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 can yall just ignore strange here:  idk why he's here but this is the only wedding fanart i found so whatever 

It was T'Challa and Everett's wedding day. 

Everett swears it was just yesterday when they first got together.

Now, just shy of four years later, they are about to devote their lives to each other. 

"I can't believe this is happening," Everett breathed out, sounding a little hysterical. 

"My Queen, are you nervous?" K'arita asked from where she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Glancing down at her while she made final adjustments, he glared. "You think your funny, huh?" 

She grinned up at him. 

Everett looked back up at himself in the mirror. "Of course I'm nervous. I am marrying a king." 

"Knock knock!" A voice called from behind the door. 

"Who is it?" Everett asked.

"It's Shuri and Okoye, my Queen," Shuri answered. 

"Come in." 

Opening the door, Shuri pushed Okoye inside. 

Both of their eyes widened. 

"My Queen. You look so gorgeous." Okoye stated in awe. They had both seen the gown before, but never on Everett. 

Everett blushed. "Do you think T'Challa will like it?"

"If he doesn't I might have to smack some sense into him," Ramonda said, walking into the room. 

"Queen Mother." 

"Darling, you look like you need a hug," She said, walking over to him and enveloping him in her arms. Shuri and K'arita joined as well. 

"Okoye, come on. Group hug." Shuri said.

"Rather not." 

"Just leave her be, Shuri," Everett mumbled to her. 

"Of course, my Queen."

They pulled back, and Everett wiped tears from his eyes. "Thank you. K'arita, are you done?" 

"Yes, I just need the veil. Where... Here." She placed the headband on his head."I made it into a headband so it will stay better." 

"It looks great." 

"Well, we're gonna go see how my brother is doing. See if he's freaking out yet." 

"Okay. Tell him hi for me!" Everett called as Shuri, Okoye, and Ramonda walked out of the bridal chambers. 

"Brother? Are you alright?" Shuri glanced around, not seeing any life forms. Pushing a kimoyo bead on her bracelet, she used the tracking device to find T'Challa. Double tapping the bead, it brought up a map of the palace. A bright orange dot was moving swiftly towards the bridal chambers. 

"Is T'Challa going to see Everett? He can't do that." Ramonda looked at Shuri.

"We have to catch him. Okoye? Can you..." 

"Of course, Princess." She hurried away, the sound of her speaking rapidly on her communicator drifting away. 

Okoye sat the King in a chair in the dressing room. 

"You can't see the bride before the wedding, brother. You know this." 

"I miss him!" T'Challa said, trying to defend his actions.

"You saw him two days ago! He sometimes has to wait two weeks for you to get back from meetings. How do you think he must feel?"

"I hadn't thought about that." 

"Whatever. We don't have time for this." Shuri looked at her kimoyo beads again and tapped one. "See! It's 9:24! You need to get to the chapel! You are walking your soon-to-be wife walk down the aisle in 11 minutes!" 

T'Challa growled in frustration and ran out of the room. 

Shuri looked at Ramonda. "Mom. You need to go too." 

"Yes, I suppose. See you later." She smiled and drifted calmly out of the room. 

"If your father could see you now." Ramonda sighed. "Pacing about the room. All nervous about getting married. Son, come here." 

T'Challa glanced at his mother. Then, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her torso. "What if he doesn't want to marry me? What if- what if he thinks he made a mistake?" His voice broke. 

"Why would he still be here if he didn't want to marry you? Why would he be in a wedding gown if he didn't want to marry you?" She rubbed circles into his back. "Come on dear, if you keep crying, your eyes will get puffy." Ramonda pulled back from her son, sizing him up. 

Glancing around for a cloth, she wiped T'Challa's eyes. 

They heard the music start. 

"I believe it is our turn, darling." She put out her elbow, which he took. 

Two of the guards opened the doors. 

Thinking of Everett, T'Challa smiled and started walking. 

Shuri was next with the rings. 

And finally, the bride. 

The only word T'Challa could use to describe Everett was-

"Ukujikeleza." (pulchritudinous(beautiful))

M'Baku glanced to his left and pasted on a judgmental face. 

