#killpanther

Personally, I think more City Girls energy because I see him acting up (pun intended) more to Act Up.

*the next morning*

Here's me giving my headcanons a shot

Erik is ticklish; T'Challa loves that about him and uses it to his advantage

Erik is lowkey a sweetheart and the only one who can bring it out of him is T'Challa (well sometimes Shuri too)

Erik likes trying on T'Challa's clothes to rub in his face how they look better on him, and also for comfort and to imitate him as a person

Erik is fashion freak, always looking up the latest fashions and dressing in them to look good for himself (and T'Challa)

Erik knows T'Challa hates being called T but he calls him that anyway so they can have rough sex later on

Erik can be a brat at times but that's only so T'Challa can show him who's boss ;)

T'Challa knows Erik dislikes being N'Jadaka yet he only calls him that during sex so he can rile up Erik

T'Challa can be overprotective of Erik because he doesn't want Erik to bury himself in the ocean with the rest of his ancestors

T'Challa calls Erik beautiful, gorgeous, and pretty every chance he gets

T'Challa can be corny at times but Erik loves that about him

Erik introduced T'Challa to everything Disney so now T'Challa calls Erik, Minnie as a pet name. Erik acts annoyed by it but deep down he likes it

Sometimes at night after a long day, in bed all T'Challa wants to do is position Erik on top of him, wrap his arms around Erik's waist and kiss him a million times while they talk about their day

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Imagine (17)

Warnings: this will contain two men in a relationship, I try I try, and there might be cussing not that you all will care

Enjoy!

The day after Erik and T'Challa's engagement and a night of passion, everyone packed their things, checked out of the hotel, and boarded their ship to head back to Wakanda and share the news.

When they touched down, everyone was greeted by Ramonda and Shuri at the palace. Hugs were exchanged between T'Challa, Erik, Okoye, Ramonda, and Shuri as the rest of Dora Milaje loaded the luggage into T'Challa and Erik's room.

"How was your vacation?" Ramonda asks.

"It was great, mother," replies T'Challa as he wraps his arm around Erik's waist. "I had an excellent time. What about you?" he asks Erik.

"Yeah, I had a great time, Auntie," says Erik. "Aye T'Challa you think we should tell them now?"

"Tell us what?" asks Shuri.

"I think we should wait until dinner," T'Challa says smirking.

"No, no. You already started it, now finish. What do you have to tell us?" Ramonda questions.

T'Challa and Erik both stare at each other with love before they share their announcement.

"Well mother, sister, while we were in Vegas, I decided I want to spend the rest of my life with Erik. So I proposed..." T'Challa trails off cueing Erik to finish.

"And now we're getting married." Ramonda gasps as a smile appears on Shuri's face.

"Oh congratulations, you two," Ramonda cheers hugging the two again. She reaches for Erik's hand to see the ring, admiring how beautiful it is. "This ring is exquisite."

"I agree," Erik says.

"I can't believe my brother's getting married," states Shuri.

"Yes, Shuri," says T'Challa. "Aren't you happy for us?"

"Why wouldn't I be happy for my brother?Especially since you're not marrying an idiot."

Erik and T'Challa snicker while Ramonda doesn't look too pleased by the comment.

"Shuri," she scowls.

"Sorry, mother."

"It's cool, Auntie. As long as I'm still cool with Shuri I'm good," Erik comments as he pulls Shuri close to him.

The day goes on as T'Challa and Erik get settled back in. T'Challa won't officially return to business until tomorrow, thanks to the convincing of Erik. As of now the couple are sitting on the couch, watching a movie before dinner time arrives.

"Babe?" calls Erik.

"Yes, Erik?"

"I'm like what Shuri said earlier, I can't believe we're really getting married."

"Well really she said she can't believe I'm getting married," T'Challa starts causing the couple to chuckle. "but you can't?"

"I mean like I told you before, I never thought I see myself here. I almost killed you and you could've killed me but instead you, Auntie, Shuri, and every one who lives here have accepted like I didn't do shit and-" T'Challa cuts Erik off from his babbling by kissing him on the lips.

They separate after a few seconds and it's T'Challa's time to speak. "I told you, Erik, I love you very much. There's no one else in my heart that can replace you. I don't care anymore about what we've been through. I wouldn't have asked you to be my husband if I wasn't sure. Are you sure ready for this, Erik?"

