#t'cham

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[ironhusband]

Listen I’m not even a multishipper but-

[biconicfinn]

Sam/T'Challa Headcanons

just some general headcanons for my faves <3

i dont remember much of the mcu timelines anymore but whatever have this post okay thank you

i'm thinking maybe they get together post-ca:cw, t'challa helps shelter steve, bucky, sam, clint, scott, and wanda in wakanda for a while so they can recover

obvs bucky goes into cryo and then i'm thinking maybe clint takes wanda under his wing and goes on the run, maybe scott joins them too idk i didn't spend too much time thinking about it

so it's just steve, sam, and cryo bucky

steve spends most of his time talking to bucky and moping and being generally Emo but eventually starts going stir-crazy so he turns his usual captain america suit into the nomad one, and heads off to go be a vigilante fugitive

meanwhile sam decides to stay in wakanda; he hasn't had a chance to just be in a long, long time, not since captain america first knocked on his door asking for a safe place. he stays in a small little apartment in the capital city, kinda near the palace so people can still keep an eye on him

over several weeks sam establishes a routine: wake up, go for a run around the neighbourhood (cutting through the public gardens at the palace), come back home and work out, shower, eat breakfast, go out on a patrol with the border tribe around the area, explore the city and practice xhosa along the way, check in with sarah, lunch, check in with steve and bucky, read, sleep, repeat.

he finds a purpose in the help he gives his neighbours, helping the older lady next door with errands at the market, telling the kids stories about what it feels like to fly with your own wings, joining the border tribe on their patrols around the city

occasionally he runs into the generous (and gorgeous) king who gracefully allows him to stay in wakanda in peace while running through the palace gardens

t'challa rises with the sun and often runs in the morning to get at least some form of training in; crucial on days where he's stuck in meetings

sometimes the two run into each other—once literally, and okoye never lets t'challa hear the end of how he was so very flustered by sam wilson taking off his shirt to cool off and the sight of him all hot and sweaty and half-naked made him freeze and run right into said man—and sam has to come to terms with the fact that getting lapped by superhuman attractive men (though he personally prefers t'challa over steve) is just his life now

typically sam opens their conversation with a cat pun that makes t'challa fight back a smile and respond with something so dry and deadpan, couched in the characteristic diplomatic quality he uses it takes sam a minute to reply and react

but when sam does understand, t'challa is met with a charming half-smirk half-smile that makes his heart trip and he relies on all his diplomatic training to remain neutral or at the most amused at sam's comments

the conversations grow slowly, from casual one-liners and sarcastic quips to sam's stories of riley and sarah and his community back in delacroix, and t'challa's anecdotes about growing up in wakanda

soon enough, what starts off as a brief conversation during a part of their respective runs becomes a standing daily routine run together, the two becoming fast friends, admiring one another's loyalty, dedication, honesty, and determination

of course, because sam and t'challa are sam and t'challa, the platonic friendship with a side of appreciative attraction slowly becomes a crush

and it's not just the funny stories and misadventures they share with one another, but the sleepless nights and trauma and grief and healing too

sam couldn't sleep one night and went for a walk in the gardens he ran into an equally sleepless t'challa and so began yet another routine for them; to sit in the gardens at a clearing where the stars were bright and plentiful and visible, so vast that sam felt an ache in his bones to be up there, to be in the skies along the stars, and he realised that if there was anyone he wanted to be up there with him, it was the man sitting next to him in quiet contemplation, shoulders slumped slightly, expression handsomely brooding; the man behind the mantles of king and black panther

t'challa found himself wandering towards the gardens on those nights he couldn't sleep, when the weight of the crown and his legacy and the nation weighed so heavily on him that he felt he would crumble under it, he sought out the clearing in the garden, and more importantly, the man with his soul in the skies, his heart wherever he could help people

some nights were quiet for the most part, a brief check-in with one another before just simply taking comfort in one another's company. others were filled with conversation, those deep talks you only feel safe having in the dead of night, when the only thing awake and alive is nature, when every word is just that much more honest and real

