#m'baku fanfic

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Obere Òké

Pairings: M'Baku x black!Reader Word Count: 2.4k words Kink: Cunnilingus Warnings: NSFW, oral (f!receving), praise, size kink, p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie... A/N: I'm like....really late, guys. But I managed to get this done early enough to post it today so I hope you enjoy. Also, in this fic, M'Baku speaks Igbo and the reader speaks Xhosa but they understand both languages. Thank you and happy reading!

You hold on tight to the furs and fabrics strewn across the bed, your back arches out and your dark skin stretches tight over your knuckles. You grind your hips against your husband's face as his strong hands keep you in place on top of him.

"F-Fuck," you stutter as his nose digs into your clit, his tongue licking inside of you as he works you toward another orgasm. You've already cum twice, but M'Baku is insistent. "M'Baku, my love, you feel so good," you moan, your thighs quivering around his head as you try to keep yourself controlled.

He hums deeply into you, and a shudder runs through your body at the sensation. "Bast," you moan.

M'Baku devours you, feeding off your moans like they are the essence of his being. His hands grip your flesh and his tongue delves inside of you like licking inside an ice cream cone.

You feel another release creeping in on you as he shifts to suck on your clit. His eyes are closed and he's enjoying you like a feast. Your hips jerk and the sparks of pleasure are felt in every limb. "Sithandwa sam," you moan as you grind your hips against his face. His tongue digs deeper inside of you as he licks up every drop of slick you give him. You're practically shaking as you cum, moaning his name and riding his face.

You feel his hands travel up your sides, taking hold of you before he's moving his big body and laying you on your back. He leans over you, his domineering stature only intimidating in the pleasurable way as he stares down at you with a deep smile.

You wrap your hands around his head and bring him down to kiss you, your lips melding together as you moan against his, which taste like you. "Nwunye mara mma," he breathes into you, kissing your neck.

You close your eyes and breathe as he treats you. "Are you,” a breath, “quite done with that yet?" you ask, sighing when he wraps his lips around your nipple.

With a light smack, he pulls away and looks up at your face. "Actually, no," he says, "I don’t think I’ve tasted enough yet."

He finishes licking your nipple before going back down on you, wrapping your thighs around his shoulders to hold you steady. He licks and sucks on your folds, tasting your arousal and making himself messy with you. His beard scratches your thighs in the best way, and your hips jerk when he suckles around your clit.

His tongue thrusts as deeply inside of you as he can manage. And it's not like he can't use his fingers to fill the space his tongue can't reach. He just refuses to. He'd told you that he could make you cum with only his mouth, and he was right. He was continuing to be right; not that you had challenged him in the first place…

His hands caressed your thighs, addicted to the doughy feeling of them around his head. You're still grinding up against his face, chasing the feeling of his tongue on you.

He lifted your thighs, pulling away from you for just a moment to say, "Hold these for me, ihunanya."

You hold your thighs, wrapping your arms around them like he'd directed so you're open and on perfect display for him. He hums appreciatively, staring at your cunt with his dark gaze and licking his bottom lip between his teeth.

He sets his hands on the underside of your thighs and digs in again, licking you with his hot tongue and then licking into you when you moan deliciously.

He grinds his hips into the bed. He’s had you spread out over the bed for over half an hour, kissing you and tasting you and making you cum. His hands haven’t left you once to deal with himself, and he won’t let you do it for him. In fact, he grips you tighter to pull you in closer. He can never get enough of you.

You whisper his name again like a prayer, the usually pale light now golden with the morning hours. As M’Baku glances at you for a moment, his breath becomes shallow at the sight to behold. You’re beautiful, with smooth, dark skin made richer by the golden light. You shudder, both from his lips on your clit and the warm glow of the Sun through the chilly air of the Jabari Mountains.

His tongue plunges inside of you, addicted to your sweet taste. Your head spins as the mind-numbing pleasure continues to conquer you. As his relentless tongue and his relentless lips carried on, you could feel yourself building toward another release.

You moan his name when you cum for the fourth time, your poor clit throbbing and sore but so ready to accept more of him at a moment’s notice. Your back arches off the bed, and he pushes you back down with his hands on the backs of your thighs.

He licks you through your orgasm, pulling away and feeling your body trembling in his grasp. “Oh, look at you, obere òké,” he coos. “You should see yourself shake.” He strokes his large hands along your sides, letting your legs down so he can kiss you properly.

His lips slot against yours, and you sigh at the feeling of his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in closer, and he catches you by surprise when he pushes a thick finger between your folds, as deep as he can get it inside of you. You clench around it, breaking the kiss to moan as he curls his finger inside of you and huffs.

“Yes, this will do just fine,” he mutters, feeling how drenched you are as your dripping cunt sucks his finger in. He pulls it out of you, pressing it at your lips as you part them to taste yourself. He smiles and watches as you do it. “Such a beauty, you are,” he chuckles. “My beautiful woman.”

He pulls his hand from you, nudging your chin with his knuckles. “Now let me give you what you really want,” he says. “I know you have been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

You nod. “Of course. You make it hard to resist, myeni wam.”

He smiles, chuckling deeply as he spreads your legs wider, taking a look at your pussy as he does it. He groans deeply at the sight, shaking his head gently. “Glory to Hanuman,” he mutters, earning an eye roll from you as you chuckle.

“Are you going to fuck me, gorilla man, or are you going to sit there and stare at me while you praise your gods, eh?” you raise a brow.

He lightly smacks your thigh as he takes his cock in his hand, thick and hard. “You’ve still got quite the mouth for someone who will not be walking today.”

You laugh. “Likewise.”

He kisses his teeth, muttering under his breath at you. Rolling your eyes, you press your hand to his chest and actually have to push in order for him to get the hint that you’re trying to move him. If he wanted, you wouldn’t have been able to move him an inch, hovering over you like a beast. Your beast.

You guide him to lay on his back once more, sitting on top of him as you straddle his body. He’s so big, you look tiny in comparison to him. But, to be fair, you are tiny in comparison to him. His hands fall on your thighs as he looks up appreciatively at you.

“You’re taking too long,” you smile, lifting your hips and taking his cock in your own hand. You position him at your weeping hole, his tip nudging at your pussy as you slowly sink down onto him. You’re so wet, he slips inside with ease as he stretches you out around his cock. You close your eyes and moan, easing your head back as you roll your hips slowly.

M’Baku’s eyes flutter shut as well, a deep grunt sitting in his chest as he feels you take him into your cunt, warm and tight and so wet. He curses under his breath, caressing your skin without guiding your hips.

You begin to build a steady pace just grinding on top of him, circling your hips as you put your hands behind your head. M'Baku watches you, takes in the sight of you feeling yourself, your cunt sucking him in. He thinks you're beautiful.

"Look at yourself, obere òké. Such a small thing taking me all in." He lays his head back against the furs and groans deeply.

You urge your hips back and forth, feeling his cock so deep within you. "You always stretch me so wide," you moan, your words broken with lust. "Fuck, M'Baku, you feel so good inside me."

You set your hands on his shoulders, holding on top as you begin to lift yourself slowly off of him. When you've got him just to the tip, you drop back down on top of him with a loud moan. You throw your head back, gasping for breath at the feeling of the wonderful stretch, the throbbing of his cock, his hands tightening around your hips, your clit pulsing.

You do it again, and again, building another rhythm as the sound of your slick sticking to his body and yours creates a loud smack of wet skin on skin. Your pace is quick, your body moving in a perfect dance that lets his cock fill you with each move. He thrusts up into you, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, groping you and squeezing the supple flesh like he's going to rip you apart. His hands smack your ass, feeling the ripple of the flesh with a grunt.

"Just like that, my queen," he breathes. "Take it all."

Your moans have climbed higher, loud whimpers, almost squeaks, that tear from your throat with each pound of his cock inside of you. Your hands fall to M'Baku's neck, stroking your thumbs along the thick column of it. Another whimper makes your limbs weak and your arms almost give out as you stare into his eyes, dark with lust but just as brown and just as beautiful as anything you've ever seen. Some of the light that pours in shines across his face. He squints his eyes just a little, and you smile at the deep pools of honey reflecting back at you. You bend down to kiss him, your bodies pressed flush together as you continue to thrust your hips against his.

It's not until his thumb has begun rubbing your clit that you pull back again, moaning at the feeling of your aching clit being touched again. You're going to burst, your bodies smacking together again in a desperate search for another mind-numbing release. He watches your breasts bounce with every move.

You clench around his thick cock, looking down to watch your cunt take him in with each fall of your hips to his. He's doing the same, enjoying the show from his perfect view. "I can tell you are close," he grunts. "Are you going to cum for your king, woman?"

You nod, grasping his shoulders tight. "Yes," you sigh, rolling your hips a little harder. "Yes, I'm going to cum for you."

He grasps your hip tight with his free hand, helping you keep up with him as his thumb continues to circle your clit. "Good girl," he says. "Keep squeezing me like that." He's starting to get close, too. How could he not? With how tight you are, how wet you are, how well you moan for him and fuck yourself on top of him.

You're so small compared to him, and everything about him is just so big. His hands, his thighs, his cock. He dwarves you, and he knows how much you enjoy it as you continue to seek out your high on top of him.

"I should put you up there more often. You are so cute, fucking yourself on me like that." He grunts as you slam yourself down on him once, picking up your weight again to keep going. "Fuck."

"I'm so close," you gasp, squeezing his cock.

He keeps at your clit, feeling how your walls flutter around him. "Cum for me, nwunye mara mma," he commands. "Cum for your king."

Your mouth falls open as loud, breathy moans leave you. You can't keep up the steady pace as your release hits you, spreading along your spine and branching out to your weakening limbs. It feels magnificent, the way he helps you through your orgasm with his circling thumb and his thrusting hips. You clench around him, though it's hard to control it with the way your pussy flutters. "M'Baku, myeni wam!" you cry out, rolling your hips on top of him once more. "Ewe, uziva umangalisa!"

M'Baku's body tenses when he cums. He grasps your hips tighter and pulls you down on top of him, thrusting his cock as deep as he'll go and groaning roughly. It's almost a growl of a sound as he spills inside of you, the warmth spreading in your belly as you milk his cock, taking every drop as you do it.

Your back arches as you ride your high before ultimately falling limp as the waves of pleasure die down to a gentle ripple. You lay on his chest, catching your breath as you close your eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, your thumbs stroking his skin as you sigh deeply. He's still so deep inside of you, so hot and so filling.

"Kedu ka ị mere, ihunanya m?" he asks gently, his large hand stroking your back and keeping you warm as the winter air begins to set around you again.

"Emangalisayo," you sigh.

"Good." He cups your cheek to encourage you to look at him.

You lift your head, moving your hands to cup his own face. "I have to tell you something."

He smiles gently, "Hm?"

You kisses you deeply, his tongue licking your bottom lip. As you part from his lips, you hum. "Ndiyakuthanda."

He chuckles, bringing you in to kiss you again. "A hụrụ m gị n'anya," he says, his voice barely above a whisper but still so deep as it vibrates in his chest and into yours.

You melt against him, his hot body warming your own. "Well," you smile. "Glory to Bast."

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[fictioninmyblood]

Protector of Her Heart

Chapter Eight

Note: I apologize for how long it has been since I’ve updated this fic or any of my fics (If anybody is even reading this). Thank you for your patience. I hope you like it. Constructive criticism welcome :)

Summary: Elinora is an empath’s version of Professor X, only a lot more powerful. She is an enhanced human with the ability to read the world’s emotions. Nick Fury has welcomed her into the fold, but with a fear of herself she has been quite reserved. A forced bonding night with the newly discovered Wakandan royalty brings her out of the shadows of fear and into the light of lust.

Warning: language/smut, 18+, angst

umfana wam omncinane - my little warrior

sithandwa sam - my love

Omncinci - little one

onye ndu ya - his soulmate

obere eze nwanyi - little queen

umphefumulo wami - my soul

A/N: some words are zulu, others are igbo.

Previous Chapter

A/N: My work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

If there is one thing Elinora knew she would never be able to doubt after this day - it was that no other person could evoke the concurrent silence of the world and resonance of her innermost desires like M’Baku. That man could open boxes that had been buried in different dimensions and lock up the ones she kept open with just a fucking whisper of a touch and it was driving Nora wild. She had to draw on years of practiced control to contain the tsunami he was creating. Watching M’Baku expertly throw axes and knives for an entire day gave her no choice but to acknowledge this, even if she only admitted it to herself. 

He made it difficult to keep denying her feelings every time he wrapped his body around hers to show her how to properly position her body to aim and throw. Every graze of his fingers, skin, or lips tossed her entire being beneath a drowning wave of surrender that was wailing for her to give into the effects he was eliciting. His fiery gaze that maintained eye contact with her as much as possible and the endless teasing! His clear goal of showing her how natural it would be to accept this swift and solid connection was becoming too much. It was hard to remember why it was bad for her to give in.

If he did one more thing that drew her gaze and made her thirst for something that water couldn’t quench, licked and smirked those angelic lips, and told her, “eyes on the lesson umfana wam omncinane, we want to keep you safe,” she might combust from the volcanic eruption he was stirring.

It took every ounce of remaining energy she had not to cave under his smoldering stares that held the depth of his desires which he seemed to be emanating tenfold. If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he was doing it on purpose. If she did know better, she would know without a shadow of a doubt that he was. This was a man in tune with nature, his nature to be exact, and he knew what he wanted. What he needed.

Her.

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M’Baku was determined to break down her defenses. From his time learning and meditating with spiritual advisors, he had learned the power of spirit, thought, and emotions, slowly mastering them over the last decade and change. From those teachings coupled with that he got from his baba and grandbaba, the former chiefs, he knew that mind, body, and soul were three parts of a whole, just like a king, his queen, and their seed. She was his queen, his anchor to the infinite possibilities the universe has to offer him, the half of his heart that he not only desired but genuinely needed. So he was not letting her go, in fact he planned on using his entire life experience to pass this test which he knew would determine the fate of the rest of his life.

He recognized and used her yearning for skin-to-skin contact to his advantage and thought of nothing, but having her completely in every way. He manifested their every possibility. Every kiss, every embrace, every fruit that could and would bear from the tree of their love and interconnectedness. He painted vivid pictures in his mind of their union and let it wash over him as they interacted. It brought back the feeling of Hanuman taking the reigns, but the more skittish Nora became, the more he realized it was probably best he continue to let Hanuman guide his actions, no matter how afraid he was of losing control. M’Baku knew that he and his god would walk on burning coals before either intentionally hurt Nora.

Anytime he was demonstrating for her, he would softly tell her to stand back a little out of the way, “just in case, sithwanda sam,” and then with all of his pent up sexual aggression he hit the bullseye with a resounding thump. For the life of him, he could not help but picture how she'd look taking him slow and deep with the way her chest jumped with a hitch in her breath. That’s exactly how he wanted to have her gasping for breath when she was taking all of him, like her body was too enraptured in the moment to remember the rhythm of her breath.