T'Challa flushed and cleared his throat. Looking back at the aisle, he saw K'arita, Everett's stylist, holding up his train. 

He watched as Everett walked up to the altar and handed his bouquet to K'arita. Kissing him on the cheek, she went to stand next to Shuri. 

"Family and friends, thank you all for coming today to share this wonderful occasion. Today we are here together to unite T'Challa and Everett in marriage. Please join hands." Zuri pronounced. 

T'Challa stepped up to Everett and held out his hands, palm up. Looking up into his partner's face, he saw the soft grin Everett wore as he took T'Challa's hands. 

"Do you, Everett, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" 

Everett squeezed T'Challa's hands once before stating loudly, "I do." 

Zuri turned to T'Challa. "And do you, T'Challa, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" 

One tear rolled down T'Challa's cheek before he said, "I do." Everett reached up to wipe off the tear. 

T'Challa turned his head and kissed the heel of Everett's hand. 

"Now. Time for the rings. Shuri?" 

Shuri came over and placed the rings in the opposite owner's hands.

"A ring is an unbroken circle, with ends that have been joined together, representing your union. It is a symbol of infinity and of your infinite love. When you look at these rings on your hands, be reminded of this moment, your commitment, and the love you now feel for each other.

Everett, place the ring on T'Challa's finger and repeat after me:

T'Challa, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge: to love you today, tomorrow, always, and forever." 

Everett repeated the vow and slipped the ring on T'Challa's finger.

"And now, my King, place the ring on Everett's finger and repeat after me:

Everett, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge: to love you today, tomorrow, always, and forever."

T'Challa did the same.

"Before these witnesses, you have pledged to be joined in marriage. You have now sealed this pledge with your wedding rings. By the authority vested in me by the great panther goddess Bast, I now pronounce you husband and husband!" 

The tribes cheered. 

"Please, kiss your bride." 

T'Challa surged forwards, pressing his lips against Everett's. Bringing a hand up to rest on T'Challa's cheek, Everett smiled. 

Something flashed before them, and they broke apart to look at Shuri. She stared at them with an innocent look and said, "What? I can't not take of picture of this." 

Everett smiled at looked back at his husband. "Time to celebrate, yeah?" 

But first, pictures. 

"I believe it is time to dance. Beloved?" T'Challa looked down at Everett as he stood. He held out his hand, and Everett took it. Pulling him onto the dance floor, he spoke. "I believe there is a tradition in America that the new couple is the first to dance. And I believe I have found the perfect song." 

Everett smiled. "What is it?" 

T'Challa grinned at someone behind him. "Shuri? Could you hit play, please?" 

"On it!" 

The song started with an upbeat tune and what sounded like a xylophone. 

Before you came into my life
Everything was black and white
Now all I see is colour
Like a rainbow in the sky
So, tell me your love will never fade
That I won't see no clouds of grey
'Cause I don't want another
You bring colour to my life, baby

Everett gasped. 

I never thought that I would meet anybody
Who knows my body how you know my body (ah, yeah)
I can't deny it, see I stick around 'cause we paint the town
Anyway that we want it
Like red and yellow and pink and green (shit)
That's what I see when you're here with me
Everything is brighter 'cause the limit is the sky
Baby, that's the way you make me feel
You know that

T'Challa hummed along.

Only you can brighten up my day, yeah
You chase all those grey clouds away
(You chase all those clouds away)
You helped me find a brand new shade of me (me)
You make everything change, you rearrange
So don't ever fade (don't fade)
Don't fade, don't fade, don't fade
You bring the colour, you bring the colour
Yeah, you bring the colour (oh, yeah)

Everett pushed down the tears that threatened to fall. 

Before you came into my life
Everything was black and white
Now all I see is colour
Like a rainbow in the sky
So, tell me your love will never fade
That I won't see no clouds of grey
'Cause I don't want another
You bring colour to my life, baby (to my life) 

"Quite catchy, isn't it?" T'Challa whispered. Everett squeezed his hand in some form of agreement. 

