#Ahkmenrah x Original Character

[stellarembers]

solstice and ahkmenrah

german shepard energy and golden retriever energy, sun x moon, best friends to lovers dynamic

#night at the museum #ahkmenrah #natm fandom #natm #night at the museum 3 #artists on tumblr #rami malek #oc #oc art #original character #i am so not normal about them #i love them so much #i can't cope #sun x moon #best friends to lovers

[practically-an-x-man]

Ooh, angel, maleficent and museum for the wip list asks!

Ahhh so sorry I didn't get to this earlier! I honestly wasn't expecting any asks for the wip ask thing, I'm currently on a band trip so I'm typing this from my phone in a hotel lmao

"Angel" is the nickname for my fic A Love Once New. I'd link it, but I have no idea how to do that from a mobile browser like this, so just go to my pinned post and you'll see it. It was one of my first X-Men fics, started about two years ago, and now it's over 200k words. I have a feeling it's because it stars my all-time favorite character: Mr. Warren Worthington III of Archangel fame, of course. I will admit, some of the writing towards the beginning is maybe a little choppy, since it's older, but it improves drastically as you move along.

"Maleficent" is the nickname for a fic idea I have for a story set after the events of Maleficent: Mistress of Evil. Maleficent isn't actually the main character: Borra is, alongside an OC I created named Sable. I started writing the first few chapters a while ago, deleted that, rewrote a bit of the first chapter, and haven't touched it since. I still plan to write it, though! It'll jump back between the present and Borra's childhood, and I'm eager to write Sable's side of the story... It's pretty unique, I think. But since it's a smaller fandom and a WAY underappreciated character, I've kinda been holding off on really writing it. I think my next one is going to be a Bullet Train fic (based on the poll I did a week or so ago), since people seemed to pull towards that one a little more and I crave feedback lol

"Museum" is the nickname for another currently-running fic of mine, Who Waits Forever Anyway? Same thing as before, typing this on my phone so just go to my pinned post if you want the link. It's set shortly before Night at the Museum 3, and travels through the movie before eventually moving into a bit of my own plot. And maybe a sequel... but we'll get to that. It's mainly centered on Ahkmenrah and my OC Katherine, but I've introduced a TON of Egyptian history and mythology that wasn't present in the original movies. I... have gone a little feral with this one. Or really I go feral with all of them, I tend to get really invested in what I write

(and friend can I let you in on a little secret? These may not be your fandoms but I have ideas for Loki, Bucky Barnes, and the Moon Knight boys too, they're just hidden in my writing masterlist right now. If you'd like to ask about any of them, since I know you write for them too, I'd be happy to talk to you about those too! I actually have a ton of ideas that I haven't put in separate documents yet)

#my friends!!! #answered asks #fanfic #my writing #fanfic author #my ocs #ask game

[alottanothing]

Left to Ruin: Chapter Sixteen

Summary: The pharaoh Ahkmenrah takes his new queen with ample celebration. Nouke learns of the struggles laid out in her new path.  

Previous Chapters

Word Count: 9684

Warnings: 5K PLUS WORDS OF WEDDING NIGHT SMUT. You younglings stay away, (18+ only)!! Why am I so thirsty? Seriously this chapter is the longest one in the whole story because I’m a thirsty hoe.

Tag List:  @xmxisxforxmaybe​, @r-ahh-mi​, @theultraviolencefan​, @hah0106​, @rami-malek-trash​, @diasimar​, @sherlollydramoine​, @flipper-kisses​, @ivy-miranda-2390​, @txmel​, @sunkissedmikky​, @concentratedsassandcandy​, @babyalienfairy​, @edteche2​ (Let me know if I missed you, or if you would like to be added to the tag list)

A/N:  I-uh-sorta went feral with this one. I got my feet wet writing smut a few chapters ago and with this one I straight up jumped into the deep end. Hopefully you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, thank you so much for your comments and reactions! I adore you all! Once again as a disclaimer, I am not an ancient Egyptian expert and google only knows so much. So yeah, I took so historical liberties while writing this to make my life easier, but tried to keep it as “authentic” as possible

When Nouke stepped out into the hall with Setshepsut at her side, dripping from head to toe in finery, she did so with a new wave of confidence, using every perfect step as a moment to reflect. Her childhood was spent roaming the very halls in which she strode, wearing shoddy garb, ignored, and expected to serve men and women greater than herself. She’d come so far from the life of servitude she was born into. Now, Nouke walked freely, poised on a higher tier than a princess. Her rags were replaced with riches: adorned in fine linen and gold—she was someone no one could ignore.

Servants and nobles alike bowed to her as they passed, the crown on her head a sign of the status she would soon carry—its weight a reminder as well. Every piece of her history and the shimmering future laid before her was difficult to wrap her head around, but it thrilled her nonetheless.

Before another surge of hesitance could claw into the pit of her stomach, Nouke cast a studying glance to Setshepsut, watching the elegant way she carried herself. Her inherent grace was much like her brothers, especially when he turned on his pharaoh act. Every line in her body was straight but not rigid. Her posture was precise but comfortable; with her shoulders squared and her chin held just high enough to resonate a calm authority, she was regal without seeming arrogant.

Every step was weightless and fluid like a leaf on a breeze; Nouke walked as though she had rocks tethered to her feet. It took effort to stifle her frown, suddenly overcome with the desire to replicate the casual sophistication.

The chance she could master a paralleled radiance before they reached the council chamber was nil. Too straight of a posture would come across as stringent, and if she angled her chin even a fraction too high, she would surely come off as snobbish: two factors Nouke was keen to avoid.

With some luck and a large amount of diligence, Nouke knew she would be able to find that middle ground on par with the likes of Setshepsut and the rest of her family. Until then, Nouke made a vow to herself to stay calm and mimic Set’s gentle smile, hoping she did not look as foolish as she felt. 

When they reached the set of double doors, Setshepsut took the liberty of opening them herself. The council room was longer than it was wide and decorated with statues of the most important gods. Shelving ran along the wall to her right, housing scrolls of papyrus and other idols. At the rooms center was a long wooden table, which was already filled with a sea of unfamiliar faces.

A sense of panic consumed Nouke when each of the foreign faces turned to appraise her with varying expressions she had trouble reading. To a degree, she expected to be met with a cold welcome. To them, she was a filthy servant—a witch—who seduced their noble pharaoh into giving her a seat in the monarchy. Most of them probably wouldn’t believe her if she confessed to not wanting the crown; she just wanted Ahk.

In spite of the scrutiny, Nouke held her resolve, unwilling to let them upset her. Ahkmenrah chose her to be his queen. She had nothing to prove to them except, possibly, how much love she possessed for the pharaoh: that she would most willingly prove for the rest of her life.

Uninterested in catering to so many probing expressions, Nouke scanned the faces until she found Shepseheret at the furthest end, happily seated next to Maketaten. A grin broke through her protective mask of indifference as she found her mother dressed in finery befitting a noble. She looked so young and healthy the vision was almost enough to fill Nouke’s eyes with joyous tears, but she fought them, not wanting to ruin her makeup.

Beyond them, Merenkahre stood looking calm and pensive, harboring the same confident air Nouke needed to master.

Without a word, Setshepsut ambled prettily around the table to take the empty seat next to a handsome young soldier, leaving Nouke alone in the open space between the head of the table and the wall of shelves. The loss of her closeness triggered more panic to manifest, causing the rhythm of her heart to increase and a lump to build in her throat.

Instantly her mind and her eyes searched the room for a way to remedy the sudden wave of anxiety, wondering if she should join them at the table or wait for instruction. 

Just as she was starting to feel faint from holding her breath, everyone who was seated stood.

The abruptness startled Nouke with a gasp, and before she could follow their gaze to find an answer, Ahkmenrah twined his fingers with hers, throwing her a blinding, toothy smile. 

“Hello, my love,” he said proudly.

His presence easily allayed her unease and suddenly, Nouke felt weightless.

“Hi,” she replied with a dreamy exhale, her awe prompting his lips to curl into a grin until laughter lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes.

“If we now may proceed, my king?” Merenkahre cleared his throat to gain their attention.

There was the slightest hint of an adoring smile playing on the former pharaoh’s lips. No more was his face a mask of dutiful indifference; there was sincerity in his tone and eyes that was a welcomed sight. Perhaps she wouldn’t have to win his approval after all.

“Yes, father,” Ahkmenrah said with a respectful nod.

Merenkahre returned the gesture and took a single step to place himself between his wife and Maketaten.

“In following tradition, marriage contracts are usually written by the fathers of the young man and young woman. However, we must offer our condolences to our soon to be queen and her mother. Ramentukah was a loyal soldier under my reign and a good man.”

The room collectively bowed their heads in a show of respect—a moment of silence that was bittersweet.

“Thusly,” Meren began again. “I thought it more appropriate, that in this circumstance, the mothers scribe this agreement.”

Merenkahre stepped back into his previous place as Shepseheret and Maketaten stood, both smiling.

“Ahkmenrah. Anuksamun. I speak for both of us when I say it warms my heart to see the both of you reunited,” Shep began.

Maketaten brandished a roll of papyrus and laid it on the table as Ahk’s mother continued, “The terms of this marriage are simple. It states that in the unlikely want of a break to this union, any children of royal blood will remain heirs to the throne of Egypt. The homestead of Maketaten, Ramentuka, and Anuksamun will remain their property. Until such a time, the farm's upkeep will be the responsibility of the crown to ensure its longevity.”

“Are these terms agreeable to you both?” Maketaten added.

It was absurd to even speak about the notion of their union breaking; Nouke would never surrender Ahkmenrah, and she knew beyond a doubt he would never surrender her.

“Yes,” they said in unison, causing them both to crack a smile.

A pridefully pleased grin spread over Shepseheret's face as she gathered the marriage document and brought it to their end of the table.

“Then, if you please. Make your marks, your majesties."

Nouke’s heart was hammering as she watched Ahkmenrah scribe his name; the rush of excitement made her feel faint again, and she gripped Ahk’s hand a little tighter to keep from falling. He passed her the quill with another blinding smile, and her hand was shaking so badly it took all of her focus to will it steady as she wrote her name next to her husband's.

And then, it was done. He was hers, and she was his—forever.

Merenkahre spoke then, his smile wide and sparkling, a hint of his son’s expression peeking through.

“Our honored guests, and respected councilmen. It is my pleasure to present to you the pharaoh Ahkmenrah and his Queen, Anuksamun!” 

***

While Nouke found the ceremony to officially mark her union to the pharaoh to be—in a word—underwhelming, the celebration that followed made up for the boring political fuss of signing a document in the confines of the council chamber. The moment she stepped into the great halls of the palace with her husband, the commotion of the festivities echoed through the stone walls in such a way it was difficult to pinpoint their true origin.

Sounds almost alien, bounced around in a muffled and obscured clamor that instilled Nouke with curiosity. The corridors were nearly vacant as they strode; everyone, it seemed, having been coaxed with intrigue to the cause of the sounds pulsing through the palace.

Step after fluid step, the din of celebratory excitement grew louder until the halls of the palace gave way to a large courtyard oasis. Nouke’s breath caught with thrill as she took in the unbelievable sight, the crowd gathered below the stairs she and Ahk stood atop.

