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When Inyanga, an independent and tenacious omega from an outside pack, ends up inheriting land in her late brother's will, M'Baku learns that the land contains a precious Jabari family heirloom. M'Baku will do whatever he can to recover the lost heirloom. As their battle of wills comes to a head, M'Baku decides to take the easy route and take the land by force…and Inyanga along with it.
✦ 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅 ✦
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❥ 𝑰𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒕𝒔 [Black Panther]
M'Baku x Reader (Complete - Omegaverse Cinderella AU - NSFW)
There was a prophecy told 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.
✦ Part I ✦ Part II: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 (End) ✦
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❥ 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 [Black Panther]
Erik “Killmonger” x Reader (Complete - NSFW)
You were young, dumb, and in love. You didn’t know what—or who—Erik was until it was too late to back out. Too late to undo the results of that positive pregnancy test. He might look human, but there was a monster under the brown of his skin. Refusing to allow the possibility of yourself becoming ‘like him’, you took your son and ran.
For two years, you live in peace, tucked away in a neighborhood where no one knows your name. Things are fine until they aren’t. You start noticing the signs pretty early on. By the end of preschool, you can see the changes every time your baby smiles up at you. Then, during the summer of his sixth birthday, Erik makes his return.
And this time, he’s not letting go.
✦ 𝖨𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗑 ✦
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❥𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 [Bright 2017]
Original Orc Character x OFC (WIP - NSFW)
Amara should be living a normal life—Or at least a life that's as normal as possible for a witch in Los Angeles. Unfortunately for Amara, a witch's life is never what most would consider "normal". But hey—"normal" is relative anyway, right? All it takes is her wanted ex showing back up in her life to realize that.
If you ever wondered what became of the orc who shot Daryl Ward at the beginning of the movie, this story is for you.
✦ 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘅 ✦
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❥ 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏' 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 [Sinners 2025]
Elijah "Smoke" Moore x OC (NSFW)
Smoke only ever came into ‘Luela’s Dressings’ to collect for the month. So he had been reluctant to ask if she could mend his shirt. Sweetea hadn’t batted an eye at the request—or the shakiness in his hands as he struggled to unbutton it—but she had taken over the task for him.
She’d carefully loosened them on every jacket and shirt he brought to her ever since. That was all it really took to loosen him up; to relax the button to his britches the same way. Smoke swore things had just gone too far. He wasn’t going to come back.
He’s a married man.
But just like he had every other week, he came back to collect—looking for something sweet.
✦ Part 1 of 1 ✦
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❥ 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢 [Black Panther]
M'Baku x Reader (NSFW)
M’Baku 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!
✦ Part 1 of 1 ✦
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❥ 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒖𝒔 [Black Panther]
Attuma x Okoye (NSFW)
Okoye works hard for her coven. But—on her night off—she gets an urgent call from one of her senior students about the summoning of a demon. Not knowing what mess her students have gotten her into, Okoye has to find a more creative way to send the creature back to where he came from.
✦ Part 1 of 1 ✦
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❥ 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 [Secret Invasion]
Gravik x Reader (NSFW)
You didn't plan to be in Moscow. Once your little business trip is over, you fully intend to go back home to the States. But when the Unity Day bombings happen, you're trapped in Russia without a plan to get out. You have no one to turn to until someone familiar appears to help you out.
Not a real story kinda just a dabble and if people find it interesting I will most likely continue and has nothing to do with any of the movies.
The Reader is not specific but is female.
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M’Baku P.O.V
"There is no way we can win this" Okoye spoke softly watching the ever flowing amount of soldiers stand at the border.
"We must try. This is our home" T'Challa nodded to all the other tribe leaders. His voice strong and loud as it ran through the field.
As we were about to run to our deaths a drumming began, a continuous thump that shook the ground and the soldiers stopped as did our tribes. The drumming was loud and rhythmic then we looked to the forest and I think the world may have stopped at this moment. A women walked out an army behind her, skin the colour of (pigment) glistening in the sun as she walked with the confidence of a thousand Kings.