losing parents and partners, the responsibilities of leadership, recovery and healing; just some of the things the two talk about when they can be just them, no titles or nationalities or protocol there to censor them

over morning runs and late-night conversations, sharing music and food and language and culture, and impromptu excursions to the city or beyond they grow close and find that their feelings are getting more and more difficult to ignore, both wanting more than just a friendship

it's not during a morning run or nighttime confession that they admit their feelings, but over a shared lunch together

they're eating a simple picnic lunch near the warrior falls where t'challa will soon undergo the first part of his coronation ritual and offer the people of wakanda to send a representative to fight him in ritual combat for the throne

the view of the falls is spectacular, and sam's wide-eyed face of awe and wonder, bright smile shining with all the warmth of the sun makes t'challa feel like he could take on the entire country in ritual combat and come out the other side victorious if sam continues to smile at him like that and if they had more time then they would probably go for a swim, but they don't so here they are, alone at the falls, the rush of water and the sounds of the river fauna their only company

they're laying on a blanket on the grass, watching the clouds, and sam feels just as at peace on the ground with t'challa next to him then he's ever felt with his wings in the skies

during a discussion about the coronation where t'challa answers the questions sam asks him. the subject turns to his duties as king, and sam asks about whether t'challa is expected to marry a woman in order to produce heirs for the throne. he knows wakanda doesn't discriminate against people for sexuality or gender identity, but the duties of a king are to ensure the legacy of the royal bloodline is preserved isn't it?

t'challa laughs, and says that while the royal bloodline is important, there is no restriction on who the king (or queen) marries, as long as they would be able to connect with the people, serve and help the people of wakanda the way any good ruler should

"so what i'm hearing is all's fair in love and war"

"i guess you could say that"

"so if gender and sexuality don't matter; does nationality?"

"perhaps in the past yes, but i feel wakanda is changing, and that it will not be such a concern moving forward"

"even if the king were to be with, say, a fugitive american ex-pararescue-slash-ex-avenger?"

t'challa turns to face sam, heart caught in his throat as he processes just what sam said, takes in the hopeful and tentative look in his eyes masked by a slightly wavering tone of jest and hunour, as he shifts to mirror him.

the moment stretches out for what feels like an eternity before t'challa can respond

"for you, my falcon, i think we can make an exception"

their lips meet, the two smiling too much for the kiss to be anything other than as sweet and warm as honey and sunshine, and sam wraps his arms around t'challa, bringing the king on top of him, and two exchange soft kisses and softer words until t'challa gets called away, promising to meet later not just for their near-nightly rendezvous, but for dinner in t'challa's private quarters

okay so that's all for now! i kinda hate how this turned out but whatever it's done!! taglist under the cut! if anyone didn't want to be added i'm sorry just let me know and i'll delete!

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[bijesperfahey]

The realization that my favorite Sam ships are just him being like 'oh this person is incredibly important and/or scary and is also a superhuman who could potentially kick my ass? Let's ignore literally all of that and have some fun with this'

[donnajons]

Opinion about What If...? season finale Spoilers

Okay people, I just have to say, I am not displease, but I am not totally happy either.

Let’s address the elephant in the room; Nat and Carter totally the same vibe from Steve and Nat in CATWS, but once again, MARVERL is so coward to give us girlfriends. So, what does the rat do? He send an romance interest from the opposite sex to make it less gay. Sounds familiar?

I am disappointed that we did not see what happened with Peter (not dummy Peter Quill), T’challa, and Scott in this season finally. We only saw Zombie Wanda. I feel that, by not telling us what happened to them, I can’t only assume that they are dead. I guess we have to wait for a season two IF we ever get a season two.

And another thing. What is the story of Gamora? We only know that she and Tony where forging a weapon that would destroy the infinity stones, but how did they get there? Did I miss an episode? What is happening in this universe?