When it was time to physically move her into understanding how to better maneuver her throws he would do his best to wrap himself around her without resting all the way against her like he wanted. To get the results he needed without crossing the new boundary he had set for himself, he rested one hand on her waist and grabbed her wrist with the other to rest arm against arm with her to maneuver her body into the perfect movement. And just when she would stop holding her breath and let out a sigh of relief at him just showing her to throw better, he’d get real close to her ear, a hair’s breathe from her neck, and softly say, “juuuuussst like that omcinci.”

He had to be careful with that though cause the little noises it would elicit from her had him damn near weeping in his briefs. Every. Damn. Time. His obere eze nwanyi had the biggest depth for passion he’d ever seen, in all things. He saw how she trained, determined to be able to protect her new team as much as they did her. Not to mention her cooking showed just how endless her ocean of love reached. She thought she was hiding the depth of all that encompasses who she is, but to him, every layer was his to thoroughly examine. So, he was determined to mine the caverns of her heart, convinced there would never be a nobler pursuit in his lifetime.

She needed to admit to herself first and then him what they were, soulmates. That she was his in every manner of the word, onye ndu ya. Not to own, but to protect, to love, to honor, to respect, to battle the world so she could walk on roses. Either they knew each other from the ancestral plane or a past life or something, regardless she was his and he was hers. She just had to say it out loud. Then and only then would he sit her on her rightful throne. 

Him.

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After he could tell she was way past her breaking point, he called the end of their session. It was for the best cause he had also been pushed past his own limits and she looked a little beat and definitely uncomfortable. He could deduce from the most seductive aroma that has recently become his favorite drug and her pointed nipples despite their sweating that she was embarrassed and horny. He had her right where he wanted her and was going to take this time to seize the opportunity.

Nora was indeed horny and embarassed about being so fucking turned on from one training session. He was stern and teasing at the same time which had given her brain and body whiplash. One second scolding her for not listening to his instruction properly, with a ‘I know you can do much better than that omcinci,’ and the next just shy of wrapping himself around her and whispering his instructions to her as if they were making love. She was never going to forget the lesson and with a new fire inducing memory to add to the flames it was her stubborn brain that made her next decision.

Once she was showered and redressed, Nora found her way to what could easily be considered her favorite place on the whole compound, the swimming area. More like a complete gymnasium with a standard olympic pool, several jacuzzis, and a heated saltwater infinity pool, separate from the basketball court, work out rooms, saunas, tennis courts, and volleyball courts. When she first got here, she had to do her best not to geek out when Sam showed it to her. He had made a joke about him barely using the pools only the jacuzzis cause you know, he was black, so she hadn’t been sure whether he would judge her for basically being a fish. 

Imagine her surprise when he accosted her with puppy eyes talking about, “why didn’t you tell me? I thought you was gonna be like the little sister I always wanted and I find out you’re closer to Buckwad!”

It had actually been her intention to get to know the black Avengers first, mainly Sam since he was the only one on the compound really, but Bucky was one of the few people that caught her just existing without all of her usual emotional and mental masks and safeguards, having either a similar sleep pattern to her or none at all. The dude just appeared everywhere all the time. Fortunately unfortunately it kind of forced her to open up a little quicker than she had wanted to with certain things. She was glad cause it seemed like out of everyone there, no matter how nice they seemed, he understood most and empathized with what she was going through besides Wanda.

Everyone there had Bucky to thank for what they did know about her, especially things about loving to swim and being pretty awesome at it too. Now M’Baku was another thankful knower of all things Elinora, having ran into him after his own shower and asking for more information he could use to his advantage. He seriously owed the infamous white wolf several big favors for all of his help getting closer to his Nora.

“Her go to when she’s full of emotion that she’s afraid to let out is the swimming pools, especially the infinity pool.” Once again, Bucky’s advice couldn’t have been more spot on. He leaned against the entrance and watched her float in the center of the pool, staring up through the glass ceiling at the stars that were clearly visible thanks to the specialty lighting all throughout the compound.

When she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and dived backwards into the depths of the pool he made his way into the private area, placing his things next to hers on a nearby bench. She was slowly making her way back to the surface and opposite end of where she started, at the steps. He watched and walked with her, meeting her at the steps entrance when she surfaced all the way, letting her fall right into his embrace.

Nora was letting the deafening silence of the water soothe the turmoil and discord this connection to M’Baku mustered up. Yes, she was horny around him and wanted to let him ravage her in every manner of the word, but past the carnal desires and raging hormones, she was terrified. She could imagine herself crying into his chest, being soothed by his words, resting in his embrace, and creating a life of love and laughter. But life taught her early on that when it came to being loved in return, no matter how much she anticipated someone’s needs or gave them her love and attention and care, she was disposable. In fact, she had become certain that she was only meant to love others, never to really receive love in the way she so freely and deeply gave it. Wasn’t that why she was the strongest empath around?

She’d come to let the pressure of the water push her doubt and yearning back down into her pandora’s box. No matter how much it seemed this was one of those fairytale endings, Nora was convinced that this was just another trick to get her to lower her defenses and willingly give her heart over to be pulverized. ‘Fool me once shame on you, and I shan’t be fooled again,’ she thought. She swam back towards the steps staying under as long as possible so she could come up gasping. There was this unmatched feeling she loved that came with pushing herself past her physical limits and having to catch her breathe again.

The towering presence she basically swam into refilled her toe to head with that anxious yearning feeling she’d just pushed down. Right into the arms she desperately wanted to relax into and run from, unable to exert any real energy towards either decision since she was trying to catch the breath she just was so excited to lose. Trapped. Exactly where she didn’t want to be and he knew she needed to be.

“Hello sithandwa sam, I was just praying to Hanuman that I be granted with a chance to catch a bit of your time and attention outside of work and look…” he had her wrapped up in his arms so quick and with a gentle squeeze, pulled her impossibly closer, “I literally caught you!” 

Nora was practically vibrating from the rumble of his words as they traveled from his chest to hers and left the livewire feeling she was suddenly encompassed with. Paired with his mischievous grin that held the map to her future she was weak-kneed and panty soaked. This man was here to burn down anything in his way and like a lightening bolt he struck again and again.

M’Baku reached down to grasp Nora by her thighs right where her ass met them and wrapped her legs around him, easing them into a sitting position halfway in the water.

“What are you do-?” M’Baku silenced her question by grasping the nape of her neck and softly drawing her further into his spell. He kissed her sweetly and slowly, memorizing the curve of her lips and the sounds certain actions produced.

Like when he’d pull back to softly suck on her bottom lip, she did this little pant and whine with a small wiggle combo. When he’d lighten the pressure to lay the softest pecks on the corners of her lips, one after another, and she’d try to pull him closer, practically begging for more. Or when he tongued her down and she couldn’t help but moan and scoot in his lap, trying to get closer, holding him like a boa constrictor, allowing him to adjust his grasp on her to that of her cloud-like soft cheeks. His favorite part of kissing her though? When she’d let her true desires take control, gripping his copper curls and carrying out her own assault on his bottom lip. They spent what felt like an eternity exploring each other’s lips and responses.

When M’Baku finally leaned back, giving them a reprieve to help catch their breaths, Nora was deep in the Jabari Chief’s haze. Eyes glazed over, lips parted as if to ask for another kiss, fingers mindlessly playing with the curls at the base of his neck, Elinora was in bliss. There wasn’t any thought of her traumatic past or fear of the hope she had for a future with M’baku, just the moment. A pause in her day that was full of all the peace and serenity she’d been praying for these last two decades.

M’Baku hated to break her out of the peaceful fog, but knew it was vital they communicate with more than their spirits. Still wanting to savor the moment, he brushed a stray curl that’d escaped from her messy bun, cupping her face in his hand so that he could tilt it, exposing more of her neck. After a few moments savoring the beauty of such an angelic face, he marked her soul some more. Planting kiss after kiss along her collarbone, up her neck and face, making sure to drag his lips across her jawline and behind her ear before working his way over her cheekbone and resting his lips against her closed eyelid. Satisfied, he switched his hold on her face from one hand to the other so he could repeat his actions on her other side.

After he’d deemed his work momentarily complete, he’d grasped the nape of her neck with both hands, slowly massaging the underside of her face where her jaw met her neck.

“Sithwanda sam? My love?” M’Baku used a little more pressure when all he got in response was a nonsensical moan. “Omncinci, open your eyes, look at me.”

“Mmmmdontwanna,” she mumbled back.

Keeping one hand on her nape, M’Baku used his other hand to cup her ass again, squeezing both firmly. “Open them now or I’ll make you.”

Nora whined, but she complied, peeling her eyelids back open despite feeling like they had been glued shut.

M’Baku placed the hand that was on her face to the small of her back, softly stroking it with just his thumb as he spoke.

“Can you see how much we’ve been pulled towards each other? Ever since I laid eyes on you, hell, even since I stepped foot on this compound, I’ve felt this energy drawing me to you and I know you feel it too. I can literally feel how much more intense it is for you than me, so don’t lie to me. Don’t let another untrue word cross your lips when we both have known since day 1 that as far as this universe is concerned, you are bound to me and I to you. I am doing my best to be patient my love, but it is not in my nature, especially when the answer is so clear, when our connection is so clear.”

Nora pulled her hands from his neck and placed them in their laps, breaking her gaze from M’Baku to look at them as she fiddled.

“Sithwanda sam?”

“Hmm?” she hummed back, not willing to speak past the growing lump in her throat and the tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

M’Baku used a forefinger to lift her gaze back to his.

“Oh sithwanda sam, tell me who hurt you so deep. Tell me who I must kill in order to give you your smile back.”

Nora lowered her gaze again shaking her head as a few rogue tears slipped past her closed lids, doing her best to sniffle quietly as she ever so faintly said, “I already killed them. It’s how I found out about my powers.”

M’Baku grasped her face in both hands, lifting it for him to place gentle kisses over her lids, down her cheeks over her tears, and a few pecks to her lips. “Let me love the pain away. Please omcinci.”

Nora shook her head again, pressing her lips into a thin line and trying to remove herself from M’Baku’s hold, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Elinora,” his voice boomed with his determination.

She whimpered.

“Please umphefumulo wami. Please, please please please please please please, please,” he begged and he kissed her over and over.

“Let me try, let me prove that my love is capable of wiping this despair away,” he said as he gazed in her eyes.

By now Nora couldnt stop her tears from flowing freely and that last statement tore a sob from her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, nodded once, and let the decades of loneliness and deep anguish out.

M’Baku held her for what felt like an eternity, holding her close and stroking her back as she calmed back down. Even after she stopped crying he continued to hold and caress her, showing her better than he could tell her that he would always be there for her. 

She would always be able to find comfort and solace in his arms.

Chapter 9...on the way

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[umber-cinders]

Mount Jabari

Relationships: M’Baku x Black!FemReader

Rating: MATURE (18+)

Summary: M’Baku, Leader of the Jabari Tribe is one of the most frustrating people you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. He’s as annoying as he is strong and good looking. That alone should be enough to keep you from wanting to do anything more than bicker with him whenever you meet, right? You definitely haven’t developed any sort of feelings for him…right? Lol-  WRONG!

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Warnings: 🔞Mature Content ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Explicit Sexual Content, Cussing/Bad Language, Shameless Smut, Porn with a bit of plot, Some light choking, Sex, Enemies to Lovers if you squint, Size Difference, Overstimulation, A bit of fighting, A bit of fucking, Mild Spanking

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Okoye was right. M’Baku was an oaf; a big stupid musclebrained oaf- From the day that he came down from the Jabari Mountains to challenge T’Challa, to the day after the battle with Killmonger and the Border Tribe turncoats. As you’d come to tend to his wounds in the infirmary, he’d slowly looked you over and deemed you cute. It had to have been meant offensively because you had been glaring at him as you treated him for the minor cuts and bruising he had received. Your narrow-eyed glower of disapproval had only prompted a smirk from him before you went back to your task of stitching his shoulder.

“You can glare at me but you cannot speak your mind? What? Are you without your tongue?” He chuckled sarcastically.

Beside him, on the next bed, his lieutenant Kelechi and a few other Jabari warriors sounded off with low laughter as well. You always found it mildly aggravating how much they seemed to follow his lead in jokes without a single thought going on in their own heads.

You gave the Jabari leader a tight, forced smile. “I am not talking- Jabari-man- because I am trying to concentrate on my work so that you- and the rest of your coconut friends- can get back to the snowy mountains where you belong.”

“Ah, she speaks!” M’Baku crooned.

More laughter. Ugh.

“You need to work on your insults. Calling someone a coconut is hardly a good comeback.” He declared.

You rolled your eyes and spoke immediately without thinking, “I think that calling you a coconut is a perfectly valid insult considering your head is empty like one.”

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I don't know how you would do it but can you do a love triangle with Reader and Namor and Reader and M'baku. But she ultimately picks Namor and breaks M'baku's heart

BRUH

Summary: You had grown up with M'baku after his father had found you wandering the mountains as a child. Your ties were close until you met Namor at a party in the palace, a party that turned into a nightmare. Now you have a difficult decision to make.

ANGST so much angst. I'm so sorry

TW: MILD SA

"Must I really come to the palace, Baku?" You asked as you sparred with the newly crowned King on top of the snowy mountain.

M'baku dodged your swing and countered with ease. Neither of you were serious, just going through the paces as you caught up. You had been at one of the Wakandan out reach centers for the past year. M'baku had personally called for your return once he took over as King of Wakanda. Shuri held the title of Black Panther proudly but had no interest in the politics of it.

"You have seen little of the capital city in the past few years. I would like you to enjoy this time back home as if it were a vacation. I have missed your company. We could have used your strength recently with the recent events with Talokan," M'baku lunged at you but you were able to block and then jumped up using his knee as a step. You brought your leg up to kick towards his head but he grabbed your leg and threw you into the snow. You rolled with it and let out a laugh.

"Throw me again!" You attempted another flying kick and M'baku repeated the move, grabbed your leg, and threw you into the soft snow.

"Focus, y/n. I want you to come stay at the palace with me. It is the least you can do since you missed my coronation," M'baku helped you get up out of the snow. He towered over your short stature, but training with the Jabari since your childhood had gained you a similar stocky and muscular physique. You were thankful that at least your strong feminine genes kept you from being mistaken for a man.

"You're always going to be able to throw me around, Baku," You huffed and dusted off the snow.

"Yes that will never change. Now if you had true Jabari blood then maybe you would stand a chance. But alas, rather than giving me a true sister my father brought home a stray," M'baku joked as you both gathered your weapons and returned to the Jabari caves.