"The Forest people they have not been out of their land in centuries" Shuri tried to use her machines to get any information on these people but it ended up empty as though they did not exist. The women, Queen walked towards our tribes which were banded together but her head was held high.
Once reached her people stopped and stood proud and high, weapons sharpened and pointed towards the sky in waiting. "King" was the first word she spoke our language rolling off her tongue like nectar sweet and smooth.
"Why are you here forest" T'Challa said as the warriors weapons rose and with a wave of her hand her people stayed still even though T’Challa’s warriors were at the ready, as if she controlled the situation. Complete loyalty and nothing less from her people. Their eyes seemed to shine in waiting for her words.
"Those people come into my forest, kill my people and animals. Hurt my forest and they will pay. No blood will shed of your people if you stay in your places" and with that threat her eyes narrowed and she turned walking towards the soldiers.
Her head high and chest pushed out looking like a true warrior. Her clothing flowed from her body like smoke seeming meaningless to her and it most likely was. A thick pelt hung from her shoulders and with a wave it was removed and a spear placed into her hand awaiting outstretched hand.
I watched her people still then the drumming began as they yelled out words not native to my ears. As their feet hit the ground it shook with the vigor and terror of them. No one moved as if in a trance and when I tried I couldn’t. They simply ran through the soldiers seeming effortless, her weapon was thrown and caught without so much as a bead of sweat coming from her skin. Her people slaughtering as though these soldiers were nothing more then pests needing to be dealt with and in their eyes im sure all they were, were pests. The fighting didn't last long as the soldiers stopped running and turned heel, screaming and orders being shouted. With a loud roar from the Warrior and a twist of her spear animals began to run after the soldiers jumping onto their backs like second nature and continuing their plunder. No soldier was left standing once they ended and the animals began to clean up the mess like nothing had happened and it was now a collected feast.
She walked back to us blood dripping from her hands and nodded speaking "No death for your people and revenge for mine. Goodbye King" her voice made my muscles begin to work again as her and blood soaked warriors returned to the forest with her following close behind and my heart jumped like she did to that beast.
Warnings: yeah, serious SPOILERS for BLACK PANTHER, Y/N is T’Challa’s other sister - obviously POC
The Jabari had separated themselves from the other four tribes long ago. They were the lone tribe not to join Wakanda, under the leadership of the first Black Panther. Instead, they went off into the mountains and built their own homes there – secluded from the rest of Wakanda. The Jabari stayed that way, secluded that is, and it allowed them to closely follow the way of those who came before them.
So, it was not until your brother’s coronation ceremony, that anyone even truly saw a member of the Jabari. Even you, a princess in your own right hadn’t seen them, despite your decades on Africa’s soil and your work as a Wakandan diplomat.
It had been M’Baku, the current leader of the Jabari, with several of his closest warriors. The Jabari Lord was a mountain of a man, so obviously a descendant of the mountain dwellers. He was as large and tall as his home, but with a rugged handsomeness too, that you hadn’t quite expected when you thought of someone called the ‘Great Gorilla’.
It was unfortunate that his attractiveness had then been marred by the words he had spewed. He spoke of disgrace, calling the Wakandan people traitors to their traditions. The ‘Great Gorilla’ had then shouted that your sixteen-year-old sister was not appropriate in spirit, that Shuri did not adhere to the traditions, and as such she should not be in charge of the advancements of Wakanda.
M’Baku then challenged T’Challa for his kingship, sending a roar of discontent through the watching crowd. The two men had battled for a what seemed like an age, both gaining several wounds and gashes to their bodies. They pushed closer and closer to the cliffside, teetering on the very mouth of the waterfall, before T’Challa forced M’Baku to concede – if only to ensure he lived to govern his people another day. M’Baku took his defeat like a true warrior, nodding to the king in belligerent respect before he was escorted back to his mountain by his warriors.
His dark eyes didn’t catch yours, but yours were firmly planted on his form until he was out of sight.