Erik grins. "I love you, T'Challa. I wouldn't have said yes if I wasn't." T'Challa smiles as he kisses Erik on his temple before they return to watch the movie, with Erik feeling a lot better about taking their relationship to the next level.

Almost a year after that night, their wedding day was finally here.

In Wakandan tradition, the royal wedding is not held at the palace. Instead, it is held at any church of the king's choosing. Because of this T'Challa chose the church where his father T'Chaka and Ramonda were married at long ago.

Similar to Western customs, the groom cannot see their spouse before the wedding, otherwise Bast will not bless the matrimony.

Since the theme colors are always chosen by the couple, Erik and T'Challa have decided to go with white and gold.

Lastly, as far as dress, Erik has to be dressed in all white and wear a white and gold kente cloth over his head to signify he is T'Challa's consort, while T'Challa wears a gold and white kurti with matching pants.

The wedding starts in less than an hour. Erik is looking in the mirror as one of the servants wrap the kente on his head.

"You look wonderful, Prince Erik," says the servant, Zoya, once she finishes wrapping the kente.

"Thank you." There's a knock on the door. Zoya walks over and opens it to reveal Ramonda.

"Queen Mother," she announces and bows.

"Hello there. I would like to speak with Prince Erik in private please."

"Of course." She moves to the side to let Ramonda in. "I will give you both your alone time." Zoya leaves out the room closing the door behind her.

Ramonda walks over to her nephew/soon-to-be son-in-law and takes a seat on the couch placed next to the vanity Erik was sitting in front of.

"Hey Auntie," greets Erik as he hugs her.

"Hello Erik," she responds before they pull away. "You look wonderful."

"Thank you. So do you." She says a thank you as well before she starts explaining to Erik why she visited him.

"I wanted to tell you this, N'Jadaka, even though we started off on the wrong foot, I'm glad to have you in our family. As my nephew and now my son-in-law. You and T'Challa make a great couple and Bast willing your marriage lasts a long time."

"You really mean that, Auntie?" Erik asks.

"Yes. I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you if I didn't." They both chuckle and Ramonda continues with her words. "I will tell you marriage is difficult, and you and T'Challa will have some bumps in the road. But you two put your faith in Bast to work it out, and everything will be okay."

The tears Erik were trying to hold back are released, letting them fall freely only for him to quickly wipe them away.

"Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry," Ramonda says as she gets up to comfort Erik.

"Nah, it's okay. I guess I just needed to hear that."

"It's going to be okay, Erik. You have a good thing with T'Challa and so does he with you. I see you two love each other very much so make the best of this."

Erik nods his head in agreement. "Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome. I guess I will be on my way out. Do you need Zoya to redo your make up?" Erik responded with a yes as Ramonda left out the room, but not before reaching out to Zoya to do Erik’s face again. 

After retouches and calming themselves down, Erik was ready to walk down the aisle and T’Challa was ready to see his future husband. 

T’Challa was already standing at the alter while Erik was behind the gold curtains ready to walk. Everyone of importance is in attendance of the royal wedding, of course including Ramonda and Shuri who are seated in the front row. 

“Are you ready to walk now Prince Erik?” another one of the servants, Ode, asks him. Erik gives his approval as the music starts playing and he hears the audience singing in Xhosa. He makes out the lyrics. He translates the song saying that everyone is happy the king has found his love and they’re happy to see the bride, or in this case the other groom. 

The curtains are opened for Erik and he begins to walk in slowly. His bare feet touch the white cloth lined with gold that’s laid down the aisle. The first thing he notices is T’Challa smiling at him and how handsome he looks in his white and gold.

Next, he notices while everyone is singing there are dancers on both sides of the room in rhythm with the music. Erik also looks down to see everyone throwing white rose petals at his feet, also part of tradition. Despite Erik’s heavy knowledge of Wakanda and its history, he didn’t think once to look into the traditions of marriage in Wakanda. And he’s glad he didn’t because it was all a big surprise to him and he liked it. 

He reaches the altar and with the help of T’Challa, he grabs Erik's hand to help him up the three steps and soon has him by his side. 

“You look beautiful, N’Jadaka,” T’Challa whispers in his ear.

“Thank you. You look classy yourself,” he whispers back. 

The music stops, the singing is silenced, and the dancers are now at a standstill. The crowd is cued to sit down so that the wedding may officially start. 