Before you came into my life
Everything was black and white
(Now all I see is colour)
Now all I see is colour
(Now, all I see, I see, yeah)
Like a rainbow in the sky
So, tell me your love will never fade
(Tell me, tell me, tell me)
That I won't see no clouds of grey
(Tell me, tell me, tell me)

The tears started falling. Everett closed his eyes tighter. 

The song ended, and Everett's face was shining. 

"Beloved. Darling. Look at me." T'Challa hooked his thumb under Everett's chin and tilted his face to look at T'Challa. "I love you. You know that, right?" 

Everett blushed. "Yes, of course, T'Challa. I love you, too." 

The King leaned down to kiss his husband, slowly growing heated. 

They pulled apart, Everett's lips red and slightly swollen. 

T'Challa smirked. 

"You look so pretty like that, dear." Everett blushed again and bit his lip. 

"Like this?" 

T'Challa laughed and grabbed his hand. "Would you like some cake?" 

"Are you gonna shove it in my face?" 

"That is the tradition. Shall we?" Offering his elbow, as his mom did, he grinned. 

Everett took it and grinned back. "We shall." 

Shuri got some good pictures out of that. 

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T'Challa and Everett were in the last tribe meeting of the day, and Everett was starting to feel it. 

He tried keeping his eyes open; he really did. 

But trying to keep up with a language you don't understand is exhausting. 

Everett recently started learning Wakandan with T'Challa and knew only the basics. 

"Oku kufuneka kume." One of the tribe elders declared. (This has to stop.) 

Everett's eyes closed. 

I can sleep, just for a little bit. No one is paying attention to me. 

Someone shook him. "Darling, wake up." 

Everett's eyes flew open. Looking to his side, he saw T'Challa smiling softly at him. 

Clearing his throat, he mumbled, "Sorry. Just a little tired. I'll be fine." 

"Alright." T'Challa grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "We're almost done, don't worry." 

"My King?" The River Tribe elder asked. 

T'Challa looked back at the council. "Ewe. Uxolo. Besithetha ngantoni?" (Yes. Sorry. What were we talking about?) 

"Ugqogqo." He answered. (The raids.) 

The Wakandan council continued their discussion while Everett slipped back into sleep, slumping against his chair. 

"Kungangokuba ndimyeke alale," Ramonda said. (Might as well just let him sleep.) "Unosuku olude." (He's had a long day.)

It's true. One of the raid members tried to kidnap him, and a goat knocked him into a mud pile. 

And he's still stressed out about the people not liking him because he's an outsider. 

T'Challa moved his husband's head to his shoulder and laced their fingers together. 

Smiling, he listened to his people as they bickered about the country. 

"Everett. Everett." A hand was caressing his face as he woke up a little. 

Everett groaned and turned away. "Leave me alone." 

T'Challa chuckled lightly and whispered, "I will pick you up now. Just stay sleeping." 

Everett made a noise of acknowledgment. 

Kneeling in front of him, T'Challa slipped his arms under his Queen's knees and neck. 

"Put your arms around me, dear." 

"Yes, sir." Everett slurred sarcastically. But he slid his arms around T'Challa's neck and clasped his hands together. 

"We got married a long time ago. Why are you carrying me like this now?"

"You want me to put you in what the Americans call... Oh, what was it? Ah! A fireman's carry. Would like that better?" 

T'Challa's grinned down at him as he hoisted Everett up. 

Everett just scowled. "Everyone thinks they're funny around here, huh?" 

"You're just crabby." 

"Of course I'm crabby. This day has sucked." 

"I'm sure you've had worse. Working with the CIA." 

"Whatever. I'm going back to sleep." 

T'Challa moved his hand to cradle Everett's head as he closed his eyes. Walking back to their chambers, T'Challa thought about how lucky he got.

Everett groaned once more as he was laid down on the plush bed. 

"Are you gonna leave me alone now?" 

"Of course, beloved. But first, you got to change. I can do it for you." 

Everett thought about it for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yeah, okay." 

T'Challa kneeled on the bed. "Sit up. Come on." 

Everett put out his arms. T'Challa grasped them and pulled him into a sitting position. Getting off the bed, he pulled Everett onto his feet. 

