#ahkmenrah drabble

[wtf-is-sleep-even]

MODERN/DND AU

(short thing i wanted to write cause you guys seem to like AU's more than i thought. Human AU, they play DND* *quick note i dont really know exactly how DND or TTRPG's work but i know theres a storyline mechanic and im using that to my advantage)

It really was an accident, truly. Jedediah didnt even know what DND was up until half a year ago, one of his best friends teenaged kid, Nicky, had picked up a kick for table top rpg's, Jed thought it was stupid at first but tagged along just to be sure there was enough players, he did care for the kid, he was like his nephew, he just didnt expect how much fun it would be. An hour and a half in and he was bored out of his mind, another hour in he was coughing up his lungs he was laughing so much! it was nice to spend time with his friends like this, and it made the kid happy, so he kept going.

it's just make-believe, a game of pretend, but the feelings he felt were real, anxious at the next battle, frustrated at the confusing (but clever) puzzles, the surprise and humor at a funny encounter, the second hand embarrassment for when one of his friend's characters made a fool of themself, and, the love. Jed knew that he felt something different for Octavius, at first he thought he hated the guy, but day after day it was made known that he actually loved him.

and of course, he had to be in the same DND group as him, classic, whats even funnier is that in-game, their characters are married, something about appeasing a court in the faewild, it didnt matter much because just a few weeks after that, Octavius asked him out on a date. They've been a couple ever since. But the group doesnt know that, they've made jokes here and there but it never crossed any lines, Jedediah didnt tell anyone out of fear first, Octavius didnt tell anyone because nobody asked much, he told people casually and it wasnt much of a problem after, so they never told the group.

Jed wasnt afraid anymore, so why not take a chance?

it was one of the calmer sessions in the games, still walking carefully in case of any curses that reside in the lands. "Its an awfully inviting clearing, the trees shift and stir, the birds chirp and sing, a foggy mist settles over the sides dimming the lights to reveal fireflies dancing in the air, but hiding any way of escape, what do you do?" Nicky narrates, hes gotten so much better at it, instead of the stumbly, stuttering sections of small text and strained, hidden voices of characters he was trying to play, he was bold and steady, the picture flowing seamlessly into the next "can i look to see if there are any traps or illusions?" Ahkmenrah asks, one of Jed and Larry's best friends from highschool, both of them were happy to see him again

"roll a perception check, add a disadvantage because of the fog" Ahk rolls his D-20 "uh, 17" Nicky nods, looking over to gloss over the page of his notebook "you spot a beartrap at the side of a fallen tree, its clapped around one of its branches, reaching out to touch the outside of the clearing, it seems that its real, but it doesnt feel like wood, it feels like a stone pillar, the area isnt an illusion, but not everything is right" they nod, one of them in the group, a guy named Lance that Ahk dragged along (who Jed totally didnt wanna punch because Octavius remarked on his eyes, no way) advanced forward and saw a shallow grave in the dirt, they all came to see it

"is there anything at the bottom?" Oct asked, Nicky smiled, bad sign "there is! a small wooden chest, there isnt any locks on it, it seems you can just open it like you would with any other box" Octavius hummed, Jed tried to ignore how the sound gave him butterflies "i take the box!" lance announced, Nicky describes how he takes it, opening it up to reveal a bottle with a note in it and a sharp dagger, obsidian blade with a willow wood handle, Octavius opted to inspect the dagger for any inscriptions or engravings

"you take the dagger in your hands, it feels heavier than any steel or even obsidian that you've ever held, in the handle it reads "with love, My dagger" everyone was confused, another puzzle, woo boy. Ahk tried to figure it out but just got nowhere, Octavius asked if there was anywhere you could put a dagger, "the stone alter shines slightly, there seemed to be a slot in it, but the air around it seemed that whoever did this, would pay a price" Octavius debated for a second before saying to insert the dagger, his character was met with a faewild curse

"you fall over, completely unconscious before you even hit the ground, a faewild curse passes over you, you shall be alseep for until you find a kiss of true and pure love, y'know like that one disney princess, sleeping beauty or snow white, i cant remember, but yeah" the group chuckles while Octavius states that this couldnt have ended worse, suddenly Lance pipes up "arent Gaius and Smith married? would Smith be able to wake him up or no?" Nicky passes Jed a D-20 "roll"

Jedediah rolled "12" Nicky laughed "alright yeah, Smith kneels down to check whats wrong, feeling the compelling urge to kiss Gaius, he gives him a kiss on the lips and suddenly Gaius's eyes flicker open, hes awake but has a disadvantage on all persuasion and strength rolls" the two others laugh, not thinking that would actually work when Jed smirked, the fun of DND was mostly that they got to act out what the characters do, right? he shrugged "alright"