Shouts of praise for their king and queen burst from the guests below, in a thunderous roar that triggered a wave of shock to freeze Nouke's movements. Were it not for the proud smile on Ahkmenrah’s lips, the number of eyes suddenly cast upon her would have been even more staggering. His heartened expression was enough to combat the fluttering of butterflies in her belly, and she smiled too.

His sparkling eyes met her with a silent question—to ask if she was ready to keep going—and she nodded. Confidence thrummed from him and into her where their hands were joined, lending her the posture she thought she would need to work at to master. With Ahk at her side, the air of casual dignity came to her with ease.

She felt a true queen at that moment as a hush fell over the crowd when they began descending the stairs. Every person fell in a wave to their knees, parting like a river through sand for them as they slowly tread past.

Ahkmenrah was the paragon of regal as he moved throughout the crowd, his crown gleaming in the burning of torchlight, his golden robes catching the breeze, and sweeping elegantly behind him. Like all those before her, Nouke too was in awe of his presence: so calm and utterly beautiful. And all hers.

When they reached their destination at the center of the grand courtyard—a raised platform of identical twin thrones—Nouke was unsure if her heart was pounding from the thrill, the nerves or simply by the way Ahkmenrah glowed at her side.

There was so much to focus on from their stage and Nouke’s eyes scanned over it all feeling breathless. It wasn’t until Ahk stole a quick kiss that her nerves settled. He proudly drew her into the warmth of his orbit, and out from the tepid eyes surrounding them. The glean in his eyes moved through her entire body, snaking and rooting into her core.

Ahk’s puckish grin spread wider, recognizing her look of want all too easily, and gave her one last peck before turning to address his still kneeling guests. 

“Rise, my loyal, most cherished friends.” Ahkmenrah’s voice bellowed with a robust, prideful vigor that immediately settled between Nouke’s thighs despite the mundane nature of his words.

With a small bereft sigh, Nouke bit her lip and steered her focus to the crowd hoping to allay the heat Ahk’s deep bravado stirred.

“Tonight, I am the happiest man in all Egypt. Fore on this night, I have the supreme honor to introduce to you, my wife.” Ahkmenrah’s glittering eyes turned to drink in her sight, holding her gaze as he spoke again, “Whose beauty could have only come from the gods themselves. She is my greatest love, and your new queen…”

He sounded breathless, completely in awe, and almost in tears when he continued, “I present, Anuksamun!”

Instantaneously a chorus resonated throughout the air, “My Queen!”

Everyone bowed before her, even Ahkmenrah bowed, murmuring a gentle, “My queen,” that curled tendrils of warmth through her body.

Nouke’s mouth hung agape as her eyes flitted over each bowed head, her heart bursting and pounding all at once, overcome with a hundred different emotions, but mostly she stood with disbelief and profound gratefulness.

With a deep breath, Nouke poised herself with all the grace and confidence she could derive from those turbulent feelings inside and prayed her voice would not crack under the onslaught of pressure.

“My lords, my ladies, my new friends. I am humbled by your praise. It is my honor to share this night with each of you.” She paused to take in another slow breath, letting her sight catch Ahkmenrah to gauge how her first official address was faring.

His eyes were wide with admiration; his lips parted and quirked into a three-point smile. The look of reverence instilled a fresh wave of courage, and Nouke continued.

“Thank you all for making the journey to celebrate with us—”

“Let the festivities commence!” Ahkmenrah declared, ceremoniously flailing his arms to the heavens with a toothy smile that put the moons silvery light to shame.

All at once, the large garden erupted with life as every manner of entertainment broke out. Music and laughter sprung up on every side, filling the air with an ample joy that mirrored the sensation buzzing in Nouke’s chest.

With the spotlight no longer on her, a grin unfurled on her face, both proud and glad their guests were suddenly too caught up in the merrymaking to pay her and the pharaoh much attention.

“That was terrifying,” she half-joked with a shaky giggle.

In a fluid movement, Ahk’s arms were around her waist, guiding her against him until nothing remained to part them.

“You, my love, are a natural,” he purred with a smirk before claiming her mouth with his.

The delicate sweep of his tongue over her lip, begging for entrance, cajoled a pleased hum from Nouke’s throat. She was only too willing to open for him--starving for his intimacy after days without it.

His kiss was all greedy tongue and skillful lips, dancing desperately against one another, tasting and worshiping, until it stole the air from their lungs, leaving them panting with desire. Warmth coiled for each of them, low in their abdomen, spurring more quiet and indecent laments to pass—muffled—between them.

It took all of Nouke’s diminishing will power not to ravish her pharaoh then and there for everyone to see. His lips curled into a devious smirk, and his eyes trailed down the deep V of her neckline with a hunger no feast could fill, gnawing his bottom lip to curb his own appetite.

She shivered, thinking he was going to indulge her lewd fantasy and christen her his queen there before all of his subjects. However, the cloud of lust dissipated as quickly as it had formed when Ahkmenrah’s family swarmed them with praise and introductions.

Nouke had only met Ahk’s older sisters once or twice in her youth. Most were married off to important husbands before she and Ahkmenrah were old enough to speak, but she did remember that they were all beautiful, kind people.

While she stumbled through each introduction, confusing names of sisters, husbands, nieces, and nephews, each welcomed her with open arms. As they caught up with their younger brother, Nouke stood at Ahk’s side, her heart swelling every time she found a piece of her husband in one of their expressions. Ahk, Set, and their oldest sister had a tendency to bite their lip before they smiled. His laugh was a perfect echo of his second oldest sister and all of them had strong jaws and expressive eyes. There was an entire repertoire of matching idiosyncrasies that made Ahkmenrah and his sister’s harmonious, and Nouke was never more delighted to be among a group of strangers.

***

Nouke was unsure how far into the night the celebration had lasted when she found herself longing for it to be over. The food and drinks continued to flow endlessly; the guests continued to dance and thrive in the convivial atmosphere without constraint. She alone seemed to beg for an end.

Sleep was far from her mind, yet the thrill of the festivities concluded when Shepseheret and Setshepsut pulled her away from Ahkmenrah, tasked with the obligation of introducing her to all the important ladies of Egypt in attendance.

The burden of duty, she thought, easily recalling each time Ahk had spoken of duty and frowned. At last, she understood. And just like her dutiful husband, Nouke wore a kind face and as regal a posture as she could manage, while her mother-in-law and sister-in-law paraded her from noble to noble.

Each woman greeted her with a respectful bow, yet not all their praise felt genuine, which made for a keenly distressing jumble of introductions and conversations. From awe to abhorrence, their lofty masks split to reveal the truth of how they saw her. Some commended her for coming from nothing, while others made it clear with only their icy tone, that the notion of a commoner queen repulsed them.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Set said in a timely fashion, just as Nouke’s anxiety was beginning to root in her bones again. The negativity and false faces were too much too quickly.

“Some of them are jealous, and some of them are upset my brother chose you over their daughters.” There was a smug quirk to Setshepsut’s lips that was enough to allay a sliver of Nouke’s malaise finding it to be a twin of Ahk’s smug simper.

Still, Nouke’s brows had difficulty not knitting together with inquiry.

“Did Ahkmen not tell you?” Set asked, her brows pulling together in a similar expression.

“Tell me what?”

Setshepsut’s features softened into a genuine, wholehearted smile, and she looked to her mother.

“When the council encouraged him to seek out a second wife, my husband sent for suitors,” Ahk’s mother explained, joining the conversation as they stood amid the sea of guests.

It should not have come as a surprise the handsome, young pharaoh would have a line of women waiting to wed him, and even though she’d married him hours prior, Nouke struggled to keep jealousy from twisting a frown onto her lips.

“Ahkmen denied them all,” Setshepsut assured her, once again swift enough to combat the nagging sensation the thought of suitors conjured. “He was already so in love with you; I'm not even sure he truly looked at any of them.”

Nouke’s smile grew firmer, “When did this all—”

“A few weeks before you showed up,” Set said happily. “It is as though the gods knew you needed one another.”

Nouke beamed, and while her words struggled to compile themselves to form a response, she knew Set was wise enough to understand that the feeling was the same.

“The gods always know what we need before we do,” Shep said in a scholarly tone, full of wisdom and warmth. “Which is why the gods blessed me with three daughters before a son. His kindness comes from all his sisters, and kindness can be just as powerful as any weapon a king could hold.”

The former queen’s sentiment was not lost on Nouke; Shepseheret's knowing expression provided enough context. Her son would always rule Egypt with a level head and no cruelty, unlike his brother.

A quiet moment passed as they idly scanned the crowd around them until Shepseheret’s elegant posture relaxed.

“I do believe we’ve met everyone.” She exhaled, releasing more of her queenly persona, looking every bit as exhausted from the charade as Nouke felt.

“I know those were a lot of names and faces, but it will spare you in the future,” Shepseheret explained, offering an apologetic smile. “It should keep them from showing up unannounced to introduce themselves.”

Nouke frowned, “They do that?”

Ahk’s sister nodded, frowning herself, looking more irritated than sad.

“Mmhm, any excuse to possibly gain more favor with the pharaoh.” Set threw a narrow-eyed glance around them. “Everyone here is not-so-secretly vying for the next-best position of power.”

Nouke’s frown pressed deeper into her features as she glanced at the party-goers through a new lens of understanding. It made so much sense suddenly—the grandeur of every detail—the frock and the praise and the forced well wishes. 

Every soul in the garden was there only for the prospect of selfish gain, be it for a seat at the pharaoh’s council or merely to nurse from the royal teat. They attended only to take whatever they could: meals and drink and entertainment when no guest in attendance ever knew a day of famine.

They owned no golden crown to mark them supreme over all, but they were mayors and governors—lords and ladies—who knew only lavishment and plentiful meals. None of them put in a day’s labor under the sun out of fear of going hungry. And still, they took what was provided freely with heedless greed.

The worst thought was that the pharaoh could do nothing but play along to ensure no offended party sought to overthrow him.

Queen for less than an evening and already the weight of it all seemed crushing.

“I’m going to find Ahk,” Nouke announced, suddenly in need of his warmth after hours of only cold faces.

“Thank you,” she added with a genuine smile, grateful to have them both to ease her into her new life.

A sickly air of melancholy swept over Egypt's new queen as she wandered the party alone, her inner thoughts a tangled web that drastically contrasted the joviality enduring around her. Nouke felt her usual spirit unexpectedly laden: overwhelmed and acutely out of place among a legion of highborn faces. Their mocking expressions could not be overshadowed by the few wholesome gazes that met her as she walked making her spirit heavier.

Every non-distracted face and sober mind bid her a bow as she maneuvered passed, each act making her wonder whether they saw a queen or a servant strolling by.

The envy was easiest to catch on the young faces of potential queens; each one of them beauties Ahkmenrah passed up to tie himself eternally to her. Nouke did garner a hint of pride at that particular thought, manifesting with a well-hidden smirk.

Nevertheless, by the time her feet carried her across the spacious garden to its center where the twin thrones sat, Nouke felt thin—like the threadbare garments, riddled with holes, she wore on her farm. She lingered a moment in the open area between the masses of guests and her throne, letting her focus slip into the distance with a deep inhale, and a slow exhale. Only after several slow, calculated breaths did her spirit find its center once more, bringing a much-needed wave of calm.

The abrupt sound of children laughing quickly stole Nouke’s focus, and the sight she found was enough to devour the remaining traces of melancholy. Instantaneously her face erupted into a grin so wide it hurt to hold. All at once, the heaviness in her heart melted into a warmth that swelled to fill her entire body with adoration. 

