#chadwick boseman fanfic

[chadwickbosemanfanfic]

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.

Synopsis: So much can happen when the cameras are gone. Rihanna has known about an article where Chadwick Boseman mentioned her. When the two finally run into one another a year after the publication, they share a moment in time that becomes a secret they’ll never forget.

THEIR SECRET (2/3)

The First Night

QUICK RECAP (Their Secret 1/3) —

… He stood to meet her embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His slipped around her waist. The stilettos gave her the height to mold into him perfectly. They felt each other exhale against the contact. “Spend a night with me,” now it was a question, whispered in his right ear before she pulled back.

“One night sounds impossible,” his eyes lowered on her as her face came into view.

“Then we can make it two. See you in five,” she didn’t wait for a reply. She smiled slightly, sashaying toward the private lounge exit.

The image of her lingered long after she was gone. Including the scent of her perfume. A part of him felt distant from the moment as if he was only imagining it. Uncertain. Conflicted. He contemplated, taking one last look towards the exit.

He flagged down the bartender to cancel the order of drinks. Closed his tab. Headed for the exit, fishing out the phone vibrating in his pocket. Read the screen. Slid the bar to the right, placing the phone to his ear.

“Pops, how are you?”

“Blessed, son. How are you? Sounds like something’s going on?”

“Your timing,” he shook his head. “Facing somewhat of a dilemma,”

“Talk to me,”

Stepping outside of the lounge, he eased up his hood to conceal himself for as much and as long as he could. He spotted the opening elevators and a growing crowd. He hung back.

“I, uh,” he knew his father was a straight shooter. No need in beating around the bush. “I’m considering spending the night with someone I’ve been intrigued by for years. Someone other than Simone.”

“Her name?”

“Out of discretion for her, I—,”

“No, no, I understand. Is this a fan?”

He thought about it. “Not exactly. You know I would never exploit a fan,” he pretended to be interested in a stand of newspapers, waiting for pockets of people to disperse in separate elevators.

“Well, you have more to think about in regards to the long-term girlfriend who may very well become your wife,”

“Which makes this a confession,” he lowered his head down on the newspaper as a crowd strolled by. “Before committing the crime.”

“Son, you are a man of integrity and I have known you to be nothing less. Don’t let the overnight fame get you in something you can’t get out of. We are honorable men and I don’t expect you to compromise that with some woman you’ve met, whom you don’t see a future with.”

Chadwick offered only silence, clinging to the word future. He and his father both knew how fickle that word meant now.

“Chad, are you there?”

“I’ve been on the straight-and-narrow my entire life. Give or take a few growing pains,” he paused. “Life has seemed to give up on me before I’m ready to give up on it.”

“I know where this is going,” his father exhaled. “This is not the kind of decision you should make under these circumstances. You’re one of the most disciplined, admirable men I know, Son. There ain’t no need in me preaching about what you should and should not do as I know this is not how you have ever navigated life. All I offer is that you be safe. Not just for yourself but also for her and the permanent people in your life before and after your last breath. And ain’t no need in overthinking about that either. Our legacy are the lives that we touch, which I know you are well aware. Like you have always done, be mindful of the impression you imprint on others.”

Someone near the elevator appeared to be pointing in his direction. “Thanks, Pops, I gotta go.”

“Be safe, Son.”

Chadwick placed the newspaper calmly and neatly before making a smooth break in the opposite direction. He cut a corner in search of an alternative route, opting for the grand staircase in the distance.

***

Chadwick approached the door, lowering his hood. Just as he was about to knock with an opposite hand, the door swung open. His eyes lowered with his fist, a relaxed gaze taking in every inch of her.

“Boseman,”

He smiled.

“How many autographs did it cost you to make it here?”

“None,”

“Ah, stealth,” she glanced over her shoulder. “That’s to be expected. And you made it on time,” her eyes appreciated the slight nervousness in his, “It cost me about 20,” she flashed her manicured fingers, bucking her eyes to exaggerate her statement and to lighten the mood. “A cute family of four nearly followed me here. But, of course, security,” she stepped forward, gripping his arms to adjust him slightly. She popped her head out into the hallway. Waved. Behind dark shades, the guard only offered a nod. She pulled back and eyed Chadwick. “No worries, he minds his business and is quite harmless,” she stepped back, looking him from head-to-toe and back up again. “You smell like I thought you would.”