Jedediah grabbed Octavius's face, pulling him in for a kiss, Octavius was shocked by the sudden affection but melted into it quickly, closing his eyes and pulling the other by the collar of his shirt. The table went into absolute chaos, they didnt expect THIS, Octavius pulled away with a smile, Jed chased his lips, connecting them again for another kiss "ALRIGHT BREAK IT UP BREAK IT UP!!" Ahkmenrah and Nicky yelled.

yeah, Jedediah likes DND nights

[buriedwithadonkey]

'The one I called my brother - Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah drabble'

I remember the last words my brother said to me, before the cruel hands of death dragged me away. His cold eyes piercing through my dying soul. The blade that sliced my body felt like a dull ache to me. It was his eyes that stung more. To me, it first looked like hatred, and then, guilt. I felt air enter my lungs for the last time as my brother's bloodied hands silenced my screams.

'I hate you.' He whispered, hiding his tears. I could only look up at him as death slowly took me.

I could never hate him, because if I did, it would consume me like it did to him, the one I called my brother.

[mslaevateinn]

A visit from an old family friend

Here is a drabble for the thirtiest day of Promptober! I honestly never thought I would ever create anything for the Night at the Museum fandom, but, here we are!

Written for: the bonus prompt “Create a crossover of two or more fandoms” for @flufftober

Pairing: Ahkmenrah & Morpheus No warnings Word count: 100

It was a typical night at the British Museum. Akhmenrah had been walking around the exhibits for some time, when he felt the smallest of disruptions.

Can be found on AO3!

It was a typical night at the British Museum. Akhmenrah had been walking around the exhibits for some time, when he felt the smallest of disruptions. The sensation felt familiar, but his brain could not pinpoint why, exactly.

At least, until he heard a low and gravely voice talk, from behind him.

“Hello Akhmenrah”

He had come back. Akhmenrah turned around and bowed his head.

“Bes. My liege.” Anger and incomprehension suddenly filled Akmenrah. The… god, or whatever he was had been visiting his family regularly for over millennia, but when Akhmenrah would have needed him… He was not there, and Ahkmenrah suffered for decades. He opened his mouth, but the nature of the entity in front of him came back to him, and Ahkmenrah shut it back.

“All is good, my child. Say what you need to.” Akmenrah lifted his head, and stared and the black eyes in front of him. “Where have you been?” “I was trapped,” Bes said, shocking Ahkmenrah. “Just like you were, as I have learnt.” “Pardon me.” “It is alright. I understand what imprisonment and isolation feel like, and your resentment.”

Bes gestured towards the exhibits’ direction. “Tell me about you as we walk.”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

2024 Fanfic/Author Recommendations! - 1/5/24

I thought I'd give some love to some of my favorite creators this lovely Sunday!

Please, please, please, give some love to these amazing writers!

To the authors and creators below, Thank you for your incredible work! Your writing has been a beacon of inspiration for me, especially during my hiatus. When my writer's block was drowning me, your work truly helped me. Thank you for sharing your talent! Stay strong!

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[whoopsallwhump]

Whump Intro Post

Hi, I'm Nocturne! (they/them) Requests are open for drabbles/hc's!

Whumpees I can write (in no particular order):

-Leo Fitz!

-Bruce Banner!

-Crowley (Good Omens)

-Kurt Wagner

-Apollo (Percy Jackson)

-GraveRobber*

-Mozenrath!

-Leone Abbacchio

-Rohan Kishibe

-Diego Brando

-Lotor

-Victor Frankenstein! (Shelley version)(I like my men sad and pathetic)

-Igor Straussman* (Victor Frankenstein 2015)

-Steven Grant (TV series)

-Marc Spector* (TV series)

-Loki (Marvel)

-Miguel O'Hara

-Ambrosius Goldenloin (graphic novel or movie version)

Jackson Jekyll (but not Holt for some reason, idk why)

-Ahkmenrah!

-my OC's!

-Astarion (I played bg3 :) )

-Herbert West* (movie or book version)(he's such a little freak, I need time to study him)

-Okuyasu Nijimura! (mostly mild-ish stuff, I love him too much)

-J'onn J'onnz! (animated TV)

(Key: *=new/not well-researched yet, !=fav/I have a lot of thoughts about them)

Whumpees I can't write but love nonetheless:

-Legolas (I feel like a fool every time I try to attempt the Tolkien style)

-Sephiroth (haven't played game)

-Miles Edgeworth (haven't played game)

Whumpees I don't write anymore:

-Nico di Angelo (he deserves to rest <3) (my first whumpee ever)

Whump Tropes (some favs):

-fainting/disorientation

-blood loss

-sleep deprivation

-sick/delirious

-hiding an injury

-torture

Whump Nopes (I don't like them):

-extensive pet whump/dehumanization

-multi-character whump (I prefer to write one at a time)

-woman whump (except for rare circumstances)(ilu women)

-character death (I need the comfort in my hurt/comfort!)