"You never let me forget how you would have preferred a brother to spar with. That didn't stop you from making me learn how to fight like a Jabari warrior though," You replied, reminiscing.

"Look at you now, one of our best and brightest. We had little hope for the runt that came to us but you proved to be an asset after all," M'baku led you back towards your rooms.

You stopped him with a hand to his forearm as you found your door, "I will forever be grateful for how you, your father, and the tribe have taken me in. I will always call Wakanda home, no matter how long I stay away. And you, Baku, will always be my family."

M'baku smiled down at you then pressed his forehead to yours, "Over 30 years since my father found a lone toddler on this mountain, and here she stands one of my closest friends. I know you are grateful, y/n, but so am I. So please, come down to the palace and stay for awhile. I have missed our conversations and I would like some company at the next celebration."

You pulled away and looked up at him, missing his warmth immediately, "What celebration? I thought your coronation had passed already. Don't tell me you've already found a Queen?"

M'baku laughed and pinched your cheek, "You think I would be able to choose a Queen without you finding out about it and meddling as you have done with every attempt at courting I've made since we were children?"

You swatted his hand away and rubbed your cheek, "You're right, any queen would have to pass my tests. So then what is the celebration for?"

"We are celebrating the completion of the peace treaty and alliance with Talokan. In two days time, K'uk'ulkan and his dignitaries will arrive for the celebration. He is a fierce warrior and a god amongst his people. Were it not for the Black Panther we may have fallen under his rule," M'baku explained.

"He killed the Queen mother? Why do we draw an alliance?" You wondered, politics and bureaucracy had never been a strength of yours.

"Because Wakanda and now Talokan are the targets of the greediest people in the world. We are the only two nations to control vibranium. I would rathe the Fish Man be an ally than an enemy. Plus he brings me exciting fruits and vegetables to try, a delight considering we Jabari are vegetarian unlike the other tribes," M'baku stated simply. You shook your head when he talked about the food.

"Are you sure we do not have to worry about him?" You asked a bit apprehensive.

"As long as we share the same side we have nothing to fear. Do not worry. I do think you will find him intriguing. He has wings on his ankles," M'baku said, trying to sooth your anxiety.

"Wings? Really?" You asked already curious.

"I will tell you more of what I know of their kind when you arrive at the palace tomorrow," M'baku opened your door, then wrapped one arm around you in an easy show of affection. He kissed your temple, "Now get some rest. And don't forget to bring your thinner clothes when you come down the mountain."

You hugged the large man as best you could then waved him off. You were intrigued but also happy. You fell back onto your bed, surrounding yourself with the familiar scents of the Jabari caves. Even hugging M'baku again felt like coming home. You had loved getting a chance to see the world while doing the out reach programs. Getting word of the brief war with Talokan and then M'baku's rise to the throne had been a twist you had not seen coming. Hopefully, that was the last twist of fate until your vacation was over.

It was a warm day and the city was lively. The news of the peace treaty and alliance had been announced the day before and the people were jubilant. You noticed some unfamiliar people with blue skin and water filled face masks helping rebuild some of the broken parts of the city. You realized they were from Talokan and M'baku must have negotiated their help in repairing damages from the altercation between nations.

~~~

You arrived at the palace and were swiftly shown your rooms. M'baku was dealing with some kingly matters which left you some free time to roam the city until dinner.

From your observations you could tell the people sent to help were normal merchants and carpenters. They seemed to get along with the people and the people with them. It was a relief to see that peace was readily accepted after all the damage. Enemy soldiers were usually the ones to hold on to prejudice while the civilians would embrace other innocents readily.

You felt reassured now. They were different but they were an equally hidden nation just protecting what they had. As you walked the streets of Wakanda a few of the older people greeted you, welcoming you back. You recognized a few as the main tradesmen with the Jabari tribe. You chit-chatted and caught up with some of them then decided to find some quiet by the river.

It was getting closer to dinner and you knew that M'baku would be waiting for you. He had been dying to regale you with the stories of the war with Talokan and Shuri successfully taking up the mantle of the Black Panther. But he had insisted that it must be enjoyed over food and drink.

You sat on the sand and absentmindedly played with some stray strands of grass that still grew as you watched the sun set on Wakanda. You did not notice the person watching you from their seat in a tree nearby. Namor looked upon you, wondering about your lighter complexion. Not too pale to not be of the region but not as dark as those that normally wore the crest of the Jabari tribe. He wondered what your connection to this land was.

He watched as you stood and made your way back towards the palace. With stealth that only great training could give, Namor followed you. When he realized your destination he stopped his reconnaissance. If you were staying in the palace then he would be likely to meet you tomorrow at the celebration. While he had been looking forward to the peaceful meeting of nations, now he had another thing to look forward to, uncovering the story behind the mysterious foreigner of the Jabari.

~~~

The celebration was underway. You had watched the royal procession in delight. Seeing the people you grew up with flaunting their culture and tradition happily brought warmth to your heart. When M'baku strode down the walk way, fully ensconced in Wakandan and Jabari regalia, he greeted his people before taking his seat at the table he would share with the King of Talokan. When that very man arrived it was a spectacle.

You had heard the servers and maids talking about how curious everyone was about the Talokanil King as he did not much resemble his people. You learned from the rumors that besides his winged feet, he was tan of skin and had pointed ears. When he walked the procession, first flanked by a giant man and a fierce woman, then on his own, you were speechless. He wore a large headdress that was feathered and serpentine, a nod to one of his titles. He was draped in gold and jewels that had the tell tale sheen of vibranium. K'uk'ulkan or Namor, as the Wakandans called him, was golden and strong looking. He was not large and intimidating physically like M'baku, but he exuded a ferocity and regality that was palpable.

You watched from afar, examining the mysterious leader as he approached the table where M'baku was waiting for him. You were fascinated by his wings, so small, and yet they gave him great speed according to your childhood friend. When the ruler relinquished his headdress you could finally get a look at his face. The stoicism melted away to be replaced by a genuine smile as he took M'baku's hand and shook it. He then opened his hands like a clam shell towards M'baku who returned the gesture. M'baku then crossed his arms over his chest and Namor returned the Wakandan symbol.

Cheers broke out as the two clasped hands and embraced each other. The true celebration was now underway. You were sat, not too far from the two leaders. You chatted amicably with some of the other tribal counsel members and eventually found your way to Shuri.

"Y/n," She greeted you with a tight embrace.

"Shuri, I am so sorry about your family. If you need anything, you know I will come running," You said as you returned the embrace.

She smiled sadly and nodded. But shook herself and refocused on the festivities, "M'baku told me you were coming to visit. I only just heard this morning or I would have bugged you to come to the lab and experiment with me like we used to."

"Soon, Shuri, you know I cannot stay here long but I had every intention of making time to catch up with you, Miss Black Panther," You bumped your shoulder against hers affectionately. You noticed her gaze was focused on the table that had the two leaders. They seemed to be having a lively conversation about fighting.

"What do you think of that man?" You asked.

"He is shrewd and cruel," Shuri sighed, "But also loves his people and land unconditionally. His methods were harsh but I cannot truly blame him for wanting to protect his people and home. We would do the same."

"You think this alliance will succeed?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"I do. As nations that hold the vibranium supply we have to stick together. While I defeated him, I also would not want to keep him as my enemy. I had thought I had crippled him when I tore off one of his wings, but as you can see it has heeled and regenerated. He is stronger than he looks," She admitted.

Your eyes gazed out at the two leaders once more, taking in what Shuri said. You did not notice her knowing smile as she watched you, "If he asked, would you stay?"

"What?" You were startled out of your thoughts.

"M'baku, if he asked you to stay here in Wakanda, by his side, would you?" Shuri asked, trying to read your expression.

You knew what she was implicating and you swallowed nervously, "He is like a brother to me, Princess,"

"But he is not your brother. He likes you. He will not admit it but you have a space in his heart and bring out softness in him that no one else can," Shuri said. She nudged you teasingly, "He's also King now and will be expected to take a Queen. He won't be on the market long. Even I have always found him to be rather attractive."

You felt your eye twitch slightly and looked at Shuri, "He can choose whatever Queen he wants but if she cannot defeat me in battle I won't approve of it."

"Right. Because a King needs the approval of his 'little sister' to take a woman into his bed, " Shuri laughed as your face turned red and you smacked her arm aghast.

Before you could reply you heard the voice of the King in question, "Y/N! Come here and meet K'uk'ulkan!"

You eyed Shuri and subtly threw up a rude gesture before you walked across the busy and loud room to the table on the dais. You smiled at anyone who looked at you, Wakandan or Talokanil. A part of you hated dressing up but when you did you owned the room. M'baku stood and greeted you with an arm around your waist affectionately.

You bowed slightly to the two of them and then reached your hand out to the Talokan King, "Y/N. I have heard you have many names, but what should I call you?"

Namor stood and eyed you, taking in your curves and how M'baku held you close to him. He took your hand and bowed over it, placing a chaste kiss at your knuckles. Namor hid his smirk, noticing how the Jabari leader clutched you a little tighter. "You may call me Namor. I prefer being called that by all surface dwellers. The King does what he wants, as you seem to know."

You chuckled at the small joke and met Namor's eye. He still had your fingers in his hand and you squeezed back in greeting, "It is wonderful to meet you, Namor. I have heard some amazing things about you."

M'baku gestured for someone to bring you a seat so you could join the two kings. You felt oddly on display, knowing that it was out of tradition to have you there. M'baku slung his arm across the back of your chair and began offering you some fruit that the Talokanil had brought for the festivities.

Namor was content to analyze the two of you. There was an easy affection and comfort there, but he noticed that you did not lean into the Wakandan King the way that he leaned toward you. In fact he had his whole body angled toward you and you were simply angled forward. He watched as M'baku teasingly tried to feed you some fruit and you insisted on taking it into your own hands.

"Am I in the presence of the future Queen of Wakanda? If it happens too soon after this celebration I will not be able to prepare an acceptable wedding present." Namor sipped his wine and watched for your reactions.

You blushed red and spoke a moment before M'baku could, "Oh no, no! We just grew up together. I could never be Queen. I love M'baku dearly as a sister loves her brother. Of course he will have to get my approval on whoever he does take as a queen."

Namor let you ramble on as he took in M'baku's reaction. The dark man had turned away and had removed his arm from around your chair. You may not have wanted to be Queen but it seems that the King had different thoughts. You asked Namor about his wings and why he looked different from the other Talokanil. Surprised by your curiosity and eagerness he started to tell you the story of Talokan.

Namor noticed that M'baku kept glancing at you as you listened intently to his explanations. The food was cleared as you peppered him with all manner of inquiries and curiosities. A dance floor appeared below the dais, free for guests to enjoy the music that started playing from a band off to the side of the lead table.

~~~

M'baku was a little annoyed that all your attention was on the Talokan King. But he let it pass. He knew you and your unfailing curiosity about new things could blind you to a snake if it were a foot from you. He tried not to be hurt by your vehement denial of ever seeing him as anything but a brother. But his ego was shot. A year away and he thought maybe his feelings would have disappeared, but they had come rushing back at the sight of you.

When the music started playing M'baku decided he would ask you to dance, once Namor stopped talking. But just as he was about to ask you, Namor stood.

The tanned god reached his palm out to you, "Grace me with a dance, preciosa."

You blushed but took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor, completely disregarding the King that was seated next to you. M'baku felt jealousy rushing through his veins, but a deep breath calmed him. It was a dance and you were free to dance with whoever you wished. The Jabari King unfortunately held no claim to you but he watched with a close eye that the Talokan King kept his hands to himself.

He did not notice Shuri and Okoye watching him watching Namor and you on the dance floor. M'baku called for another barrel of wine and continued to fill his glass as another song, and another song passed with you and Namor staying on the dance floor with the crowd.

Okoye looked at Shuri then back at the scene in front of them, "He still likes her doesn't he?"

Shuri nodded, biting her lip.

"But it looks like Namor likes her," Okoye let her eyes wander to the couple on the dance floor.

Shuri nodded again and glanced at the Dora Milaje soldier.

"My money is on Namor," Okoye said as she pulled a champagne glass off of a passing server.

"Okoye this is not a joke. You know how dangerous he is. She has no idea what she is is getting herself in the middle of," Shuri was vehement with her protests.

"Are you going to be the one to pull the love struck girl away from the equally love struck king? Because it won't be me," Okoye raised an eyebrow and sipped her glass.

Shuri looked on as M'baku continued to drink and you and Namor laughed and danced. "This is going to get messy, isn't it?"

"Oh it will be worse than any of those telenovelas you've been watching lately, but at least it will be entertaining," Okoye chuckled.

Shuri stuck her tongue out at Okoye who just handed her a glass of champagne and told her not to worry.

~~~

Namor held you innocently as you danced together. You had been asking more questions and playfully teasing him since the moment he asked you to dance. It was refreshing to have someone be so welcoming when people usually feared or revered him.

As you swayed to one of the slower songs, he felt it was his turn to ask you a question, "You are not like the other Jabari?"

She smiled and made a small snorting noise in amusement, "What do you mean? I'm not big and scary enough for you?"

"I don't doubt that you are a proficient fighter if you grew up with such a tribe," Namor reasoned,

"Yes, you're right. I am an honorary member of the Jabari. M'baku's father found me. I was young, barely older than a toddler when the plane crashed in the mountains. A mechanical failure is what they found to be the reason. I was the only survivor out of 10. Wakanda was still a fledgling country and little was done to find where I came from. Instead, they adopted me," You explained as you continued to sway to the music together.

"You were not here when Talokan attacked. I would have remembered you," Namor said as he spun you.

Once back in his arms you smiled up at him, "No I wasn't but what makes you think you would remember me?"

"I would not forget seeing such a beautiful woman," Namor whispered into your ear as he held you to him. You knew you were blushing when you met his gaze. You could vaguely hear the song ending and a new one beginning.

You heard someone call your name and whipped your head around to see Okoye and Shuri trying to help the King to his feet. You quickly took in the scene and realized that M'baku had drank several barrels of wine and was inebriated to the point of a near coma.

You immediately began to rush over but stopped and turned back to Namor and swiftly kissed his cheek, "Thank you for dancing with me and telling me all about Talokan. I hope I can see it one day."

You smiled at Namor and then made your way over to help the women move the lumbering King. Namor, for his part, was amused and also wondering how much danger this new alliance would be in if he took you to Talokan tonight.

~~~

"You big oaf. Who told you to drink that much, honestly?" You complained as you threw M'baku onto his bed with difficulty. "I can handle him from here. Thank you Shuri. Okoye."

Okoye left the room swiftly, her eyes already rolling at the careless display. Shuri lingered.

"I can take care of him, Shuri. Go enjoy the party," You insisted as you started to remove the fur vest from M'baku's slumbering body.

"Enjoy it like you were?" Shuri asked in an accusatory tone.

You did not look up, "If you have something to say then say it."

"While you may do as you please with M'baku's affections, I do not think it is wise to fraternize with Namor." She spoke plainly.

"Thank you for your input, but we were just dancing. You're right though, I will do as I please and then in a weeks time I will be back out on the field." You replied.

"Just be careful. I do not want anyone to get hurt. Namor is not a man to trifle with and neither is he," She gestured to M'baku who was dead to the world, snoring softly.

You looked at Shuri for a moment and sighed, "I cannot return his affections."

"Whose?"

"I don't know."