His laugh was more of a grunt out of surprise just as she slipped her palm in his, guiding him inside.

“Mind if I take your jacket,” she turned to face him, releasing his hand, missing its firmness and warmth. She watched him bring the pullover past his head down to be folded neatly in his hands. She admired the length of his fingers and the visible veins with his movements. His nails were full and clean. She stopped his hands from folding. “Relax,” she winked, taking the pullover to toss it beside them. It unfolded as it landed on a chair. She stepped further inside the room. He followed.

“Sometimes, I schedule getaways. Staycations for me to just relax,” she looked over her shoulder to meet his gaze. “To silence the noise.” When he came to a stop, so did she. “Someone on your mind?”

He took a step aside. “There’s a lot on my mind,”

“That’s not what I asked you,”

“Well, of course. But I’m here… with you.”

She smiled, extending her hand. “Then be fully present and join me.”

Her palm was soft, cool. Taking small steps behind her, his eyes traced the neck tattoo hidden beneath curls. He slowed them down, tugging at her hand for her to shift and mold into him. He inhaled, drawing in her fragrance. Subtle. Feminine. Sexy. She felt his chest rise against her back and relax when he exhaled. There was always something mysterious about him. Concealed emotions that she felt now through his touch. It was this thought that made her feel sexy against him.

She cut her eyes over her shoulder, letting him get a glimpse of her consent before his lips came near her left ear. To her surprise, he didn’t say anything. At least not with words. She felt a small kiss. Then, another on her neck. Lower. She didn’t feel his hand leave hers but felt his finger brush away curls cascading from her ponytail. His lips brushed against the back of her neck, making her eyes close. She tried to keep her breathing steady. His kisses were patient, much like his hands. She felt strong fingers intertwine with hers. She relaxed against him completely, happy she decided to keep on her heels. She maneuvered a little against his pelvis, satisfied when she heard him draw in a breath. Suddenly, she felt his warmth disappear.

She opened her eyes, feeling a little disappointed as his fingers slipped from hers. She watched him head towards the phone, stopping himself to take in the view.

“All of this on the third floor?”

“A hidden gem,” she smiled. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted champagne. I don’t think I would have made it up with two bar glasses. I’ll order a bottle,”

She stepped forward, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re nervous?”

“Not exactly,”

“Prove it,” she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. She adjusted her stance under his gaze, playfully rolling her eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

For the first time, watching her closely, he realized she was nervous too.

He smiled, assessing their surroundings. “We can enjoy this together and still respect those we are with,”

“Pardon me,”

“I know you’re with ASAP,”

“We are merely dating,”

“I have a feeling there’s something more there than you’re willing to admit in this moment,”

She felt exposed.

“No judgment, of course,” it was his turn to extend his hand. “Tell me what you want.” … to be continued.

[ajmagne530]

Amenadiel VoiceClaim Inglés

[wakandamama]

To the shawties asking me for more Euphoria smut fics... (And imma hold your hand when I say this, with love and care)

No✨😌

The reason I only wrote Fezco fics was because he was the only person depicted in the show as my age range (early 20's) and Angus Cloud (may he rest in peace) was fine as hell to me. I would and will never write smut about any other character in that show.

Also I have my own extremely different beliefs about death and on what you bring back though the intentions of your actions that are a mix of being Black Pentecostal and other things of spirituality/my personal work that I don't feel safe explaining here.

Those beliefs just stop me from writing Fezco fics in the way I've been doing due to Angus Death (same thing happen with T'Challa fics after Chadwick's death of you noticed that). I quite literally draw a mind blank when it comes to writing those characters in a certain way because I've been raised and still believe a certain way when it comes to thinking and portraying the recently dead or those of meaningful worth's to you's death.