[sherlollydramoine]

An intense breakup with Ahkmenrah over him only being alive during the night and both of you don’t want to break up but you have to...

This didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted… and it didn’t end up being as big of a fight as I wanted…. but… here ya go. I’m just warming up in with these angst prompts.

Word Count: 440

Laying on the blankets all wrapped up in a tangle of limbs with your night time only lover Ahkmenrah after a great round of sex, when it hit you, feelings that you were trying to ignore but couldn’t any longer. You were so in love with him but you also were well aware of the fact that your lover was very dead during the day. 

He was stroking your hair and whispering loving words to you in his native tongue as he pulled your body close to his. You suddenly know what has to be done and it was going to kill you both, but deep down you know that he is aware that these moments couldn’t last forever.

Burying your face in his bare chest you start to sob which of course only caused him alarm.

“YN, my Queen, what is the matter?”

“Oh, Ahk, I-I-I-”

You suddenly sit up and pull your body away from his, scrambling to find your dress to throw it over your head choosing to forgo your undergarments in your rush to try and get away. Ahkmenrah was having none of that behavior, and also had no qualms about being nude in front of anyone, he was from an ancient time when modesty was of no concern.

“Are you upset with me? Have I done something?”

“No Ahk. No you haven’t and yet you have done everything!”

“YN, please explain? I’m not sure I’m understanding what is going on.”

“Ahk I-I-I- I’m in love with you but I have to leave you. I can’t do this anymore. You and I will never really work. You can’t be with me during the day, we can never grow old together, we can never raise a proper family together. I’m so in love with you and would be willing to give up my life it meant you getting to live yours, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t see you anymore. It hurts too badly for me to continue giving you all the parts of me that- that-” you stop, trying to breath through the sobs that have suddenly wracked your body. 

“So you love me but you don’t want to be with me?”

“Yes.” you mumble, unable to look up at him. You bend down to gather your things, and walk out of the museum hellbent on never going back. 

Eight months after the night that broke your heart, and according to Larry it also broke Ahk’s, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy that is the spitting image of his father. A father that could never and will never know of his own child’s existence. 

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Ahk reuniting with his wife after not seeing for over thousands of years? Lots of fluff? Slight NSFW at end? Pwease?

We love our soft Ahk on this blog 💖

***

A long, long time ago…

Ahkmenrah, King of Egypt, watched from his litter as you helped some of the children finish their paper boats before setting them to sail down the Nile, an offering for the great Osiris. The children were enamored with their Queen, listening intently to every word she spoke as she explained the significance of the ritual.

Ahkmenrah knew he would find you here, amongst all the farmers instead of in a circle of nobility. You were never one to choose comfort above duty, and one of the reasons Ahk chose you for his wife was because you knew as well as he that nothing, nothing in this great land would exist without its people and its blessings from the gods.

“Hello, my love,” Ahkmenrah greeted as he walked up beside you, the children all pausing and some bowing, depending on their age and their understanding of the presence of the pharaoh himself.

“None of that, children,” Ahk said. “We are all the same when it comes to our journey to the afterlife. We must all respect the great Osiris.”

The children rushed to show the pharaoh their boats and Ahkmenrah approved of each and every one of them before they were set to sail.

Once the children rushed back to their parents, Ahkmenrah took your hand in his and kissed your temple, the beads in your hair tinkling like music as nuzzled into your neck.

“You are so beautiful, my love. Your soul shines with the splendor of Ra himself.”

“Smooth, my King. Very, very smooth,” you say, chuckling as you pulled away to place your own boat on the Nile, Ahkmenrah watching you and thanking all the gods he had found such a loving, humble queen.

***

Present day…

“And so, we had the Festival of Wag: Dedicated to the death of Osiris and honoring the souls of the deceased on their journey in the afterlife, this festival, was earmarked by people making small boats out of paper and floating their shrines on the waters of the Nile, toward the west to honor the dead.”

Ahkmenrah listened as the latest exhibit from Egypt pontificated, practicing for when it was his turn to serve as a docent during the Museum After-Dark event. Because of the appeal of the young pharaoh, the museum began expanding their Egyptian exhibit. Ahk had been joined by the mummy of a priest, a high priestess, and a craftsman and his wife. He supported them as they adjusted to their new life, and while he was grateful to be joined by more of his people, every time the museum introduced a new mummy, Ahkmenrah couldn’t help but wish it would be the mummy of his beloved wife.

