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Where did you get the names of the boys for tribe of our own?

I spent two hours researching Yoruba baby names! Since the Jabari speak Yoruba and not Xhosa (according to my research) I wanted the boys to all have Yoruba names with good meaning that matched their personality. I’ll be posting on what their names mean, a bit of their personality and ages etc. today. Do you like them? What would you name your children, if you had any?

Ong...I’m Nigerian, Yoruba to be exact so reading your fic made me so happy since I know the words aaaaah ! I love it

Oh my gosh, does that mean google translate works?! I’m so glad that it was correct! Thank you so much for reading!!

did you post the list of family members of tribe of our own

Not yet! I’m just putting the finishing touches on it now. It will be up in a few hours!

TRIBE OF OUR OWN - MASTERLIST

☇ New chapters posted every Friday! This post will be updated weekly. Unscheduled updates for now, I do apologize. 

CHAPTERS 

Chapter 1 - posted March 16th

Chapter 2 - posted March 27th

Chapter 3 - in progress!

Further Chapters TBA

FAMILY INDEX

❄ Prince Aremo of the Jabari

First son of Lord M’Baku and Lady Y/N

10 years old as of Chapter 1

Name means ‘heir to the throne’

Heir to the Jabari throne 

Carbon copy of M’Baku

❄ Prince Naade of the Jabari

Second son of Lord M’Baku and Lady Y/N

Eight years old as of Chapter 1

Name means ‘born into royalty’

Inherited his father’s height - he’s almost 5 feet tall 

Hides his favorite toys on the top shelf so his brothers can’t reach

❄ Prince Seye of the Jabari

Third son of Lord M’Baku and Lady Y/N

6 years old as of Chapter 1

Name means ‘honor’

Spends his free time curled up with a good book

Swears he will marry Princess Tiana. They’re meant to be - he loves frogs.

❄ Prince Mobo of the Jabari

Fourth son of Lord M’Baku and Lady Y/N

4 years old as of Chapter 1

Name means ‘freedom’

Loves the outdoors, and would rather be playing than studying.

Life ambition is to become a butterfly - or a fish. The jury is still out.

❄ Prince Tayo of the Jabari

Fifth son of Lord M’Baku and Lady Y/N

14 months old as of Chapter 1

Name means ‘boy full of happiness’

Certified Momma’s Boy ™

Never met a blueberry that he didn’t like

Chapter One.

Summary: A typical morning in the home of the King and Queen of the Jabari. M’Baku seems to be sticking with the tradition of having a child every two years - but are you willing to have a sixth child?   Pairing: M’Baku x Female Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW reference (The full on smut will start in Chapter 3!), four little mini-M’Baku’s and one Momma’s Boy toddler.  Word Count:  1.5k

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the first chapter of my new series! This first part will be mainly an introduction to the hoard of new characters and the pace of your family. I will have a reference post up soon so you can keep track of which child is which, etc. I hope you enjoy!

One has no need for an alarm clock when you’re a mother of five.

Living in the heart of Gorilla City meant your home was seated comfortably at the peak of the mountains, giving you a beautiful and unobstructed view of the sunrise each morning. You had become accustomed to waking in the middle of the night to feed a screaming child, opening your eyes each morning when the first ray of light landed on your face. And as always – the first thing you saw was your handsome husband in the utmost state of relaxation.

While you had to design and create a giant mattress for your giant lover - somehow you always ended up curled up in the crook of his elbow. Even subconsciously while he slept, your husband kept you protectively close. And while you adored his vigilant nature towards you and your family… it did make it much harder to get out of bed in the mornings.

“M’Baku… my love. Time to start our day.” you whispered, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. Instead of loosening his grip like you hoped he would, M’Baku only pulled you closer to his chest.

“Can our day not wait?” His deep baritone sent a shiver down your spine. “Better yet – can we simply stay in bed all day?” You knew there was no way you could ignore either of your duties to the Jabari, and it was much easier to sleep in before you had children.

“You and I both know that ‘staying in bed’ only results in procreation,” you chided him. The logical point you made fell on deaf ears, his free hand landing on the stretch mark on your hip. “Ah - but don’t you like the sound of that Y/N? Six is a nice, even number.”

“And what about the other five we have now? Best tend to them first before you want another.” 

M’Baku had always been eager to have a large family; it came as no surprise to you that he wanted a sixth child. It seemed every year and a half one or both of you would catch baby fever, and before you knew it your womb became home to another energetic little boy. Your sons grew more and more each day – and you did your best to provide them each with the attention and care every child needs.

“What can I do to convince you, my Queen?” M’Baku’s hand travelled south further down the length of your body, instinctively arching into his touch. His mouth was mere centimetres away from yours when he froze, giving you an apologetic smile as he scrambled to right himself.  