Like yeah, I will write about those characters again one day (I still do character study pieces about them even) but it will be in a more detached manner and probably won't happen for a while due to my personal grief in losing those people who were meaningful too me (and I don't wanna hear it about how they were actors I never meet, that still provided meaning and connection to me with their great work and attitude they put out into the world)

If you like my smut writing, please just re-read what I've already posted. Just search for Master list or Playlist or Black Girl Reader on my blog and I promise you, you will find it. I also write stuff that isn't smut so you may request that as well!

[megamindsecretlair]

This was everything I needed and then some after rewatching the movie. The wound of him being gone still feels fresh years later but sometimes I juss really miss that man.

Absolutely excellent 🙌🏽😭

Between Meetings (T’Challa Drabble)

For some crazy reason, 500 of you decided to follow me!!!!!!!!! So to celebrate, I wrote a little drabble which was inspired by @valkerees NSFW Alphabet Post: 

Q = Quickie: T’Challa is so down for quickies. When he has little than 10 minutes before a meeting or another mission, he likes to waste that time buried to the hilt inside of you.

Warnings: Smut 

Word Count: 1,666

Author’s Note: Thank you all of my followers!!!

Your name: Submit (what is this?)

My Masterlist

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Meet me in the East Wing meeting room at 11:50 sharp. No panties.

You curled your fingers onto the table edge, hearing your nails tap out a staccato rhythm while you waited for your lover.

King T’Challa was a busy man. Meeting after meeting, morning to night. At least he was home;  it seemed every other week he was away from Wakanda, leaving you wanting and lonely and missing his furnace-like body warmth in his huge bed. Nights were the only time you ever really saw each other, unless he managed to find a ten minute break between meetings and whenever he could, he’d tell you where and request you to be ready. No matter what you were doing, you’d move heaven and earth to respond to those requests. Nothing was as important as having just a few rare minutes of T’Challa’s time in the middle of the day. 

More often than not, he had you limping out of the room.

Keep reading

[justwriteryan]

Think of this as an alternate intro to Wakanda Forever. I wondered how the rest of the MCU reacted to the news.

                                             THE NEWS

Interior shot. A man walks past a domed window at the head of an ornate wooden staircase. He rubs his temples. As he descends the stairs and comes into view we see the man is DOCTOR STEPHEN STRANGE. We are in his Sanctum Sanctorum in Greenwich Village. Strange walks into the Sanctum’s impressive living room, where his friend and colleague (and boss) WONG sits on a couch sipping an herbal tea.

STRANGE: I don’t know if I’m possessed or crazy but I keep hearing these voices in my head. It’s like somebody chanting. Or even…

WONG: Singing.

STRANGE: You’ve heard it too.

WONG: Only the most powerful magic users of this dimension can hear it. You. Me. Mordo.

STRANGE: So what is it?

WONG: The Choir of Kings. It can only be heard in this dimension when the gates of the Astral Plane have been opened.

STRANGE: And why would…oh.

WONG: Yes.

Wong pours Strange a cup of tea. Strange accepts the cup and joins him on a nearby armchair. The pair drink in silence.

Exterior shot. A bustling seaside village full of tourists, Vikings and aliens. The sign by the entrance reads WELCOME TO NEW ASGARD. In her office at the Asgardian Town Hall, King Valkyrie is poring over various documents and scrolls. Her assistant, MIEK enters the room chittering wildly. Valkyrie doesn’t look up.

VAL: Spit it out, Miek.

Miek slams a piece of paper onto her desk. Val reads it.

VAL: Is this true?

VAL: Thor said he was the first to come through the portals in the last stand against Thanos. Midgard just lost one of its bravest men.

Miek says nothing.

VAL: Arrange a tribute. Immediately. One worthy of Valhalla.

Interior shot. A coffee shop in Lower Manhattan. The news has now reached the mainstream media. A “Breaking News” alert spins onto the screen of the TV above customer’s heads. Noticing the change in atmosphere, some kid named PETER PARKER raises his head from a pile of textbooks and reads the headline sailing across the screen.

 

KING T’CHALLA, SOVEREIGN RULER OF WAKANDA HAS DIED.

PETER: Oh, man…

Flashback to the airport battle in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR as Peter recalls his first real superhero fight. We see clips of his own vlog footage from the beginning of SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING and we hear his initial reaction to seeing Black Panther.

