away but instead they were stronger than ever. I want him so bad but I don't know if he feels the same way. Do I wanna know?

Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

And I play it on repeat until I fall asleep...

The speaker in your room suddenly decides to die and the silence is unbearable. You grab your phone from the night stand and disable the bluetooth function. The soulful melody pours from your phone's speaker and seem to settle right around your heart. You cradle your phone close and let the song lull you to sleep, images of a happier time with him floating in your minds eye.

Sad to see you go

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay

Didn't we both know

that the nights were mainly made for saying things that

You cant say tomorrow day?

His lips press against the pulse in your throat, the rough texture of his beard a counterpoint to the gentle caresses along your sides. Your right legs wraps around his waist and you use your left foot to push your hips up into his. The friction is almost unbearable and you can't contain the sounds escaping from your mouth, your nails scrape a path down his back. Your emotions well up and flow over just as your orgasms overtakes you, "Chadwick…nngh, love you. Chad!"

He shudders against your body, his body tensing and relaxing as he cums and lets his body fall gently against yours. When he gathers you in his arms he presses a few soft kisses to your lips as your eyes fall closed, "me too baby. More than anything…"

Have you ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

Cause I always do...

You stumbled out of the Uber and slowly walk to your front door, you were so fucked up. You managed to let yourself in the house and lock the door behind you. You let your keys clatter to the floor as you made your way into your bedroom, collapsing face first on the bed. You wished Chadwick was here. Man I really am fucked up, you massage your temples and roll over to your back. Your eyes land on your phone and you suddenly need to hear his voice. It's so far away though. Just need to talk to him. Maybe I'll tell him I love him. Maybe I'll tell him I need him. I need to tell him…

You wake up the next morning with your phone next to your head. You press the home button to check the time but your phone is dead. Rolling out of bed you connect your phone to the charger and get showered for the day. You pad out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around you and pick up your phone. I hope I didn't drunk text Chad last night. Nope, it's even worse. Outgoing call to Chadwick: 4 hr 22 minutes.

Maybe I'm to busy being yours to fall for somebody new...

The music is bumpin and the alcohol is flowing at your friends birthday party. She had invited a lot of good looking, successful men to try and bring you out of your funk but none of them were close to what you wanted. In your mind you weren't even single. You belonged to him, you were his and you'd always be his.

Biting your lip you scanned the crowd once more hoping to find an escape route from the latest guy that had worked up the courage to approach you.

"Have you heard a word that I've just said?" Tall and bald finally noticed you weren't listening. "What is your problem?"

You decided to try the nice approach first, "look I'm not looking for anything right now-in fact my heart is still taken. You should find someone else."

"Damn ma, you ain't gotta lie, I can't see no man wanting to be held down by yo mean ass." He throws his hands up in frustration and stomps away.

Good fucking riddance bro. Despite knowing his words were untrue, you feel the sting of tears in your eyes. Blinking up at the ceiling you try to calm down and you find you can't. You really just want to be with him. You tell your friend you're heading out…

Crawling back to you…

When you pull up to his house it's past midnight. You know he's already in bed, all of the lights are off inside and you know he probably has an early call time. That doesn't stop you from getting out of your car and letting yourself in with the key he forgot to get back after your split. You reset the alarm before slipping off your heels and leaving them in the entryway. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you make your way up the stairs, each step bringing you closer to him. Despite your accelerated heart rate, you feel calmer than you have in days. You pause outside of his bedroom, listening to him breathe, the sound of one of your favorite songs playing softly from the depths of the room.

You step inside and quietly close the door behind you. When your eyes adjust to the darkness and his sleeping form comes into view, you waste no time stripping out of you clothes and joining him in the bed. The feel of his warm flesh against yours feels like coming home and you sigh contentedly as you press your body to his. You feel him turn slightly and tense but he just wraps his arm around you and pulls you in closer. He hums quietly and presses a sleepy kiss to your forehead. You fall asleep quickly, safe and secure in his arms.