It seemed after T’Challa’s coronation, your brother’s life became as confusing and busy as it had after your father’s death. He was called away with Okoye and Nakia almost as soon as he had taken his throne. Taking Nakia, his ex-girlfriend, on a mission had made Shuri and yourself giggle, seeing as she had an odd power to unwittingly make T’Challa freeze in his actions when the two were in close proximity. The two of you provided mission assistance from the safety of Shuri’s lab in Wakanda, and everything was fine until your brother brought home ‘another broken white man’, also known as Agent Ross of the American CIA.
Shuri had commented slyly, “Perhaps he is starting a collection.”
“A pretty weird collection, but then again he needed a hobby.” You had quipped back quickly, before the two of you began working on your separate projects.
The issues hadn’t ended with the ‘broken white man’ though, in fact it only seemed to get worse. A man, who called himself Eric Killmonger, arrived with the dead body of Klaue – the man wanted for his crime in your country, that T’Challa had attempted to bring in during his mission. Eric spoke in an American accent, but proved himself to be of Wakandan blood, even revealing his parentage to be that of royalty.
It seemed your cousin had come home to Wakanda.
He immediately called for ritual combat, a chance to take the throne. Your heart had stopped at his words and was only awakened again (at a frightening speed) when he won. Killmonger had flung your older brother from the cliffside, and Nakia shepherded what was left of your family away, taking you to safety with Agent Ross, as she knew your lives were in danger if you had stayed.
She led you all up into the mountains, to seek sanctuary with the Jabari people.
M’Baku had lounged on his throne, making ill-timed jokes and commentary until he was offered the powers of the Black Panther. Nakia had stolen away the very last heart, watching as Killmonger apparently burned the rest of them. Your mother, the former queen Ramonda, had begged for M’Baku’s help, explaining (with pain oozing from her very soul) that her son had been killed. These words stirred M’Baku, and he ordered you all to follow him.
Pulling away a piece of heavy cloth, he revealed a sight most unexpected. Clinging to what was left of his life, and hidden under a blanket of snow, was T’Challa.
Nakia returned his gifts, in hopes it would return him to the living. Then you all kneeled over him, chanting the rituals words that you had witnessed only days before, ensuring he had contact with the ancestors before his return to this earthly plane. T’Challa did return, and you all wept in happiness.
Later, you thanked M’Baku for his actions. He gave you a look, which you would never reveal but sent shivers through your very being. “I did what was right, no thanks are necessary.”
Your family began to argue over the next actions to take, but it was ultimately decided that you were all going to take back Wakanda, by force if you had to.
The effort hadn’t gone over too well, with the border tribe backing Killmonger and only a few of the king’s guards on yours. At least until M’Baku arrived, with his warriors. They held back those who’d been ordered to kill T’Challa, with the Dora Milaje by their side. It felt like ages, but in the end; your side was victorious. Afterwards, T’Challa told you of Eric’s last wish – he got to see a Wakandan sunset, like his father had always wanted.
“In light of everything that’s occurred, I think it wise to send an ambassador to the Jabari.” T’Challa was sitting casually upon his throne, in a weekly meeting with his council, of which he asked for your attendance. You were suspicious, as usually he preferred you not to be in attendance – not after you threatened to ‘throw down’ when it had been suggested that the council set up a partner for your eventual marriage.
“I agree,” The river tribe lord spoke, “They have proven to be our allies, I say we welcome them into our politics with open arms. The past is the past.”
Ramonda, your mother, agreed, “The Jabari should not be isolated, they should be a part of Wakandan councils.” There were murmurs of agreement.
“However, the Jabari should have the choice to accept an ambassador into their homes, as well as the decision to be involved in our politics.” The lady of the mining tribe inserted, making a good point, “They will not accept us making such verdicts for them.”