SPIDER-MAN: Whoa, who’s that new guy?

His voice echoes through his mind as he returns to the present. He looks around the room as people congregate under the TV screen and read the news alerts on their phones. Somebody notices him and glances in their direction. Instinctively, Peter bows his head and buries himself once again in his books.

Exterior shot. A U.S. Army airfield. SAM WILSON the new CAPTAIN AMERICA, currently in civilian attire walks across the tarmac. Soldiers salute as he passes. He nods back at them. He’s on the phone.

SAM: You seen the news?

Interior shot. A sparse Brooklyn apartment. On the other end of the call is BUCKY BARNES, the WINTER SOLDIER. He’s holding the phone to his ear but looking at something across the room. 

BUCKY: Yeah. I saw.

Pan around to reveal what’s holding Bucky’s attention. A bracelet of Wakandan kimoyo beads sit on a small table. Hovering in the air above is a projection-hologram of the late King T’Challa, unmasked and standing proudly. Below him is a single line of text:

                  GLORY TO T’CHALLA. WAKANDA FOREVER.

                                      END.

[tobiasdrake]

So, Mortal Kombat 1: Aftermath came out and. Uh. Yeah, that was a whole lotta nothing.

Yep, that was a whole lot of nothing, other than a reminder of how badly Mortal Kombat wants to be the Marvel Cinematic Universe all of a sudden. I already thought it was kinda weird how Sindel had her own personal Dora Milaje and the first Invasion was literally just the Dr. Strange What If episode verbatim. But this took it to another level.

Seriously, they have Cyrax using the made up Wakandan accent that Chadwick Boseman invented by pulling together a bunch of different African dialects into a Frankenstein voice. She is basically Shuri throughout this entire expansion.

Not to mention redesigning the Kamidogu to look like Infinity Stones, which becomes really noticeable when Havik turns Infinity Ultron with them. Oh, and a Johnny Cage Variant that's literally just Captain America showing up out of nowhere in their Multiverse plot. They may be owned by WB, but their hearts belong to Marvel.

Havik, meanwhile, is just. Kind of boring? Like. Havik was created to exist in opposition to equally vile forces of Order. Without that equilibrium, they've always had a hard time figuring out what he's even supposed to be about. That's more apparent here than ever before, where he's basically just Shao Kahn.

That's it. That's literally all he is. He's a multiversal dictator who wants to enslave all worlds and merge them with his own, so he can make everybody fight to the death in his gladiator rings forever. He's Shao Kahn. Sometimes he rants about "order bad" while sending his jackbooted Stormtroopers of Chaos to shackle everyone into the Ironfisted Dictatorship of Anarchy. It's nonsense.

They just wrote Shao Kahn again and skinned Havik over him. It makes so little sense that even the characters call him out on how unchaotic he is as a villain.

Oh, and speaking of Marvel, they make the same mistake Marvel keeps making: Assuming that the audience will be just as invested in a variant of a character as they are in the original. Variant Rain and Variant Tanya's romance takes up an awful lot of screentime for two nobodies we've known for five minutes, will never see again, and do not care about.

Rain dramatically saying his farewell to Tanya, preparing to sacrifice himself for their love, and I feel nothing. Because I do not know or care about these people. That they occasionally drop hints about the super cool fanfic you can write about them if you want to does nothing to endear me to them.

I can't wait 'til MK1's time in the spotlight is over, we all realize that "Let's just fight an infinite multiverse of context-free Nothing Characters who vaguely resemble our guys" was a mistake, and we can all move on to better storytelling.