#chadwick boseman #chadwick boseman imagine #chadwick boseman fanfic #wakandanmoonchild #arctic monkeys #do i wanna know

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retro-melanin · 6 years

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Home Is Where You Are

(Wassup so i never post fics but Chadwick is a special case. There are some grammatical errors but i wrote this on my phone before work, so it is what it is lmaoooo. This takes place after black panther (i guess?) idk really. Basically Chadwick has been gone a while and y’all miss each other. This was supposed to be smut but it’s just pure unadulterated fluff. The smut will come later if y’all fucks with this lmao.feel free to message me with feedback!)

Chadwick x POC!reader

“I love you so much, lil mama. I’ll be home before you know it.” Chadwick said with a smile in his tone.

“Okay baby. I’ll wait up for you.” You whispered, but you could already feel the sleepiness weighing on your eyelids.

He chuckled and said “Just rest your eyes baby, and when you wake up, I’ll be right there.”

You were already drifting into a deeper sleep despite your best efforts to stay awake. Nothing was more comforting than knowing you would get to hold your beloved again after so many months apart. Chadwick did everything to his greatest potential. He was the hardest worker you’d ever met, and a better lover than you could’ve ever imagined.

He’d been away filming for three months. Chad immersed himself in not only the physicality of the role but also the mental complexity. He still called you every night, but he would speak in the accent. His mind was always hyper focused on how he could improve his character. You were awestruck by his work ethic, and his dedication to his roles. ‘This is why he’s one of the greats’ you often thought. But that didn’t stop loneliness from creeping into your thoughts. You’d never tell your lover this, of course.

You disguised it by keeping yourself busy, and it usually worked. He normally had shorter shoots, or he’d let you come visit set. This film, however, was different, bigger, and it required more of his mental capacity. Subsequently, you barely saw your boyfriend within these last few months. When the shoot finally wrapped and Chadwick called you letting you know that he’d be home soon, you squealed with delight. You spent the day tidying the house, doing laundry, cooking, really doing anything to pass the time.

Unfortunately Chadwick’s flight was delayed due to an incoming winter snow storm. You couldn’t help the tears that started streaming down your face. On the phone, you kept your tone light and airy so as not to worry Chad. Your eyes were heavy from crying and sleep deprivation. You had woken up at 5am to start readying the house, and the last time you looked at the clock it was 2:34am.

Chadwick looked at his phone fondly as the call ended. ‘Finally,’ he thought, ‘I get to hold my girl.’ He thanked his Lyft driver and shuffled out of the car. He unlocked the door to find a warm home with the wafting aroma of cocoa butter that he’d missed so much. He moved up the steps with a quiet purpose. He knew you were asleep, and he was trying to let you rest, despite his enthusiasm. He walked into your shared bedroom, and tears welled up in his eyes. ‘My god, she’s more beautiful than I remembered,’ he thought.

You had fallen asleep in one of Chad’s old tank tops. After finishing your face routine, you started talking to him on the phone. But you’d fallen asleep before you could put your bonnet on. Chadwick chuckled because he KNEW you were tired, if you fell asleep without your bonnet. He also knew that you would be pissed if you had any breakage, so he went into your connected bathroom and grabbed your bonnet.

Ever so gently, he slipped it onto your head, and left a delicate peck on your forehead. You stretched and blinked. ‘Oh my god,’ you thought

“OH MY GOD!! BABY YOUR HOME!” You exclaimed with a fresh wave of tears falling down your cheeks. You threw your arms around his neck, afraid he’d disappear if you let go. Your body was racked with heaving sobs.

“Baby, baby girl. What’s wrong?” Chadwick said, suddenly on high alert.

“Nothing I just missed you with my whole heart. And now you’re back and AND I DON’T KNOW. I’M SORRY. I LOVE YOU. HI” you felt like you had to say everything, everything you were feeling right then and there.

Chadwick pulled back as much as you would let him. The tears he’d be holding back since the moment he’d seen you flooded down his checks.

“Hi baby. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I love you so much, more than I can even say with words.” He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to your cheeks, your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your nose, your forehead. Together you rested forehead to forehead. ‘This is what love is,’ you thought. Finally, you let out a laugh and so did he.

