Were the odds fair when you lost your life? M'baku was bitter, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. He lost the love of his life to an invasion, one his army wasn’t ready for. Since then, they’ve been training tirelessly, assuring that would never happen again, even if it was too late. Now it was a king coming to him, asking him for his help, his army, because someone was repeating history from so many years ago. T'challa was desperate. He knew what has happened to you, how hurt M'baku was. He hoped he’d be able to help, not wanting it to happen with his own people. M'baku was ready to turn him away, send him out, but he could hear your voice. So sweet, so soft, so comforting. You wouldn’t have recognized him now, he knew that, changed too much from who you used to know. But you, you wouldn’t have wanted anything else. He would help them, but only because he knew that’s what you would have wanted. You were so good, his better half. You used to keep him gentle, humble. You still do.
— seeing you disappear in the Snap
- Characters: James Rhodes, M’Baku, Sam Wilson, T’Challa
- Requester: anonymous
- Request: “Hey Sam!! I love you!! I would like to request a MCU preference (Sam Wilson, Rhodey, T'Challa, M'Baku) seeing their s/o disappear in the Snap, thank you so much!!”
- A/N: you’re so adorable omg hi!!! i love you too!!! i hope you like it (°◡°♡) !!
Warnings: Slow Burn, angst
Word Count: 10,181
A/N: We are stuck inside with nothing to do… figured I would pass the time with writing. Enjoy!
“That was a productive meeting, yes?“ She asked the stoic man next to her as she gathered the mess of documents in front of her. Her eyes closed briefly as exhaustion from a day’s worth of meetings settled in her bones. She desired nothing more than to fall into bed and take a nap before her call with her brother to recap the day.
PAIRING: Abraham + Black!Reader
SUMMARY: A UCLA psychology professor takes on a dangerously aggressive tethered as a special case-study, moving him into her home and molding him into what appears to be the perfect man. After her feelings begin to expand beyond the work, she doubts if he could ever truly reciprocate her affections.
WORD COUNT: ~ 2,200
A/N: Guess who’s back on her bullshit? 😎(It’s me)
After Thanksgiving, you quickly realized your cousin Gerald wasn’t the only one that had an issue with you taking care of Abraham. Subliminal rants popped up on Facebook and anti-tethered Twitter threads and YouTube videos were forwarded to your email. That was enough to make you lose your holiday spirit. So, in lieu of further family celebrations, you opted to make a private dinner for Christmas. Abraham liked the members of your family that liked him but he didn’t mind spending time with you alone.
M'baku loved messing with him. Never in front of you. In front of you he pretended to be a serious adult, to play a powerful figure, to turn on the charm and flash that pretty smile at you when he knew you were looking. Everett knew better though. The man laughed at his own jokes more than anyone else. He knew why he did this, why he wanted to humiliate him whenever he could, but acted nice in front of you: he liked you. He also knows you’ve been dating Everett for a while, though M'baku wasn’t worried. Neither was Evetett. You’d known about his feelings to you from the moment you met, when he started bragging about the army he had, how gifted they were, and strong, trying to impress you. It was cute, watching them act all love struck, but you had a boyfriend. Nothing would ever change your feelings about him.
Pairing: M’Baku x black!fem!Reader
Warnings: none, I believe, unless you include the fact that I am allergic to proofreading
Author’s Note: I love this series, and I am so excited to get another piece out to you guys! I was a little unsure of how to get M’Baku out of his head with friends, but I ended up liking it, and I hope you do too :)
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“Can you lift me? Mama, M'Baku, can you lift me?” Uuka shouts happily with his hands in yours and M'Baku’s. M'Baku is so overjoyed with the question that he happily pulls Uuka off of the ground by his hand, yours accompanying so as to not dislocate his shoulder. The Great Gorilla laughs alongside your son, “Faster? Come, we have to run to go faster!” M’Baku goads Uuka, guffawing at the boy’s squeals of delight as he pulls him up into the air higher and faster. You laugh with Uuka, and M’Baku can feel it, the foundation of a great family settling in your laughter.
AN: so we’re just not gonna talk about how i was gone for a year, but I’m back and finna write up a storm. BIG ups to @chaneajoyyy for proof reading dis shit!
pairing: m’baku x reader
warnings: cursing i think thats it lol.
word count: 2312
Courting with M’baku was a…. interesting process to say the least. Every morning you awoke he was on your mind, you felt the ghost of his hands wrapped around your waist possessively as you slept and the same kisses that he peppered all over your face to wake you up as you walked around your small house. By the time that you walked out of your house you always practically tripped over the guard that he had stationed outside who was charged with protecting you.