Now, having that out of my system, lets begging with the good.

I cried at the end with the explanation of the Watcher. In a previous post I talked how we are the watchers because we just doing that, watch Marvel stories. The Watcher is right and hit me right in the feelings. The stories that we see, read, and hear affect us, and it hurt us to see them in pain and know that we cannot do anything to help them. When Natasha said that if the Watcher enjoyed seeing her losing all her familly, she was talking to us. We all felt her pain, and we suffered the irony of knowing hoe to help her but not being able to help. 

Overall, this was a bloody good tv show, I just hope for a second season to see the stories that were left untold. 

[samwontshare]

Since you metioned sambucky samsteve and t'cham in the tags and I love you for that consider this: The Falcon and his 183cm tall bfs (based on the actors' heights)

Ahahaha bless you, Nonny. Sam and every one of his 6' tall boyfriends. Sam says you must be this tall to ride this ride.

Scott Lang? Too short for Sam. Sorry, Tic Tac.

[ao3-elle1991]

you written any t'challa fics? chadwick bosemans death hit hard and reading fics is helping me come to terms with my feelings...

I’m sorry his death has hit you hard. A lot of people are hurting at the moment. When I woke up yesterday to the horrible news, I was totally shocked and horrified, and it still hasn’t entirely worn off.

Let’s remember that Chadwick Boseman was more than just the fictional character of T’Challa; he was a family man, a friend to many, and an inspiration to many more.

That said, T’Challa is how many of us got to know about him, and if reading T’Challa fic is helping you come to terms with your feelings, then I’m glad it’s helping you with your grief ❤

I have written two fics featuring T’Challa (unrelated to one another, although they both have cats in the title):

So, You Like Cats?

1,697 words

Sam Wilson has a confession to make. It could make or break his and T'Challa's relationship. It all comes down to one question: Do you like cats?

I Like Cats, Too

10,526 words

The Avengers are more than just a team; they are a family. When that family is torn apart by the split caused by the Sokovia Accords, Natasha regresses into herself and lapses into a prolonged period of silence. As Team Cap hide away in Wakanda under the protection of T'Challa, will anyone be able to help Natasha overcome her depression and mutism? Enter a very special cat named Midnight...

You can also see all completed fics in AO3, ranked by kudos, in the Black Panther (2018) fandom, here.

I hope that helps you.

Rest in peace and power, Chadwick 😢

[the-stories-in-my-head-95]

Looking for You- Part One

Sam Wilson x Reader x T’Challa

Summary- Sam Wilson and Y/N share a bond that few in the army understand, well that is until they saw their soul marks. After leaving the army Sam and Y/N throw themselves into looking for their other soulmate, in an attempt to leave their grief for their best friend Riley behind them. But once they find out T’Challa is the prince of the isolated country of Wakanda, they have to decide if they are willing to make the dangerous trek to a country where they are not welcome.

Message- Send an ASK if you want to be tagged in part 2

Warnings- PTSD, Trouble sleeping, dead friend, reader served in the military,

Word Count- 862

“So what do we do now?” You ask, looking down at the discharge papers in your hands.

“I don’t know.” Sam says. “Maybe school? I’ve always wanted to get my masters in social work.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You murmur, running your fingers over your soulmate tattoo.

“Hey.” Sam says, grabbing your wrist, running his fingers over his name that’s tattooed there. “What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”  

“Let’s find them.” You murmur.

“Y/N.” Sam sighs.

“No!” You yell, pulling your wrist away from Sam. “I want to find T’Challa, our soulmate.”

“I don’t think now’s the right-.” Sam starts.

“I let you talk me out of looking for them for years, Sam.” You cry. “You said that we needed to wait until after we were out of the Air Force, because having two soulmates that were deployed wouldn’t be fair to them!”

“And do you think being tied to two Vets with PTSD would be far to them?!” Sam argues.

“Sam.” You whisper.