Everett shifted himself around, presenting his back to T'Challa. 

The King ran his hands up Everett's arms before coming to the zipper on his gown. 

He pulled it down slowly and let the piece of clothing drop to the floor. 

T'Challa turned Everett back around and sat him on the bed. 

Crouching down in front of his lover for the third time today, he pulled the gown off entirely and took off his shoes and socks. 

He left Everett on the bed in only his undershirt and skin-tight boxers. 

Stripping himself of his own clothes, he also took off his shirt. 

T'Challa looked back at Everett to find him starting languidly at his person. 

Smiling softly, he said, "I would love to, darling, but you look exhausted. I don't think it would be very... Pleasurable." 

Everett snorted. "Anything with you is 'pleasurable.'" 

"Although I am flattered, let's get some rest, yeah? Maybe later." 

"Okay." 

T'Challa laid down on the bed and pulled Everett up to and against him. 

He pulled the covers over them. Trailing his left hand down, he rested it on Everett's hip. His right arm pulled at the more petite man's stomach, pressing him comfortably against T'Challa's body. 

Everett turned in his grasp and caught T'Challa's lips in his own. 

After their mini-makeout session, Everett turned back around and murmured, "Night." 

"Goodnight, darling." 

T'Challa pressed open-mouth kisses on Everett's neck and shoulders while the American drifted off in his lover's arms. 

"I love you," T'Challa whispered into the dark.

He slipped into his own state of unconsciousness. 

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There was nothing wrong with T'Challa and Everett's sex life. They knew how to make each other happy and release oxytocin an appropriate number of times a month. T'Challa might be a busy man, but he made time.

There was just something about T'Challa today that was making Everett so hot and bothered. Maybe it was how he haggled with the surrounding countries for trade deals. Or perhaps the way he got down and dirty and helped his people build a dam. Or maybe, it was simply the way he strode through the halls of the palace. Everett wasn't sure, but he just knew he needed a piece of that. Now.

He dragged T'Challa into their bedroom at the end of the day, practically feral.

"What's wrong, dear?" 

"God, T'Challa, I want you so bad." Everett pressed up against him, nosing along his neck. T'Challa's eyebrows rose, and he played a sly smile. 

"What are you feeling tonight, love?" 

"Mmm, rough." 

The King came alive at that, grabbing his husband's neck to turn him around and push him against the wall. Everett was startled and moaned immediately. T'Challa pushed his clothed and hardening dick between the blonde's asscheeks, grinding up and down. He pulled back mere inches to crash back into the other man, mock-fucking him. 

Everett panted, hands splayed on the wall. His partner pulled at his loose jeans, shoving them down to the start of his thighs, exposing his tight briefs. T'Challa pulled out the belt from its loops, folding it in half and then smacking a cheek lightly. 

He hit twice before pulling off his overshirt. The younger man was left with his boxers and grey long-sleeve. T'Challa's cock sprung up into its former place. Everett sucked in a breath at feeling T'Challa's erection at his entrance, only boundary their underwear. 

He shoved at Everett again, imitating a hard fuck sure to come. Moaning at every thrust, Everett relished in this side of his partner. Still having clothes on made it much more erotic, it had Everett on edge already. 

T'Challa was biting at his neck as they stumbled into the bedroom, with the brunette still rubbing along Everett's crack. He pushed the shorter onto the bed, pulling him up onto his knees. Standing behind, he grabbed at Everett's reaching hands and pulled them behind himself. 

Finally latching onto his husband's lips, their kiss was pure filth, the awkward angle making it easy for T'Challa to lick into Everett's mouth. They stayed like that for several minutes, letting the blonde back away from the cliff he was close to jumping off, even just a few inches. 

Soon enough, though, T'Challa forced him back onto his hands and knees, and, belt in hand, hit his butt several times with increasing force. Between cracks of the belt, the chocolate man would thrust forward, the glide between his cheeks easier now they have spread apart. 