Your husband’s hearing was as accurate as ever. Not two seconds later did the doors of your bedroom opened with a start, a flying ball of energy landing knee-first on your husband’s chest.

“Oof! What is this, mi ọmọkunrin (my son)? A surprise attack?” Bright eyed and bushy tailed as ever, your son Mobo grinned his spacy grin at the two of you. “No, Baba! Wake up time!”

Mobo bounces in place once or twice, snatched up by two large hands and deposited in the middle of the mattress. You watch with a fond smile as the impending sense of doom registers in his dark eyes, his father’s hands digging into his sides without mercy.

“Aah! Iya (mother) ! Iya, help!” The four year old pleads, only to have you stroke your chin in mock contemplation.

“I don’t know… I hate picking sides between my boys.” Mobo’s peals of laughter are met with deep chuckles from M’Baku, blowing raspberries on your son’s belly for good measure. “Baba, stop! No more tickle monster please!”

“Oh – I suppose I could stop. The tickle monster thought he heard your stomach rumbling.” M’Baku chuckles, tugging Mobo’s sleeping shirt back into place. The poor boy was too winded to confirm or deny his father’s implication, flopping back onto your bed to catch his breath.  

“I’m sorry, Iya.” A familiar voice spoke from your doorway. “I tried to tell him not to barge in.” Your eldest son stood in the doorway, stepping inside only once you beckoned him closer.

At ten years old Aremo was on the verge of puberty, slightly more reluctant to receive affection like the rest of your children. It was only a matter of time before your darling baby boy became a cauldron of rage and hormones – and would undoubtedly grow taller than you within the next year. But that didn’t stop you from sliding out from between the sheets, meeting your son halfway for a hug.    

“It’s no trouble ololufe (sweetheart). We are having a slow start to the morning.” Your husband sat up with Mobo just in time to catch the pointed glare you shot at him. “Can you do your mother a favor and make sure these two monkeys get out of bed? You and your brothers need to be at your lessons in an hour.”  Aremo straightens and nods, moving to your side of the bed to scoop up his brother.

“All right, my love.” M’Baku finally concedes. “We will meet you in the kitchen.”

With your husband keeping an eye on two of your sons, you wrap yourself in your robe and pad across the hall to the small nursery. Upon opening the door you’re immediately greeted by the sight of your youngest son hoisting himself into a standing position in his crib with his chubby little arms.

“Iya!” He chirrups, immediately making grabby hands in your direction.

Your four other sons will flock to you whenever they scrape their knee or need a comforting hug - but otherwise worship the ground their father walks on. Little Tayo has remained the only true Momma’s Boy, excited to see you every morning and always wanting to be around you.

“Good morning my beautiful boy!” You scoop him into your arms with a flourish. “Are you ready to go see Baba and your brothers?” Tayo was still too little to fully understand everything people said to him, but the words ‘Baba’ and ‘brothers’ were familiar enough.

“Baba!” He repeats, leaning eagerly in the direction of the open door. “Oh no - not so fast! First we have some duties to attend to here.” You carefully move your little boy onto the changing table, a little pout identical to your own staring back up at you.

“Boo.” Tayo huffs glumly. “I feel the same way, my boy.”

                                         Ten minutes later you stood at the island of your kitchen, Tayo peacefully picking at his tray of blueberries. He didn’t need the extra protein you had prepared for the rest of your family, scattering an array of fruit atop yogurt and granola clusters in their bowls. Now that Mobo had reached the age where he could attend morning lessons, you were finally at the point where you could achieve some peace and quiet in your household.

- Some.

“Hurry along, boys!” Tayo perked up at the sound of his father’s voice. “Iya has breakfast waiting for you!” M’Baku’s voice is followed quickly by the man himself, ushering his dressed sons along. An overlap of morning greetings accompanied your children, each taking their favorite place at the table.

“Is that everyone?” You ask your husband, who bent down to give Tayo’s little cheeks a kiss. “Yes my love, that is everyone.”

Aremo was already downing the contents of his glass of milk. Naade still appeared to be half asleep. Mobo was happily accepting one of the blueberries that Tayo offered, while M’Baku began to pass out the bowls of yogurt.

That added up to five boys total, leaving two chairs empty. It seemed you were the only one who noticed there was still someone missing for breakfast.

“Baba?” You giggled. “I do believe you’ve forgotten someone.” The gears in his head began to churn while he set the bowls down, counting his sons down on one hand. Aremo came first, then Naade, and then the major oversight on his part.

“Oh no,” he groaned, hurrying as fast as he dared back down the hallway. “Seye? It’s time to get up!” While your husband tried to wrangle your middle child away from one of his books, you set the remainder of the table and joined your family.

“Eat up everyone.” You encouraged, scooping up an adult sized clump of granola and chewing loudly. Maybe if you crunched hard enough you would be able to solve the problem plaguing your mind.

Would your family be able to handle a sixth child?

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