~~~

Namor had flown circles around the palace trying to figure out which room was yours to no avail. Frustrated he returned to the now waning party and found Namora.

"The Wakandans offer you a room in the palace, K'uk'ulkan. I can tell them you refuse," Namora informed him.

"No, tell them I will stay. Only for the night," Namor replied as he looked up at the palace.

"Attuma and I can also stay if you wish it?" Namora bowed, curious at what was distracting her king.

"No, you may go back to Talokan. I may bring a visitor tomorrow and you must prepare the caves for them," Namor commanded before a Wakandan soldier approached asking if he wanted to accept the offer of a room. He did not turn back to Namora and simply followed the soldier into the palace.

Once settled, late into the night, Namor decided to explore and hopefully find you. He had been up and down the wing he was assigned to. Not running into anyone but a door man or a maid. Weaving his way through the halls he ran into Shuri.

"Namor, what are you doing here?" She asked cautiously

"King M'baku, graciously offered me a room for the night. It seems I have lost my way," He tried to appease her.

"You are lost, this is the royal wing. Let me take you back to the visitors quarters," Shuri said as she walked past him and gestured for him to follow. Namor glanced down the hallway, trying to remember which one it was before he followed the Princess.

"I see you have healed well, I am glad," Namor addressed her after a moment.

"I say the same to you," Shuri replied, not looking at him.

"I think this alliance will benefit both countries, it will not be long before the Americans or someone else tries to attack us," Namor spoke again trying to engage the Princess.

She suddenly turned to him, "The alliance will hold for now but if you hurt her in any way we will be at war again."

"If you are speaking about Y/N then you should not worry Princess. I find her interesting and beautiful. What that means, only time will tell, but I have no intentions of harming a hair on her head," Namor replied.

"We should hope that M'baku doesn't try to harm you instead," Shuri mumbled as they reached Namor's quarters. She wished him well made her leave.

Namor waited to make sure Shuri was truly gone before he trekked back across the palace, sure he would find you this time.

~~~

You had finally made sure that M'baku wouldn't end up drowned in his own vomit or suffocated by any of his furs. You had brought him water and medicine that you gently encouraged him to take. His sleep was mostly restful and you were exhausted. You sat next to him on the bed and looked down at the King and his sleeping face.

You ran a finger down the side of his forehead, past his temple and to his cheek. Your friend had truly grown into a handsome and amazing man. Now he was a king, and you had the heart wrenching suspicion that he may have his sights on you to join him at his side. You loved him, truly. But romantically, it was harder to consider.

M'baku moaned in his sleep, startling you. He turned his large body over to lay on his other side and took you with him. You were half weighed down with the Jabari man, his leg slotted between yours and his shoulder pressing against your neck. A lesser woman may suffocate under the heft of the man but you had been wrestling with him since you could walk. You weren't scared, but you were very aware of your proximity.

TW

His thigh was pressed firmly between your legs and when he unconsciously bent at the knee, you let out a noise of surprise and alarm. M'baku's hand was palm down on your breast although he did not move it. You knew, if he were awake he would be as horrified as you. But he was sleeping. No, he was dreaming.

In his stupor he nuzzled your neck and began groping at your body. You could feel him rubbing up against your thigh and you didn't want to think about the large hump that was forming in his shorts. You tried to shake him, you called out to him but he did not wake. The King continued to rut against you, moaning and grunting into your ear as tears fell down your face.

You did not wish to embarrass him by having others witness his treacherous slumber but you knew if you let him go farther he would hate himself. "Help me! Please, Shuri! Okoye! Someone please help me!"

You screamed and struggled, hoping that it was someone who would be able to keep a secret. M'baku instinctively grabbed your arms and pinned you to the bed as he continued his sleep addled movements.

TW

~~~

Namor had only barely reached the royal wing when he heard your screams for help. Immediately his fighting instinct kicked in as he swiftly located the room where your screams were coming from. When he burst through the doors and saw the scene before him he let out a guttural roar.

From his vantage point, you were in tears as the great Jabari held you down and violated you. It snapped something in Namor and he flew up to the scene and threw the man back and into the wall with a loud crash. He did not pay M'baku any mind as he approached you in the bed and pulled you into his arms. You were weeping uncontrollably as you clung to the Talokan King.

Shuri and Okoye appeared at the same time and took in the scene. Okoye had her spear already pointed at Namor. M'baku was slowly coming to as Shuri approached him and spoke to Namor, "What the hell is going on here? Namor why did you attack him?"

Namor was furious but stood on the bed while holding you too him, "I was not attacking him I was removing him from Y/N! He was forcing himself on her, disgusting trash!"

Okoye gasped and looked over at M'baku then at you, "Y/N ? Is this true?"

You hiccupped, coming down from your panic, eyes red and bloodshot, clothes disheveled and hair a mess. There was a tear in your bodice where M'baku's ring had caught as Namor threw him. Taking in your appearance, Okoye turned her spear on the King.

"No, Okoye! Don't, he didn't mean to!" You spoke up, although your voice was brittle and you clung to Namor for support to keep you standing.

Shuri looked at you with shock in her eyes. M'baku groaned and she turned to him. Quickly checking his vitals with the kimoyo beads before she shook him, "M'baku! M'baku wake up and defend yourself. What have you done?"

Slowly the large man opened his eyes. Upon seeing you crying in the arms of the Talokan King he jerked awake and tried to stand, but vertigo claimed him immediately. He turned and vomited before he sat back against the wall, anger showing through his feelings of illness. "What is the meaning of this? Why am I being threatened in my own room?"

He stood and stared at you but you would not meet his eyes as you seemed to try to bury yourself into Namor's chest. "Y/N what happened? Why are you crying?"

No one answered, not knowing how to word the horrifying transgression that the King could not recall committing.

"Someone speak up now! Namor why the hell are you in the royal wing? Unhand her!" M'baku yelled, taking a step forward. Okoye pushed her spear closer to his neck in response and he paused, raising his hands.

Namor let his anger explode now, "If I had not been curious enough to seek her out who knows what you would have done! How dare you talk of alliance and companionship when you would force yourself upon someone who calls you brother!"

M'baku got as pale as a man like him could get. His mind was reeling as he tried to remember what happened. He had been drinking, watching the two dance. Recalling the voices of Shuri and Okoye before his mind went black. The feeling of his vest being removed and then the dream. His dream about taking you in his bed and giving into his desires. The King fell to his knees.

"No, I-I didn't. I wouldn't. Y/N I'm sorry I was not myself. I would never do that to you. Okoye, Shuri you must believe me," M'baku pleaded, looking manic as he tried to explain and understand.

"Namor, take her away. Where ever she wants to go. We will get to the bottom of this but she shouldn't be here," Okoye was the one who made the command. She glanced at the god and he lifted you into his arms. He looked to Shuri and she nodded in agreement.

"Wait, no! Why are you letting him take her?" M'baku growled, getting up but Okoye growled back.

Namor held you in his arms but knew you too were watching the scene. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I can take you to Talokan. Not forever. For as long as you need. You should not be around him while they bring him to justice."

You watched the scene, almost regretting calling for help, but a single glance at the bed made you shiver. You knew it wasn't his fault, but you weren't sure you would be able to separate him from the feeling of violation. Not yet. "Take me to Talokan, Namor, please."

Namor rose in the air catching the attention of the three Wakandans in the room, "She has asked me to take her to Talokan. Send word of what we will do about this. The alliance can remain if he is removed from his station or you give me good enough reason why he should stay."

With those parting words, Namor flew through the palace and headed to the sea with you clinging to him.

~~~

It took three days in the realm of Talokan before word was received from Wakanda. In that time you had recovered, mostly.

You had nightmares the first night, and Namor had insisted on being within yelling distance. He had comforted you through them, showing you a tenderness you would not have believed he possessed had you not witnessed it yourself. Maybe it was because Namor was the one to come to your rescue that night, but you did not mind his affectionate touches and embraces.

On the second day he showed you Talokan. You were not prepared for the beauty of it. The advancement of their society and the different ways they used vibranium were eye opening. They were already in development of a more 'flattering' suit for surface dwellers to wear when they visited. Namor toured you around the caves and showed off his paintings. He told you the history of his people and what happened to their ancestors on land. You empathized with his hatred for the colonizers that had ravaged his mother's homeland.

The day was a welcome reprieve from the pain you had been reeling in. You allowed your curiosity and love of knowledge take over and for a moment you could imagine that that night had not happened. That you had danced with Namor until you were too tired to dance anymore. That he eventually invited you to Talokan for a day and flirted with you with his charming smiles and boyish glances.

On the third day he finally asked you what had truly happened that night. You had hesitated at first, but knew that you needed to speak. You did not want Namor to hate M'baku for what had happened. You did not want him to think the worst of your treasured friends. The recollections of the night were harrowing to describe but you did it anyway.

"I couldn't push him off. The bed didn't give me much leverage and with his armor he was heavier than normal. I didn't want anyone to see him like that but he started to touch me. He wasn't awake, I swear on Hanuman he wasn't. Baku was dreaming and was acting it out in real life. But I-I hated it so I started screaming. That's when you came, Namor." You finished your retelling and gazed into the middle distance.

Namor sat in silence mulling over everything you told him. He believed you when you said M'baku did not know what he was doing. The Wakandan King had been far to caring and adoring of you at the celebration. Your shared history and his affection would not have let him defile you or his honor that way. But that did not negate the fact that you were still violated. "Do you wish to go back?"

You paused and then nodded, "But only once they send word. I am worried about how I will react when I see him again. He is my family but things have changed. Baku wants me to be his queen."

Namor raised an eyebrow at your admission.

"He hasn't said it explicitly, but I know. I have a feeling. I left to work the Wakandan Outreach because I could feel him changing how he treated me. Baku became more affectionate, protective, even jealous," You looked down and examined your hands, a small distraction, "I wish I could return his feelings. Things would be so much easier. Maybe this wouldn't have happened."

You were crying again and Namor pulled you into his arms, a habit that had formed since he had taken you home with him. He wiped your tears with his hands cupping your cheeks gently, "It is not your fault that you do not harbor feelings for him, we cannot choose who we fall for."

You looked into Namor's warm gaze and felt such comfort that you leaned into his touch. "What will happen to him?"

"That is for you and your people to decide. You should write down what happened from your perspective and I will have Attuma take it to the palace. It may not completely absolve him, but it may save him from that woman's spear," Namor said. He hesitated then planted a chaste kiss on your forehead. When he pulled away he met your eyes, "Come, the letter must reach them before nightfall."

~~~

You walked with Namor holding your hand at the crook of his arm as you were led to the council chambers. Your hands were sweating in anticipation. The whole council would be there and of course so would the King, you weren't sure in what capacity though.

The doors opened and Namor led you inside. Two Dora Milaje shut the doors behind you. Your eyes found M'baku's immediately, and you suppressed a shiver. He looked the way you felt, completely exhausted and heartbroken. Everyone in the room remained silent as you stepped forward. Namor relinquished his hold on your hand but stood at the ready incase anything happened.

You approached M'baku, who remained seated, as if he were consciously making an effort to appear lower than you. There were tears in his eyes as you slowly raised your hand and cupped his face. A single tear spilled as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You nodded before stepping back to your place next to Namor. You looked up and dabbed at the tears that had formed before you addressed the room, "What has been decided?"

Shuri stood, "M'baku of the Jabari tribe will remain Kind of Wakanda. Your testimony on his behalf absolved him of criminal persecution."

You breathed a sigh of relief, gripping Namor's arm for support. But there was still suspense in the room. M'baku was looking at a point on the floor.

Another council member stood and spoke, "The King however crossed boundaries with you and the council believes it is in the interest of both your honors that you marry before the month ends."

"No! I refuse! Baku what is this nonsense?" You rushed to stand before him, "You didn't do anything! My honor is in tact, they cannot do this to us."

He took your face in his hands making you flinch, "This could work, Y/N. I need a Queen, and you know I love you."

You tore your face away from him, "I am sorry, Baku, but I can't. I can't love you the way you love me. Especially not after what happened."

Another council member stood, "Y/N you must understand what this will look like. Everyone saw him take you to the table that night. There were already speculations of him taking you as his Queen. A maid has already let word out that someone was caught in a compromising position in the palace that night."

Shuri spoke up, "It is something to consider. Just give it time, Y/N."

Other council members spoke in support of the marriage, sighting your long relationship and your familiarity. It would solidify a new royal family and would bring an heir to the throne in due time. Your blood ran cold as they described your future as if it were the plot to a novel.

"If you wish for the alliance with Talokan to end before it truly starts you will force this marriage, but if you want to maintain it then I have an alternate solution," Namor spoke up, his voice cutting through the cacophony of voices. You turned to him with a hopeful look on your face that dropped when he spoke, "We can strengthen the alliance with a marriage of opportunity. I will take Y/N to be my Queen."

The council members were up in arms at the declaration. You looked between M'baku and Namor, torn. You would be a Queen at the end of it, no matter what.

Okoye finally spoke, "I know I am not in the position to interrupt, but there has also been talk in town about sightings of Namor running off with a Wakandan woman that night. It would not be so far fetched to have them announce a betrothal."

Silence reigned once more. You rung your hands as you considered your options. You would have to accept your lot in life, one that others would have prayed to be in. But here you were, wishing things were different.

M'baku stood and approached you, "It is your choice Y/N. I know you had not aimed to be a wife, let alone a queen."

You looked around you at all the expectant faces. Your eyes met Namor's and he softened as you gazed at him. You could be happy with him, these last few days had shown you that. But you didn't know him. He was still a mystery. You looked back at M'baku and felt your heart ache. The boy you grew up with was now a man hoping to make you his wife. But every look he gave you reminded you of that night and you hated it.

"Baku," You stepped towards him and took his hand, tears rolling down your face as you went back and forth in your mind over the agonizing decision, "You're going to be an amazing King."

He nodded and squeezed your fingers gently. Then you let go and backed up, turned to Namor and took his hand. "K'uk'ulkan, Namor, King of Talokan and the feathered serpent god,"

Namor could tell you were struggling. He cupped your cheek with his other hand and pressed his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes and relished the act of comfort. Namor's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, "Will you come to my side, forge this alliance across bloodlines, and be the Queen of Talokan?"