“I am so sorry baby,” he whispered. His eyes were holding yours with such fierce attention.

“It’s okay,” you breathed, “it’s all okay because we’re together now.”

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paisholotus · 1 year

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Hard Times

T'challa x black fem reader

Summary: T’Challa’s wife is dealing with the after effects of having a baby.

Warnings: Postpartum Depression, Strong Language, Mentions Of Suicidal Thoughts

Translations: Sthandwa (My Love) Intombazana yomntwana ( Baby Girl) Uthando lwam (Beloved) Ukumkanikazi wam ( My Queen) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) Ndiyakuthanda, nawe ( Love You, Too) Nobabini ( Both Of You)

❗DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED❗

Requested By: @bluesapphire2

A/N: This MF Long. But I hope you like it fren. And I hope y'all like it

3rd Pov

It’s the most glorifying day for the kingdom of Wakanda. A new heir has been born.

Princess Lesedi Udaku came into the world. Her name meaning “Ray Of Light”, she gave that to her family and everyone who knew about her.

Except for the most important person. Her mother. Who couldn't seem to have any light in her eyes, when she looked at her daughter.

The King T’Challa fawned over his daughter even more since she was born. She was a perfect mix of him and his wife, having both of your features. T’Challa’s high cheekbones, your smooth coco brown skin, his tight curls, and your big beautiful brown eyes. She was beyond the words perfect, she was everything he could have imagined. T'challa thanks Bast every day, for bringing his beloved Intombazana yomntwana into the world.

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Y/N Pov

I looked at her and felt nothing but emptiness. I couldn’t help the blank expression on my face when I held her close to my chest, holding her skin to skin. It’s not that i didn’t love her. How could i not love her? SHE'S FUCKING MINE, FOR BAST SAKE! Shit, I begged for her. I spent 9 months caring and nurturing her, but why did i feel nothing when she looked at me? I felt absolutely nothing, and it was gut wrenching. I waited and prayed for my child, and she's gets here and I couldn't feel nothing. What is wrong with me?

T’Challa, being the observant husband he was, noticed the joy i had during my pregnancy disappeared once our child actually came. His face held concern every time he looked at me. I would hear him ask his mother Ramonda, about what was wrong with me, and she simply replied with: “My son, she spent 12 hours in labor trying to give birth to your daughter. She is exhausted, mentally and physically. Give her time, she'll be fine and back to herself in no time."

It's been two weeks, i had multiple mood swings. I was irritable, and having thoughts about my baby that i shouldn't be having. And it scared the hell out of me, because Bast knows i would never hurt my baby. I didn't have the strength to be around my little girl, but I was constantly sad because i wasn’t around her.

What added to my stress was me not producing enough milk as much as i wanted to. I already felt like i didn't bond with her, but now I couldn't do the SIMPLEST THING which is feed my baby. I slowly felt myself getting more and more depressed. I started thinking what good is it for me to be here, if I couldn't feel any love for my child. I truly felt broken.

T'challa walked into the room as I paced back and forth beside the bed. “Why am I feeling this way, T’Challa?!” i questioned him angrily as hot tears ran down my cheeks.

He looked like he didn't know what to say, but walked towards me. “I-I do- I do not know, my love, but it'll get better. You know I'm always here for you." He said, reaching out for me.

I glared at him backing away taking in a ragged breathe. I angrily placed my hands on the sides of my head, and let out a choked sob. I looked back at him, his eyes glossy and a frown on his face. And it made me Angry! Not because of him, because of the stress and worry I was putting him through. It just seemed like I couldn't do ANYTING FUCKING RIGHT!

“Get out, T’Challa.” i turned my back away from him, so he wouldn't see me crying, and walked towards the bed, to get in the covers. When he attempted to grab me, i pushed him away.

“I SAID FUCKING LEAVE!” He slowly backed away, and began walking out of the room. I got in the bed and pulled the covers over my head, and began sobbing. What is happening to me?

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T’Challa’s Pov

I went to the doctor monitoring Y/N and Lesedi. The doctor informed me that it was common for her to be extremely sad, which occurs in a lot of women after giving birth.