T’Challa nodded, resting his fingertips to his lips as he thought through the words spoken. You could practically see him thinking, and then reaching his conclusion. It disturbed you at how quickly he came to such decisions. Though, perhaps T’Challa had already thought this through? Your eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Since Shuri and Nakia are already away, I suggest we send Y/N.” What? T’Challa’s eyes teased you slightly, but they still held a seriousness inside them. He was being truthful, “She already has had contact with the Lord M’Baku, and there is no one I trust more than my own sister.”
Your slack mouth snapped shut, all the kind words in the world wouldn’t sway you. You, live on a mountain? In the cold? “My King…”
“I think it a wonderful idea,” Your own mother agreeing? “Y/N, you are capable and diplomatic, no matter your own opinions on such matters.”
The remainder of the council nodded in agreement. The lady who headed the merchant tribe spoke then, “I put forward we send Princess Y/N to the Jabari. She can then offer them the choices we have discussed today, and remain there if Lord M’Baku agrees.”
T’Challa interrupted, “An escort will be needed, as well as a way to ensure Y/N has direct communication with us.”
It turned out, that those two things were easily sorted out, because you were at the gates of the Jabari tribe within the next day. Behind you was a member of the Dora Milaje, whom had been your personal guard for most events throughout your adulthood. The two of you were stopped at the gates by a guard, “What do you want?” His tone was gruff, but you weren’t offended; it was his duty, after all.
“We seek a council with Lord M’Baku,” Your words were clear and calm.
The guard eyed you warily but let you in. You were led to a familiar throne, M’Baku again lounging on it, looking the epitome of casual. Bowing, you announced yourself, “Lord M’Baku, I am Princess Y/N of-”
The Great Gorilla cut you off, “I know who you are. Why are you here?” He eyed you as if expecting another sudden call for aid.
“My king has asked me to come to you and offer the Jabari myself, as an ambassador of Wakanda. The king asks the Jabari to become involved in Wakanda councils, as the decisions made there can affect the Jabari.” You went on to explain fully the idea behind your sudden arrival.
M’Baku looked only vaguely interested but listened either way. When you were done, he muttered something to the guard to his left, who briskly walked out. “I will allow you to remain here, to be an ‘ambassador’, for one month. It is a probationary position. We will see if you are worth our time, after that.” You lifted your palm to stay your guard, who had stood straighter at the thinly veiled insult. “Limited uses of your ‘technology’ are to be used. We adhere to our traditions here, Princess.” The Gorilla watched you and your guard carefully, observing her hand tightening on her staff, and you realised that he was testing you both.
Your head tilted in understanding and acceptance, though your eyes glinted with a challenge. “Wakanda thanks you, my Lord M’Baku.” Yes, that was diplomatic.
M’Baku’s lips twitched, in an attempt to smother his amusement. “A room had been prepared for you.” It was a dismissal, but it wasn’t a rude one.
The Jabari ended up being both curious and closed off, an odd combination if any. They eyed you and your technology, but kept their distance. Instead, most of your time was spent with the Jabari warriors and their king. You learned from the warriors, as their skills and fighting styles were different to those taught to you in Wakanda.
M’Baku often joined to watch you end up on your back, laughing heartily at your failures. To be fair, though, you’ve never been much of a warrior. At some point he decided to teach you moves that would work more with your height and body type. His guards watched the two of you diligently, ensuring you were not going to harm their king. “…Then, bring your arm up.” His hands were large and warm against your skin.
Slowly, you mimicked the motions, “Like this?” You did the move again, but faster.
He nodded, impressed with how quickly you were picking up what he taught you. “In battle, you would be dead. You must move even faster to survive.”
Your eyes struggled to not roll, “In battle I have my blasters, and a variety of tech to save my ‘slow’ body.”
M’Baku grunted, seeming to ignore your argument. The guard closest to you looked to be smiling, but you couldn’t be too sure as M’Baku’s hulking body removed him from your sight. “Do the move again.”
When the month came to a close, you felt you had not accomplished much with the Jabari. Assuming that you’d find yourself back in Wakanda by the next morning, you began to pack away the items you’d decorated your temporary room with. You were packing up some carvings a few sweet (and uncaring) Jabari children had made for you, when M’Baku asked to enter your room. You consented.