It was silly of him to even hope because no trace of you had ever been found. Ahk assumed his vile brother sought to it, determined to ensure that his afterlife was filled with nothing but an aching feeling of being incomplete.

“What do you think, your majesty?” the priest, Imhoten, asked.

“I believe people will find the festival most interesting. I know it was one of my favorites.”

Imhoten smiled at Ahkmenrah, delighted his king was pleased.

“Ahk! Ahk!” Larry called, puffing for breath as he ran into the Egyptian wing.

“Larry, whatever is the matter?” Ahkmenrah rose, concern filling his face.

“You’re never—gonna—believe—what’s, well who’s—in the antiquities bay.”

Ahkmenrah ran to Larry and grasped his shoulders.

“Explain. Please, my friend,” Ahk said, his eyes full of desperation.

“It’s a mummy from your time, they think. And it’s someone of importance—maybe a queen.”

Ahkmenrah’s heart sank.

“Thank you, Larry, but do you know what the chance is that she is myqueen?”

“I’m sorry, Ahk. I guess you’re right,” Larry said, his face pulling into a frown. “I didn’t mean to get your hopes up.”

“I know,” Ahkmenrah said, smiling at his guardian. “However, duty calls. Take me to her.”

“About that …” Larry said, his eyes on the floor. “She sort of escaped.”

“Escaped?”

“The appraisers had her sarcophagus open, so when night fell, there was nothing to stop her from awakening. Atilla and his goons nearly had her but she wrangled one of their spears and shucked it straight through General Alaric’s head.”

“My gods!” Ahkmenrah said, his heartbeat picking up a bit because that sounded exactly like something you would do.

“She was last headed toward the Hall of Botanicals.”

“I will try to head her off. If I can just speak to her, I think it will calm her. Can you seal off the other entrance?”

Larry nodded and took off.

Ahkmenrah quickly made his way to the exit of the Botanical Hall, figuring that the new mummy would follow a linear path through the exhibit.

The Botanical Hall ended with an exhibit of jungle plants. It was dark and the sounds of the rainforest echoed with big beautiful birds flying from branch to branch, calling to their mates. There was also a light mist that fell to keep the plants watered.

Orchids, Passion Fruit Flowers, and Bromeliads lined the walkway, thriving in the dense recreation of their homeland, their bright colors almost serving as lights as Ahk walked slowly through the exhibit, his eyes straining to find the scared mummy. A stream ran on either side of the exhibit, littered with dozens of water lilies, and that’s where he saw her, leaning over to run her fingers through the water.

She held her wet fingers to her lips before shaking her head, obviously not caring for the taste.

Ahkmenrah spoke softly in his native tongue.

“Do not be frightened of me. I am like you.”

And that’s when she froze, her body stiffening before Ahkmenrah could see her hands tremble.

“My king?”

Ahkmenrah felt as if he had been doused with cold water, his legs frozen, unable to move, just as his lips. That voice! It could only belong to …

Y/N.

You turned and when you saw him, your husband, after all this time, your breath, so recently returned to you, escaped once more. Your hand covered your open mouth and you slowly began to walk to Ahkmenrah, praying to the gods that your legs would hold.

“Ahkmenrah,” you breathed, your voice choked and full of tears.

“Y/N,” Ahkmenrah said, finding his voice, but not yet his legs.

You continued to walk toward your husband, your heart hammering in your chest. When you finally were close enough to touch him, he moved, falling to his knees and pushing his face into your stomach, crying.

Tears fell from your cheeks as you pushed his crown off and ran your fingers through his hair, clutching his head to you.

“I have so many questions, Ahk. I am so confused,” you said through your tears.

“I can answer them all, my love,” Ahkmenrah said swiping at the tracks of tears that had fallen down his cheeks, finally rising from his knees to grasp your arms, holding you in front of him so his eyes could drink in your features.

“You are—gods, I cannot even find the words,” Ahkmenrah said, lowering his eyes and chuckling and you joined him.

“I understand. I never thought I would see you again, and here you are—just as handsome and full of life as the day hetook you from us,” you said, spitting out the reference to Kahmunrah.

“And you, sweet Y/N. It was your face I saw as Osiris came to collect my soul. And it has been your face I see each time I awaken. I have longed for you. Ached for you, my queen,” Ahkmenrah said, the desperation of his love etched across all of his features.

“Here I am,” you breathed, standing on your toes to close the last bit of space between you and your king.