“The Queen is suffering from postpartum depression, my king.” he told me. I looked at him confused.

“I've never heard of this....depression.” i was genuinely confused. I did not know she was depressed. How could i not see this? I just want to understand why.

“How is she depressed? She gave birth to the child we begged Bast for? I don't understand why she isn't happy. I said, looking at the doctor who gave me a sympathetic look.

“It’s not that she is not happy, T'challa. Her hormones, her worries, the stress of dealing with a newborn, can all bring upon this depression.” he said. He went to grab his clip board and started naming all the symptoms of Postpartum Depression.

anger

anxiety

guilt

hopelessness

loss of interest or pleasure in activities

mood swings

panic attacks

I folded my arms and frowned at each symptom he named. My Love was going through all this this?

Uncontrollable crying

irritability

restlessness

fatigue or loss of appetite

depression or fear

The thought of Y/N feeling like this, and trying to deal with it by herself hurt me. I felt tears brim my eyes but I quickly held my composure. I needed to be strong for Y/N, and to make sure she knew I was here for her.

I now had a better understanding, and thanked him, taking my leave to check on Y/N. I don't know what's going on with my Uthando lwam, but I will not stop until I figure it out.

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3rd Pov

T'challa walked in the room to see you in the bedroom again curled up in a ball. You were in bed with a pained look on your face. Y/N saw his face, and looked like she wanted to cry even more. This wasn’t only hurting you, it was hurting him too. It was hurting the baby. He got into bed and after a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"I need you to tell me what's going on with you, Sthandwa."

Y/N sighed deeply, shaking her head and turning away from him.

“You won’t understand, T’Challa.”He turned your body back towards him and stared into your eyes. “You’re not letting me understand. We are one, Ukumkanikazi wam. You can't keep shutting me out. I need you, our daughter needs you." He said, softly.

"She deserves a mother that’s happy to be around her and I’m not. I feel EMPTY! And I don’t understand because those 9 months I spent with her in my STOMACH, I felt so close to her but now she’s actually here and I don't feel ANYTHING! LIKE WHAT IS THE POINT?! I CAN'T FEED HER RIGHT! EVERY TIME I TRY TO HOLD HER SHE CRIES! AND IT'S MY FAULT BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE A BOND! I just feel like she'll be better off without me." She said, As tears streamed down her face.

He grabbed your face. “D-Do...... Do not say that! You are everything to me and you are everything to her. Do not say you are nothing! AND SHE WOULDN'T BE BETTER OFF! AND NEITHER WOULD I! WE NEED YOU! this WORLD and this COUNTRY NEEDS YOU! Do you understand?" Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, and cried into his shoulder and slowly nodded.

T'challa rubbed her back soothingly and kissed the side of her head, and turned her head so she could look at him. "I need you. Our daughter needs you. This kingdom needs you. You have to believe me when I say you are needed.”

After a hour of them comforting each other, T'challa got an idea, and kissed Y/N's head saying he'll be right back. Y/N sat up against the headboard and watched her husband walk out. Y/N sat in thought and tried to think positive, her and T'challa was going to make it through this, she'll just have to keep fighting.

T'challa walked in carrying Lesedi as she dranked from her baby bottle. T'challa got In bed beside his Queen, and slowly handed Lesedi to Y/N. She carefully took her and stared into her big brown eyes. Lesedi stared at her mama and reached her little chubby arm up and placed her hand on her mama's cheek, smiling letting out a gurgling noise.

Suddenly, it all hit her. A rush of happiness, joy, and love came barreling into Y/N, tears streaming down her face, as she started laughing. Y/N prepped many kisses on her daughters face. This is your daughter. This is yours. All yours. You knew you loved her with every fiber of your being, but now you finally felt it, and it was the most indescribable feeling you ever felt in your life.

T'challa looked at his wife with tears in his own eyes, and scooted over wrapping his arm around her back, and kissed her cheek.