The shaman starts with his words of wisdom for the couple and the audience before he hands off the wedding to Erik and T’Challa to exchange their vows.

“You first, King T’Challa.” The pair look each other in they eyes. T’Challa clears his throat before starting.

“I, T’Challa, love you, N’Jadaka, very much. I want to tell you that every single day and every moment we are together. If I could say it to you a thousand times in one setting I would. I vow to you to be the best husband I can be, to you be the best king I can be. I promise to cherish you, honor you every single moment we have, and continue to love you for who you are. You are my one and only love, Erik, and for better or for worse, I vow to make you feel like that every day of our lives.” 

T’Challa wipes a few tears from his and Erik’s faces. Even Shuri and Ramonda are wiping tears from their eyes before it’s time for Erik’s vows. 

“Your turn, Prince Erik,” announces the shaman. 

“I, N’Jadaka, do love you too, T’Challa. From where we started until now you have made me a better person, and I hope to continue to be that way for you. I vow to support you during our reign, be by your side if you need me, and always be one person you can count on. I vow to you to be the best husband I can be, and be the best king I can be. I vow to love you, make you laugh when I get the chance, and continue to be faithful to you through thick and thin.” 

At this point, a few audience members are in full blown tears, and even the shaman has a tear running down his face before wiping it away. Erik and T’Challa smile, both knowing that they mean the words they both spoke to each other.

The shaman gathers himself and now it was time for the moment of truth. 

“Do you King T’Challa Udaku take Prince N’Jadaka Erik Stevens to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I do,” he says and slips the ring onto Erik’s finger. 

“Do you, Prince N'Jadaka Erik Stevens, take King T’Challa Udaku to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

“I do,” he responds as he does the same to T’Challa. 

“By the spirit of Bast and the country of Wakanda, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mr. Udaku, King T’Challa and now King N’Jadaka. T’Challa, you may now kiss your husband.” T’Challa grabs Erik by his waist and leans in to connect their lips while Erik places his hands on T'Challa's cheeks. The sounds of cheering, applause, and the feeling of excitement can be heard and felt throughout the room as the kiss still continues.

“Hey! Save the rest for the honeymoon!” yells out Shuri as Ramonda turns to pinch her while the rest of the rooms laughs.

T’Challa and Erik pull away, grand smiles still on their faces. 

“I love you,” T’Challa tells him. 

“I love you, too.” 

“The reception will be held in the building next door,” announces the shaman. “As soon as the royal couple exit, everyone may start making their way out.” On cue, the music starts up again, the dancers are dancing, the singing happens, and as another part of tradition, T’Challa grabs Erik’s hand and they both dance their way down the aisle. 

Once they exit the room, the newly wedded couple begin to head straight to their dressing rooms to change, but not before a quick conversation. 

“I can’t believe you’re really my husband,” Erik comments. 

“And I can believe you are not only my husband, but a king as well,” responds T’Challa as he takes Erik’s left hand and kisses it.

“True, but really, I’m your king, babe.” 

Erik and T’Challa share one last kiss before heading to their dressing rooms to prepare for an evening of eating, drinking, partying, and having fun to celebrate the start of a new life together.

Credits/Notes:

Gifs are not mine (credit to those people who made them). Pictures are not mine (credit to the photographers), and they are just an idea of what the ceremony and the reception look like.

Erik did not have a full face of make up, only a little water proof foundation did the trick. 😉

I hope y’all like the wedding vows because I made them up. 😀

I actually did some research on how some traditional African weddings are conducted. You all probably know that different countries and regions in Africa have diverse ways of traditional weddings, and as a result, I got some ideas from the Shona people in Zimbabwe and an article I read about a Nigerian royal wedding. Also there is use of some traditional Western customs.

Imagine (14)

This is dedicated to @tcherik-imagines since they reblogged under this imagine that it was a need. I hope you like it!

Warning: contains two men in a relationship and to note, Erik and T’Challa will not be cousins in this short.

Enjoy!

Music blasting, people dancing, drinks flowing, and chatter filling the room. All the signs of a party, although it wasn’t just any party, it was a New Year's Eve party. And there were twenty-five minutes left until everyone rung in the new year. At the party, everyone seemed to be having a good time. Everyone except for Erik Stevens.

Erik was not really a party person. He was only there because his co-worker and friend, Linda, dragged him there thanks to her begging and pleading him to go until he said yes. 