Upon the lordly stage, where the thrones sat unoccupied, was Ahkmenrah and a slew of his tiny nieces and nephews. All of them were laughing and smiling as their uncle playfully chased them with a mischievous smirk on his lips, his fingers outstretched and threatening to tickle them. Nouke’s heart fluttered, and tears prickled her eyes as she pictured their children running and giggling as Ahkmenrah chased them; beautiful babes with ringlets, blue eyes and smiles that rivaled the sun. What a wonderful vision.

The smallest of Ahk’s nephews let out a yelp when he scooped the boy into his arms, his cry immediately followed by a barrage of shrieks and laughs as his uncle tossed him into the air. When the pharaoh caught him, Ahk kissed the boy’s cheek before releasing him. The little boy let out another mirthful cry as his tiny legs carried him into the crowd the moment his feet met the ground. Ahkmenrah’s grin was like magic, unfurling slow, with ample affection as he watched his nephew vanish into the sea of people.

Several of the other children ran after the toddler, all carrying on with convivial squeals that somehow made the pharaoh’s grin even brighter. Only one of his nieces remained, older than most of the other kids, but still small enough to warrant her yanking on her uncle's cape to get his attention. Ahk turned his radiant smile upon her, and she matched its vibrance when he scooped her up as well, neatly tumbling backward onto the wide seat of his throne.

The little girl cackled as they expertly fell, reaching with wonderment in her eyes for the golden crown on her uncle’s head. Ahk’s smile touched his eyes as he carefully removed it and placed the headpiece on her head. Immediately it slipped past her ears and nose, causing her to giggle as she pushed it back far enough on her crown to see. She stood in Ahkmenrah’s lap, throwing her arm around his neck for a quick hug before mussing his hair.

A second later, the girl hopped from his lap with an excited squeal and ran to join the other children, her uncle's crown still on her head.

Ahkmenrah chuckled a delightful sounding bellow that shook his entire body with joy as he settled back into his throne effortlessly. He took a long swig from his goblet that was precariously perched on the wide arm of his chair, relaxing.

All at once, the warmth in her chest dripped further down, becoming something much more immodest than the virtuous affection it had been only a moment ago. Never had Nouke been so compelled to sit on someone’s lap. Seeing her husband forgoing his perfect posture for a lax slouch, legs sprawled wide in front of him, with the curls on his head an unruly mess, made her tingle and ache.

He was like poetry in motion, and all hers. 

The keenly alluring sight of her husband perched so prettily on his throne, with a hint of kingly arrogance playing around his upturned lips—brought on by the drink in his hand—was like flint on steel. Sparks stoked molten heat to spill to her core; like a pot boiling over, the wave of longing begged for attention. No routine introduction or beckon of duty was going to keep her from taking advantage of such an enticing sight. The liquid desire coursing through her veins evoked a brazen want that Nouke clung to, allowing it to bleed into her movements. Her sultry gait quickly caught the pharaoh’s attention and the moment their eyes met; Ahkmenrah's playfully arrogant smirk spread into a wide, adoring, and proud smile.

“My queen,” he purred, welcoming her into his lap gladly when she lithely perched herself there, tucking her legs at either side of him.

She swept her fingers through his unruly curls, no longer able to quell the desire to do so, before her hands came to rest at the back of his neck. A gentle hum vibrated from deep in his chest at the glide of her fingers over his scalp, and his eyes fluttered shut as he savored their feel. Just the sound was enough to prickle her touch starved skin in a wave of goosebumps.

As her fingers wove and played absently with the hair at the back of his head, the queen met her king's eyes in a gaze that transcended all others; an exchange marked with wonderment, as though the meaning of life itself was transcribed in the smoldering colors of each other’s eyes.

Nouke’s heart was beating with a familiar, anticipatory fervor; every passing moment without kissing him moved painfully slow. There were hundreds of wandering eyes, but sensibility was lost when she was under the worship of Ahk's stormy gaze. He looked upon her as though she was the only living being in the universe; a mix of awe and affection that coupled sublimely with the quirk of rascally desire on his lips.

Ahkmenrah's own aura was inherently beguiling, effortlessly eating away every rational thought until Nouke found it impossible to douse the growing fire within her, wandering eyes be damned.  

Shamelessly, she took his bottom lip between hers, teasing a brush of her tongue over the sensitive skin until Ahk welcomed the kiss with a hungry sound. Nouke leaned closer, controlling the lascivious play of his lips and tongue, purring agreeably at the delicious taste of her king's mouth under her own. 

Ahkmenrah artlessly abandoned his goblet, the clank of the chalice against the stone ground barely registered when his hands came to moor at the small of her back, and the heat of his fanning fingers consumed all her senses. He drew her closer still, the slight friction against his frame utterly divine as their kiss built with a burst of fervor. It deepened and expanded, her hands holding his jaw as their joined passion became something inevitably bigger than they both could contain. Nouke’s sober mind grew drunk with lust when his heavy breath swept over her skin; Ahk’s low gasp curling around her spine. Every sensitive part of her was tingling. She wanted him. Needed him. 

When they parted to find their breath, the blue of Ahkmenrah’s eyes was narrow; a thin ring around wide pools of black, and he blinked slowly, watching her with feline intensity.

“Are you enjoying the festivities, my love?” he asked once his breathing calmed. His tone was like velvet, warm and luxurious; a bravado that actively attempted to unravel any trace of composure she had left.

Nouke’s lips quirked into a coy smirk as she considered her answer until she decided to reply with a kiss; her words tangled in the haze of her desire. Her hands surrendered their delicate press to the edge of his jaw, blunt nails raking over the skin of his neck, mapping the jeweled wesekh and down further over the lean muscles of his torso until she found the bulge under the silky fabric of his shendyt.

The pharaoh shifted and gasped a choked sound as his eyes fluttered with mild shock, lips trembling into a grin. With a purr and a mischievous simper of her own, Nouke palmed him, the sensation of his girth twitching and growing with even the slightest touch instilled Egypt's new queen with pleasurable power no crown could ever foster.

“I am now,” she whispered against his ear, and when she flicked her tongue to taste the soft lobe, Ahkmenrah groaned.

The strain to keep his kingly resolve in front of potentially gauging eyes only made Nouke want him more. His eyes fluttered shut as she pumped him slowly, watching as he gnawed his bottom lip to combat the need to express his pleasure with a wanton cry. 

Another rampant surge of power tore through her in a wave that heightened each of her senses and dripped to her own arousal. The desire to hear every sound she could coax out of her handsome pharaoh fueled every movement. She worked down his covered length, brushing her pinky over his sensitive tip, and when he moaned, Nouke muffled it with a burning kiss. An impish grin worked onto her face while she sucked and nibbled his bottom lip until her resolve folded as her mind and senses blurred with lust.

Ahkmenrah was quick to pick up the shift in her ministrations, their kiss stealing some of her confident vigor. The distraction of his lips allowed him to gather her dress just enough for his fingers to find her heated center. Without ceremony, he glided two digits through her slick folds, and he grinned.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, his thumb sweeping quick circles over her sensitive nub with enough pressure to make her gasp.

The shock of his delicious fingers was enough to make her forget the scene around them.

“Oh! Ahk!” she bit out louder than she should have. Instantly her vision flashed white and her once preoccupied hands anchored themselves to his strong shoulders.

“Shhhh,” he admonished gently, pumping his fingers slowly and just enough to send Nouke reeling.

All rational thought abandoned her, leaving her to the mercy of her own desires and her husband's gifted fingers. Suddenly, Nouke cared little about who may have taken notice of their less than proper behavior.

Wantonly, she rolled her hips into his cupped hand, its heel providing the friction she longed for. A jolt of pleasure pulsed through her, and her walls squeezed tight around Ahk’s wide fingers, causing them both to moan.

“I do so love the intimacy of large gatherings,” he mused, watching her as she skirted around the edge of unravel, so very close to coming undone already. “Everyone is entirely too caught up in everything else to notice anything. . . peculiar.”

Nouke gasped when Ahk pressed the heel of his hand against her clit with a sweeping motion that triggered a wave of euphoria so grand his name tumbled heedlessly from her mouth again. The pharaoh pressed a finger to her lips to shush her cry, throwing her a devilish grin.

“That is, of course, if you don’t make too much noise.”

Even through her half-lidded, hazy vision, Ahkmenrah’s impish smirk was easy to make out: supremely proud of his innate ability to properly sate her.

In a rapidly diminishing moment of clarity, Nouke drew his thumb into her mouth, tongue curling around the digit, sucking and hallowing her cheeks until the act won her a groan from her husband, giving her a taste of satisfaction. 

Had she been capable of more than a solitary moment of coherent thought, Nouke would have happily gone back to teasing him, but her body was greedily playing into his game; surrendering to desire with eager desperation. Nouke released his thumb when her mouth fell open with another cry of pleasure as her hips bucked against the soft heel of his hand.

The pharaoh’s free hand moved to cradle her throat, the brush of his finger so soft. His warm lips followed his touch, trailing from her jaw to her neck, as his hand fell to palm the globe of her breast. Even through the fabric of her dress, her nipples stiffened wantonly at his contact, her head falling back, body shivering. Nouke husked out a ragged sigh, a helpless cry that wanted to be more, but he shushed her again just as gently as before. Warmth curled through her body, triggered by the timbre of his soft chide, making the muscles in her abdomen so, so tight.

“Come for me,” Ahk murmured low against her ear, his teeth grazing the soft skin of her lobe.

Nouke bit out a sharp inhale when his confident fingers began working her in earnest, steering her with precision to that heavenly peak. Another moan spilled past her lips as everything inside coiled hot, and tense and hard.

“Quiet, my love,” he warned softly, and she could hear his smile.

“Come for me, my beautiful queen,” he encouraged, hooking his fingers perfectly.

That was enough.

The velvet of his voice in her ear coupled with the feel of his hand circling the aching cluster of nerves at her center swelled until it burst, surging throughout her body like lightning from the tips of her fingers to her curling toes. Every nerve was on fire with ecstasy.

The intensity secured her to his shoulders with a white-knuckled grip, afraid she would fall. Her lips parted with rolling whimpers and tiny cries she could not contain, riding out her pleasure as quietly as she could will herself to do.

“Perfect…” Ahkmenrah marveled, completely beguiled by the sight of her undoing.

When the waves of her pleasure shifted into small tremors of aftershock, Ahk withdrew his fingers, leaving Nouke suddenly bereft. She whined on account, blinking slowly until her vision came back to her.

Despite the threat of wandering eyes, Ahkmenrah pushed each slick digit into his mouth, indecently sucking and licking them clean, his expression utterly smug.

Little by little, the entirety of Nouke’s senses returned to her; the lusty haze dissipating enough for her to lay her focus on her handsome husband who was ogling her with playful arrogance.

Immediately she cursed herself for allowing Ahk to get the upper hand. He ruled every night they spent together—not that she minded; Ahkmenrah was an attentive, generous lover. However, Nouke felt it more than fair she got a chance to be smug, to send him reeling. No longer could he hold over her the guise of the powerful pharaoh who did as he pleased. She was a queen, and she was going to prove it.  

Nouke shifted in his lap, a sly gambit to test the state of his arousal. She licked her lips feeling his hard length beneath her; the peak of her tongue making Ahk’s lewd smirk grow. Nouke matched his arrogant grin, and the change in her body language sent a devious twinkle into Ahkmenrah’s lust dark eyes.