Ahkmenrah’s tongue tasted just as it always had and for all you knew, the two of you were back in Egypt, the Nile quietly talking in the background as you drowned in each other’s embrace.

You made short work of Ahkmenrah’s clothes and he of yours, both of your hands moving with such practiced familiarity. The intensity of your feelings couldn’t be put into proper words, so you relied on your hands and fingers, your mouths and tongues, to fulfill the hunger your bodies had carried for something they hadn’t had in thousands of years.

“Ahk?” Larry called out cautiously, the beam from his flashlight creeping toward the tangle of Ahkmenrah and his wife.

But neither Ahkmenrah nor you heard. Nothing in the word could have torn your attention away from each other, so when Larry got an eyeful and an earful, he quickly turned and ushered the rest of the hunting party out of the Botanical Hall, locking the door behind him.

He knew he’d never see Ahkmenrah in the same innocent light again, but Larry couldn’t help but smile—his friend had found his long-lost love.

[rami-hoe]

30. Ahk 😊

Ahk found the concept of Facebook absolutely fascinating. He loved watching me scroll through my feed, seeing what everyone was posting. He insisted we watch every video, even the ads. Usually, I logged in on the main computer at the information desk, but tonight, he asked me to bring my laptop in so we could sit in his exhibit. I didn’t mind; alone time with Ahk was always nice. We were about half an hour into our scrolling when a friend request dinged.

Ahk leaned over my shoulder to peer at my screen. “What’s that?”

“Someone wants to add me as a friend,” I said, clicking on the request. It was some guy. We had a few mutual friends, but they were mostly casual acquaintances, and I didn’t recognize him.

“Are you going to add him?”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I don’t like to add people if I don’t recognize their names.” Before I could delete the request, a message from the same guy popped up. As I did with all the posts, I read it out loud to Ahk.

Heyyy

Not sure if u remember me. we met at Jamie’s party? ur cute as hell so i though id shoot u a message. what r u up to?

I felt Ahkmenrah’s jaw tense against my shoulder. “Who does this man think he is?”

I reached over to stroke his cheek. “He’s just hitting on me. It happens sometimes.” The semantics of modern day flirting were something Ahk still struggled with.

“Let me speak to him.”

I laughed. “Ahk, it doesn’t work like that. Look, I’ll message him back.”

Hanging out with my boyfriend.

Ahk relaxed.

u have a boyfriend??

And promptly tensed back up again.

Yes.

ur profile says ur single???

“What does that mean?” The weight of Ahk’s head disappeared from my shoulder. He leaned closer to the screen, as if proximately was the thing preventing him from reading it himself.

“Facebook has this relationship status thing,” i said, maneuvering over to my profile to show him what I meant.

“Why have you not told Facebook we are together?”

I laughed, until I saw the way Ahk’s eyebrows had knitted together with hurt. “I just haven’t updated it,” I assured him. “I’m sorry- look, I’ll do it now.”

With a few clicks, I changed my status from “single” to “in a relationship” though I neglected to put a name. I didn’t want my Facebook friends to start asking who “Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Four Kings” was.

When the post was up, Ahk leaned back in to study it. Apparently approving, he nipped my ear and whispered “mine.”

“Yours,” I confirmed, nuzzling back against him.

Ahk’s lips pressed to my neck just as one final message popped up.

Bitch.

[poptod]

Dusk and Dawn (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: A gardener and a prince look for the beauty in the world and end up finding it in each other.

Notes: This is mostly a drabble that came about after I played with the hose while watering my flowers, and also after I read some ancient Egyptian poetry. gender neutral. Word Count: 10.5k

AO3 Link: Dusk and Dawn

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God, you loved to watch him. He didn't know about that, of course, but you still liked to look up every now and then. Your garden was right below his room, and he often sat in the open arches overlooking the city. A soft sigh fluttered through you – the sun set on your end of the palace, and the warm rays always glittered in the prince's golden robes. Surprisingly you actually had met him, though that was a long while ago and you doubted he remembered you. Still, you held the hopeful fantasy that maybe he was looking down, watching you tend the blue lotus pond.

For a long while you'd been tending to the western garden, bringing water for the plants, keeping the pond clean and making sure the turtles and geese were fed. There were a few birds who lived there, and those that did each had a name assigned by you. One had electrically orange tail feathers; that one's name was Abayomi. Another had black feathers surrounding her eyes – her name was Nuru. An ibis also stopped by every now and then, though you didn't have a name for it, as it usually roosted up in the treetops.

None of that really mattered, but tending the garden all day and living without many friends had set a special loneliness upon you, and with no visitors you could generally do as you wished. That's why you kept one of your prized possessions there amongst the flower bushes; a flower from China that grew in the shade. The Pharaoh was not aware of the flower, but you doubted he'd actually care anyway. After all, he barely glanced at the list of gardeners before hiring you, and he seemed to be doing it more to satisfy his wife's wishes than to fulfill a passion for the earth.