You did not open your eyes as you nodded and pressed your lips to his. Namor did not take more from you than a chaste kiss, instead embracing you fully and whispering in your ear that he would take care of you. A somber silence filled the room. You heard M'baku as he sat heavily on his throne.

"Then it is settled." One of the council members said, cutting through the tension with a sharp knife.

"A joint wedding will be announced to strengthen the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda. The transgressions leading up to this moment will not be spoken of again," M'baku finalized the decision, his voice empty and monotone.

Namor lifted his head and looked at the broken Wakandan King. He could only nod in acknowledgement as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you back through the doors. As you walked together through the palace your tears abated and you sniffled softly. You felt Namor come to a stop in front of one of the open courtyards and look down at you.

He held your hands in his and sighed. "This is not how I thought our courtship would go."

A small smile lifted the corners of your lips, "Y-you have thought about our courtship?"

"Your third night in Talokan, I was already planning for what gift I would have made for you first." Namor rubbed his thumbs comfortingly against your hands.

"Are you so sure that I would have accepted your courtship?" You asked, allowing your shoulder to ease in the warmth of the sun.

"No. But you must have felt an affection for me too, in this short time, for you to have chosen me over a life long friend," Namor said, bringing you out of your teasing mood.

"I just couldn't after what happened," You rushed to defend your choice.

Namor kissed your forehead and then your temple as he embraced you. You sank into his embrace with ease. "Shh, you do not need to explain your choice to me, in reina. But I will make sure that your time with me is full of love and caring. I will not keep you from your home country or your friends. And I will try to heal you enough that when you see the King again, you will not tremble."

"Thank you, Namor, for everything," You kissed his cheek tentatively. "I know that I can love you. It will not be long. I promise."