Before he could, Nouke kissed him, pushing her lips on his with prurient vigor stemming from the irresistible need to be the master of his undoing. The phantom feel of his fingers inside her encouraged her movements, her wet center grinding against his clothed cock. A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest.

“Shhh,” she admonished teasingly.

Nouke grinned when his blunt fingernails pressed into her hips in an attempt to quiet his own cries as her body continued to roll against him. She kept her hands at either side of his face to hold him where she wanted, controlling every movement of their kisses.

Ahk’s tongue was warm and velveteen like his voice, the inside of his mouth damp and hot, and when he made another low groan, it wound around her with warmth. Ravenous need began to whirl and tighten deep in her belly once more, and for a moment all traces of playfulness was scoured away leaving only breathless need.

Nouke willed herself to focus, breaking their kiss long enough for the haze to settle, carding her fingers through his dark hair as she met his eyes. They were half-lidded and sparkling—the blue-gray she loved nearly consumed by black. The more or less smug twist on his kiss swollen lips did well to lend Nouke a rational thought: a reminder not to let him win the game again so quickly.

Once more, her hips rolled against his pulsing length, coercing soft hums and groans past his lips in a beautifully soft fanfare that worked between Nouke’s thighs as she fought off a cry of her own. She tugged his bottom lip with her teeth before moving to the heavenly angle of his jaw, her tongue tasting its sharp edge from his chin to the soft skin behind his ear.

Ahk inhaled sharply, his mouth falling open as her name spilled heedlessly off his tongue in a tone too loud to be a whisper. His hips bucked in helpless abandon, arousing another strangled moan deep in his chest, and Nouke stopped.

The pharaoh’s breath hitched at the unexpected end to her ministrations, and the sudden loss of her body against his prompted a whimper. Nouke reveled at the sight of his blinking, wild eyes searching her face for an explanation while she nonchalantly took her time re-situating her gown and jewelry.

Right where I want you, she thought, stretching her legs to allow blood to flow.

Her husband was still blinking, looking profoundly bereft and confused when she threw him a coy smirk. A flash of her tongue to tease and wet her lips caused him to swallow—hard—and his mouth fell open, as though he wanted to speak.

All Ahk managed, however, was another choked whine.

Nouke held his gaze for only a moment before turning without a word, ambling into the crowd with an air of mystery she knew would see him venturing after her—once he’d calmed himself down first. 

This time, as the new queen strolled through the mass of party guests, her spirit was buzzing with a puckish charm that carried her feet across the garden in a buoyant stride leaving her oblivious to any mask of disdain thrown her way.

It wasn’t long before she found a vacant corner, free of guests and guards; a quick discovery that made Nouke smirk. Ahkmenrah was right, there was a certain level of solitude that correlated to large gatherings, and she was abundantly grateful.

The sounds of celebration faded into the distance as the fervent beat of her heart grew more prominent in her ears. Only a few minutes passed, but Nouke was impatient. Every nerve in her body was aching to finally have Ahkmenrah buried deep inside of her; ready to feel that coiling spring snap for a second time as she was lost in the feel of him.

However, neither she nor her husband would know that satisfaction until he paid for what he’d done; defiling her proudly and publicly—the perfect justification to have her way.

The moment he found her leaning against the high stone wall; Ahk's eyes devoured her. Nouke recognized the look of animalistic need on his face—she felt it in herself—and the second he stepped into her orbit, heat pulsed to her core. Hastily, she clenched her thighs in an attempt to deter her own want.

Make him yours, she reminded herself.

But Ahkmenrah’s hands and mouth were already on her. He pressed her against the wall with avid hunger and a low, sensual growl that was almost enough to steal the teasing Nouke had in mind. The pharaoh was so decadent and rich to taste—a nectar that was so sweet; it made her feel helpless each time his kiss was deep and full of passion. It took all of her will power not to drown in the luxuriousness of his tongue and mouth.

 “I do not like seeing you walk away from me like that,” he scolded, his pouty upper lip close enough to brush against hers as he spoke.

The bass note of his voice dropped sinfully low, and the lascivious fire in his eyes was difficult to look away from. His words prompted a chill to work down her spine as he pinned her harder against the wall.

Slowly, a familiar haze began to cloud her mind when his warm lips seared a line of wet kisses down her neck, sucking and nibbling until soft purple marks burnished the surface of her skin. Each one he tasted with a wide sweep of his tongue, making her hum gentle encouragement—sinking further into his ministrations.

Nouke’s nails dug into his biceps, leaving tiny red crescents, her body bucking wantonly against his—betraying her rationale. Ahk had a talent for unraveling her resolve.

With what clarity remained, Nouke pushed through the haze. Her fingers sunk deeper into the muscles of his arms, sureing her grip, and with a calculated spin she pinned him against the wall.

The sudden rush of power was like a drug in her veins, spreading wild with desire she couldn’t quell. An impish smirk drew her lips with a curl seeing the look of shock in his big, beautiful eyes, and she quickly covered him with her whole body. Her nails raked possessively down his arms as her hips rolled against his middle, relishing in his hard length pressed against her center.

When he moaned, she kissed him until the air was taken from his lungs, leaving him panting and thirsty for more. Ahk hissed and bucked under the friction of her undulating movements, and Nouke’s lips trailed down the line of his throat, suckling on his fluttering pulse.

“My queen…” he sighed raggedly with exuberant praise of encouragement.

Her mouth climbed inexorably upward, along the column of his neck to the edge of his jaw, and Ahk’s head rolled against the wall. She coaxed a groan from his lips as she suckled her own marks on his flawless skin, tasting each before mapping the rest of his enticing throat with her mouth.

While her lips explored, Nouke’s hands wandered the lean plates of his chest and torso, calloused fingertips raking over the tight muscles of his abdomen before venturing lower, untying his fanciful belt with practiced ease.

Ahkmenrah’s moan was low and loud when she gripped him through the fabric of his shendyt, the sound eliciting tendrils of warmth to pool in her center. Nouke stroked him lazily over his silky garments, her focus lost in every guttural sound she was able to cajole out of him.

Her hand stilled, prompting a whimper and she blazed a line of kisses to his ear.

“Would you like your queen to kneel before her king?” She grinned when his skin erupted in goosebumps, inspiring another wave of power to envelope her.

“Yes,” Ahk swallowed.

“Yes, what?” she murmured, sliding a single finger under the waistline of his shendyt.

“Yes, my queen,” he husked out just as her fingers dipped bellow the fabric and curled around his cock.

A string of profanities spilled from his lips and his head rolled against the wall; Nouke watched with avid thrill as he unraveled with every slow stroke she offered. She surged forward to kiss him in a hasty brush of lips before tasting her way down his body, humming pleasantly at the feel of his muscles shifting under her mouth.

Every sound and instinctual movement of his body chasing the pleasure she stimulated rushed through her own like fire. Nouke's thighs were slick with her own arousal, her core ready and begging to accommodate him.

A sort of sigh escaped Ahkmenrah’s mouth when she released his throbbing cock to kneel in front of him. She could feel his lustful gaze upon her, and she met it, tugging gently at the fabric that hid him until the garment slipped past his slim hips, all the way to his ankles.

His freed cock jutted proudly, and she licked her lips taking in the sight of his kingly grandeur—there truly wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t perfect.

When she glanced to meet his gaze, she found it half-crazed with lust, pleading for her to touch him. A mischievous smirk quirked onto her lips as she leaned to press soft kisses to each of his hip bones, causing him to whine until finally, she took mercy on him.

Gently, she curled her fingers around him, letting her thumb swirl the pearly bead of precum over his sensitive tip, feeling him shiver and hiss from the sensation. She squeezed him to reacquaint herself with his girth before stroking him once, delighted with the way he trembled against her.

He was a vision of licentious need, and Nouke was certain no queen ever felt so powerful on her knees as she did then.

Nouke kept eye contact as her tongue unfurled to taste him, licking his entire length before taking him into her mouth. A haggard string of curses tumbled off of his tongue, groaning as he pushed his hands into her hair to keep her head still against the slight thrust of his hips, fucking her mouth slowly until her tongue swirled over his tip.

Ahk’s body stilled and tensed as Nouke dipped and suckled, cheeks hallowing as her hand worked his base until with an impetus shove, he pushed her away.

“I need you,” he proclaimed urgently, pulling her to her feet and into a sloppy kiss.

“Yes,” she agreed against his mouth without protest. 

Nouke welcomed his weight when he turned to pin her to the wall, the swift gesture awakening something dark and primal in them both. Without ceremony, Ahkmenrah freed her breasts from the gown she wore, humming delightfully, his palms instantly molding to the globes like his hands were made to hold them. He kneaded and pinched until her nipples stiffened, and when he leaned to kiss the soft underside before dragging his tongue over the stiff peak, Nouke moaned loudly feeling his smile of satisfaction.

Every part of her was more sensitive to his touch than ever before, his hot breath tingled over her skin as he kissed his way up her torso to her mouth. Her fingers trembled as she gathered her dress before swinging her leg around his waist to draw his center against hers.

In a single perfect thrust, Ahk glided to fill her, completely engulfed and could go no further. They moaned in unison, the sudden pleasure almost enough to work them over the edge in one fell swoop.

His movements were slow at first, surely an attempt to draw out every moment of their pleasure, and she tightened around him at the same rhythm, watching his eyes darken and flutter until his thrusts became the paradigm of desperation. Nouke’s head rolled against the stone wall, staccato moans of absolute lechery spilling from her mouth as her husband fucked her hard.

The pharaoh buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth nipping the darkening spots of lavender he’d kindled previously, each bite shooting a luscious chill throughout her whole body.

Nouke gasped and keened, free to make any and every sound he coaxed out of her this time, and he did the same. Every hungry thrust teetered precariously between calculated and clumsy. One, a mindful push that aroused glorious friction, while the next was a carnal shove that yielded both pain and pleasure.

Her fingers twisted into the short hairs at the back of his head, pressing against him to better angle herself to meet every thrust. Immediately she was rewarded with a fresh wave of heat that seeped to where they were joined, arousing a moan to pass between them.

“Ahk,” she cried, so close and almost in tears from the intense waves of pleasure he sparked with every thrust like nothing she’d ever felt.

Nouke clung to him with an iron grip despite her rapidly diminishing strength. She choked out another moan when his hand hoisted her other leg around his waist, creating a new angle that found her sweet spot every time his hips hammered into her.

Sweat beaded to cool her skin, provoking more chills to work down her spine, coupling euphorically with every other sensation vibrating through each nerve ending.

“Ahk…” she husked out again in a plea, the muscles in her abdomen constricting, her walls growing tighter around his cock as her climax built.

His lust-filled eyes took several moments to find their focus as his hand moved to cradle her throat—a gesture of prideful passion—squeezing just enough to propel a fierce jolt of heat to every hollow and shadowed place inside her. Nouke’s muscles grew impossibly tighter, back bowing in reaction.

Ahkmenrah’s hand was still on her throat when he found the focus to drink in the sight of his queen. The lewd intensity in his black eyes was something that, even through her hazy vision, made Nouke powerless against him.

“This time I want you to scream,” he demanded with a growl and a crooked smirk. “Come for your king, and scream so everyone knows you are mine.”