Either way, you were lucky to have the job you did – it paid well, was an easy enough, enjoyable job, and every now and then you could see the prince in his palace windows. The best times were when you could hear the jangled notes of him trying to play harp, though most times it was rather out of tune.

You circled the sandstone path of the garden once more, watching every flower and testing their sweet scent in the warm air. Once you checked the health of each vine, bush, and tree, you turned to the pool of water, the alabaster edge marking the lillies encircling a tiny, grass island in the center, where turtles liked to relax.

As the last vestiges of sunlight disappeared over the desert and oasis horizon, you stood from your knelt position against the white lip lining the water, looking up to a purple dusk above you. One glance at the open arches and he was not there. Slightly disappointed, you enjoyed the last few minutes of your job before you left. You didn't ever really like going home – your roommates didn't like you all that much (and to be fair, you didn't like them), and the gardens were much quieter. Unfortunately, you had to pack up your remaining tools, as your garden was the home of nesting animals and the few nobles who meandered the paths at night.

Tomorrow you would have to tend to the bushes. Their branches, while fruitful, had to be trimmed properly so as to keep a 'clean' look about the place. Another issue was the overcrowding of the date trees; you'd have to look into that, but you left that for tomorrow. As for tonight, you wandered on home, watching the stars appear in the sky like distant candles marking an oasis.

You awoke to the screech of birds outside your window, roosting in the tall trees even with your third-floor bedroom. Grumbling, you hid away from them, slowly acclimatizing yourself to the idea of standing up. When at last you did so, you turned to the small mirror in your name. Kneeling before it you tidied up your hair, making sure you looked even before reaching for your clothes. Normal clothes today, you thought – nothing special happening, just another day of tending.

Beneath the pile of cloth, something rattled, and as you pulled the folded clothes away you found a golden armband beneath them, clinking against the stone floor. You paused, curiosity consuming you until you set the clothes aside and picked up the band. Examining it, you admired the sun's reflection and the lapis beads dug into the shape of a scarab. Your brows knitted together; you had no recollection of seeing this, much less buying it. Maybe one of your roommates had gotten it for you, but it seemed improbable, as they often failed to pay rent. For a moment you contemplated wearing it, ultimately deciding it couldn't do any harm.

With a soft smile on your face you pulled on your sandals, tying up the leather laces before slinging your linen satchel over your shoulders. Running down the stairs, you made a quick stop to the pantry, taking one of the parts before you left out the front door. It would be a beautiful day, you thought, as the sun shone warm overhead, and in the distance you saw naught but a pale blue sky and faraway mountains. You passed by a couple birdsongs as you made your way to the palace, and though you made sure to appreciate them you also made sure not to be late. Not that you actually had to check in or anything – just a personal preference.

It didn't take too long before the palace stood in front of you, the tall, stone walls leering over the city. The sight unsettled people sometimes (mostly foreigners), but you found it familiar over all else. Another soft smile crossed you – if you could find time to stop by the kitchens, you could get leftover bread and scraps for the birds, which always helped in their amiability with you.

You passed by several people in the halls, none of which you knew, though silent nods were usually exchanged. Politeness was key when dealing with royalty and nobles, and your fear of them helped to keep you in check. You would never be able to find it within yourself to disobey nor befriend royalty.

Fortunately, you did stop by the kitchens, and the servants working there bid you a cheery hello and pleasant good bye as you came and went, stuffing day-old bread in your bag.

Continuing on your way, you came to the large archway leading into your garden. Sunlight shone through it and onto the stone you stood upon, lighting up the intricate detailing of the carved arch, and the bits of metal in your sandals. Warmth rolled up your body, comforting your skin as you continued forward. The sun had always been your friend, and you hoped it would remain that way, as you always smiled when the sun touched your face.

Setting your bag down on the stone floor you snuck behind the bushes, pulling out the box of various tools you needed. Shovels both big and small, shears, bags of earth direct from the Nile's shores, such and such – you dug through for a moment before reaching the large, metal clippers. Holding it with both hands you smiled, satisfied with the size before you stood. The bushes needed trimming; you'd do that first, and once you finished with that, you could climb up into the trees and harvest the dates, and later the figs nabk berries.

In the meantime, you listened to the faraway music of the temples, carefully snipping away at the loose leaves and branches. Out of habit you looked up to the sky, watching for both birds and the prince. When you found neither of them you let out a dissatisfied mumble, returning to the task at hand with a tinge of disappointment.