"I know."

~~~

M'baku sat in the empty throne room feeling like he had lost a part of his soul. He did not wipe the tears that fell from his eyes. Nor did he greet Shuri when she approached him.

"She will be happy in time, M'baku," She reassured him, sitting on the armrest of the throne, rubbing circles into his back lightly.

"I never ever wished to harm her," M'baku admitted, his voice cracking as a sob forced its way up his throat.

"I know. She knows that too. Give it time. Time will heal everything," Shuri said as the great Jabari warrior finally sobbed into his hands, releasing his feelings of loss and shame into the empty room.

Below, Namor was leading you back to the sea already discussing the upcoming wedding. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned into him, taking solace in your choice praying to all the gods that it was the right one.

...

AND THERE WE GO. Im not crying. you are.

If yall don't leave me comments on this one I'm flipping a chair.

PART TWO

#namor #namor x oc #namor x reader #namorfanfic #namorslutfanfiction #m'baku #mbaku x reader #mbaku #mbaku fanfic #Angst #SA

[livstarlight]

First UN meeting where Wakanda and Talokan show up as a united front and Shuri and Namor are both attending

Shuri:

Namor: *horny jail*

(M'Baku is there to actually listen but he is also a fan of the drama)

#namor is like: what was i supposed to do #threatening white people #growl at the spanish #but in his mind it's all a shuri shuri shuri #shuri: you are awfully quiet #namor: just thinking about drowning colonizers #m'baku: -.- #you guys ain't slick #namor x shuri #namuri #nashuri #seaprincess #black panther #wakanda forever #mcu #incorrect black panther quotes #fanfic aus

[mickimomo]

Late Night Thoughts with a Sleep Deprived Attoye Chef

Attuma's Indecent Exposure Citation

@umber-cinders birthed this idea. I just wrote it. 🤣

This is what I'm seeing:

M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows as he settled down on the throne. He recalled coming to an agreement with everyone that he wouldn't be holding any more meetings after the last one they had discussing the plans for Shuri's coronation ceremony.

The council, however, had called an emergency meeting.

Something about indecent exposure of a talokanil warrior and mortified people at a restaurant in the capital of Wakanda.

It only took him ten seconds to realize it had something to do with:

A. Okoye

because she was avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Okoye was the legendary bald-headed demon of Wakanda. She did not cower before anyone.

and

B. Attuma

because if Okoye was acting odd. It probably had something to do with her talokanil warrior.

And if he had to make a wild guess, it probably had to do with the dinner he had attended a few days ago.

"Glory to Hanuman." He grunted as he pinched the bridge of his nose as everyone stood and sat in their respective spots. "Why am I looking at you all while sitting on this throne?" He frowned. "Did you all forget that Shuri should be here and I should be sitting with the uptight people? Was that not our goal for our next meeting?"

Zawavari wrinkled her nose. "We would not be here if there were not reports of a certain blue man pummeling one of Wakanda's greatest disappointments into a table."

Attuma launched his axe at the council woman, intentionally missing her person by two centimeters before it got stuck in the floor.

The entire room was silent as they looked at the warrior in shock.

"I apologize. My axe fell." He feigned a smile before moving forward to retrieve it. Namor grunted something, forcing him to remain by his side.

"Fell!?" Zawavari snapped. "It flew!" She screamed. "He just tried to kill me!"

"Perhaps we should discuss this matter without referring to Okoye as a disappointment." M'Baku offered. "The people of Talokan tend to get violent when it comes to defending their lover's honor."

"She does not have honor!"

"And that axe did not kill you." He warned her.

Zawavari opened her mouth in shock before clenching her hands into tight fists. "He was pummeling Okoye into a table!" She snapped.

"Pummeling?"

"My king." She frowned.

"Pummeling implies fighting." He kissed his teeth. "Am I supposed to punish the shark man for sparring with his midnight angel?"

M'Kathu clicked his tongue. "That big blue man-" he pointed at Attuma. "-was being intimate with my niece."

M'Baku furrowed his eyebrows. "Define intimate."

"My king!" Zawavari cried out again.

"Intimate could be kissing and holding hands. Am I supposed to lock them up for being a couple?"

Aj K'uk'ulkan hid his smile behind his hand at the king's teasing.

Zawavari took a deep breath. "My king, I am trying to hold a proper discussion."

"Well, the properness is not making things clear."

She narrowed her eyes. "That blue man had sex with Okoye on a table at a local restaurant."

M'Baku tilted his head. "Is that so?"

"Yes, my king."

"And what do you suggest I do to punish them?"

"We would like to request that blue man be given a citation for indecent exposure."

"And what will a piece of paper do? Mm?" He arched a brow before looking to Namor. "Are you scared of paper?"

"No." He chuckled.

"The King of Talokan said no."

"Then kick him out!" The head of the River Tribe huffed. "I have been rather quiet about my opinion on the shark warrior, but this is too much!" He straightened up in his seat. "If we let him get away this, others will start. People who are eating and drinking do not want to see them in this manner!"

M'Baku rubbed his temples before looking at Namor.

He arched a brow.

The god king only shrugged.

He looked at Okoye.

"Did you actively participate in this?"

"Please don't make me speak on this matter."

"Ah?" He arched a brow. "Then you will be punished too."

"I will accept whatever punishment you give."

"Alright." He hummed. "I will banish Attuma of Talokan and Okoye of Wakanda from Wakanda for a week to atone for this crime. They will also be expected to apologize to the owners of the restaurant and assist with repairing any damages they may have caused." He looked to the council. "Does that sound good?"

They all nodded in consensus.

"Alright. The decision has been made. Can I end this meeting?"

Everyone nodded.

"Alright. Meeting adjourned-"

"-Aht. Aht!" Zawavari bolted up. "If they are both banished from Wakanda. They will be together!"

"Whatever happens outside of Wakanda is not of my concern." M'Baku waved off the woman before getting up.

"My king!" She scowled.

"It is outside my jurisdiction-o! Do not pester me!" He grunted. "I am tired."

Aneka and Oni looked at each other before exchanging a handshake and whisper.

"They about to be in Talokan hitting it back to back to- OW!" Aneka whined as Okoye smacked her over the head. "What was that for!"

She gave her a knowing look before walking away with a huff.

She was pissed, but relieved to have gotten off with such a light punishment.

Attuma wasn't going to get any affection during their punishment, and he knew it.

It was only fair since he had gotten her in trouble.

He could only help that after everything was over and they had completed their punishment, she'd be extremely needy for his touch.

After all, distance made the heart grow fonder.

And scene.

I kept it sweet, simple, and short.

But y'all. I'm getting kinda feral about that crack ship I was talking about the other day. 👀 I was trying not to let it show between the two kings. But I'm struggling. 🫣 Might have to write something.

#the sun and the sky au #okoye x attuma #attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye #attuma #mickimomo #okottuma #okoye x attuma fanfic #attuma x okoye fanfic #oni daughter of zuri #black panther oc #m'baku #namor #late night hours with the queen of smiles #aneka #the council is tired of Attuma

[mermaidchansons]

Warm Colors: Chapter 9 (FINAL)

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: Oshun celebrates her 32nd birthday. M’Baku gets some choice words from T’Challa that make him rethink his last conversation with the love of his life. 

Words: 3500+

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is it. The final chapter, y’all! Thank you so much to those who read and re-read this story, even throughout my absence from writing during the lockdown. I have fallen in love with these characters over and over again. I really enjoyed growing with this story as a writer and a sad little slut. Love y’all.

Translations: Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto(you don’t want to repeat that), Intloko (chief), sthandwa (my love), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life), Ikumkani wam (my queen)

Chapter 9

“Hey, Google, play It Gets Better by The Internet.”

The Google home blared music throughout the studio loft as Oshun shuffled to her couch in her brown teddy bear slippers. Plopping down next to her little brown kitten, Curry, she scrolled through her emails and opened one titled ‘Gallery: Final Decisions’. 

Here are the final prints, they’ll be put up this morning before the event tonight. You should be proud of yourself, Oshun. These look amazing. See you tonight!

P.S. Happy birthday, lovely.

Colored prints of her paintings were attached to the body of the message, along with some black and white photos from her film camera. In one of them, a wide gap-toothed smile rests on a man's face; his onyx skin contrasted against the white silk sheets beneath him; his strong hands gripping the thighs of the person sitting atop him, capturing the photo.

This was the first time Oshun had looked at these photos since she found the film canister in an unpacked duffle bag in the back of her closet. After she had returned from St. Lucia, she buried herself in her work. That was the only path she could handle to move forward. Six months can pass so quickly when you bury yourself in the sand. Finishing commissions left and right, and even catching the interest of a famous singer that wanted to use her artwork as inspiration for an album. As time rushed by, Oshun had become a rising star with her art being reposted and purchased by household names. 

“I’m heading out, baby. I’ll see you at your birthday dinner.” 

But the success of her art could not keep the loneliness from gnawing at her heart. So she backslid, hard. She ran into Yemoya while touring galleries to premiere her art. Yemoya ran the exact gallery that she had set her sights on and they hit it off once again but with more grounding. Yemoya was already in an established relationship but both she and her girlfriend Sage were interested in Oshun. And Oshun was fine with coming and going as she pleased. Their unofficial throuple worked; for now. 

“Alright, please tell Ye to keep it minimal at the gallery. You know how she gets,” Oshun said, leaning her head back against the couch. 

“Hey, I know Ye and I weren’t exactly what you were planning for but thank you for letting us hold place in your life. You’re such a gem, O.”

Oshun stared oddly at Sage, trying to read between the lines of her mystery-laced words. Sage was always more poetic while Yemoya was a bit blunter and to the point. But sometimes, she couldn’t quite place what Sage was trying to say. Or what she was hiding.

“Uh, thank you? Should I be worried?” 

Sage chuckled and leaned down to peck her lips before heading out the door.

“Bye!”

Oshun, more confused than before, continued to scroll through the remaining attachments in the email before locking her phone and throwing it aside. Curry waltzed over and curled up in Oshun’s lap, eliciting an ‘awe, sweet baby’ from her lips. This was all she needed; her cat, a fling with a couple of women, and her first gallery event. But every time she looked at those damn photos, she began to wonder… was this all she needed?

Golden City, Wakanda

Two days prior

“Thank you for your time, this concludes our meeting for today.” 

M’Baku watched the tribal elders walk out of the throne room, chatting about their new exploits and local gossip. He was leaned to the side with his chin in his hand as his mind rested for the first time in weeks. Training new warriors was extensive, collaborating with T’Challa on field missions was tiring, and getting his stubborn people acquainted with the new tech that Shuri invented was anything but a walk in the park. Once the meeting had ended, he felt no need to race back to the mountains that he called home. He just needed to rest. Besides, running back to an empty bed would only cause him more anguish. 

“Lord M’Baku, I am surprised. Most times you would have been the first elder to leave. What keeps you,” T’Challa chuckled, taking a seat in front of M’Baku. 

“I am simply resting my mind before my trek. Is that a crime?”

“Not in this country, at least. But normally you’d be rushing to see who you called ‘the divine feminine’.”

“That is in the past,” M’Baku said matter-of-factly. 

“In the past? And why is that?”

M’Baku sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his head. He had no interest in opening old wounds and pouring out his heart anywhere, especially not in the Golden City. He had hidden away all thoughts of her. If there was one thing his father had taught him before he left this plane of existence, it was that there is no use in dwelling on matters of the heart. A leader only looks to the past for lessons to avoid future mistakes. 

“It is simple, really. My council did not approve of our courtship so I cut it off. Now if you’ll excuse me, King.”

M’Baku stood and swiftly headed to the doors of the throne room.

“You are many things, Lord M’Baku, but I never pegged you to be a coward,” T’Challa accused, his words stinging the Great Gorilla’s pride. M’Baku stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at the King, tightening his hold around his birchwood staff. 

“Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto.”

“You would have me believe that your decision was not made out of cowardice?” 

“T’Challa you try my patience,” M’Bkau grunted, turning to face him, “You may be King but-”

“But what? All this talk for me and yet you probably didn’t object to your council. What else can you call that if not cowardice?” 

“You cannot talk as if you were there. I made a decision for my people and she made hers. What more is there to do?”

“You could fight for her. If this American woman is who your heart has chosen, how can you deny it?” 

M’Baku walked back over to T’Challa and took his seat once again. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. His mind was moving a mile a minute as he repeated the words in his mind. Even if his heart had chosen her, how could he move forward now?

“Hear me when I say this, Your people need to step into the future and embrace those that we have forgotten, those we have abandoned. You need to make it right. If not for her, then for yourself,” T’Challa said with conviction, before walking away. 

M’Baku rolled his eyes as he watched the king saunter away as if he had won their fight all over again. The king stopped in his tracks right as he was exiting. Holding the door with one hand, he turned back to M’Baku with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

“Inform me when you return from your trip. I would love to meet this elusive woman who has softened you.” 

Ifechi and Akunna walked into the birch-laden throne room to see M’Bele and Zoya standing on either side of a sitting M’Baku. He was dressed in civilian clothing which was a rarer sight these days.

“Lord M’Baku, what is the urgent matter you wanted to discuss? Are we to be under attack,” Lady Ifechi questioned. 

“I have an announcement to make. I am leaving tonight to go retrieve my bride and future chieftess in Los Angeles. I will be bringing her back to Jabariland to meet the people. Please prepare the ceremonial rituals.” 

“Intloko, I must protest. The people will not-”

“MY people,” M’Baku said, cutting Ifechi off, “will come to know and love their new chieftess.” 

Lady Ifechi balled up her fists and hit Akunna’s shoulder, signaling for him to step in and say something, anything. 

“Lord M’Baku,” Akunna stuttered, clearing his throat, “you cannot just take her as a wife. We discussed some time ago why…”

Akunna’s speech trailed off as he watched M’Baku swiftly approach and stop just short of his feet. The chief was at least a foot taller than him and Akunna didn’t dare meet his eyes. 

“Did you think I was asking permission? You two may be my council members, yes, but moving forward you will have no say in my personal matters. Is that clear?” M’Baku’s loud commands rang in Akunna’s ears and he simply nodded in silence. M’Baku looked sternly at his two council members and puffed out his chest in preparation.

“I can no longer enable this ignorance. We must welcome the lost tribe with open arms, they have suffered as Wakanda has sat on the sidelines. If you two are not willing to change your way of thinking and follow me into the future, then you will find no place on this council.

I have denied myself love and comfort as I thought that sacrifice was the key to being a great leader. No longer.” 

The council members nodded their heads once more and M’Baku grunted in agreement. He turned away from them, walking back to his throne and taking his seat once more. 

“You may leave. M’Bele will act as chief until I return.”

And with the finality of his commands still buzzing in his chest, the chief of Jabariland smirked as he watched Akunna and Ifechi make a quick exit. 

Downtown Los Angeles

leaving the gallery

Oshun walked out of the bathroom after changing into a completely different outfit than the one she wore whilst working the crowd at her first gallery show. Networking and being introduced to person after person was too much to do in heels. She had kept it casual with a color-blocked boilersuit and chucks. But now that they were headed out to her birthday dinner? She was going all out. Black mesh see-through jumpsuit with a black wrap dress and just enough cleavage on display. She tippy-toed in her chunky black boots to readjust her golden jewelry in the funky mirror on the wall. Her fingers brushed against the long hanging golden cowrie shell necklace that lay between her breasts and she groaned loudly; stomping her foot like a child. Oshun just wanted to not think about him for one night. It was supposed to be a happy night, celebrating her 32nd trip around the sun with friends and lovers and food, divine, delicious food! She thought briefly about taking it off; even throwing it away. But she could never bring herself to do it.

“O, come on, we gone be late, girl,” she heard Megan yell from around the corner. Oshun skipped over to meet her and wrapped her arm around Megan’s. Trying to put her mind on pause, she rested her head on her tall friend’s arm.

“Sorry, I know I’m running on cp time. Thanks for planning this.” 

“Well, there'll be a few surprises at dinner so, don’t thank me just yet,” Megan noted, mumbling at the end of her sentence. 

“What kind of-”

“No time to talk, the car’s here!”

Megan rushed her out of the gallery and into a black SUV where Shellee was already seated in the back. The drive to Baltaire was as busy as it could be, but then again that was Los Angeles. Native Angelenos will leave a half hour early for an event and still resort to checking directions on Maps just to see how much traffic they’d be in. The freeway was bumper to bumper, but Oshun didn’t mind. She was too busy listening to her friends squabble over which male actor was sexier. 

“I can’t help but look at him and think, I just know it’s big. It’s heavy,” Megan almost moaned, fanning herself as Shellee and Oshun laughed at her. 

Once the SUV pulled up to the restaurant, the valet opened the door and helped the three of them out. They headed inside and met up with the rest of their party that was waiting with balloons and presents next to the concierge. 

Baltaire was a chic steakhouse in the heart of Los Angeles that Oshun was introduced to when she sold a painting to her first high-income client. The lighting was low enough to provide a relaxed ambiance but light enough for you to see your food. Their dining room and bar were elegantly decorated. Black leather chairs surrounded each of the white linen-clad tables on the inside portion, while the outdoor area was surrounded by reclaimed wood and large potted plants. The clinking and clanking of glasses and pots and pans drew attention to their kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a view into the inner sanctum; one couldn’t help but stare at the chefs and line cooks as they ebbed and flowed from one station to another. 

This night, however, was such a special occasion that Shellee and Megan booked the private Juniper room for Oshun’s birthday dinner. And after everyone had filed in after the concierge, the curtains were closed and Oshun sat at the head of the table. She slouched back in her chair and threw her hands in the air.

“Oh bitch, this is opulence!” 

Two hours into the celebration, empty plates had already been cleared and Oshun was opening prettily wrapped boxes from the small pile of presents that had accumulated in the corner of the room. Just as Oshun was about to thank her friend for the gift, Megan stood up and made her way out.

“Meg, where are you-”

“I’ll be right back!”

Oshun went on opening her next gift and only lifted her head at the sound of the door closing. She looked up to see Megan, who she expected. The person next to her, however, was the last person she expected to walk through that door. 

“M-M’Baku?”

There he was. The sole reason for all her torment; all the countless nights she spent crying herself to sleep. Between the endless tears and her ever-growing need to utilize her art as an outlet for everything she was feeling, Oshun partially felt like she should be thanking M’Baku. Her heartbreak had brought inspiration out of her that she had been searching for since that fateful day in DC. Yes, she wanted to thank him; and then ask him to leave. 

“Megan, what the fuck is going on?”

Oshun’s breathing became uneven as her eyes darted between the two of them. It was as if no time had passed. He was still gorgeous and ever regal. With an all-black long-sleeve sweater that hugged his biceps and a gold chain gleaming against his chest, it was easy to see why everyone in the room was now giving him the eye. Oshun looked toward Sage and Yemoya in apology but their faces had a knowing look.