As he spoke, his hot breath scorched across her overly stimulated skin, causing the build-up of tension to snap at once. She screamed as everything uncoiled in a white-hot rush. Nouke’s vision tunneled, forcing her eyes shut, tears ruining the kohl as they streamed down her face at the manifestation of her joyous pleasure.

The erratic pulse of her walls worked Ahkmenrah to the brink, hips trembling as he reached his peak a moment later. He cried her name into the air with a chanted refrain that echoed the movements of his thrusts until he filled her; hot cum coating her walls, mixing with her own.

Her head rolled forward onto his shoulder, its weight suddenly too much to manage as she came down from her high, sounding a haggard but satisfied sigh. Ahk mimicked the motion, resting close enough to plant soft, barely there, kisses to her neck and shoulder as he held her with all his remaining strength.

“Did I hurt you, my love?” he asked in a calming murmur that was free of his previous, dominating bravado.

After a couple more steady breaths, Nouke raised her head to meet his gaze; his eyes were blue again—the lusty blackness chased away. There was a twinge of concern on his compassionate features that made her heart swell as he searched for an answer in her expression.

A gentle smile spread over her lips as her fingers mapped the line of his jaw in feather-light touches; her eyes fixated on his, enchanted by the kindness glistening in them.

“No,” she said, her smile growing. “On the contrary.”

Ahkmenrah beamed and joined their lips in a lazy passionate kiss.

Incrementally they unwound themselves from the other, and immediately Nouke missed the feeling of him inside of her. By the look on his face, Ahkmenrah shared the bereft feeling and made a point of keeping himself pressed to her body as they stood.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” Nouke asked with a coy smirk playing around her mouth and eyes, unable to look away from her husband's swollen lips.

He teased her with a flash of his tongue, making them shine deliciously in the starlight. Ahk stole a glance around, then met her with a cheeky smirk.

“It doesn’t appear so,” he paused. “Perhaps we should try again?”

His brow hoisted high into a playful arch as his hands wove behind her, giving her ass a firm squeeze.

“If you think you’re up to it.” Nouke matched his grin and tangled her fingers in his thick hair, gently massaging his scalp.

Ahkmenrah closed his eyes and purred at the sensation of her blunt nails working the crown of his head. He stole a quick kiss before his entire face erupted into a toothy, arrogant smile.

“You doubt your king?”

“Never.”

Nouke claimed his lips again, feeling each of their impish grins mold into a soulful and demanding show of effortless passion. It took only the sweep of his tongue begging for entrance to prompt the familiar heat to begin to build once more, and when he moaned, she did too. They were blatantly aware how easy it would be to chase their pleasure to completion a second and third time, and both of them didn’t care. They were making up for lost time.

Ahkmenrah was already semi-hard; the growing length of his cock pressed against her making her ache, and she whimpered impatiently.

“Always so eager,” Ahk mused, reaching as he dipped a finger between her slick folds; the surprise almost enough to send her careening back over the edge.

Before Nouke could bite out a witty response, the sound of Setshepsut’s voice broke their serenity.

“Nouke!?”

The sudden sound rendered their roaming hands and lips immobile and Ahkmenrah cursed under his breath with a defeated smirk.

“Apparently, my sister heard us.” Although his tone was annoyed, his expression was amused.

When Set’s call came again, it was closer, causing the king and queen to scramble in a rushed attempt to make themselves look respectable; as if the purple and red marks on both their necks weren’t evidence of their rendezvous.

“Nouke?!...Oh! Ahkmen, have you seen Nou—”

Ahk was still tying his shendyt when he turned to cast her a grin. And while Nouke couldn’t see it, she knew it was undoubtedly gushing with shameless gusto and telling enough to match his hastily adorned attire and wayward curls.

“What’s the matter, Set?” Ahk asked as he casually bent to retrieve his discarded belt and refastened it.

Setshepsut’s eye watched him, blinking, mouth slightly open as though her words were suddenly lost.

“I—um—heard Nouke scream…” she decided on, abruptly looking as though she regretted investigating the sound.

The pharaoh tossed a quick look to his queen behind him, then met his sister with a prideful smirk, “I assure you; we are both quite well.”

Set nodded, casting a swaying glance to them both, “I see that.”

She paused to give her brother a mock look of disapproval, “I am aware the future of Egypt relies on you producing an heir, but some of your guests have noticed your absence. I suggest you finish this up.”

She eyed them both with a quirk tugging the corner of her lips that made it clear she was more amused than dismayed.

“Of course, Set. We were only doing our duty as king and queen,” Ahkmenrah teased further, and Setshepsut rolled her eyes.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed as she turned away to make her way back to the party.

“We probably should go back,” Nouke sighed as she smoothed out the wrinkled front of her dress.

The allure of staying tucked away with Ahkmenrah was almost too much to ignore, but the beckon of responsibility was stronger. When he glided effortlessly into her orbit, wrapping his arms around her waist, she reached to comb her fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame the messy curls she couldn’t keep from touching.

“Mmm,” Ahk purred, brushing the tip of his nose over her’s gently. “We do have the rest of our lives to spend together.”

He never looked away from her, his eyes crystal clear.

“I think we can afford to share the rest of this night with people who came to celebrate us,” he added as he pulled her into one last kiss that drifted into a slow draw that embodied the depth of his love.

“Are you with me, my love?” Ahkmenrah wove their fingers together as he spoke.

“Now and forever,” Nouke nodded. 

Next Chapter-> Chapter Seventeen: The Blessings We Deserve

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When The Soviet Soldier Met The Pharaoh - chapter six

Akim found Ahk in tomb, sitting with his knees to his chest, his head cradled in his knees, and he just cried.

       Akim slowly, and quietly slinked over to Ahk, taking a seat right by him. He took one arm and put it around Ahk.

       Ahkmenrah's head slowly shifted onto Akim's lap.

      Akim ran his hand through Ahk's hair. The Russian boy began to sing softly to the crying Egyptian boy. "Spi, mladenets moy prekrasnyy, bayushki-bayu. Tikho smotrit mesyats yasnyy v kolybel' tvoyu. Stanu skazyvat' ya skazki, pesenku spoyu; ty zh dremli, zakryvshi glazki, bayushki-bayu. Po kamnyam struitsya terek, pleshchet mutnyy val; zloy chechen polzet na bereg, tochit svoy kinzhal; no otets tvoy staryy voin, zakalen v boyu; spi, malyutka, bud' spokoyen, bayushki-bayu."

      Akim noticed that Ahk had fallen asleep. The Russian boy faintly smiled.

       -

      Ahk picked his head off of Akim's head, rubbing his eyes. "How long was I out?"

        Akim thought for a moment before saying, "A couple of hours...I didn't want to wake you."

       Ahk then asked, "What was that song you sang to me?"

       Akim told him, "It's a Russian lullaby called the cossack lullaby--my mother used to sing it to me all the time when I was young."

       Ahk's eyes met Akim's soft, comforting gaze. "Has anyone told you that you sing like a god?"

       Akim smiled, blushing. "No. I've never really sang to anyone before."

       "Why not?" Ahk asked.

       Akim sighed. "My father would always say that only girls sing."

      Ahk huffed. "What he says isn't true--anyone can sing." Ahk held one of Akim's hands.

       Akim began to smile even more so.

      Teddy's voice rang out, "Back to your exhibits everyone! Dawn is almost upon us!"

        Akim stood.

       "Do you wanna meet here tomorrow night?" Ahk asked.

        Akim nodded. "Da."

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Weekly Writing

More Babette writing! This is her first time seeing snow. That’s really all I have to add here.

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        Babette stood at the top of the balcony, looking down on the entryway of the museum. In the center, just behind Rexy’s stand, was a large Christmas tree. She had never seen anything quite like it. Of course, at this point she had seen fake trees in exhibits all over the museum, but to see one decorated to this level of extravagance was stunning.

        Larry had tried to explain Christmas to her, but the idea was a little confusing. It seemed like some sort of amalgamation of many different celebrations throughout the centuries, full of confusing traditions like placing things on a tree, putting gifts in fabric tubes called socks, and singing about an older gentleman. But she couldn’t deny, the decorations were lovely, and the feel of the whole thing lifted her spirits.

        That was, until she saw the Christmas cards that were lined along the front desk of the museum. Many of the day workers had put up family pictures offering tidings of good will to all the others who passed by them daily. Seeing the smiling faces reminded her of her own family, and how long it had been since she had seen them. It was this sort of melancholic mood that Ahk found her in.

        Ahk grinned, moving quickly towards Babette, but hesitated slightly at the expression on her face. He recognized the emotion buried there, as it was one that he often felt himself. He placed a hand gently on her arm, pulling her attention to him.

        “Sorry,” she said with a smile, her eyes clearing. “I seemed to be elsewhere.”

        “Then allow me to take you somewhere new,” His words piqued her interest, and she turned to face him fully now. He offered her his arm, which she took without hesitation. Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of what she remembered Larry referring to as a “sweater”. It was an article of clothing meant to keep the wearer warm, as if wearing a blanket or something similar. He had said that such things became more necessary in the colder months here. Not having left the museum much herself, Babette did not see much need for such articles of clothing.

        He led her to the upper floors of the museum but continued up a stairwell that she had never seen before. She gave him a curious look as he paused in front of a metal door.

        “I always find myself feeling rather lost and alone during this time. Watching others celebrate with families makes me remember the family I no longer have. But coming up here reminds me of the miracles and new experiences I am honored to have. It helps shift my perspective. Perhaps, it could help yours.” He pushed open the door, and Babette put a hand to her mouth in surprise. Across the stone of the roof was a layer of white, which she had never seen before. Ahk took a couple steps out onto the roof, gesturing for her to follow him. She slowly did, feeling the soft powder crunch under her shoes. As they moved further across, she was able to see the city lit up in the night, and all the fallen white flakes sparkling around them.

        Ahk watched as she reached out a hand to let some flakes land, her eyes widening as they melted shortly after contact. She turned her bright gaze back towards him and grinned.

        “It is breathtaking up here. Like nothing I have ever seen before.”

        “I’m glad it pleases you,” he said with a smile. A shiver ran up her spine as she suddenly noticed how cold it was up here.

        “It seems that you were better prepared. I shall have to take better precautions for next time.” He stepped towards her, pulling a long scarf off of his neck and gently wrapping it around hers. The warmth that it brought her was immediate, and she suspected that not all of it was from the fabric. The scent of him surrounded her, making her head spin momentarily. He did not seem to notice as he took both of her hands between his own and held them up. He leaned forward, breathing heat back into her fingertips, rubbing them gently. She stared at him, her mouth open slightly, unable to take in everything that was happening. It was like some fanciful dream, standing above the world with Ahk as glittering flecks fell around them, everything silent other than the beating of their hearts.

#weekly writing #babette #oc #original character #ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x oc #natm #night at the museum

[ghost-nerd-writer]

This is my first EVER fic, it will be continued but please be patient. Shiny things may cross my path and I may be distracted.

#night at the museum #fic #fanfic #natm #ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah/original female character #ahkmenrah/oc #ahkmenrah x original female character #teddy Roosevelt/sacagawea #rami malek #Jedidiah #octavius

[poptod]

Baisemain

Description: Your dead body is dressed up in ancient Mesopotamian clothing, and hidden in the Museum of Natural History. What your murderer doesn’t know is that you’re about to come to life, every night, for as long as your skeleton exists.