“You know” You said as you made your way outside of your house the guard following close behind you. “If we’re going to be spending so much time together it’s only fair that we know each other’s name.”
You heard the man chuckle behind you.
“Eamon” he said following you on your walk.
“Eamon” You toyed with the name in your mouth “I like that name, you know I have a thing about names. I don’t understand how people end up with ugly names, it’s the simplest thing yet somehow overlooked.” You hit a quick left turn, you wanted to teach m’baku a lesson about sending guards to your house. You weren’t some frail flower that he had to protect at all costs.
“Are we taking a detour today or are you trying to lose me again?” Eamon asked matching your quickening pace.
“We’re taking the scenic route to work today Eamon, stop assuming the worst about me” You smiled back at him but you were greeted with nothing but cold eyes.
“y/n lets go your shop is the opposite way we’re not doing this again.”
“Fine” You pouted turning around “I don’t need to be watched, you do know that right? I’ve run my shop and walked from my house to it and back everyday since I was 18. You don’t need to protect me”
Eamon laughed to himself, “You think this is about you? I’m here because my king requested that I protect the woman that has stolen his heart and I serve his majesty. This has nothing to do with what I want to do it’s all up to him.”
The rest of the walk to your shop you spent in silence reflecting on your subtle realization, M’baku wanted to protect you, he wanted to make sure that no one in the entire world would be able to mess with his girl. And he wanted you to know that. While your mind wandered astray your feet had taken you to the street that your shop was on. A bouquet of roses sat on your step, the bright red in bright contrast with the blank white snow that surrounded them. You smiled to yourself, he’d been sending you gifts all week and today’s gift had been roses. You picked up the bouquet and pulled out your keys unlocking your shops door. You hummed to yourself as you held the door open for Eamon to walk in behind you, he took his normal seat next to the door and pulled out his phone, no doubt informing m’baku that you had arrived at your shop and had started your work. You picked the note off of the flowers.
My dearest y/n,
Roses today, diamonds tomorrow.
Nothing is too good for you.
See you tonight my love.
You smiled at his sweet note and felt a rush of happiness seep into your system, the blush redding your cheeks. Deciding to busy yourself you placed a pot of water onto a small burner.
“What are we feeling today Eamon?” You asked pulling out the rectangular tin that held your teas.
“What are my options again?” Eamon asked rising from his seat to walk over to your counter.
“Jasmine, ginger, green tea or this herbal blend that my mom gave me” you looked up at Eamon for his decision and he looked puzzled.
“You can pick this time y/n, I’ve tried all of them I don’t know which one I like the most” Eamon said as he returned to his seat at the front of the store.
“Ginger tea it is then.” You said grabbing the two tea bags and placing the top back on the tin and sliding it back into its place. While the water boiled you moved around your shop turning on your machines, you ran your hands over your records settling on the miseducation of Lauryn Hill. You popped the record out of its sleeve and placed it on the record player, intro played through the speaker on the record player, as you walked around your shop your mind flashed back to the last time you’d seen m’baku it’d been far too long…
“Why must you be so stubborn isithandwa?” M’baku asked. It was the third day that he had come to visit you since you agreed to let M’baku court you. He’d drop by around closing time and talk to you while you cleaned up your work for the day. He would walk you up to your parents house and talk to your Mom and Dad for a few hours before you fell asleep (with one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder and your back pressing up against his torso no doubt) he’d try to gently wake you up before deciding it would be easier to just call a car to come pick the both of you up and drive you back to your home. He’d open your front door and walk you back to your bedroom with you in his arms bridal style and plop you onto your bed, first he’d start by pulling all of your outside furs off leaving you in whatever pair of sweatpants or leggings you wore to work that day and a matching t-shirt. Next it was onto your hair most of the time your hair was pulled up into a puff so he would remove the hair tie that had kept it up, always earning a groan from you. Next he would throw on whatever bonnet he found laying closest to your bed making sure your head was on the silk pillows. Finally he would pull all the furs onto you that he could find. The first night that he had taken you home and wrapped you up in furs he looked down at his handy work and was immediately disappointed . “How is she still cold, she’s under 12 furs” he murmured to himself. He debated climbing into bed with you but he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. You whined pulling the covers up onto your back, M’baku noticed you start to shiver. He couldn’t leave you cold and alone in your house “Fuck it” he said as he started shedding his outer layer of clothing and climbing into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling your body against his own.