This annual party was hosted in the home of his boss, Tony Stark, who really always threw parties as an excuse to have a lot of fun and get drunk in front everyone with no shame. And if it was a holiday party, he definitely was going to let loose. 

Erik was currently sitting on the stairs, away from the crowd with a glass of champagne in his hand, looking at all of his co-workers mingle with one another. Jumpin' Jumpin' by Destiny's Child was playing at the moment as some people were dancing, some were drinking, and Tony was drunk as could be while entertaining his guests. 

While he was alone, he took some time to look at the decor of Tony’s Malibu mansion. One thing about Tony, he liked the colors white, black, bright red, and gold. The bright crystal chandelier illuminated the room, the red couches decorated with black and gold pillows were occupied, the walls were painted white with photographs hung on them, and then there was the dance floor that was in a separate room where most of dancing took place. Tony’s backyard was a beach that lead straight to the ocean that could be overlooked from the gigantic patio. 

Still scanning the crowd, Erik sees Linda chatting it up with another one of their co-workers, Sam Wilson.

They’ve had a crush on each other for a minute and it was obvious to everyone. Despite them both denying that they don’t like each other in that fashion, their feelings and actions say otherwise. 

Erik’s eyes then come across someone else. He had chocolate-colored skin, stood at six feet tall like himself, his hair made of black curls, and always wore African attire.

From what Erik knows his name is T’Challa, who’s from a country named Wakanda. This is not the first time Erik has noticed him. He's seen him plenty of times around Stark Enterprises and always thought he was fine. However, he’s only talked to him once and that was only in passing when a quiet 'hi' came out of him. 

Erik can’t help but to keep staring at T’Challa. He’s currently conversing with Natasha Romanov, Tony’s assistant. She has on a beautiful red dress as they’re both smiling, laughing it up, and she puts her hand on his shoulder rubbing it slightly before removing it. From Erik's perspective there’s a persona T'Challa puts on in front of her. Otherwise his body language looks as if he’s ready to get away from her and move to another part of the room. But he's just trying to be a gentleman and hear her speak. Erik's heard the rumors about how Natasha has a crush on T’Challa and will do anything to be with him, only for T'Challa to deny her because she’s ‘not his type’.

“Hey, Erik,” Linda calls as she walks up to stand in front of him. “Are you alright? You’re just sitting here being a recluse.”

“I'm okay, Linda, and I have the right to be. I told you I didn’t want to come to this damn party,” he says taking a sip of his drink.

“Well while you’re here can you be at least a little bit social?” she pleads.

“Yeah, I’ll be social,” he replies standing up taking one more sip of his drink before setting it down on one of the trays that are being carried around by waiters. “Outside. I’ll be out there for a bit if you need me.” He walks around Linda, down the stairs through the crowd, and straight out the front door, closing it behind him. 

Erik sits down on a white painted bench located on the porch. While he's outside the smell of ocean water hits his nostrils and the sound of the waves vibrate in his ears. He doesn’t mind it, if anything he needs the aroma and the sound to calm him down. He also notices how beautiful it is out here, despite the clouds in the sky, and the cool Malibu air brushing over his skin.

Erik considers calling a Lyft to drive him home since he came with Linda until he hears the front door close and feels a presence sit next to him. He was expecting it to be Linda to convince him to be social again, until he looks over and sees someone he wasn't expecting. 

“Ah, it’s nice out here isn’t it?” T’Challa asks him trying to make conversation.

It takes a few seconds for Erik to register that the same person he had his eyes on earlier is sitting next to him before answering his question.

“Yeah it is. Although it looks like it’s about to rain,” he responds. "but I don't mind it though."

“I don't either. You know I really like the rain,” says T’Challa. “There’s something calming about rainy days.”

“Yeah, I like rainy days too.” Erik doesn't know exactly what caused T'Challa to start talking about the weather, but he'll take this over staring at T'Challa for long periods of time anyday.

“I’ve seen you around, but I’ve never gotten your name.” 

"The name's Erik. You?” 

“I'm T’Challa,” he replies. Even though Erik already knew, he didn't want to sound like he was stalking the man.

“So I’m guessing you’re not really a party person,” T'Challa states.

Erik laughs. “What figures?” 

“I did see you sitting by yourself on the stairs until your friend came up to you. Then I saw you come out here alone and figured I come talk to you. I was hoping you haven't left.” 