“We’re still sleeping on the floor, because the beds to soft. Just last night you woke up screaming.” Sam says.

“We may never fully recover-.”

“I’m just asking for a little bit of time.” Sam says.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.” You say. “Maybe looking for them will be good for us- a distraction.”

“I just-what if they don’t want us.” Sam says after a minute.

“Then they’re not worth our time.” You say. “Let’s focus on the finding them part first, then we can freak out about meeting them, hell we don’t even have their last name.”

“Alright.” Sam says, nodding. “We’ll start looking.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, kissing Sam’s cheek. “I think this will be good for us, it’ll help us keep our mind off of- well what happened.”

“We should go to Arlington tomorrow. We haven’t been to Riley’s grave since the funeral.” Sam say, not looking at you.

“Okay.” You say.

“And then after we can start searching for our other soulmate.” Sam says, smiling at you.

“Thank you.” You murmur, pulling Sam into a kiss.

“I love you.” Sam says, as he pulls away from you.

“I love you too, always.” You say.

“So how are we going to do this?” Sam asks, taking your hand in his.

“I don’t know.” You say, swinging your intertwined hands. “Google?”

“Alright.” Sam nods. “I mean we found each other by accident, how hard can it be to find our soulmate when we’re actively looking?”

**2 Years Later**

“Oh my God.” Sam whispers, from his place at the kitchen table, his eyes are wide as they scan whatever is on his laptop screen.

“What’s wrong? Did the school change their mind? Are they taking back your diploma?” You ask.

“What? No!” Sam says. “That’s not a thing, they can’t just take my master’s degree back.”

“Oh, then what is it?” You ask.

“I-I think I found him.”

“Who?”

“T’Challa.” Sam breaths.

“What? Let me see!” You yell, throwing yourself on Sam’s lap.

“Pictured above is King T’Chaka of Wakanda, along with his son Prince T’Challa leaving the UN.” You read. “Wakanda?”

“It’s a country in Africa. They keep themselves isolated from the rest of the world.” Sam explains.

“So no one’s allowed into the country? What would happen if we just showed up?” You ask.

“We’d probably be arrested, if we’re lucky. Killed if we’re not.”

“Let’s risk it.” You say, standing up.

“Or we could just go to New York, where the UN is.” Sam says.

“Nah, they already left the US.” You say.

“What?” Sam says, before skimming the next paragraph. “Shit.”

“And who knows when they’ll be back.” You say.

“So you want to just go to Wakanda?” Sam asks.

“Yeah.” You nod. “This is the first lead we’ve gotten in 2 years, even if the Prince isn’t our soulmate-.”

“There could be other men named T’Challa there.” Sam murmurs.

“Exactly.” You nod.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Sam says.

“Wait, seriously?” You ask.

“Yeah, I just finished school. You have the summer off from work, now is the perfect time.”

“I just kind of assumed you would try to talk me out of this idea.” You murmur.

“Nah.” Sam says, shaking his head. “It’s super dumb, but we’ve done dumber things.”

“Very true.” You murmur.

“I’ll do some research, find a flight that will get us as close to the border as possible.” Sam says.

“I’ll start packing.” You say.

“Pack for hiking.” Sam calls as you walk out of the kitchen. “There border is made up of a bunch of mountains.”

“Or we could liberate some wings.”

“No.”

“Yes.” You say.

“No!” Sam calls back.

“Fine!” You sneer. “I’ll pack for hiking!”

“Love you!” Sam yells.

“Yeah, yeah.” You mumble, grabbing your pack from the closet.

“Hey I heard that!”

“I said that I love you, too!”

“Lies!” Sam yells. “Hey, do you think we’ll be ready for tomorrow? There’s a flight leaving tomorrow night that will get us pretty close to Wakanda.”

“I mean, I think so.” You say.

“Okay, well ready or not, I guess we’re leaving tomorrow.” Sam says.

“Then I guess we’d better get ready.” You hum.

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