Notes: So this is just a quick blurb (and basically a shitpost) about this idea of a murder victim’s body being held in the Museum of Natural History. It’s not specifically Ahk x Reader but there’s a bit at the end that’s pretty flirty. I suppose I could write more, but I don’t know if I really wanna do that. I promise I’ll come up with something new and actually good soon!

Word Count: 1.9k

What comes in death is… nothing. There is no you, no consciousness going by your name, and there is no reality where you exist. Not anymore. You hold no anger towards the cause of your death, but only because you simply can’t, not when there’s no mind to store it in. If you were still alive, still holding a consciousness, you’d probably be rather annoyed - you’re not a cynical person but you’re not a saint, either.

So, there is a time on earth in which you are not a thought, not a tangible thing, and all sense of who you are is subject to the tide of the wind - the idea of you exists, in abstract form, only the image of what you are in other peoples minds. It’s rather blissful, nonexistence; quiet, but not lonely, and peaceful in every way existence cannot be. For one point in time it is blissfully quiet, blissfully dark and nothing, till a bright light sparks, and your consciousness comes back to being.

There’s a light shining in your face, fluorescent and painfully bright as your eyes barely open. Squinting, you try to see through the brightness, taking a minute or so to adjust. Around you is darkness - the only light in the room is the one directly above you, and you’re lying on top of a table that is suspiciously cold. With a groan you sit up, fully taking in where you are, and what in the hell could be happening.

A thousand different solutions, none of them right, ran through your head. Perhaps this is a hospital, you thought, incorrectly, followed by, no, this is too empty. Perhaps I am in a morgue of sorts, which was also wrong. There’s a distinct smell, not especially rancid but certainly not a nice smell, and the room is filled with it. Without word or grunt you slip off the table, and the clacking on your feet is odd - not right for being shoeless and not right for the sneakers you usually wear.

It’s only then that you notice you’re not wearing your normal clothes, or anything that could be considered normal. Long cloth drapes from your shoulders and hips, colorful and softer than anything you own - nothing that belongs to you, no wallet or keys or I.D. are in your pockets, which are sizable. A sort of shawl covers your chest, while a long skirt tied somewhere around your shoulders or waist (it’s all so tight and confusing) covers you from waist to ankle. If you had to guess, you’d place the origin of the style and cloth somewhere in the Middle East, which would be the one thought so far that was right.

The only appropriate course of action, you decide, is to explore, and try to piece together what exactly was happening. So, trying to keep your clothing up (which is an easier task than you think it is, it’s very well made and knotted), you leave the cold examination table, and wander through empty halls.

A good amount of time passes before you hear faint music coming from above you. Someone’s playing ABBA, you recognize that in the least, and you climb up several flights of stairs in hopes of finding some hint of life. As you get slowly closer, the thumping of hundreds of feet begins, then the shouts, and you realize that there’s not just one person playing ABBA, it’s an entire party.

Maybe someone’s having an office party, you think to yourself, back on the course of thinking wrong things. When you reach the final door, you’re only aware it’s the final door by the impossibly loud music, and the vibrating of the door handle when you grasp it. Anxiously you turn, your nerves flooding your hand till it tingled with excitement - well, that or fear, and you preferred to be excited. Though, if you knew exactly what you were getting excited for, you might’ve not been so excited in the first place.

In the center of the room is a very familiar globe, spinning and still glowing even though it’s clearly nighttime outside. Every exhibit you ever remember seeing is dancing, playing games, or talking with one another, and you can feel your breath leave your body - perhaps you weren’t really alive again, but you can still feel your heartbeat. In fact, your heartbeat is about the only thing you can still feel, and when a soccer ball comes hurtling towards your head you can almost feel yourself faint. Instead you duck, and the ball bounces off the wall and back to - Attila the hun, who is definitely not a wax statue anymore.

You’ve been here before, you know this place, and the fact that you’re here is terrifying you more than you ever thought it could. The Museum of Natural History in New York, which is funny, because you don’t live in New York.

Pretending as if everything you’re seeing is normal, you try to look for a night guard; you know they have one, and maybe they’ll know whats happening. At the top of the steps you find him, dressed in the usual dark blue garb, flashlight in hand. He’s talking to someone who’s definitely Egyptian, Ancient Egyptian, and if the crown meant anything, very likely royalty.

“Hi, uh, I’m sorry,” you say, tapping the night guard on the shoulder. “I… what’s happening here?”

He turns to you, and a smile of recognition crosses his face. Patting you on the shoulder, he says, “Oh! Yeah, you must be the, uh, new exhibit. From Mesopotamic or something?”

“Mesopotamia,” the Egyptian corrects him, with a surprisingly strong British accent. You look to him, then back at the night guard, still confused.

“What? No, I’m - I’m not from Mesopotamia, I’m from Colorado. What’s going on here?”

The two men look at each other, communicating in silent looks before turning back to you.

“Um… well, you’re in a museum. A magical tablet brings you to life every night, belongs to this guy,” the night guard says, pointing a finger back at the Egyptian behind him.

“I was dead. Like, really dead, did anyone solve - I was dead! Someone murdered me with a - a knife or something, and now I’m here?!” The reality of your situation begins to set in with you, and it’s not a pretty sight - your eyes go wide and you grip at your hair, wondering how in the hell this situation is in any way possible.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Are you sure you’re not from Mesopotamian?”

“Mesopotamia,” both you and the Egyptian say at the same time, glancing at each other before both turning back to the night guard.

“Right, whatever. You’re from Colorado?”

“Yeah, well… at least that’s where I was living. Wasn’t born there.”

“Makes sense,” the Egyptian says. “Most Mesopotamians don’t speak English.”

“Most Ancient Egyptians don’t speak English either,” the night guard points out. “You’re going to have to prove it to me.”

Internally you groan, ready to recite the events of the current age.

“It’s 1999, and -“

“Wrong. 2005,” the night guard interrupts helpfully.

“In that case, I must’ve been murdered a good long while ago.” An anger courses through you, and you begin to spit facts like you hate them, when you couldn’t feel less apathetic about it. “There’s fifty states in America, which was founded in 1776 by George Washington, John Adams, some guy named Richard I think, and the rest of the founding fathers. Umm… Nelson Mandela recently stepped down from his presidency, and the Sixth Sense came out, which I haven’t ever watched so don’t ask me about it.”

“Okay,” he says after a moment of contemplation. “That’s fair.”

“So you believe me?” You ask excitedly, smiling for probably the first time that night.

“Sure. But I don’t think I’ll be able to convince the other exhibits, they hardly speak English some of them… it’d probably be best just to say you’re Mespotamic.”

You and the Egyptian look at each other, too tired to correct him, and you both silently agree that he’s never going to get it right. At long last the two introduce themselves; the night guard’s name is Larry, and the Egyptian’s name is Ahkmenrah, and your previous deduction had been correct - he was royal, a king to be exact. Larry offers to look your murder up on the internet, but it’s safely assumed beforehand that it isn’t solved, considering your dead body is dressed up in Mesopotamian garb in a museum. No, someone is just a very smart killer.

“Like hiding a dead body in a graveyard,” Larry comments, to which you agree. After that fun excursion in which you are deeply unsettled by your Missing Persons poster, he decides to introduce you to the wide variety of characters inhabiting the museum.

By the fifth person you meet you’re a little numb to meeting famous historical people, and to the fact that everyone keeps calling you Mesopotamian. You don’t look the part, either in skin or facial features, and everyone’s immediate assumption is more than tiresome after the seventh person you meet. The only thing that jostles you by the time midnight strikes is the massive T-Rex, which, defying all logic of the tablet, does not have meat on its’ bones. You point this out to Ahkmenrah, who seems to be the leading expert on the tablet, and he just shrugs.

“Some things just happen some ways,” he says, leaving you more confused than you were before.

Your heart skips a beat when you notice a small child on top of the dinosaur, and begins to beat faster yet when Larry runs after him, leaving you alone with Ahkmenrah. He turns to you with a polite smile, a little too real to be only cursory.

“I never got to officially introduce myself,” he says, and you recall that it was, in fact, Larry who told you the King’s name. “I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king, and very pleased to meet you.” You hadn’t noticed he held your hand till it comes to his lips, a gentle, admiring kiss upon the back of it. Stuttering, you try to get a grasp on your words, blushing furiously from this single show of affection.

“I - I, uh… I’m (Y/N). I hold no title,” you finally get out, wondering if you should add your job in, before ultimately deciding that saying you’re a writer isn’t a great way to earn respect. “But it’s nice to meet you as well.”

He takes you on a tour of the different rooms just as Larry toured you around the people, telling you who each room belonged to, and a little history of the exhibit. He directs you by holding your hand, sending flutters into your heart every time he squeezes your hand when pulling you along to another room. You don’t have the heart to tell him you’ve actually visited the museum before, and whenever he smiles at you, you find you don’t want to tell him anyway - if only to get him to keep holding your hand.

To your quiet delight he keeps holding your hand throughout the night, tracing your veins as he explains exactly what to do when the night comes to a close.

Ultimately, it takes a good long while to adjust to what life is - it’s explain to you that you can’t leave the museum, and it takes you a much longer time to adjust to the fact that no one will ever solve your murder. As close as your friendship gets with the Pharaoh, it doesn’t fully fill the hole in your heart left by the fact that none of your friends or family know what happened to you. But, there are ups and downs to every story, and this story is pretty far-fetched anyway.

#ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x reader #night at the museum #rami malek

[waltangina]

I'm not against real people fiction. I'm against real currently alive people in fan fiction unless it's with their permission with an exception for parody. I'm against people writing stories about dating Rami Malek but I'm not against a parody of Night at The Museum with Rami Malek as a character.

I’m personally ok with both. I am fine with people liking RPF, and I am fine with people who don’t. I respect your preferences!

What I dislike is when people actively seek out others who oppose them, and send them awful things to the other. (Ex. people who don’t like RPF judge fans who do like it and call those fans gross/ disgusting. Or, vice versa, when people who like RPF, say that those who don’t, are stupid/ they suck. I think both attacks are awfully subjective, unnecessary, un-progressive.) People are allowed to like different things! Labeling people based on the things they like without knowing them 100% sounds unfair, for me. But that’s my opinion and out of topic now.

I get what you mean by Rami Malek as Rami Malek, and Rami Malek as Ahkmenrah. However, that’s not really what I meant with my post. I apologise for the lack of clarity.

Regarding that post, I wanted to say that Jedediah Strong Smith and Octavius are real people even if they’re presented as mere characters in the NATM movies. Even if we, the fandom, treat them as fictional characters, Jed and Oct are real people! Does that mean, NATM can be considered RPF? YES! NATM IS REAL PEOPLE FICTION TO AN EXTENT.

Attila the Hun is real, so is Teddy, Sacajawea, Amelia Earhart, Columbus, to name a few. NATM used real people for their material, and fictionalized real people’s lives (dead or alive) to fit their own speculative narrative. Doesn’t that match the definition of the RPF genre? 

That’s why I say I don’t get why people who like Jed and Oct (not to be confused with Owen & Steve) dislike RPF? Jedtavius is RPF. Even if it’s in the films’ context and not “exactly from the original ones.” Therefore, Teddy x Sacajawea is also RPF. NATM 2 shipped Larry with Amelia, and canonically had a giant Abe Lincoln as their shipper. It’s not about the actors and their characters. It’s that these characters are real people, before being fictionalized into roles fit for the NATM script, and played live by an actor, at a different time and context. 