“It’s alright, O. Don’t freak out,” Sage said in hushed tones while Yemoya nodded. Oshun looked back to the culprits at hand with her palm laying on her abdomen. Nausea had descended upon her and she knew the only remedy would be an explanation. And someone had better start talking soon.

“Oshun, come speak with me for a moment. I won’t keep you long,” M’Baku practically pleaded. 

And as if his command was wired into her body, she stood and walked over to him. Everyone watched her silently with small smiles on their faces and Oshun rolled her eyes. 

“We need to have a conversation about boundaries,” Oshun chided Meg, before walking out behind the man that just rerouted the course of her birthday night.

She followed M’Baku over to the bar and took a seat next to him. The bartender came over to offer drinks and she declined, saying they wouldn’t be there long. Once they were alone, M’Baku reached forward and touched the golden cowrie shell hanging from her necklace. She watched as he rubbed his thumb over the charm and gulped. Her stomach was beginning to knot and she cursed herself; she knew it wasn’t because of the food. The back of his hand had brushed against her chest and she suddenly wanted to be in his arms. To think that her body would react to the slightest touch from him, it was as if she had been starved of human interaction for years. But no, it was just him.

“You’re still wearing it,” he mumbled. Oshun softly pushed his hand away and avoided meeting his eyes.

“M’Baku, you can’t just show up and blow up the spot. Regardless of whatever sneaky plan Megan came up with. You can’t just pop up.”

“You look beautiful as always, sthandwa. I heard the gallery show was a success.” 

“No, we’re not doing this. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I will speak plainly,” M’Baku said, resting a strong hand on her mesh-covered thigh, “I want you.”

Oshun went to move his hand off of her thigh but he held her hand in place, tenderly rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of her knuckles. 

“M’Baku, please don’t. Don’t say that like you mean it.” 

“I have spent months in cowardice, longing for you. Praying to Hanuman and asking for them to take away my memories of you. The pain that I alone caused was too much to bear. I cannot erase those mistakes, thixokazi wam, but I can move forward with purpose. With you.”

Oshun’s vision had begun to get blurry. Her eyes had gotten misty watching the chief lay out his emotions. Of all the things that could happen today, she didn’t expect the greatest love of her life, the one that got away, to be pouring his heart out to her in the middle of a steakhouse on San Vicente. She watched M’Baku stand from his seat and kneel in front of her. 

“Oshun, ukukhanya kobomi bam, I would love nothing more than to take you to Jabariland for you to meet my people and become my wife.”

She gently pushed his shoulder, praying that he would get up. A tear or two had quickly become a river, streaming down her face. M’Baku held her hands to his mouth and peppered kisses along her hands.

“M’Baku you can’t just ask me that, after all this time. I can’t just- I won’t go where I’m not wanted. I can’t do that,” she cried softly, speaking in hushed tones so as not to bring any more attention to them. 

“You are wanted. My people welcome you with open arms, they have no choice but to.”

“But still, Baku you’re a whole chief. I’m just me. Think of your people-”

“I have thought of my people and only my people since I sat on the throne at the age of 19.  Now I am thinking of myself. Ikumkani wam, I cannot rest another night without you by my side,” he cooed, pulling a box from his pocket and setting it on the bar beside them.

She looked over to the now open door of her private dining room to see all her friends and lovers watching. Their smiling faces were mouthing encouragement and Oshun shook her head. She didn’t want to look at either her friends or the man professing his love on one knee in front of her. She wanted to run.

“I can’t.”

In the time between the island and now, Oshun’s only coping mechanism was to blame herself for why it couldn’t work out with M’Baku. That was always her M.O. That was the only way she could control the trajectory of her pain, through blame. Then she could siphon off how much pain she needed to beat into herself with each passing day. Her mind had told her that she was not deserving and she believed it. And yet, the chief of a tribe was on his knees disrupting that thinking process and begging her to be his wife. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this kind of love, M’Baku. I can’t be.”

“You are more than deserving, Oshun and I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you. The question is, sthandwa, will you let me? Hmm?”

Oshun finally let herself do what she could not since he walked through the door of the Juniper room and blew her life wide open. She met his eyes and saw so much warmth and love in them. Honest and pleading eyes looked back at her and she knew this was it. How could she continue to cut off access to her heart when his heart was bleeding for her? A sigh escaped Oshun’s mouth as all the pain she had been holding onto left her body. She nodded her head and chuckled through sobs as she heard Megan yell ‘yes’. M’Baku stood up once again and held Oshun’s tear-streaked face between his large hands. 

“Ndiyakuthanda, thixokazi wam,” he whispered before taking her bottom lip between his. Clapping erupted through the restaurant as he pecked from her lips to her chin and cheeks. 

“I love you. I love you, I love you,” Oshun repeated. 

Once all the excitement died down, Oshun sat with M’Baku at the bar, wearing her new ring. 

“So does this make me a chieftess?”

“It does,” M’Baku chuckled. 

“What do we do now?”

“I’m taking you home with me, sthandwa.”

THE END

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[theeblackmedusa]

because the world needs more sub!m'baku...

#m'baku #black panther #wakanda forever #winston duke #marvel #mcu #m'baku x reader #m'baku x black!reader #m'baku smut #m'baku x black reader #fanfic #fanfiction #theeblackmedusa

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Upcoming Fic Ideas!!!

1. Five times Attuma watched stalked Okoye and the one time she called him out

2. Shuri proposes a marriage between M'Baku and Namor to ally Wakanda and Talokan.

3. Riri meets Peter Parker and they discuss science

4. T'Challa's spirit makes peace with his family and makes fun of his mother's new girlfriend

#marvel fanfic #fics #mcu #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #t'challa's spirit #namor x m'baku #riri williams #peter parker #ironspider brotp! #okottuma #okoye #attuma #nam'baku

[thefudge]

also!!!

this movie truly is a treasure trove of all my shuri ships because

SHURI AND M’BAKU TOO???? when m’baku asked “what about your heart”??? when he said “the world has taken too much from you to be still considered a child”???? bitch IM??? i’m having a very normal one today totally fine haha

#m'baku x shuri #god i am gonna be swamped in fanfic again aren't i??? #spoilers

[banthacakes]

how to plant fruit trees by hand

fic: how to plant fruit trees by hand

author: BANTHA CAKES

characters: M'baku, Shuri, Ayo, Okoye

pairing: M'baku x Shuri

summary: M'baku learns to stop worrying and love Wakanda, and hold gently the grief of his people. Featuring Shuri and a background of smug Dora Milaje.

HELP I WROTE A FIC

For the first time since the hallowed Live Journal days. Thank you to Lizzen for holding my flipper and also to Blank Panther: Wakanda Forever for being amazing and about the colours of colonialism centuries after it's "over" (it's not over, not for us), grief (it's never over) and community.

#black panther #wakanda forever #m'baku #my fanfic #MY FANFIC #HOO BOY #you might think you forget how to write but sometimes the spirit of authorship just possesses you

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 48″

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"It's never gone this far It's never been this bad But I won't let it erase the memories Of good times we've had And even with everything That we've been going through You never have to ask me I still choose you"

P. J. Mortin – "Please Don't Walk Away"

Disa stared at the floating villa on her kimoyo.

Yani and her children were moving to Lake Kivu, nearly one hundred miles away. Their new home had four lavish bedrooms with acres of land for Riki and Sydette to play on. They would be flown every day to their regular school, so Joba would still have daily interactions with them.

Queen Ramonda took it upon herself to convert Yani's old suite into an entire luxury floor for Disa and Joba. Walls and furniture were removed, and the expansion gave her a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of Wakanda. Disa thanked the queen for her kind gesture at making sure the changes benefitted her, too. Her home became an even bigger paradise.

Joba didn't fare well with the sudden change in family dynamics.

Anxiety and stress over the situation forced Erik's youngest into a state of nervous clinginess for three days. When they were summoned by Erik and Ramonda to say goodbye, Disa almost refused to go herself. Her disappointment in Yani's treatment of their plight was a slap in the face to all Disa had tried to create with her. Harmony. To not show up would appear to be a petty slight, and the Udaku's took optics seriously. Disa gussied up in a black dress and heels, fluffing out her hair in luxurious waves. Joba looked pretty in a puffy pink taffeta dress with lace-up pink sandals. Disa helped her fluff out her big hair too and added tiny yellow butterfly clips.

On the way down to the Talon port, Joba's breathing turned into hyperventilating and Disa spent thirty minutes talking her daughter back into a calm state.

"It's going to be alright, Joba," she said.

Big, black wet eyes peered back at Disa. Joba would be the only child in the palace, and it was a lonely feeling. Hugging her child, she was able to convince her to see the siblings off. Riki was already in the throes of a tantrum, screaming at the top of his lungs until Erik arrived. The boy latched onto his father's thigh and wouldn't let go. Sydette remained by her mother's side, wailing and pleading with Yani to let her stay.

Disa encouraged Joba to hug her brother and sister, which she did willingly. But she refused to look at or hug Yani at all. Erik picked up Joba and held her against his chest, and her daddy's arms seemed to ease her stress levels. Ramonda and Shuri did their best to keep smiles for everyone and spoke excitedly about future visits and upcoming birthdays. The situation grew painfully intolerable, and even Yani seemed to be full of regret and hesitation at what was happening. But it had to be done. Her misery had to be handled on her own and in her own space.

Sydette gave up begging and just flopped on the ground and folded her arms. Erik handed Joba to Disa and lifted his oldest. He walked a few feet away from everyone, talking to her softly as she wiped her eyes continuously. All Disa could make out from where she stood was Erik reassuring Sydette that he loved her while kissing her cheek and asking her to be a good big sister. He held out his hand for Riki, and his son bounded over, allowing his father to lift him up too.

"Joba, come here, please," Erik said.

Disa put Joba down and she trudged to her father, giving Yani a wide berth as she passed her.

"My Bast, this is so awful, just awful," Ramonda murmured.

Shuri put an arm around her mother. Ramonda reached out and squeezed Disa's hand. T'Challa strode out of the palace doors and joined them with a phalanx of Doras. He wore a dour expression.

"How are you holding up?" T'Challa asked.

"As well as can be expected," Disa said.

Yani walked over to them. She tried to wear light make-up to make herself look confident, but there were bags under her eyes from lack of sleep, and her lips were cracked in a few places from dehydration and nervous biting. The woman didn't look good at all.

Shuri gave her a hug.

"Be well, Yani," Shuri said.

Ramonda hugged her next, but kept quiet. T'Challa wrapped loving arms around her.

"Let me know if anything isn't up to par when you arrive. You are welcome back here whenever you want," T'Challa said.

He released her and made his way over to Erik and the children. When Yani finally turned to Disa, her face was full of contrition.

"Joba is welcome to visit whenever she wants," Yani said.

"We'll stick to scheduled visits here to help her adjust," Disa said coolly.

Yani nodded.

"How does it feel?" Disa asked.

Yani stared at her with confusion at the query.

"Leaving?" Yani said.

"No. Choosing yourself."

"It feels scary. I'm nervous…"

Yani glanced down at her feet.

"That will pass. You'll get stronger and feel a lot better in the next few weeks," Disa said.

"I hope so. I'm doing mi best standin' here all brave, but I want to throw up."

Disa smiled then.

"I threw up a lot and doubted myself often," Disa said.

She looked over Yani's head. Erik's somber face told her it was time to end the goodbyes.

"Excuse me," Disa said.

She moved with a heavy heart and joined Erik.

"Have fun at the new house, okay?" Disa said.

She hugged Sydette and then Riki. Both children accepted her touch with passive, drained energy. Their hearts were broken, but Disa knew they would bounce back once they saw all the wonderful amenities of the new home in person. They could jump into water from their own dock just like they did back in St. Thomas. Erik put them down and held Joba's hand.

Yani joined the sad bunch and ushered her children into the waiting Talon Fighter. Everyone waved at them. Yani came back out one more time, and Joba turned her head away from her while she hugged Erik. He kissed Yani on the lips and whispered something in her ear. She bolted back onto the Talon Fighter afterward. As the aircraft took off, Joba buried her face in Erik's hip. An awkward silence linked them all there, watching the ship become a speck on the horizon.

"Joba, would you like to go visit the nursery with me? Mother's new orange blossoms have arrived from Birnin S'Yan!" Shuri said.

Ramonda clapped her hands with excitement.

"Oh, my goodness, they should be ready to transfer into the royal garden gazebo. We should have a tea party there to welcome them," Ramonda said.

Joba lifted her head from Erik's side.

"Would you like to go with Queen Mother and Shuri?" Disa asked.

Joba stared at Erik, and he patted her back.

"Yes, please," Joba said.

Ramonda held out her hand for Joba, and she took it once Erik winked at her.

"I'll keep her until lunch," Ramonda said.

"That's fine. Have fun," Disa called out.

T'Challa followed them with the Doras leaving Disa alone with Erik. Once everyone was gone, he closed his eyes and released a heavy, shuddery breath. He touched his heart.

"Another hole," he said.

"You have a miraculous way of healing," she said, trying to lighten the mood.

He stared at her.

"Go on and say it. I ain't shit," he said.

"It's not for me to say anymore, Erik."

"I'll pick Joba up from Ramonda before I go to work and drop her off with you."

"How are things with the Phuri stuff?"

"T'Challa and his people are taking care of that. They'll call me in if they catch more assailants for interrogation. He wants me to handle my personal business and I'll be used as needed."

"You feel confident about squashing those people?"

"I do. They've collected evidence to analyze. I'll look it over after I finish this probe assignment."

"Keeping busy will help you…"

Erik's eyes spilled with tears.

"I didn't want her to go. Seeing her walk away from me like that… I feel sick, angry at myself, and so… empty. Disa, out of everyone in my life, before I turned into this shell when I left the states for good… you've been my rock. My touchstone. My best friend. How can I fix this? My woman left me and took my babies. Umama said I was too greedy. I've always been that way. My Baba raised me to believe I could have everything in this world that I touched. My mother too."

"Maybe it's time that Erik N'Jadaka Stevens-Udaku cared for his own well-being for a change. You have led the most extraordinary life I have ever encountered. People will write books about you. Your exploits will become legendary. Control of a kingdom awaits you. Reconnect to who you are, the real you, the one I saw glimmers of back in Cambridge before the navy. I am in awe of you Erik, I really am. Use this time to get to know you again. All that you have touched has changed the trajectory of the global future. Step into your power the way you used to talk about. You are a child of Ogum. Stand in that. You're the father of my brilliant baby. The father of two more exceptional children. Stand in that power the way I know you can. You need to count your blessings and not your losses, and I'll be by your side as your council and confidante. The time has come for you to do what you said you would. Run the world."

Erik gazed at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. He stood taller and the liquid hovering in his eyelids shimmered.

"Show us what you're capable of and I promise you, everything will fall into place," Disa said. "Come through Geechee man. Ogum's spear. The one who brings thunder!"

She snapped her fingers and tapped the center of his forehead.

Erik took a step back from her and his lips twisted up with the determination she remembered from way back. She placed her hands on the planes of his chest.

"Focus on you and your original goals. The least you can do for me is stick to what you came here for."

He wandered off by himself and Disa watched him go. Yani's leaving would be the catalyst to put a fire under his ass. She was sure of that. Erik was a king in the making and she damn well knew that once he took the throne, she had access to realizing her dreams, too. Liberation for the Black diaspora.

Disa headed to the West Palace and her office. Twyla waited for her in the reception area, drinking tea and chatting with the small staff. Wakandans typically worked twenty hours a week by law, so she hired extra staff to cover the times she worked longer hours. The capitalist American over-work ethic had a chokehold on her, and it was taking Disa a long time to relax into the work/life balance that the Wakandans treasured.

"How was it?" Twyla asked when they walked into Disa's personal office together.

Disa dropped into her desk chair and cradled her face.

"Awful. The kids fell out. But after Yani left, I gave Erik a pep talk. I hope it makes him take stock of who he is now. "

"I couldn't be there. I'll see them later today for dinner, but I didn't want to be around alla that hurt. But I'm proud of mi girl."

Twyla lowered her gorgeous milky brown eyes. Disa grinned.

"I'm proud of her too," Disa said.

"You are?"

"Why do you look so surprised?"

Twyla pushed one of her thin locs behind her ear.

"I thought you would be happy with her leaving for different reasons."

"Getting Erik to myself?"

"You are in the palace together. I know yuh in love with him."

"I love him. But he needs to love himself again. Just like Yani."

Twyla grinned. Disa lifted a large sketch pad from her desk and flipped a few pages until she came to what Twyla wanted to see.

"Disa!" Twyla squealed.

Twyla took the sketchbook and stared at the preliminary images of a sleek-looking tourist agency building.

"This is just based on what you described to me with the whole circular theme. I can make it sleeker, more futuristic if you want," Disa said.

"No! I want to emphasize eco-tourism, especially highlighting water and plants."

"This is just a start. Give me some notes and I will flesh it out more."

"Flesh it out? These already look ready to go!"

Disa grinned. Twyla used her finger to trace the curves of the sketched images that were full of color.

"How did your meeting go with Erik?" Disa asked.

"He said he will support my venture. I have to put together a presentation for the Council of Elders and the Chamber of Commerce. I may have to wait for him to take the throne in case T'Challa doesn't like it. With all that's happening, I know Wakandans are nervous about opening themselves up to the world. Eco-Tours are my specialty and I'm great at it. I'm studying Wakanda's ecological history and I know I can create a sound business that will benefit the country."

Disa rested in the energy of Erik becoming king. Although she had respect for T'Challa, Erik had a grasp of the world far beyond what his cousin could understand.

Erik stood at his desk and welcomed the Council of Elders into his inner office. Mpilo had comfortable chairs and fresh incense burning, while Tlotliso brought in snacks and libations. Zinzi carried a broad smile on her face as she sat down with the others facing Erik. Once Efetobo took her seat, Zinzi placed an official folder on his desk.

"Despite the circumstances with the Phuri, we are still on schedule for transferring power to the throne," Zinzi said.

Erik looked at all the older Wakandans in his midst and folded his hands on the desk.

"I've put together a transition team and will hold a meeting with them once I hear back from the invitations I'll send out," Erik said.

Elder Bhira and Elder M'Kathu glanced at one another. Zinzi and Efetobo kept steady eyes on Erik.

"You have made plans without consulting all of us?" Bhira asked.

"Until I take the throne, I didn't think there was a need to consult you," Erik said, challenging the elder.

M'Baku cleared his throat and Erik turned his attention to the Jabari chief.

"Who will this separate transition team consist of?" M'Baku asked.

"Once I receive confirmation of acceptance, I will prepare a list for you. For now, you should know that my team will comprise Wakandans familiar with my father. They will assist me in creating a United Diaspora Consortium," Erik said.

"What is that?" Bhira asked.

"It will do what the African Union tried to do decades ago. This time I will unite the Black diaspora globally—"

"To do what?" M'Kathu said.

Erik sat back in his seat.

"I will finish what I started three years ago. T'Challa tried to introduce Wakanda to the world without thinking it through. Going to the U.N. and revealing what we have was a tactical error on his part. The United States and the European Union are Wakanda's biggest enemies. They court favor with us now because they fear what we have. He spoke of building bridges, but I will never give the outside world easy access to us."

M'Kathu stood up.