By around noon you finished off the bushes, and you excitedly prepared for your next task of the day. It was a tad harder than your previous work, but more worth it, and certainly more enjoyable.

Grabbing a wicker basket you set it beneath the date tree, looking up so as to carefully measure where the dates would fall. Date trees were tall, tall enough to need either a ladder or a rope, neither of which you had. You contemplated your various options before deciding you could probably climb up the trunk. Whether or not that was safe you didn't know, but it wasn't particularly important anyway. Climbing trees was fun.

Your first attempt ended up with you flopping onto your back as you fell. It wasn't a very long fall considering you only made it two feet into the air, but it still knocked the air out of you, which was an unpleasant feeling all around. Trying again, you kept your hands tight around the wood, using your shoeless feet to get a better grip. With a little more flailing you made it to the top, wrapping your legs around the trunk and releasing your hands. You floated midair, and with a wide, triumphant grin you began to pick at the branches heavy with dates, letting them fall into the basket far below.

Through the tree branches movement caught your eye, pausing your hands as curiosity once more overcame you. High above you, the prince stood at his golden arches, and for a second the two of you made eye contact. Reaching your hand out wide, you waved at him. He laughed – at least that's what you thought he was doing, and he waved back. Your own bright grin crossed you, but before you could think of something to yell, he returned to the safety of his room. You tried not to let it disappoint you and returned to the dates.

A few minutes later and the heavier branches were lifted of the bulk of their fruits, making the brush of the leaves much lighter in the breeze that passed by. You climbed carefully to the floor, jumping off when you could, and looking over the collected dates. It was a good batch – clean, well shaped, with little to no bruises. You had a special talent when it came to that, which you liked to believe made you a better gardener.

Lifting up the heavy basket you took it to the waterside, kneeling on the ledge and dipping the basket in. The design of the flax allowed water to pass through, and as you soaked the fruit the bugs and dirt washed away, fluttering to the bottom of the clear pond. With a grunt you lifted it out, the remaining water draining till all that was left was clean dates. You took one – just to taste, and within the first bite you knew the trees were having a wonderful spring.

As you made your way to the arch, ready to take the basket to the kitchen, you were stopped by nearly walking head-on into a man entering the garden. You fumbled only a moment, your grip on the basket tightening so as to not accidentally drop it on both your and the stranger's feet.

"Oh goodness," you breathed out as you stepped backwards, narrowly avoiding collision.

"I'm sorry, I – I didn't see you, sorry," he stammered, holding his hands out in front of him defensively.

Looking up to his face, your breath stopped, eyes widening imperceptibly. Immediately you dropped the basket, kneeling before him in a bow that pressed your forehead against the stone floor.

"My prince," you said, your voice weak from nerves.

"Oh, there's no need for that," he said quickly, helping you back up to your feet while you stared in awe and confusion. "I'm the one that almost ran into you, after all. You're the gardener, right?"

You nodded, heart pounding against your ribs.

"I see you from my room, sometimes," he said, and right away you recalled crystal clear memories of seeing him far above you that dated back years.

"I think I waved to you," you said softly.

"Yes," he said with a smile, "you did. I just... I thought I should introduce myself. I think we've seen quite a lot of each other, but I still don't know your name."

"I am Nedjem," you introduced yourself with a shallow bow.

"Ahkmen," he said, offering you his hand. Gingerly you took it, shaking his hand.

"I'm sorry to leave so shortly, but I need to take these to the kitchens," you said as you knelt, ignoring how close you were previously standing before him in favor of lifting up the heavy basket. He scooted to the side to allow passage.

"Will you be back?"

"Of course, my prince," you said with another short bow, this time bidding him a short good-bye.

A shiver ran through you – both from your encounter and the sudden shade in the chilled walls of the palace. Passing by the paintings adorning the hallways, you noticed your hastened step with bashfulness, and the ceaselessly happy smile creeping upon you. You couldn't control it, so instead you kept your head up and waved to the couple people you passed by.

It wasn't a long trip to the kitchens, and though the chefs wanted to discuss something with you, you quickly excused yourself with the excuse that the prince was waiting for you. They shut up pretty well after that.

The prince was just as nice as you thought he would be, something even you could tell from your brief meeting. A giddiness ran through you – he was so polite, especially considering his other family members. You'd only met his brother once, but you preferred it that way, considering in that one meeting that lasted exactly four minutes, he managed to find seven different ways to insult you. A creative lad for sure, but not kind.

You reentered the garden with the large, empty basket at your hip. Humming quietly to yourself, you stowed it away with the other tools, not bothering to look back at the pond.