Everett shoved his face into the bedspread, continuing to moan and whimper. T'Challa paused, pulling down the other's jeans, the denim having ridden up. After a few more pokes of the taller's dick along the seam of his ass, T'Challa pulled Everett's briefs down, too, uncovering his ass to the cold air. He shivered, crying out as he felt sticky spit plop down on his hole. 

T'Challa chuckled softly, running a finger along the other's rim, gathering the saliva on the digit to push it in. He leaned to Everett's ear when he breached the first knuckle, whispering, "Are you okay?" 

Everett nodded, turning his head to the side and looking into his husband's eyes.

"Speak, entle." (beautiful)

Everett managed to croak out a small, "Great." 

T'Challa eased more of his finger in, "Color?" 

The blonde's eyes had closed, mouth slack against the sheets. He tapped once against the King's face, signaling green. T'Challa rose back up, pushing all the way in to start fingering him. 

He picked up the pace, pulling Everett up to his chest, locking their lips together once more. Everett groaned into his mouth as the King quirked his finger, brushing against his prostate. 

Eventually, T'Challa pressed down the other onto the bed yet again, flattening him out. He reached across his partner into the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and uncapping it. Dribbling it on two more of his long digits, the brunette plunged them in along with his pointer. 

Everett gasped at that, bouncing twice on the bed as his cock let out a spurt of pre-come onto the sheets. T'Challa stretched him open for what felt like hours, walking him to the edge, and then, when he was just about to fall, catching him and running him back. 

"T, T, please. I'm ready. I'm- urgg- ready." 

T'Challa hummed, taking his fingers out. "One more thing." He grasped Everett's hips, hoisting him on his hands and knees. He started to rub his still boxer-clad dick against the blonde's entrance, repeating the grinding act against his asscheeks. 

Everett whined at the last barrier between them, pushing back onto the rigid member, tantalizing his partner. God, it felt so good, but he wanted more. He wanted T'Challa inside him, filling him up. 

"'Challa- Fuck. Stop teasing. Come on~." 

Finally, finally, T'Challa stopped and pulled his underwear off. He stood up, shifting Everett back on the bed for a bed position. Slowly, he pushed in, reveling in the stretch and heat of the hole welcoming him in. He would give anything to stay here forever, buried to the hilt in his husband. 

But Everett, oh so impatient, rocked his hips back, silently asking him to move. So, he did—brutal, hard, rough. Just like Everett wanted. T'Challa had a bruising grip on his hips, driving him deeper on every thrust. 

Everett could do nothing but moan, his head empty, and his body on fire everywhere T'Challa's skin touched his own. He almost forgot how to breathe, too caught up in the snap of his partner's hips. He was so hard it was almost painful, but he didn't want to come yet, he didn't want this ever to end. 

T'Challa hit the sweet spot in his cavern, over and over. He thrust forward so hard, that it would have sent him across the room if not for his grip. 

"God, yes. Fill me up. Yes, yes yes yes!" 

A sudden burst of liquid caught him off guard as T'Challa came into his asshole. He didn't stop, his strength allowing him to keep going, the new substance easing the glide even more. Slowing down, T'Challa shifted to a mild roll of his hips, teasing Everett again. 

His back arched beautifully as the brunette pulled at his hair, picking up the pace as his cock came back alive. 

T'Challa's cock slammed and slammed into him, filling some desperate need of his. And Everett, Everett was hungry, starved like he'd never been taken, dominated, devoured in his life. They fucked with no end in sight, but Everett was reaching the end of his rope. 

"Shit, shit, 'Challa- Close." 

The other groaned in agreement, also nearing his orgasm. Everett reached a hand down to start stroking himself, in time with T'Challa's thrusts. 

Soon, he was spilling, into the sheets, on his stomach, bobbing up and down as he shook with the force of it. T'Challa came again soon after, the tightening of his partner's rim around the base of his cock setting him off. 

They collapsed on the bed together, sweaty and sated. Too tired to get up and change the sheets, they lay in their mess, content. As T'Challa moved to pull out, Everett snaked a hand back, pulling him back in. 

"Don't. I want you in me while we're sleeping." 

T'Challa pushed back in, cum dripping out between them. He slipped an arm around his husband's middle, closing his eyes and drifting off, smiling happily.