"You cannot go back on the word of our king!" M'Kathu

"There will be a regime change, and all that kumbaya shit T'Challa spoon fed the U.N. is out the window. The United States has no moral conscience, and its European cousins are the same way. They will get nothing but dust from me."

M'Kathu glanced at the others. Zinzi and Efetobo remained stoic. Bhira looked uncertain and M'Baku stayed cool.

Erik leaned forward.

"I'll still need you to guide me with internal Wakandan affairs. You'll be kept abreast of the UDC plans. My goal is to have a union of Black leaders from throughout the Black diaspora who can give us the expertise of what our people need. Strictly NGO's. I'm putting together a draft to present to you after my first meeting."

"Will we be present?" M'Baku asked.

"Not for the initial meeting with Wakandans. Once I put together the UDC, you'll be there front and center. I need to speak freely in private with the people I choose before I bring them to you," Erik said.

"Will you proceed with your original plan of arming the diaspora?" Efetobo asked.

"Yes," Erik said.

M'Kathu and Bhira shook their heads in disappointment. Zinzi and Efetobo remained calm. Erik stood and moved to the front of his desk and sat on it.

"I'm not handing out weapons to just random Black folks. There are problems out there, and the last thing I will do is give high-tech weaponry to idiots. That's what War Dogs are for. The ones who followed me were already entrenched in communities I targeted and knew who to give firepower to. We'll prepare communities and provide them with protection. Listen. I know what's out there. You don't. T'Chaka only told you what he wanted you to hear, and you later accepted his son because that was the way things were always done based on ignorance. The world only recognizes power. Not goodwill and community centers. I know it frightens you to face a new world order, but you must prepare for the changes that will sweep the globe. If you don't like what I'm saying, then prepare to step down from your post when I take the throne. You have nine months to decide."

M'Kathu and Bhira left the office immediately. Zinzi and Efetobo stayed with M'Baku.

"Will they stay?" Erik asked.

Efetobo leaned on her cane from her seat.

"They will stay," Efetobo said.

"M'Baku, what do you think?" Erik asked.

M'Baku folded his meaty arms.

"I think you and I should have a private talk and get to know each other better," M'Baku said.

"I'll plan a private dinner for us in my suite," Erik said.

M'Baku lifted an eyebrow with surprise.

"Bring your wife, Ayomide. Yani told me she is the power behind the big chief," Erik teased.

M'Baku's dispassionate expression switched up then at the mention of his wife. A gap-toothed grin spread his thick lips. This gave Erik relief. A man that sought his woman's council was a smart leader. Both Disa and Yani mentioned that the Jabari leader became putty in his wife's presence, and he was eager to get the two of them together alone. Sita told him they were in his corner.

Tlotliso slipped into the room with a stack of private invitations to be sent to all the Wakandans that he wanted to meet. All the people that had supported his father so long ago. Erik wanted to meet his father's past so that they could help him shape the future.

"These need your signature and private seal," Tlotliso said.

She placed them all inside a clear side bin next to his desk. Mpilo entered to refresh drinks and remove uneaten food.

"Do you seek war with the world?" Efetobo asked.

Erik shook his head.

"I seek justice and reparations. Things that we should've gotten hundreds of years ago. War will come to those who try to stop us in that quest. As long as no one tests me, the weapons I will send to War Dogs will just be on standby," he said.

Efetobo and Zinzi stood from their seats.

"I promise you both that no force shall be used unnecessarily. I'll give our detractors on the outside an opportunity to do the right thing for the diaspora. They can pay what they owe and make good on promises from the United States, the Caribbean, South America, and in Europe. I'll force every country and island nation to face their history of anti-Blackness. My goal is restitution. I'm not a tyrant, but I'll flex if I have to."

His kimoyo beads warmed up on his wrist and glowed blue. Riki and Sydette.

"I have to take this," Erik said.

Zinzi, Efetobo, and M'Baku bid him farewell and left his office. Erik tapped a bead. Riki's and Sydette's faces were pressed together and their hair was soaked with water. They sat on a dock and he could hear water breaking against the Kivu lake shore.

"Baba, can we come back to the palace?" Sydette asked.

Her red-rimmed eyes weren't colored that way because of playing in the water.

"You two aren't having fun in the lake?" Erik asked, making his voice chipper.

Riki shook his head, and Sydette wiped her eyes.

"But it's so pretty there. I was waiting for more pictures from you."

"I wahn come home," Riki pleaded.

"You are home, Dumplin. I'll see you next weekend."

Riki's mouth fell open, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Sydette stared at him with gigantic eyes, willing him to rescue them. He noticed Yani's shadowy figure behind them. Their female nanny was nearby, too.

"Baba's gotta get some work done. I'll read you all a story with Joba tonight."

"No," Riki gasped, like all the breath was crushed out of his chest.

"C'mon y'all. I told you that Mama wanted her own house, and she wanted to make you happy there. She likes it a lot."

"I know… but…"

"But what, Sweet Pea?" he said.

"It's not the same without you all here. It's pretty and I like it. I just want you here, or we come there. I miss Joba…"

Sydette started crying and Riki blubbered next to her.

"You can tell me all about it when I see you next weekend," he said.

"Too long!" Riki complained.

"Riki! Joba! Time for dinner!"

The new nanny called to them, and Erik glimpsed the cute chubby face with the big smile.

"Kora is calling you. Go eat and I'll see you tonight on vid chat."

Erik blew them kisses and ended the call. Mpilo stood quietly, waiting for him to finish.

"The Scorpion Fighter is ready to take you to Princess Shuri's lab," Mpilo said.

He nodded and fingered through the stack of invitations. Mpilo left him to his privacy. Pausing, he thought of Nick Fury. Erik considered bringing him into the UDC as a liaison. It was a risky move to make, but it could be the buffer he needed to keep the Americans on a leash while he infiltrated the globe with his agenda. Erik's Nana used to make patchwork quilts, and that was the spirit he was using to put together the UDC. All the different patches of Black life stolen away to all the corners of the earth. One patch wasn't big enough to bring comfort to a cold body, but a blanket made from many could warm so many souls. Nick Fury was born and bred in the belly of the beast, just like Erik. He knew the tricks and trickster moves of the master manipulator country. The man knew intimately what Wakanda was made of. Perhaps Erik could turn him into a double agent and use him to his benefit.

It was worth trying.

Erik sent a message to Shuri that he was on his way. His work was never done. But the throne was on the horizon. His kimoyo lit up and vibrated on his wrist.

"Hey now," Erik said.

His Grandpop's image floated in front of him.

"JaJa, we're on our way there. I will see you soon," Dante said.

"Grandpop… I…."

"I know… I know…"

"The travel isn't stressing out your health, is it?" Erik asked.

"Heck no, boy! I haven't felt this alive since… well since I met my new grandbabies."

"I have so much to tell you… so much to ask you," Erik said.

They both stared at one another, teary-eyed and grateful.

"I won't hold you up. I wanted to tell you myself. We're bringing your mother and father home where they belong. Their proper home. They'll see their baby boy become the king he was destined to be," Dante said with pride.

"When you get here, I'm putting you to work. Don't think you're going to lounge around here. I need your old activist spirit. I need your wisdom."

"It's all yours," Dante said.

Erik lowered his head and burst into tears.

"The sun will never set on us again," Erik said.

"That I would love to see," Dante said. "I'll be with you soon, JaJa. Love you."

"I love you too."

Erik touched his kimoyo, and his Grandpop's image winked out.

"Prince N'Jadaka, are you ready?" Mpilo asked.

Erik took confident strides out of his office.

Califia and N'Jobu would finally be in Wakanda together.

Chapter 49 HERE.

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[umber-cinders]

Title: 𝐼𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑒 𝐹𝑖𝑡𝑠

Pairing: Alpha!M’Baku x Black!OmegaReader

Summary: It has come time for Alpha M’Baku to cede his father in the role of packleader. You're well were aware of the so-called prophecy that was was given to Alpha M’Baku’s parents before he was born: To keep their lineage and pack strong and successful for generations to come, their first born son would have to find and mate with his soulmate. The entire concept is only vaguely interesting to you. You're not fond of the idea of prophecies and fates, but they sure are fond of you.

Rating: MATURE (18+)

Warnings: 🔞Dub-Con Elements🔞, ABO/Omegaverse Dynamics, Threats and talks or violence/murder, Implied Sexual Content, Asshole Family

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You honestly don’t understand what all the fuss is about. M’Baku is lord and leader of Pack Jabari; he throws parties and formal events all the damn time. And yet your stepmother, Ifeoma, and her daughters are all in a tizzy as if the world was about to end when they received word of this one. It didn’t take long to find out why. As you were sweeping the floor between the kitchen and dining room, it took about five seconds for Ifeoma’s eldest daughter, Ngozi, to run her mouth.

“Lord M’Baku is looking for a mate!” She squealed excitedly. “This is going to be the biggest party of my entire life!”

“Yeah, but all omegas of the pack are invited.” Uloma told her sister serenely.

Ngozi narrowed her eyes. “So?”

“So—” Uloma smiles. “I’d hate for my only sister to get her feelings hurt when he ends up choosing me instead.”

“In your dreams, Lolo!” Ngozi snorts. “He doesn’t want a little girl, he wants a woman—An omega that will be able to stand by his side and rule the pack with him!”

“I am twenty-one! That is hardly a little girl! I am of mating age! Besides, a lot of alphas like fresh omegas to shape into their wives.” Uloma declared.

“We’re two years apart! I’m not stale goods yet!” Ngozi snapped.

Your face visibly scrunched up into an annoyed grimace. Not only was their bickering headache-inducing, but the subject matter was cringeworthy.

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[sofiaottoman]

Thanksvember 2023: Day 21

Thanksvember Day 21: my spirit swims right to the hook by napricot (MCU | Bucky/M'Baku) Complete [Rated: Explicit] Word Count: 20.3k

Summary: “What’s this one?” asked Oson, poking at one of the kimoyo beads. M’Baku frowned down at it. He didn’t think the princess had offered an explanation of this one, at least, not beyond it offering a connection to the internet. Was this one for Wakanda’s internet, or the rest of the world’s? He toggled it on, and squinted as the unnecessarily bright hologram beamed up, proclaiming it to be Hathor’s List. A little message offered an explanation: let Hathor guide your search for a partner, not your elders’ matchmaking! Find a perfect match, or a night of pleasure! Oh, that little brat, thought M’Baku.

My thoughts: This is a romp! It's a really fun read.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22967185

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[mickimomo]

Banished from Wakanda

A continuation of my late night chaos, where M'Baku has banned Attuma and Okoye from Wakanda for a week.

Note: Okoye isn't pregnant. Yet. This is happening in the sun and the sky multiverse, lol. So she can get tipsy.

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So, Attuma and Okoye were "banished" from Wakanda for a week and expected to apologize and help the owners of the restaurant they had been intimate in.

It had all started with a petty argument when they were getting ready for dinner.

Neither of them knew why they were arguing.

Perhaps the lack of intimacy had them a little more fired up than usual.

Either way, Attuma and Okoye weren't backing down and they were both too stubborn to stay home. So, they went out and joined their friends for dinner.

It probably would have gone well if so many women hadn't been looking at Attuma. Typically the attention wouldn't bother Okoye. He was a handsome man. Of course he'd get looked at. But after arguing with him all night, she found herself mentally spiraling with a few things she was still unpacking in therapy, thanks to her ex-husband.

She was mature.

So fucking mature, most of the time.

But after downing three glasses of something that could get her blood flowing, she was definitely moving into demon time.

"Uh..." Oni looked the couple over skeptically from behind her veil. "...Something is off about you two."

Attuma only shrugged.

And that shrug made Okoye roll her eyes.

"I bet women are easier to handle than men." She smiled.

That was enough to get Attuma to down his own drink now.

Oni blinked at her sister. "Uh... I doubt that. It's more so the soul in the body that makes life easier than the body itself."

"Really?" Okoye mused. "Have you ever been with a man before?"

Oni stiffened at the question.

Namora frowned. "Her former lovers do not matter."

"Well, technically, she shouldn't have any."

"I didn't break any vows." Oni waved off Okoye's gaze.

"Sure."

"I didn't."

"Right. Then I don't think you can really give me any input."

"Fine." Oni raised her hands up in surrender before refocusing on her appetizer.

Namora arched a brow. "If you were not drunk and dear to my wife, I would have run my spear through you for speaking to her in such a manner."

"If Oni can kick your ass, I don't think you're capable of landing a hit."

"I have never tried to kill Oni." Namora's eyes darkened. "Would you like to test that theory?"

Okoye only shrugged before looking away from the table.

"Okay. Well..." Shuri started. "...let's just all take a breath and talk things out like adults."

Okoye snorted. "Attuma doesn't want to talk."

Attuma frowned. "I tried, but you do not listen."

Okoye scoffed. "I listened, but it sounded like you were still missing the point."

"You are always fighting with your words. They do not always mean the same thing. I do not always understand you. How would you feel if I did the same thing to you?"

"That's not even why we're arguing right now."

"We are arguing because you won't forgive me for what I said. I did not mean it!"

"So the entire argument is my fault?"

Attuma let out a groan of frustration before grabbing the bottle of liquor. "Are men easier than women?"

Namor shook his head. "No. Oni was right."

Shuri nodded in agreement with her partner before plucking the bottle from the warrior's hand. "And drinking away your anger is not going to squash your rage."

Aneka lifted an index finger. "Alcohol makes being reckless easier. You're not able to think as well."

The couple both shot her a glare, and she raised her hands in surrender.

Ayo shook her head. "Hey. If they wish to start sparring, I will not interfere."

Meanwhile, M'Baku and Ross continued to read their menus and decide what they were eating. They were not participating in martial drama.

M'Baku didn't want to get punched again and Ross never felt like it was his place to give input without being asked first. At least, not in spaces where he was the outlier.

With all the hostility in the air, he knew better than to speak.

And he was wise not to.

All it took was for their beautiful waiter to return to their table and say. "Are you ready to order?" To get the ball rolling.

Okoye stared up at her and offered a warm smile. "I am." She looked over the menu. "But I'm afraid you're not on it."

Namora choked on her drink and Aneka laughed as they all watched Attuma lift his wife up and drop her on the empty table behind them.

"Attuma no!" Namora snapped. "We are in a public establishment!"

He ignored her as he began to snarl at Okoye in xhosa while pinning her to the fabric.

"You wouldn't dare!" Okoye bared her teeth at him before she began to curse him out in xhosa.

Shuri looked up at the waitress. "Please screen off that area. The public doesn't need to see them."

The waitress nodded before running off. She was fast to get three screens and close the section off. Fortunately, Attuma had half the mind to not begin tearing off clothes until they were properly hidden.

But that grip he had on Okoye's neck had the warrior panting in ways that did not come from exhaustion.

No one in the group was particularly surprised by this, considering that Attuma had been away on a mission for almost two weeks and recently returned. But to lay Okoye out on a table in a restaurant? That was new.

Namora rubbed her temples before noticing her wife was sulking.

"My heart?" She gently touched her shoulder. "What troubles you?"

"Why don't we ever do that, Amora?"

Namora felt like the sun had bounced off her face at the question.

"In yakunaj, if you need to be pleasured, we will do it at home."

Oni huffed before bowing her head in prayer. "Why couldn't it be me, Bast?"

Namora knew she was purple now.

"Oni!"

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The next day, Okoye woke up at home, tangled up in the arms of her husband.

She couldn't recall much of the night before.

All she could recall was being dropped onto a table. Attempting to fight Attuma until he grabbed her neck and them getting nasty while he pumped two fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet.

She clutched her head and inhaled sharply as the memories came crashing down.

She was going to kill Attuma if they got punished.

And when they did get punished, she failed to carry through.

They both left for Talokan after M'Baku made his decree and settled into their second home.

Attuma spent a few hours tidying up the area and retrieving food for her, but Okoye's anger did not diminish.

If anything, it brewed and got stronger with each minute.

She was a volcano who would erupt if he was not careful.

Attuma knew she would come around eventually. He'd just have to get sunburned a little.

After two days of giving her space, he began to leave small gifts as offerings.

First, it was her favorite food.

Then, it was her favorite dessert.

He'd bring her earrings.

Bracelets.

Necklaces.

Extravagant gowns.

Flowers.

Once he noticed she was interacting with his gifts, he began to sing songs for her.

Pouring out a heartfelt apology into the first few songs before moving on to more spirit lifting songs.

Once her anger had mellowed out, she allowed them to start sparring together again.

She even allowed him to give massages that didn't result in her becoming one with the mattress ten seconds later.

By the sixth day of their punishment, Okoye was petting Pakal and acknowledging Attuma as her husband again.

She had been spoiled rotten and pampered like royalty.

Her friends had visited her a few times, too, to lift her spirits.

There was never a dull moment, and for a moment, Okoye could honestly say she didn't miss the pressure of Wakanda.

She never actually felt secure there since the late Queen Mother had denounced her as General of the Dora Milaje. And honestly, she was only trying to stick things out for Shuri.

Talokan hadn't felt like much of a home before, but this somehow felt better than her home back in Wakanda.

The people were very welcoming.

Kind.

Helpful.

Giving.

In contrast to Wakanda, nudity was not frowned upon. Which could be affirmed by their king who wore small shorts while amidst his people and not on the throne.

Their garments came in many styles.

Varying from the elaborate gowns, Namora loved to wear to the simple tube tops and short loin cloths some warrior's wore while harvesting food.

It was all a matter of what felt best and the formality of the event.

But even then.

No one would curse their king if they saw him bare.

Or anyone really.

Which I'd why Attuma was praised by some people when he explained why he was banned.

Some people, however, preferred to be private.

Like Namora. (Although we all know she gets nasty behind closed doors. 🤣)

It brought her some peace to not be looked down on in Talokan.

To be seen as a General and revered in a world she had only visited a few times made her want to never leave.

There's wasn't a stupid council or anything.

Maybe she could stay here for a little longer.

Attuma's head popped out of the water before he crawled out and dried off. "Good morning, K'iin. I brought you breakfast." He beamed as he carried a sealed container towards her.

Okoye blinked away her thoughts before looking at her husband, offering a warm smile.

"Thank you, my love."

Maybe she could get used to this.

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[theeblackmedusa]

m'baku as your husband

Nakia, Okoye, and Shuri all had to individually talk him out of proposing within the first three months of your dating (on three separate occasions). Eventually, they had to push him to do it because he'd been holding off as not to scare you away.

Jealousy is his middle name. Not because he doesn't trust you, but because it gives him a good excuse to mark you up as much as he possibly can. That way when anyone ogling you can know you're off the market.

You don't lift a finger. You've rarely touched a door handle since you've met him and he makes sure you have everything you need.

He's always busy overseeing the tribe as well as aiding royally. He makes sure to have time for you, though. Even if it's thirty minutes listening to you ramble as you try to stay awake.

...breeding kink

"My love, why do you insist on bossing me around?" when you put him in line.

Jabari soldiers snicker when he comes back into rooms because he'll still somehow always smell like your perfume after being near you.

He's constantly talking about how amazing your children will look.

breeding kink

He enjoys pampering you. Foot massages, cooking, doing your hair for you. You name it and he's happy to do it for you.

Breeding Kink

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