[i-only-know-fandoms]

Carlos's mention in the wedding special and how they handled it was disappointing and vague and, in my opinion, leaves the door open to either fate

Context

So I took a peak at the Barnes & Noble bonus chapter of Melissa de la Cruz's Beyond the Isle of the Lost and Mal and Evie and Jay and Ben and even Doug are there but there's no mention of Carlos, and I don't know, that really upsets me. The Core Four aren't going to be in the movies anymore, (Disney, though intent on making more movie, at least hasn't sunken as low to recast Cameron, and Dove, Sofia, and Booboo won't return without him) they still exist in the universe (Mal's portrait, this bonus chapter, etc). And it just seems to me, as long as it's not on screen and they're continuing the franchise, Disney should include Carlos in any future books they might appear in

(Which I also believe they should do to continue Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay's story. They're intent on continuing the franchise, they've made that clear, and so tossing aside the characters that created it seems callous. Obviously there can be no more movies with them, thus, books. Also, these theoretical books could be for the YA fans of the original trilogy and thus get into the grittier details of the Isle, not the watered down happy ending that made no sense canonically in D3. As many are pointing out, Rise of Red will be for a new generation of fans)

I, personally, think that if they're set on continuing the franchise they should honor they characters should still be used (again, offscreen in books) to continue their stories and the legacies of the characters and the actors who created them, especially Cameron, as this is really his only legacy character. It also gives another way of keeping his memory alive, if they dedicate the books to him, and raise awareness for his foundation by including an page promoting it in the books.

It also seems callous to me to just toss all the work of those characters to the side, like they don't mean anything now that they can't be used in movies.

But, I am also worried want wanting this (or even asking Disney this, though I doubt they'd pay attention) that I am also just using Cameron? I just, I miss him so much, and this would keep him alive (similar to Chadwick Boseman through T'Challa. Like, they had him die in the movies as to not recast him, but there's still all the Black Panther comics and merchandise that he lives through. Yes, it's not necessarily his iteration of the character, since it did exist before him, but he's still connected with it). But should this stay in the fandom through fanfics and fanart, and not touched by Disney? But they're continuing the universe, so feels like this is just forcing him to disappear? Idk, I did another post about this after the Wedding Special, because I don't know if I'm being insensitive by wanting this. I don't think I am, I don't mean to be, but that doesn't mean I'm not.

So I set up this poll, (and set it before my rambling since who wants to read all this, lol) to get some wider perspective. Should I keep asking Disney to try and get the Core four's stories continued in books (if you're on Instagram, yup this is me) or am I being insensitive towards as them by asking for this

(The utter hopelessness of asking Disney and if I should give up because of it isn't in question, I have nothing better to do with my life than scream into the void. But if it's morally wrong.... I trust the fandom for an honest opinion on this and tumblr is the best place. And now we have polls, so......)

[1800naveen]

I was in the trenches back in 2020. That year was my downfall. It was the downfall of everything and everyone.

Everything was going fine until my school said we're getting two weeks off and I was happy because I'm getting a long break. I did online school for two years and I didn't really do anything, just attended the meets and fell asleep at times.

I was in a Hamilton phase, Danganronpa phase, watching anime almost every day, etc. Danganronpa me was...odd. Not in a bad way but I was reading hella fanfics, watching memes, doing those Junko poses. Someone should've put me down 😭. Honestly, it was nice besides people dying. I never got covid ever since it came into existence and that's an achievement.

One of the bad things for me was the death of George Floyd which shocked the hell out of me when I first heard of it. The riots, protests, burnings, how it affected the black community as we lost someone to police brutality again, etc. Even people from around the world were protesting. I wasn't really afraid of cops before but when that happened, it changed. I wanted to protest but I was young at the time. When I thought this year couldn't get any worse, one of my favorite actors died on my BIRTHDAY. Chadwick Boseman, rest up🙏🏾

Another bad thing is that I gained social anxiety because I was couped up in the house all the time and when I had to go to a doctor appointment, I felt like I was going to die when I left the house. And when I tell you that freshman year was horrible, it was horrible. Like I was hoping I would die in my sleep so I wouldn't go to school (still went to school). I couldn't even sit still in class, I had to go to the bathroom at times because it felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Around the end of the year, I was doing better.

I'm so much better now and this is my last school year (senior now) so yippee.

What was 2020 for you? Quarantine? Sorry to anyone who graduated during covid, that had to suck.

[lotusthekat]

[ID: 1) A sketched, black and white cover art in which Steven and Lars sit by the edge of the Brooding Hill at night. Steven stares down at the ocean, consumed by darkness; the wave that hits the hill swallows it in black. Lars looks at Steven, concerned. Both ignore the night sky filled with stars and the moon. There's a small white text saying "Don't walk away." Below is the title of the fanfic, "Atmosphere", by TheRegularWriter AKA LotusTheKat.