“You plan to leave?” There was an attempt to hide his unhappiness at such news, but you saw it either way.
“I assumed that you would no longer need me here, Lord M’Baku.” The next item into your bag was the pair of boots Shuri had sent to you from California. They were what she called ‘Ugg’s’, which you assumed was short for ‘ugly’ – they weren’t repulsive, but they did look rather plain to you. “You seem reluctant to even talk about the benefits of Wakandan technology, and your people reflect your distaste.” Next, was a beautiful painting of you, done by the children with paints made from pigments found in their mountain. It had one eye bigger than the other, but it was still dear to you. “I was supposed to talk with you about upcoming legislation, but you thwart any discussions of politics I try to bring up.”
M’Baku’s silence ended at those words, “Fine.” You thought him to be acquiescing to your leave, but he surprised you. “If you’ll stay, I will consider it all.”
If you stayed? Why would he consider it, if you stayed? You met his intense eyes, and there you saw an emotion that you hadn’t even considered to ever be there. Desire, longing, something very close to wanting… “Lord M’Baku…” What could you say? That you didn’t return his feelings? You couldn’t, because you definitely did. That it wasn’t appropriate? It was, you were a princess and him a lord, it was a most appropriate match. That you were scared? You were, but your mother always told you that most adventures in life came with a fair amount of fear.
He didn’t give you more time to talk yourself out of anything, “Will you stay?”
“I… yes.”
M’Baku smiled, “I’ll expect to see you tomorrow morning, I’ll be calling a meeting.”
This is a series. I don’t know how many parts yet. I have two done so far. I am in graduate school and working so part 3 and on will not be within these next two weeks lol But part 2 will be!
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Summary:
This series takes place over 20 years of friendship between M’Baku and Gugu a chubby warrior who is stubborn and drives M’Baku wild.
No warnings. I did try to incorporate Xhosha so that translations are at the bottom!
Any feedback will be great. Enjoy!
1998
“Phuma! Phuma!”
“No thank you, I like it in here”
“Come on out little one, you mustn’t hide from me”
“Can I go play with M’Baku?! Please, papa? Please!” The young girl yelled sneaking out from her secret but not so hidden hiding spot. The 8-year-old was still dressed in her night clothes and was pouting for the whole world to see. Looking around the room for her clothes, Kano grabbed the little girl by her arms and ushered her into the bathroom.
“No, you have healing training today. You ain’t playing with that boy. Now get dressed and I will ask if M’Baku can watch a movie with you if his princely duties are done.” Kano shook his head at his daughter and closed the door.
“You ain’t playing does not sound correct baba! You said not to say ain’t!” She complained from the other side of the door.
Kano knocked on the door, but it did not open.
“Kano, she is only 8 and she wants to play with the other kids and fight with M'Baku, just let her be. Please.” Kano stared at his wife and his faced turned into a scowl as he tried to think of a reason his 8-year-old should be a healer instead of a warrior.
Too quickly the 8-year-old opened the door and zoomed past both of her parents. Before Kano could think his wife, Mara ran after the little troublemaker.
“Gugu! Stop running right now”
“Baku! Baku! Baku!” Squealing as she ran away from her parents she called out to the 10-year-old young prince, who jumped out from behind a statue and began to run after her.
“Mara stop! Stop my love” Kano grabbed his wife’s arm and held her close. “You are pregnant, and our daughter wants to be a warrior, remember? Let the child run around for now. You are too far along to be doing this.” Kano held his heaving wife and she laughed watching her daughter and the sneaky little prince run around their quarters.
“I swear that girl will be the end of my nerves,” Mara leaned into Kano and sighed.
“Ndiyakuthanda.”
Kano kissed her temple and began to lead her to the kitchen, “Yonke yam intliziyo”
M’Baku waved his staff through the air, demonstrating the new spinning technique he learned in his training. Gugu watched him with excitement tried to remember what he was teaching her but it was early enough to be morning but late enough for an early nap. She stayed up all night reading her picture books and trying to read some of the healing manuals but it bored her.