Sorry for the long post, anon. I hope this elaboration makes more sense? English is not my native language so I’m really sorry that I wasn’t clear.

#anons for walter #natm #night at the museum

[ao3feed-connor]

Book of One Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FOmakX

by AwesomeGamer69Lol

This is a bunch of different one shots written about characters from varying medias. This will include characters from video games, books, movies, and TV shows.

All chapters are "x Female Reader" unless stated otherwise. This is just what I feel most comfortable writing, so it is most commonly what I write.

Most of these will be smut. All chapters will contain swearing. Dark themes may be present in some chapters, but should be warned within the notes at the beginning of the chapter.

This are not all edited, so there may be some spelling mistakes.

I do not write requests.

These are the same one shots that are posted on my Wattpad account under the same name.

Words: 51092, Chapters: 23/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (2016), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton, Daredevil (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Until Dawn (Video Game), Night at the Museum (Movies), Far Cry 4, Supernatural, Mr. Robot (TV), The Maze Runner Series - All Media Types, Ender's Game (2013), Game of Thrones (TV), Far Cry 5, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Xiaolin Showdown (Cartoon), The Walking Dead (Telltale Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Enoch O'Connor, Fred Weasley, Kíli (Tolkien), Dallas Winston, Vladimir Ranskahov, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Josh Washington (Until Dawn), Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum), Sabal (Far Cry), Andy Gallagher, Crowley (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Edward Alderson, Gabriel (Supernatural), Newt (Maze Runner), Gally (Maze Runner), Bonzo Madrid, Ender Wiggin, Jojen Reed, John Seed (Far Cry 5), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed, Ralph (Detroit: Become Human), Lester | Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter, Clay Bailey, Marlon (Walking Dead: Done Running)

Relationships: Enoch O'Connor/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Dallas Winston/Reader, Vladimir Ranskahov/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff, Josh Washington/Reader, Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)/Reader, Sabal/Reader, Andy Gallagher/Reader, Crowley (Supernatural)/Reader, Lucifer (Supernatural)/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Lucifer (Supernatural)/Original Female Character(s), Edward Alderson/Reader, Gabriel/Lucifer/Reader, Newt (Maze Runner)/Reader, Gally (Maze Runner)/Original Female Character(s), Bonzo Madrid/Ender Wiggin, Jojen Reed/Reader, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) & Reader, Gavin Reed/Reader, Ralph (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Lester | Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter/Reader, Clay Bailey/Reader, John Seed/Deputy, Marlon (Walking Dead: Done Running)/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Sibling Incest, Depression, Suicide Attempt, Age Difference, Blood Drinking, Emotional/Psychological Abuse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FOmakX

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #dbh connor #detroit: become human

[dem-obscure-imagines]

UPDATED CHARACTER LIST 12/29/17

GUIDELINES: I don’t write smut, abuse, self-harm, or suicide. Nor do I write cheating. Also, MAKE SURE YOU CHECK THE LIST BEFORE REQUESTING. IT’S BETTER TO ASK ME IF YOU’RE UNSURE. I don’t mind answering questions, but I don’t want you to waste your precious time writing out a 2000 character request for someone I don’t write for lmao.

 New Characters:

Justin Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Max Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Alex Russo (Wizards of Waverly Place)

Chicago (Pitch Perfect 3)**

Bennet (My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2)*

Spencer (Jumanji)

Fridge (Jumanji)

Martha (Jumanji)

Bethany (Jumanji)

Alex (Jumanji)*

Ben Grimm (Fantastic Four)**

Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

Susan Storm (Fantastic Four)

Reed Richards (Fantastic Four)

 Characters that are marked with a * are characters I’m especially interested in writing.

** means I’d probably explode if you requested something for them.

*** means this character is a favorite of mine and will probably be written quicker than most.

 Disney

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)**

Rey (Star Wars)

Finn (Star Wars)***

Tumnus (Narnia)

Peter Pevensie (Narnia)

Susan Pevensie (Narnia)

Edmund Pevensie (Narnia)*

Lucy Pevensie (Narnia)

Tadashi Hamada (Big Hero 6)*

Honey Lemon (Big Hero 6)

Wasabi (Big Hero 6)

Fred (Big Hero 6)

Prince Adam/Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

Lumiere (Beauty and the Beast)

Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Bernard the Elf (The Santa Clause)***

Charlie Calvin (The Santa Clause 2 + 3)

Diaval (Maleficent)*

Thackery Binx (Hocus Pocus)*

 Disney Shows

Brett Willis (KC Undercover)

Benny Weir (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)*

Ethan Morgan (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Erica (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)

Sarah (My Babysitter’s A Vampire)*

Peter Pan (Once Upon a Time; Peter Pan (2003))

Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)

August (Once Upon a Time)**

Felix (Once Upon a Time)

Mason Greyback (Wizards of Waverly Place)**

 Disney Channel Original Movie

Luke (Halloweentown)***

Marnie Cromwell (Halloweentown)**

Doug (Disney Descendants)*

Jay (Disney Descendants)**

Carlos (Disney Descendants)

Chad (Disney Descendants)

Gil (Disney Descendants)**

Harry Hook (Disney Descendants)

Uma (Disney Descendants)

Mal (Disney Descendants)

Evie (Disney Descendants)*

Lonnie (Disney Descendants)*

 MCU

Steve Rogers (The Avengers)

Bruce Banner (The Avengers)

Natasha Romanov (The Avengers)

Clint Barton (The Avengers)

Sam Wilson (The Avengers)

Vision (The Avengers)

Scott Lang (The Avengers)

Peter Parker (The Avengers)

T’Challa (The Avengers)

Valkyrie (The Revengers)

Peggy Carter (The Howling Commandos)

Bucky Barnes (The Avengers)

Daisy Johnson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Jemma Simmons (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Phil Coulson (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Melinda May (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Leopold Fitz (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Lance Hunter (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Alfonso Mackenzie (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Bobbi Morse (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Peter Quill (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Rocket Raccoon (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Groot (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Drax the Destroyer (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Ned (Spiderman: Homecoming)*

MJ (Spiderman: Homecoming)

Thor (The Avengers)

Pietro Maximoff (Avengers: Age of Ultron)*

Wanda Maximoff (Avengers: Age of Ultron)**

Pre-Serum Steve Rogers (Captain America: The First Avenger)*

 X-Men

Charles Xavier (X-Men)

Erik Lehnsherr (X-Men)

John Allerdyce (X-Men)

Bobby Drake (X-Men)

Kitty Pryde (X-Men)

Rogue (X-Men)

James Proudstar/Warpath (X-Men: Days of Future Past)**

Alex Summers/Havok (X-Men)*

Scott Summers/Cyclops (X-Men)**

Warren Worthington III/Angel (X-Men)**

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (X-Men)*

Hank McCoy/Beast (X-Men)*

John Proudstar/Thunderbird (The Gifted) ***

Lorna Dane/Polaris (The Gifted)**

 DC

Diana Prince (Justice League)**

Aquaman (Justice League)**

Cyborg (Justice League)**

Cyborg (Teen Titans)***

Beast Boy (Teen Titans)*

Raven (Teen Titans)***

Jefferson Jackson (Legends of Tomorrow)***

Cisco Ramon (The Flash)**

Wally West (The Flash)***

Roy Harper (Arrow)

Digger Harkness (Suicide Squad)**

 Other Superheroes

Warren Peace (Sky High) *

Dave Lizewski (Kick-Ass)**

Mindy McCready (Kick-Ass)

Jason Scott (Power Rangers)

 Cartoon Network

Duncan (Total Drama)

Alejandro (Total Drama)

Gwen (Total Drama)

Ben Tennyson (Ben 10 Alien Force)

Kevin Levin (Ben 10 Alien Force)***

Gwen Tennyson (Ben 10 Alien Force)

 Nickelodeon

Prince Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)*

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

 Netflix

Wolfgang (Sense8)***

Nomi (Sense8)**

Riley (Sense8)

Kala (Sense8)

Will (Sense8)

Lito (Sense8)

Sun (Sense8)

Capheus (Sense8)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)***

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)*

Johnathan Byers (Stranger Things)*

 Fantasy

Jack (Jack the Giant Slayer)

Frodo Baggins (Lord of the Rings)

Legolas (Lord of the Rings)

Kili (The Hobbit)*

Slannen the Elf (Ella Enchanted)**

Benny (Ella Enchanted)

Bran Stark (Game of Thrones)*

Jon Snow (Game of Thrones)

Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones)

Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones)

 Spy Movies

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

Illya Kuryakin (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)*

Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)**

 Time Travelers

Marty McFly (Back to the Future)***

H. G. Wells (Time After Time)

Wyatt Logan (Timeless)**

  Miscellaneous

Artie Abrams (Glee)***

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Fiyero (Wicked)

The Nutcracker/Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)*

Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)*

Jedidiah (Night at the Museum)

Nicky Daley (Night at the Museum)

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

Bunnymund (Rise of the Guardians)

Nod (Epic)***

R (Warm Bodies)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson)

Grover (Percy Jackson)**

Tyson (Percy Jackson Movieverse)*

Seth Clearwater (Twilight)***

Emmet Cullen (Twilight)

Zack (Goosebumps)*

Champ (Goosebumps)*

Hellboy (Hellboy)

Jughead Jones (Riverdale)

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games)

Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead)*

Roman (Star-Crossed)***

Drake (Star-Crossed)***

Benji (Pitch Perfect)

 Morgan M. Steele Books

David Bowen (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Archer Reynolds (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Brian Martin (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Viktor Ivanov (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Mia Crane (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Ginger Williams (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Summer Laurence (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

Natalia Ivanov (L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D.)***

#updated character list #character list

[smol-boy-akim]

#natm oc #night at the museum #natm #ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x oc #my art #akimenrah #Ahkmenrah x Original Character

[mtwalker]

Weekly Writing

More Babette writing! This is set on New Years Eve, at a party being thrown in the museum. It’s more from Ahk’s perspective, which was new for me to write.

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        Ahk laughed, watching Jeb and Octavius crumple bits of confetti and throw them at each other in their own make-shift snowball fight. All things considered, this year’s New Year’s Eve party had been a success, as far as he could tell. No one was seriously injured, and he had even seen Babette dancing with a couple of the Huns earlier in the night. He had to admit, it was nice to see her relax. She so often appeared nervous or worried around the other exhibits, he had begun to fear that she would never feel at home here. But watching her laughing with Sacagawea put some of his fear to rest.

        He still was not entirely sure what to make of the Hebrew girl. Sometimes he would catch her watching him, as if there was something about him that intrigued her. What that could be, Ahk was unable to fathom. There was not much about him that was kept secret, especially not from her. He had asked Sacagawea about it, hoping that she would have some insight for him. But she had just given him an odd sort of smile and patted his arm, telling him not to worry so much about it. Unfortunately, this had just increased his nervous energy on the subject.

        The girl in question was currently staring at him again. Ahk looked away out of politeness, but still felt her gaze. Glancing back, he saw that, yes, she was indeed still watching him. He frowned, making his way over to her. As he started in her direction, Babette seemed to shake out of whatever daze she was in. She blushed, quickly turning her head away from him, as if she’d only just realized what she had been doing.

        “Is everything alright?” he asked, stopping in front of her. She looked back up at him, her face still rather red.