2) A colorless sketch of Lars hugging Steven, telling him "I love you, Steven". Steven's eyes glow, indicating he's about to cry. He holds one of Lars' arms. /End ID]

“I… I wonder what it’s like. That deep… nothing of the water engulfing me. (…) Maybe… Maybe, if I joined [the waves], I wouldn’t feel anything. I wouldn’t feel any pain. Maybe I would… I would finally be at peace."

I keep revisiting Atmosphere. I wrote it purely to vent. It was September of 2020, and my depression was getting a lot worse. Besides COVID-19, Chadwick Boseman had died beforehand and it completely wrecked me. I even had to take a break from social media because I couldn't bear to see Chadwick's face everywhere.

I'm not a stranger to suicidal thoughts, unfortunately. I started having them when I was barely 13. I never acted on them, and if I ever tried, I immediately gave up, because I'm terrified of dying. However, I wanted the pain to stop. So, I often fantasized of ending it all. I even started having dreams I was planning to die.

This is how Atmosphere came to be. I was surprised that it got so much praise. Every now and then, I come back to it. I haven't dealt with suicidal thoughts anymore, but I like reading it mainly because of Steven reaching out to Lars for help. I think I want someone to listen to me, to hug me, and to stay with me right now. It's sad because I don't have anyone in real life I could go to, so I suppose Steven and Lars are my coping mechanism at this point.

I'm glad to know that people like my incredibly self-indulgent stuff, haha. Expect even more content from me :)

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[lulamadison]

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 😘

[kitkatt0430]

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.

[chadwickbosemanfanfic]

Post-Interview Tryst (1/2)

Synopsis: Interviews come with the territory, but Diana had no idea this new venture would land her the opportunity to interview thee Black Panther himself. And, who would have thought he would be so damn warm and captivating even while obviously exhausted amid his press tour? When Diana becomes too distracted and nervous, she is surprised by Chadwick’s patience and understanding. Subtly, he guides the interview to their max time allotted. This makes her desire him more. When he approaches her after the cameras are off, she is shocked by her own bold move.

The Interview

Diana's heart raced as she entered the room, her anticipation mixing with a touch of nervousness. Interviews were part of her job, but she never imagined that this new venture would lead her to the opportunity of interviewing the legendary Black Panther himself, Chadwick Boseman.

“It is so great to meet you,” she nearly went in for a hug but remembered it was more appropriate to offer a handshake. She smiled nervously when he placed his hand in hers, shaking firmly.

“Nice to meet you too, happy to be here,” his gaze was intense, watching her quickly put space between them. She turned her face away from his to fish for her seat as if she had forgotten there was a seat in front of him waiting for her. He smiled to himself, hearing her clear her throat.

She ran her hands down her dress, hoping they weren’t clammy due to her nerves. As she settled into her seat, Diana couldn't help but notice how Chadwick exuded warmth and charm, even though exhaustion was evident on his face from the demanding press tour. His fatigue seemed to fade away as he flashed her a genuine smile, making her feel more at ease.

However, as the interview began, Diana found herself becoming increasingly distracted by Chadwick's presence. Her mind wandered, and her words were beginning to stumble.

“Excuse me, I meant, what was your favorite scene in the film? Either during production or post?”

“Hmm, great question, let’s see,” his eyes gazed upward. Then, they dipped and landed on her. She adjusted the tail of her dress just as she crossed her legs. An excuse to break eye contact. He noticed her nervousness and her long, toned legs. Out of respect and discretion, he found neutral territory and continued, “It’s hard to decide, but I’ve talked a lot about the production scene with Warrior Falls because cast mates and I had our families present and it was just an overall magical scene. The extras, the music. Sense of community. But, if I had to consider a scene post-production, I’d have to say…,”

She watched his hand come to his neck, then run down his chest. Clearing her throat, she reminded herself to stay focused. “I can understand the difficulty with deciding. I truly enjoyed the entire film.”