“Baku! Stop spinning and come read this book with me or oh I know! Let’s play a game!”
Gugu ran off to get the chessboard one of the tribal elders gave her. She finally learned how to play it correctly, well not really but she knew M’Baku was bad at it and that was all she cared about.
“Gugu, I do not like Chess. Here” M’Baku extended his hand to help her up but she ignored him.
She put the chessboard on the floor in front of them and emptied the pieces. “There I am the white ones. Get this setup Baku, I can only play, not remember where I put them.”
Gugu watched with wide eyes as M’Baku set up the chess board, she was determined to beat him or come close to it. He beat her at everything and while she was taller than most of the girls and boys in the palace, M’Baku was bigger.
“Do you think Kaby will let me be a warrior? I’ve been practicing and you teach me after school today”
“It’s taught, not teach and he told you, it’s up to your baba. Now go first”
“It’s not fair, I am strong right? I could beat you if I tried, right?”
“I don’t know Gugu, now please take your turn”
“How come you teach me then?”
M'Baku was getting annoyed. He didn't want to play this game and she made him but now she won't even play it.
“It's taught and because you are my favorite friend and you asked me to, now take your turn!”
“Don’t scream at me M’Baku, you stupid giant!”
“Don’t scream at me Gugulethu! You stupid little girl!”
“I’m not little, I'm big and strong and I could beat you! Ukuphazamisa zam iimvakalelo!” Gugu crossed her arms and stomped her left foot twice. M’Baku never the one to give in crossed his arms and let out a big huff.
“Say sorry and then I’ll say sorry,” M’Baku said uncrossing his arms.
“No! Go back to your part of the palace your ugly highness.”
Gugu stood up and started to pack up her chess set as fast as she could. Huffing the whole time. M”Baku stood up as well and watched her pack up her belongings and storm out of the playroom. She was too tall for an 8-year-old and had the chubbiest cheeks.
“Ingcambu” M’Baku though aloud, repeating the words his mother use whenever Gugu showed up to the door asking for him.
M’Baku walked back to his quarters, bored, lonely, and raging. He was too busy thinking of all the ways to get Gugu back that he didn’t realize his father was right in front of him. M’Baku crashed into the royal giant that is his father and began to hug his waist, once he got his balance back.
“Such a stupid little girl, always storming off, always want it her way! She never listens to me and she always forces me to play stupid thinking games and read her stupid picture books. I’m a big boy baba, not a little kid and all she ever does is act like a little child!” M’Baku all but yelled as his father rubbed his back.
“M’Baku?”
“Yes, baba?”
“Who are you speaking of? Surely, it is not my daughter. Your sister?”
“No baba it’s Gugu! And she keeps calling you Kaby instead of the king! Make her be nice to me!”
M’Kabo rolled his eyes and peeled M’Baku off of his waist. He guided his abnormally tall son over to the corner and sat him down. M’Baku was growing, and he wouldn’t be done anytime soon. M’Kabo pressed his son to his side and they sat like that in silence for about another minute before M’Kabo stood up.
“Ungumyeni wakho womhlobo”
“I know”
“She is your favorite friend Bak”
“I know”
“She is the only one who calls you Baku” M’Kabo sung teasing him.
M’Baku gave him a small smile that disappeared quickly, but not quickly enough, “I know”
“Ungumyeni wakho womhlobo”
“I know baba”
“Ngoko wenze njengalo”
“I do!”
“Are you yelling at me?”
“Uxolo” M’Baku dropped his head and tears began to fall. It was all too much, his training, his princely duties, being a big brother, being a good son, have only 1 friend who was pushy and did not let him lead, just too much for one 10-year-old boy to handle.
“Kuza, let us go for a walk and clear your mind and possibly stop and get some of that ridiculously sweet American hot chocolate you love so much hm?” M’Kabo held out his arms and his oldest child gave him a hug and began leading the way.