        “I apologize for staring. I did not mean- that is, it was not my intention to…” she frowned, her focus being drawn again by something. Ahk waited for a moment to see if she would resume her thought, but to his surprise she began to lean forward towards him. He froze, unsure of what to do. She was getting awfully close now. What exactly did she intend? Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if she would- but no. There had to be some other reason she was getting even closer to him, moving so he could feel her breath on his face. What should he do? Politely refuse? Did he want to refuse? On any other day, he may have said yes, but in this moment, he began to have doubts.

        Babette blew on his hair, making his brown curls bounce and tickle his forehead. He blinked, pulling back a little in shock. She pulled back as well, blushing again.

        “There was some confetti in your hair. I am sorry if I-”

        “Oh! No. It is alright. I… I do not mind.” Now it was Ahk’s turn to blush. What had he been thinking? Why would she have tried to kiss him so suddenly? This was a perfectly reasonable explanation.

        Then why did he feel so disappointed?

#babette #ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x oc #oc #original character #night at the museum #natm #weekly writing

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Fanfic Recommendations | Vol 1

I wanted to create this recommendation list to bring more awareness to many wonderful writers here on tumblr. The fics that I picked from each writer is one that either got me hooked to their writing style or a fic they’ve posted recently that I just really love.

MARVEL

13 Going on 30 Bucky Barnes x Reader (13 Going on 30 AU) by: @buckys-fossil​ When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.

Daddy Issues Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @you-didnt-see-that-cuming A descendant of Thor, you have your powers stolen from you by HYDRA, and the only way to get them back is to steal the Avengers software. But when sending a certain new Avenger to track you, things don’t exactly go as planned. (Series)

Little Notes Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @marvelfic You always writes reminders on your hands, so you always have a marker on hand. You often fall asleep and when you wake you sometimes find new notes written on your hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes.

Unbreakable Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @imaginesoftheheart Your life is a constant struggle with trying to control your powers and Bucky always on your nerves but one day, he goes too far. (Series)

“Why is she wearing my hoodie?” Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @writing-soldiers Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, only to discover you as the theif.

Can’t Sleep Loki Laufeyson x Reader by: @coffeekeyboardsss You and Loki find comfort in each other when you’re both having trouble sleeping. (Series)

Sleepless Loki Laufeyson x Reader by: @writingafterhours You suffers from steady nightmares and find help in the arms of your neighbor down the hall.

Day One Peter Parker x Reader by: @spiderholland You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on? (Series)

Homecoming Peter Parker x Reader by: @love-allthingsmarvel Your date with Peter goes haywire when the Vulture crashes the Homecoming dance.

Late Night Kiss Peter Parker x Reader by: @thespideyimagines Spider-Man came crashing through your window at midnight and you had no idea what to do. (Series)

One Jump Ahead Peter Parker x Reader by: @imaginingadifferentlife You came up with theme songs for each Avenger and you decide Spider-Man’s to be ‘One Jump Ahead’ from Aladdin.

Regret Peter Parker x Reader (Royalty AU) by: @that-sokovian-bastard Royalty AU, where you are the princess of Kingdom of Avenge while Peter is the prince of the Kingdom of Midtown. (Series)

You Have No Idea Peter Parker x Reader by: @killer-barnes You and Peter go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, you’re is curious as to why he is there.

Dysfunctional Parenting Steve Rogers x Reader by: @vibranium-ass You are the clumsiest person your friends and family knew. Your accident prone tendencies leads to comfort from your husband, Steve.

Pokémon Go Steve Rogers x Reader by: @buckyywiththegoodhair Steve uses the popularity of Pokemon Go as an excuse to spend more time with you.

BINGPOT! Avengers x Reader by: @avengerschatroom A group chat with the Avengers... with quotes from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

DC

Redemption Barry Allen x Reader by: @dccomicsimagines You are a meta-human who was sent to kill flash but fail because you end up falling for Barry.

Ditch Me Again Dick Grayson x Reader by: @attackonbatboys You and Dick were a couple but the relationship ended. He sees you after a few years and notices you with a child he never knew of... 

Your Family Needs Help Dick Grayson x Reader by: @uncpanda You help your boyfriend, Dick, take care of his brothers after their wisdom teeth removal.

Absurdity Jason Todd x Reader by: @posiey You defend Red Hood to someone who thinks he’s dangerous while Jason overhears. You declare yourself the leader of the Red Hood defense squad.

Attraction to a Stranger Jason Todd x Reader by: @avengerdragoness Jason is trying to get your attention at the airport by slipping a paper with his number on it in your favorite book.

Best Birthday Ever Jason Todd x Reader by: @dc-imagine-central You are a single mom and Jason’s next door neighbor. Jason agrees to babysit your son one day leading to your son’s best birthday ever.

Family Jason Todd x Reader by: @maruthor Domestic life with Jason and your life with an adorable yet noisy newborn.

Opening Up Jason Todd x Reader by: @batboys4life Jason has been through a lot with his death and resurrection and finally decides to open up to you.

Rough Night Jason Todd x Reader by: @tim-help You were up all night working on a research paper and Jason just got back from a rough night on patrol. You’re both tired and in desperate need for cuddles. (closed blog; moving to @florallfawn)

Stalker From Another Universe Jason Todd x Reader by: @addicted-to-dc You wake up to suddenly find yourself within your favorite comic book universe. But who or what sent you there in the first place? (Series)

You’re Who? Jason Todd x Reader by: @angstytodd You and Jason live together but you have yet to meet the Batfamily. One day the batboys come over to discuss something with Jason but hang out with you instead. While Jason is still asleep.

You Faked Your Death Jason Todd x Reader by: @batmagines Jason has come back years after his death.... and eats all of your favorite cereal.

What You Are to Me Jason Todd x Reader by: @batfamilyimagines You got a small Robin tattoo on your back after Jason’s death but Jason only notices it after he and you got together years later.

How Should I Tell Him? Tim Drake x Reader by: @imaginethatdc You are best friends with Red Robin and you ask him for advice on how to ask your friend Tim out.

Stargazing Tim Drake x Reader by: @dc-comics-imagines You are hanging out with Tim and stargazing when he falls asleep on your shoulder.

Military Sister Batfamily x Reader by: @redhoodshood You are a vigilante in the Batfamily and you want to join the military. (Series)

WIZARDING WORLD

I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor Newt Scamander x Reader  by: @fantasticwritingandwheretoreadit You are one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts and your excellence in Potions class leads you to tutor one of your professors struggling students; Newt Scamander.

Captain Black Sirius Black x Reader (Pirate AU) by: @azurakenway Pirate AU where the dashing pirate Captain Black saves you from your sinking ship. (Series)

Let’s Be Stupid Together Sirius Black x Reader by: @deerprongs You are James’s younger sister and Sirius always treats you like a sister but you like him. So you do your best to try to show him that you like him.

Meant To Be Sirius Black x Reader by: @felelotlen-felhotlen You are a muggle-born Gryffindor with a horrible relationship with your parents. For winter break, you decided to spend the holiday in the castle with this decision leading you to get to know Sirius Black. (Series)

Living With the Marauders Marauders x Reader by: @sleekeazyz Wanna know the ups and downs of living with the Marauders? Part one of this series is Sirius’ plan to ease your day during your time of the month. (Series)

SUPERNATURAL

If Only Dean Winchester x Reader by: @winchester-writes When you’re feeling down and beating yourself up inside, Dean is there to help and comfort you.

Last Words Dean Winchester x Reader by: @i-write-supernatural-imagines You express your feelings for Dean as he is dying before he turns into a demon.

Wood Smoke Dean Winchester x Reader by: @supernaturalfreewill You fall asleep in the back seat of the impala after a complicated case and start sleep talking about your crush on Dean.

MISCELLANEOUS

My Boyfriend the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah x Reader by: @dem-obscure-imagines You know that hot mummy from Night at the Museum? Now imagine having a crush on him and becoming his *wait for it* BOYFRIEND. This fic is all around cute and fluffy.

Our Son Tadashi Hamada x Reader by: @you-plus-them You know the big brother in Big Hero 6? Well now you helped him create Baymax with a running joke that Baymax is the son of you and Tadashi. (closed blog; moved to @imagine-your-world)

Scars Tadashi Hamada x Reader by: @pepcvina That thing with Tadashi in Big Hero 6? Never happened. Kinda. There was a fire but he survived. The experience wasn’t pleasant and changed him. It takes you to bring back the old Tadashi.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Nocturnal Jason Todd x Lily de Sauveterre by: @guns-n-lilies Not only does she need to treat her boyfriend, Jason’s wounds, she needs to treat his brothers, Tim and Dick.

La Luna Jeremy Connors x Luna by: @imaginingadifferentlife Jeremy Connors is high school senior who isn’t well liked and as a way to escape his mundane life, he dreams at night of a beautiful girl whom he calls ‘Luna’. Alas, Luna is indeed a real girl, who later on transfers to Midwood. Will she be the same as the girl in his dreams or will he realize that dreams can create unrealistic expectations? (Series)

Good Boy Roy Harper x Maia Bailey by: @royslittleharper Maia has to take care of her boyfriend, Roy, after he has been turned into a dog leading to a surprise visit by Maia’s brother, Loki.

A Demigod’s Survival Guide To The Avengers Avengers x Grim Cassidy by: @with-the-words-all-wrong Grim Cassidy was always up for a challenge when Chiron assigns her, the daughter of Death himself, to help the Avengers understand the demigod world. (Series)

#bucky barnes x reader #loki x reader #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #barry allen x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #batfamily x reader #newt scamander x reader #sirius black x reader #marauders x reader #dean winchester x reader #ahkmenrah x reader #tadashi hamada x reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd x lily de sauveterre #oc x oc #jeremy connors x luna #roy harper x oc #roy harper x maia bailey #avengers x oc #avengers x grim cassidy #fanfic recommendation #fic rec

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Book of One Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FOmakX

by AwesomeGamer69Lol

This is a bunch of different one shots written about characters from varying medias. This will include characters from video games, books, movies, and TV shows.

All chapters are "x Female Reader" unless stated otherwise. This is just what I feel most comfortable writing, so it is most commonly what I write.

Most of these will be smut. All chapters will contain swearing. Dark themes may be present in some chapters, but should be warned within the notes at the beginning of the chapter.

This are not all edited, so there may be some spelling mistakes.

I do not write requests.

These are the same one shots that are posted on my Wattpad account under the same name.

Words: 40801, Chapters: 19/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (2016), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton, Daredevil (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Until Dawn (Video Game), Night at the Museum (Movies), Far Cry 4, Supernatural, Mr. Robot (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Enoch O'Connor, Fred Weasley, Kíli (Tolkien), Dallas Winston, Vladimir Ranskahov, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Josh Washington (Until Dawn), Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum), Sabal (Far Cry), Andy Gallagher, Crowley (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Edward Alderson

Relationships: Enoch O'Connor/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Dallas Winston/Reader, Vladimir Ranskahov/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Wanda Maximoff, Josh Washington/Reader, Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)/Reader, Sabal/Reader, Andy Gallagher/Reader, Crowley (Supernatural)/Reader, Lucifer (Supernatural)/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Lucifer (Supernatural)/Original Female Character(s), Edward Alderson/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Sibling Incest, Depression, Suicide Attempt, Age Difference, Blood Drinking, Emotional/Psychological Abuse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FOmakX

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