“M’baku” you would whine out his warm body instantly sending blood flowing through your entire body.
“Ssh ssh ssh my love” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sleep now, sleep”
This night was no different M’baku sat on your counter his long legs touched the floor, his coat long forgotten hanging on coat rack along with most of his protection from the cold outdoors.
“I’m not being stubborn m’baku! I don’t need to be followed around!” you retorted back at him.
“He won’t be following you he’s just there for your protection. He will be seen and not heard I promise” M’baku stood up and walked over to you as you turned off the record player.
“I don’t need protection M’baku! What would I even need protection from? I work in a weapons shop for hanuman’s sake!” you turned back to face him.
“I don’t know y/n protection from anyone or anything, I just want to know that you’re safe!” M’baku came back at you with a fire you hadn’t seen in him before. “I-“ he paused, his voice had gotten softer and his hand had found its way to his forehead and started massaging his temples. “I just want to make sure that you’re safe y/n that’s it.”
You paused for a moment and looked M’baku up and down scanning his body for any sign that what he just said was a lie. You wrapped your arms around M’baku and placed your head into his chest. “I’m sorry” you said quietly into his chest.
M’baku took a deep breath in. “No i’m sorry isithandwa, I shouldn’t have pushed you. You said you didn’t want the guard and that should of been the end of it. Do you forgive me?”
You pulled your head out of M’baku’s chest “Of course I forgive you M’baku, do you forgive me for being so stubborn?”
M’baku lifted your chin up and brought his lips down to deliver a sweet and tender kiss.
“One guard” you said after the kiss “One guard, not seen AND not heard” you saw the smile form on M’baku’s face. He lifted you up off the ground as his hand found your thighs.
“M’baku stop!” you exclaimed laughing with him as he spun the two of you around “You’re gonna drop me! ”
That made m’baku stop spinning “Eh? you think I’m gonna drop the wife that hauman gave me? what am I crazy!”
The shrill scream of the teapot snapped you out of your dream like trance. You walked over and grabbed two handmade mugs and poured hot water into each mug.
“Are you sure you want ginger Eamon, this is your last chance?” you looked over to see eamon gazing out of the window, he turned his attention to you. As the steam hit you, you flashed back to another time M’baku had spent the night at your house.
You awoke to the shower running in your bathroom, no doubt M’baku had decided to shower at your place tonight. You looked over at the clock on your bedside table it shone bright with 1:38 am. The shower turned off and within a few moments the bathroom door opened and a wave of steam hit your face. M’baku emerged from the bathroom and his eyes met yours.
“See something you like isithandwa?” M’baku smirked at you adjusting the towel around his waist.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about M’baku” you said plastering an innocent smile across your face.
“You looked me up and down like you wanted to pounce on me. Is that what it is? You want me?” M’baku cooed at you as you sat up in bed.
“Don’t test me m’baku, I’m following your customs by withstanding from sex with you until marriage. If it were up to me i would of been showering with you just now” you said crossing your arms and pushing your bottom lip out into a pout.
M’baku walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips. “I appreciate you and thank you little one, i know it’s not easy for you but trust me once we get together I will make it worth the wait”
“Yea it better be m’baku, hurry up and put some clothes on I wanna cuddle, I’m cold!”
Eamon’s words snapped you back to reality “Eh ginger is fine”
You hummed along to ex-factor as you dunked the ginger tea bag into eamon’s drink and then one into your own drink. You walked over to Eamon and handed him his drink.
“Thanks” he muttered focusing back outside the window after a few sips.
“I’m gonna get started I’ve got three jobs on back order so I might not be able to hear you with all the machines running”
You turned on your heels and walked into the back of your store and started on your work for the day.
Around 6 hours later you were done with two out of three of your orders and wanted to finish the third one tonight. You were blasting music so loud it blurred out your own thoughts, just how you liked it. You hummed along to your music as you grabbed the knife out of the ice bucket and turned around to set it on the tray.
“M’baku shit!” you dropped the knife you’d been working on to the floor. M’baku just smiled up at you from a chair sitting in your studio. You cut your eyes at him before you walked over to your speakers and turned it down so you could hear him.