“Awukwazi ukulawula imfazwe M’Baku unokukunceda ke ngoko ukuba bayayidinga”
M’Baku didn’t look up at his father, he knew he was right. He opened the doors to the palace and lead his father outside into the snow-covered mountain.
TRANSLATIONS
Phuma=Come out (go out/ get out)
Ingcambu = pinch/pinchable
ukuphazamisa zam iimvakalelo= you hurt my feelings
Ungumyeni wakho womhlobo= She is your friend son
ngoko wenze njengalo= then act like it
uxolo= sorry
awukwazi ukulawula imfazwe eMbaku unokukunceda ke ngoko ukuba bayayidinga
= you cannot control a warrior (war) M'Baku you can only help then if they need it
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Organization for Transformative Works
Title: 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄
Chapter 19: The Birds of Paradise
Chapter Summary: After the sudden loss of her suppressants, Inyanga now has to contend with the Birds of Paradise. Her emotions are frayed and M'Baku's anger with her is steadfast. How long can she keep up before she breaks?
Warnings: MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat,Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU
❥Chapter Index ❥
The BoP agreed to the terms set for the meeting with surprising ease. More than one person had expected them to argue when M’Baku demanded that the meeting occur in Gorilla City instead of Birnin Zana. Although last-minute, an invitation to attend and mediate the proceedings was extended to Pack Wakanda as a show of good faith. M’Baku’s conversation with T’Challa two days ago had grated on his nerves. The other pack leader’s interest in the logistics of the meeting had been unwavering, his questions seemingly endless. It wore on M’Baku’s already waning sanity. He’d wanted every detail to be combed over—every precaution taken—so there was no chance of a conflict.
“Our packs are allied. Whatever war you start with the Birds of Paradise could affect Wakanda as a whole,” had been the reasoning used.
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Organization for Transformative Works
Title: 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄
Chapter 1: A Deal At The CrossRoads
Summary: M’Baku is an alpha that knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. His pack has survived and thrived on their traditional values and strength. When Inyanga, an independent and tenacious omega from an outside pack ends up inheriting a parcel of his land in her late brother's will, M'Baku learns that the land contains a precious family heirloom. Inyanga will do whatever it takes to keep her brother's family safe. M'Baku will do whatever he can to recover the lost heirloom. As their battle of wills comes to a head, M'Baku decides to take the easy route and take the land by force…and Inyanga along with it.
Warnings: MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat,Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU
❥Chapter Index ❥
This was seriously some bullshit. Inya usually considered herself one of the lucky ones. She had managed to break away from these kinds of stifling, patriarchal and alpha-based pecking orders that came with living in a pack. She’d even happily used that privilege to help any omegas willing to do the same; and she’s pretty damn successful at it too. Going undercover into a pack and helping people gain freedom from oppressive alphas was something that brought her peace…
But the problem with leaving a pack was that- at some point- they always caught up with you somewhere- somehow down the line. It was like the fates just couldn’t let her be.
Case in point, as she sat in the cushy conference chair watching the attorney approach, her suspicions of this being more than just a simple conversation about a legal issue was confirmed. The beta attorney had walked into the room followed closely by an alpha male that she easily recognized. The silence in the room was only disturbed by the shuffling of the chairs across from her; One became occupied by the attorney…and the other was occupied by Alpha T’Challa, Leader of Pack Wakanda.
T’Challa was not alone. Standing tall and proud at attention behind his back were two more alphas; both were female and pack enforcers. Just the presence of the three alphas' scents mixing so strongly together in this small space made Inya’s hair stand on end.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Title: 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄
Chapter 8: Prey
Summary: Plans are set in motion and the hunter finds his prey.
Warnings: MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat,Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU
❥Chapter Index ❥
Inya opened her eyes somewhere early the next morning. A quick glance showed that her vision was a bit blurry and her center of gravity felt off. But the warm body pressed against her back smelled familiar. She took a few slow deep breaths to try and center the incoordination her mind felt with her limbs. The scent of the person in bed with her slowly became recognizable.