"Ndiyakuthanda." He whispered to her. She turned to look at him with the biggest smile he's seen in a long time. "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe." And kissed his lips, pulling away and looking back at her daughter. "Nobabini"

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paisholotus · 1 year

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OK I saw Wakanda Forever yesterday and I can't even explain the feelings I felt watching it.

Let me just say that it was breathtaking. My heart felt full but also heavy, as if I were there grieving alongside the characters.

Letitia wright, the whole Cast, did an amazing job. Bringing Shuri's, Everyone's pain and hardship to life. I remember first seeing Black Panther, and I was so proud and happy to see people like me represented in such a positive light.

I just wanted to say that was the most beautiful movie I've seen in my whole entire life. Watching the ending when it was silence and you saw flashbacks of Chadwick, I was balling because it was like accepting that he was actually gone.

Will definitely be watching this over and over

Also to the ✋🏻 and ✋🏾 people who swear up and down there was chemistry, YOU ARE DELULU ! But the Mayan Culture that they represented was absolutely beautiful. Tenoch Huerta is Such an amazing talented Actor, he really made me happy that Shuri turned him into a fish stick lmao.

BUT Y'ALL GO WATCH IT FR

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paisholotus · 2 years

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𝐌𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚

Pairing: T'challa Udaku, Erik Stevens, Shuri Udaku

Story description: "know as long as I'm around no one will hurt you, Sthandwa."

Authors Note: This book is taken place 2021-2022. I hope Chadwick Boseman continues to rest in peace. You will forever be remembered 💙💜 🙏🏾🕊

®️ this story contains Nudity/Sexual Themes, Strong Language, Drugs, and Struggles of Mental Health.

❗Please if you start feeling triggered by some chapters, by all means stop reading. I don't wish to make anyone uncomfortable, a warning stop will be put on sensitive chapters.

Important: Also I am open to constructive criticism but disrespect will not be tolerated. The Ocs are BLACK and if you have a problem with that, by all means do not READ! So don't leave racist and negative comments, because I am the wrong Author to try. But anyways hope y'all enjoy. 😊🤎

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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No. 19 - "I think I'm in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me." with T'Challa (reader is terrified of having her heart broken again after past failed relationships)

Here you are love!! I hope you enjoy!! (Prompt in Bold.)

Stall- T’Challa (Drabble)

One thing was for certain about TChalla, he didn’t make decisionswithout thoroughly thinking them through but for some reason you couldn’t helpbut think he didn’t think this through. T’Challa stares down at the screennodding his head at Shuri. “I can’t believe that she done this.” He gripes beforestanding from the the couch.

Nakia had gone deep undercover, and from what you heard fromthe conversation she needed an evacuation out. There wasn’t much you two didn’ttalk about, but she was always off bounds it seemed. Whenever her name came upor whenever you wanted to know why people still linked them together T’Challabacked away. You say nothing to T’Challa about your thoughts. He shouldn’t leaveWakanda to get someone out of a situation she put herself in. But it wasn’tyour decision. Your past relationships were not as stable as your current. Lefton read messages, ignoring phone calls, fucking you and leaving before they canpull out, nothing was as good as T’Challa. He seemed to at least value you. “So,what does this mean?”

T’Challa smiles at you with his hooded eyes and steps awayfrom the screen. “What bothers you?”

“You’re really vague about her, people are vague about thingsthey aren’t sure about.”

“Is that what you think?” His thick accent is a comfort fora moment. “You shouldn’t worry abut it. It’s nothing for you to have doubtsabout sithandwa sam.” He sits next toyou. “I can send O’Koye. I don’t have to go.”

“You can go baby… It’s just.” You swallow not knowing wherethis conversation will go afterwards. “Ithink I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me. I have never been with someone like you and perhaps that is why I’mnervous. I’ve heard she was your first love. That even when she comes around youstill stall. You don’t stall for me T’Challa. You never stall for me.” Yourvoice breaks. “I don’t want to waste my time waiting here if you are going togo back to her. I don’t want to be in another yet shitty relationship. So, ifyou would do me a kindness and tell me how you feel that would be amazing.”