“Well as you can see I'm still here," he laughs. "But what made you wanna come talk to me? How you know I didn’t wanna be alone?”

T’Challa shrugs his shoulders. “It was worth a shot. Plus, I've been wanting to talk to you for a while so I figured this was my chance." Hearing these words come from T'Challa makes Erik feel some way inside. It shows that maybe his feelings are not one-sided between the two.

"And may I add while I was talking to Natasha, I noticed you looking at me so I figured I had to talk to you before the night was over.” Erik blushes as he heard that. He didn’t mean to make it obvious, but at least something good came out if it. “But it's okay, from you I take it as a compliment."

"Hey as long as you didn't find it creepy I'm good."

"No, not at all," he responds. "Although while we are sitting here, I was thinking we should go out sometime.”

Erik perks up at the words we should go out sometime. He can’t believe that he’s only been talking to T’Challa for less than ten minutes and he’s already talking about going out. 

“Woah, are you asking me out on a date?” Erik asks. "I know I was staring and all, but how you know I wasn't plotting to kill you?"

T'Challa laughs. "You're funny, Erik. But no, not as a date. Since we barely know each other it can be more of a casual outing. If that's okay with you."

Erik thinks about it for a moment. Despite him working with the man, he hardly knows him and this is the longest amount of time he’s talked to him. However, he's been eyeing the man since they first started working together and he wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity. 

“T’Challa, I'd like to go out with you sometime.”

A smile forms on T’Challa’s face that Erik would call a drop-dead smile. Before T’Challa can speak another word the beginning of Purple Rain by Prince can be heard playing from outside. 

“Oh, I love this song,” says Erik getting hype. He looks back at T’Challa and his mood calms quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“It’s okay, Erik. Would you like to dance?” he asks holding out his hand. 

“We can, but can we stay out here? I don’t feel like going back inside.”

“Whatever you like. I really don’t prefer to go back inside either.” Erik lets out a low laugh as he grabs T’Challa’s hand. With T'Challa leading Erik to stand up, they both slow dance right there in front of the bench. T’Challa sets his hands on Erik’s waist as Erik wraps his arms around T’Challa’s neck. 

“You know you can wrap your arms around me,” says Erik. “I don’t care.” Soon as he says that, T’Challa completely covers Erik’s waist with his arms. Two minutes into the dance, Erik lays his head on T'Challa's shoulder. He thought T'Challa would mind it at first, but he hasn't said anything so he keeps it there.

Erik doesn't exactly know what it is about T'Challa, but he feels as if he can be free around him without any judgment. And he hasn't even known him that long. He can free with Linda too, but sometimes she can be more like his mother than his friend.

Another minute in, he feels a drop of water land on his shoulders. A few more come down and pretty soon it’s raining. The rain is not heavy at all, instead it’s light and soothing. And it doesn’t stop them, they continue to dance like nothing’s happening. 

“You rather stay out here literally in the rain ?” asks T’Challa. 

“You’re not moving and neither am I. We both like the rain, right? And Purple Rain is playing, so why not?” T’Challa doesn’t say anything else as they keep dancing with Erik singing some of the lyrics. 

They don’t realize what time it is until they hear the party cheering and counting down from twenty. The two stop dancing as Erik checks his phone right quick to physically see that they do have less than a minute until the new year comes in. 

“So, T'Challa, you ever had new year’s kiss?” Erik asks as they start dancing again. 

“No, I haven’t. Have you?”

“Nope,” Erik cheeses.

"Well, I say we make this count." The countdown reaches ten as they both look each other in the eyes with smiles on their faces. They start moving in closer to each other on five, with the guitar solo starting. And on one, their eyes close and their lips connect. 

The new year is here as the solo is still playing. Sounds of cheering can be heard from the inside, but Erik and T’Challa are lost in a world of their own. 

They pull away after a few more seconds and both realize it's not only the start of a new year, but something new between them as well.

“Happy New Year, T’Challa.”

“Happy New Year, Erik," he responds before they reconnect their lips with Purple Rain and the rain itself making the moment feel just right.

Credits/Notes:

Gifs are not mine. I am aware that Tony Stark/Iron Man lives in NYC, however I am sure we all know that some scenes from the first two Iron Man movies were filmed in Malibu so that’s why I chose that location for the party. 

I hope y’all enjoyed it!