“Thank you, we were all committed and wanted to ensure the success of the film,” his smile widened. “I’d have to say the scene with Shuri. In the lab.”

“I love that scene, adored the big brother lil’ sister duo,”

“Definitely, I think it’s rare to see on screen,” he continued on to express the importance of such a scene, setting up entry points for Diana to ask other questions from the importance of their mother and connection with his father.

Time flew by, and before Diana knew it, they had reached the maximum allotted time for the interview. She couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment as she realized their interaction was coming to an end. But just as the cameras were turned off, Chadwick approached her with a gentle smile, his eyes conveying a hint of curiosity.

“You were nervous,”

“Was it that obvious,” she laughed, enjoying his slight nod and smile.

“I’m harmless,”

“I’m not so sure if you’re as harmless as you think,” she leaned in so they were the only ones who could hear her words. “You almost made me blow the entire interview. These people have to pay me.” They shared a brief laugh. “I have never, never in my life met someone so damn distracting. I’ve interviewed plenty of celebrities and artists. With you, I just couldn’t concentrate,” she laughed at herself. “Excuse me, I’m saying too much.”

“No apologies necessary,” he glanced around the room. “Sounds like you may be relieved that I was your last interview.”

She assessed him. His body facing hers. The stalling, the room check. Camera crew and her team fumbling around in the distance with other cast members. When she brought her eyes back to him, he was smiling.

Feeling a surge of boldness she hadn't expected, Diana blurted out, “Would you like to chat privately?”

[myfluorescentgods]

actually re: that last post the funniest Blaze experience I’ve had is when someone blazed their Chadwick Boseman x Reader fanfic with a disclaimer that it wasn’t meant to be disrespectful to his memory and “if you don’t like it, don’t read!!” and also didn’t use a readmore. like. ok but you understand how difficult you’ve made it for me NOT to read this

[rowinablacks-moodboardsandstims]

Have you read the latest Chadwick Boseman fanfic?!

I don't read fanfic about people who died thanks

[iwillbefamousonedayipromise]

I'm not part of the African community, and I'm neither an expert about it, but the other day I read a comic about fix-it fics, made by @yeehawpim that opened my eyes and I think it could help you decide what you want to do.

It say "a fix-it fic is means that someone cared enought seing a story of people being hurt, and decided to give them happiness"

I don't think that it would be desrespectfull for Chadwick Boseman, becouse it means that you liked his character so much, and you are so sad that it's gone, tha you want to remember him by giving him a second chance.

By the way here is the comic:

I hope I helped a bit <3

(Sorry if I wrote something bad, english is not my native lenguage)

This is weirdly specific, but I have a few questions, particularly for African communities/cultures.

I've been cooking up a Marvel OC. She's white (this is relevant).

She's a historian/museum educator, and is involved with planning and executing exhibits about, among other things, the Avengers.

She (as part of a diverse team) specifically consulted with the people of Wakanda to create a world-wide traveling exhibit to foster awareness and understanding of Wakandan culture. (Like, she even lived there for a while and learned their traditions and some of their language.)

Without giving too much away, this character gains enhanced abilities that could help heal King T'Challa. (Some of the Dora Milaje approach and ask if she'd be willing to assist with "something vitally important," as she has stated she feels indebted to them for their knowledge and guidance with the exhibit.)

Here are my questions.

1) Would it disrespect Chadwick Boseman's memory to create a what if scenario where T'Challa lives?

2) I abso-fucking-lutely do not want to white savior this. It's literally someone outside a community/culture they respect, and whose respect they have gained in return, wanting to help a friend because they can. Can it be tastefully written? If not, then I'll drop the storyline in a heartbeat. (The only reason she's white is all of my OCs are basically me except cooler.)

3) What are some important aspects of Lesotho culture and the other cultures represented in Black Panther that I should consider/include in this storyline?

4) OC uses proper titles (e.g. General, Your Majesty/Highness) for everyone, and they in turn call her Doctor. But are there terms in Xhosa or Swahili for outsiders that have been sort of half-adopted? Any other applicable phrases to suggest?

Thank you in advance to anyone who can provide input here.