“You really shouldn’t keep your music up that loud love” M’baku said to you as he watched you pick up the knife and survey it for damage.
“You really shouldn’t tell a woman with a knife in her hand what to do.” you said back to him. “How long have you been sitting there?”
“I don’t know isithandwa it’s hard to remember I was so enchanted with watching you move and sing as you worked” M’baku chuckled making a mental note to remember this conversation.
“M’baku I’m serious! When did you walk in?” you whined out still facing him toying with the knife in your hand.
“ An hour isithandwa at max I swear!” he lied through his teeth he’d been there for at least two. You turned you back to him as you set the blade down on the counter and went back to your work. You heard M’baku stand up and walk towards you, you felt warm arms wrap around your waist with ease and his breath down your neck.
“Come with me today” M’baku mused in your ear, giving it a little nibble.
You felt your entire body relax into his arms and you let out a deep exhale releasing all of your pent up stress from today. “Go with you where?” you asked
“Come home with me today, let me take you to my home” he corrected himself “Our home”
Pairing: M’Baku x black!fem!Reader
Warnings: Tis smut my dudes, cursing as well, and I did not proofread
Author’s Note: I can’t believe I really left for FUCKS ever then came back to write smut and not continue any of my series first
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Your eyes jump open when you hear the shout of frustration from above you. Smiling softly to yourself, you lift your hand to the women drying you, “Thank you very much, but I must attend to my husband. Can you hand me my robe please, Neti? Alna, my braids please.” As you slip the short robe over your naked body, you wait for Alna to secure the last band around your braids to keep the wet mass from hanging heavily down your back.
Getting absolutely no where on Chapter 9 butttt working on another one-shot that is a part 2 (ish… kinda?) to A Seat on the Throne lol and that will distract me from my frustrations at not being able to write this chapter 🤦🏾♀️
Summary: Your courtship begins.
Word Count: 1,003
A/N: Btw this will take place before IW.
Request: Can you make a second part to laughter with M’Baku? I loved it so much and a second part would be amazing. Thanks love❤
“I still can’t believe you agreed to this.” You huffed as Shuri slipped another necklace around your neck.
“You heard him. We’re… Courting now.” To be completely honest, you could feel your heartbeat accelerate at the mere word.
“Please. We all know that you could end that courtship with a snap if you really wanted to.” With a roll of your eyes, you swatted your friend’s hands from your neck.
“I’m going to be late. Deuces.” You could hear Shuri shout from behind you,
“You sound like my great-grandmother!”
Imagine: Being m'Baku’s wife and having power over lightning like Ororo Monroe
The chains were hot against her skin, burning her flesh, but she refused to shed a single tear. Her tears would mean nothing to those that stood before her. To them, she was a traitor; the goddess that had turned her back on her own kind. A human. A human had fathered her newborn child, but that was not the crime she was to be executed, for she was not the only with a half breed child. She was not be held on trial for even falling in love with a human. She was to be killed for her actions against her own. Inzena had dared to kill the man that she loved in a blind fit of rage and jealousy. Her own actions were not so passionate. They were premeditated. Thought through until she could carry them out. She laid in wait for five long years until she could take Inzena’s head and take his head she did…….
A Black Panther AU that flips the Greek myth of Hades and Persephone on it’s head.
Mother May I coming soon!
Imagine: Being M'Baku’s younger brother and challenging T'Challa in your brother’s stead
You: Don’t consume that plant, ‘my king’
I’m drawing blanks here, I don’t remember the character’s name:
It’s Tradition M'y/n
You: No, I will fight the panther at it’s full strength.
T'Challa: I accept your challenge young M'JaBari (I don’t remember what their tribe was called)
Authors note: I tried to think of a name that would be as popular as M'Baku’s became afterwards y'all were straight up thirsty fuckers for months 😝
Second Authors note: Imagine if you were more than able to hold your own against T'Challa even with the strength of the panther aiding him
Author’s Note: Whattttt a freaking Vikings/Black Panther cross over?? I am here for it. I hope you like it. Definitely fun to write I would have loved to write this as a series, It’s in a weird outline head cannon form because I’m awkward. You’re welcome. Requests are Open. Taglist Open!! Send to the Asks!! To remove send to the inbox!
Pairings: Ivar X Reader, Ubbe X Reader
Requested; Headcannon: Ivar & M’Baku fighting over the reader, they battle it out; & then become really good friends. - @anon