T’Challa says nothingonly stares at you until the words come to pass. “I don’t stall with you becauseI don’t have to, you’re it. With Nakia,” His voice is soft on her name eventhen. “I had to stall because you don’t know what our past was, it was hard,and it was unfair to both e and her. That’s not what a relationship is about.It’s not about hurting the other one until you fall apart. Love is aboutknowing without a doubt, without a hitch in your breath that you are content. Iam so content with you Y/N. I don’t have to stall. I don’t have to thinkbecause I already know. You’re it. I love you.”

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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Black Panther Head Cannons: Wedding Day

T’Challa:

- Doesn’t sleep much the night before but it isn’t from lack of trying.

- Sends you a romantic text before bed, “Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

- Has M’Baku as his Best Man which highly pisses off Erik. But isn’t sure he made the right decision because M’Baku keeps saying the wrong shit.

- “Look at it this way, is Y/N divorces you, at least you tried.”

- But Erik is no better, “So you really gone be fucking the same pussy the rest of your life?”

- Decided on a nice black and white tux for you and the guys, wants to keep it as traditional as possible

- He chose the wedding song for you to walk out to, Leela James, Fall for You and he can’t stop crying as you walk down the aisle towards him. (Erik whispers and calls him a pussy whipped bitch, with a playfully nudge)

- Writes his own vows and they are short and sweet

- Kisses you tenderly, saying “Hello Mrs. Udaku as he unveils you to the crowd.”

- The Reception is packed. The bridal party walks out to Celebration by Kool and the gang. They lit.

- You and him walk out to Let’s Get Married by Jagged Edge.

- T’Challa and His mom dance to Boys II Men Mama And you cry watching him dance with his mom

- Erik beats M’Baku to the toast and it’s actually good other than the profanity which the elders don’t approve.

- T’Challa and you have your first dance to “Can’t Take my Eyes off of you by Lauren Hill.”

- T’Challa throws your garter belt and no one catches it, separating as it hits the floor.

- You two stay at the reception greeting everybody until he’s tired and you leave headed to the hotel where T’Challa fucks you to sleep

Erik:

- Erik turns up the night of his wedding, drinking and watching strippers the entire night

- But he still sends you a text: Bet not be out there thotting. Love yo big head ass.

- no one wanted to be his best man because he’s temperamental. T’Challa folds but he has a short temper with him. “Man these cuff links are not right, nigga can you do anything right?”

- T’Challa doesn’t respond just gives him a look and Erik back off

- M’Baku regrets being in the wedding, “Why the whole hell are we wearing pin stripes! Do you know how damn tall I am??”

- W’Kabi is low key salty T’Challa the best man but doesn’t say anything

- Erik is nervous the entire time he’s waiting for you to come in. He didn’t chose the song, you did and you chose “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar and HER.

- You walk in and his heart drops to the ground. His eyes well but he doesn’t cry just shakes his head like he’s sure

- You get to the podium and he can’t stop staring at you allowing one tear to fall before your dad gives you away.

- goes with traditional vows but adds things, “you know it’s till death do us part..: don’t make me kill somebody.”

- You don’t have a girl just a tiara and he fixes it before he kisses you, “Straighten your crown Queen” he kisses you bending you backwards gripping your ass playfully and you can’t help but to laugh as your happy tears pour down your face.

- Erik definitely fucks you on the limo ride to the reception, saying : “Ain’t no way in hell Im waiting till tonight.”

- The reception has more people than the wedding because Erik advertised it as the turn up 😂

- The bridal party walks out to Drip drip by Cardi B while you two walk out to Rock by Plies.

- You two can’t help but hype each other up dancing back in forth (My sister was so lit in her wedding lol that’s her 😂)

- surprisingly Queen Mother dances with Erik to Michael Jackson starting something and you dance to Prince Purple Rain with your dad

- Your first dance is to Boo’d Up by Ella Mai and you two sing it to each other more than dance

- Instead of respectfully removing your garter he makes it a show, stroking up your legs and throwing it to M’Baku purposely

- You two end up sleeping with each other in the parking lot and then coming back like nothing happened with a messed up crown

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