"Is this where you keep your tools?" The voice of the prince said behind you, and before you could help it you jumped, whirling around to face him with quickened breath. At your reaction his eyes widened, and he said, "I'm so sorry, that's twice now I've made you jump. Oh dear."

"No, it's my fault, I should've noticed you standing there," you said quickly, trying to get your breathing under control. The prince didn't make it any easier – he was practically standing chest to chest with you, and with you backed up against the thick brush, you couldn't move anywhere. You could feel your cheeks boiling with a vibrant blush.

"I'm still sorry," he said with a weak chuckle, taking a few steps back so you could leave your little hole behind the bushes. You nodded your head gratefully, but you couldn't hold that long of a conversation with him, even if you wanted to. After all, you were still at work, and the fig trees needed to be plucked and trimmed.

As you took one of the smaller baskets to the northern row of fig trees, the prince followed behind you, looking over your shoulder as you worked away. With your bare knees dug into the soft earth, you ducked beneath the tree branches and reached for the more invisible of the fruits. There had to be a few visible for the King to pick, should he come through, so you took up the tendency of taking the bare minimum. The King hadn't said anything, so you assumed it was fine.

"Can I make it up to you?" The prince said in that mellowed, honey voice that you doubted you'd ever grow used to.

"What do you mean?" You asked, reluctant to turn away from your task, as any eye contact you held with the prince had your heartbeat picking up and your palms sweating.

"I frightened you terribly. You could've dropped your basket. Both times, too," he added, drawing a soft laugh out of you. Shaking your head, you tried to think up a response as you debated whether or not you actually wanted to spend time with him. He was kind, but you couldn't trust yourself to keep calm.

"That's really not necessary," you said.

"I know," he said as he knelt down beside you, dirtying his golden robes. Before you could say anything, he added, "I just want to."

"I would love to, but I'm busy with the garden most days," you said with a sigh, your heart sinking ever so gently into a pit of regret for something you hadn't even decided not to do.

"What about tonight? I can take you down to the river, we can sail for a little while," he offered, and though your immediate reaction was to turn him down, you paused before speaking. You could certainly use more flora and such for the garden (it was a little sparse around the walls), and one of the best, cheapest places to get it was in the wild.

"Can I collect plants?" You asked quietly, almost embarrassed to bring it up. But he just smiled, warm and comforting, as though what you said was not only special but worth hearing.

"Of course. When do you finish off here? I can meet you then," he said, and you answered with your usual time, which was around sunset.

He bowed curtly before he left, a hint of a smile tugging at the ends of his lips. You let out a heavy breath – he could be quite intense, but you looked forward to the day you could relax around him, should that day ever come. In the meantime you fantasized while you gardened, dreaming of picking figs beside him and wading in the shallow pools.

The sun set slow that afternoon, verging carefully into evening. You didn't notice, still caught up in your plants, and having yet to feed the geese circling the pond. The ibis hadn't come today, but you weren't worried – it could handle itself just fine. As for the domesticated ducks and turtles, not quite so much, and as one of the servants brought you a small basket of wide, crisps leaves, you thanked them with a short bow. They left quickly, and with that you turned to the animals gathered in the pond and on its' island.

Slipping off your sandals you kept the basket of leaves close to you, carefully readying yourself for dipping your feet into the water. It chilled against you, crawling slowly up your leg till you stood calf deep in the water, wading across the soft dirt floor towards the island. Several of the turtles looked up to you, but the rest didn't pay your presence any mind. Smiling softly, you pulled a few leaves out, holding them in your hand for the more hungry ones to bite into. The crisp of the leaf in a sharp beak snapped in the quiet air, bothered only by the soft giggles leaving you at the sight.

Ahkmen watched as the edge of your skirt dipped ever so slightly into the water, smiling to himself at your absolute concentration. He stood, leant against the arch while you hummed quietly, taking short pauses to speak to the many turtles now staring at you. It was a rather unfamiliar sight to him, but he still couldn't help the smile on his face.

"I've got to feed the others now," you told the turtles quietly, leaving the rest of the leaves on the center of the island before wading back to shore.

Setting down the now-empty basket, you reached for the bag of bread crumbs, only then catching Ahkmen out of the corner of your eye. You nearly jumped – again – but fortunately, you kept your composure this time.

"Do you often feed them?" He asked, his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a lopsided smile.

"Feed them every day," you said with a nod. "They live here."

"Really? I thought they were wild," he said, stepping away from his place beneath the arch to join you at the side of the pond. Still dressed in his golden robes, though this time wearing neither his cape nor his crown, he sat down on the pond's ledge.

"Some of them are," you said, sprinkling crumbs over the water around the ducks, "but some understand the ease of life here a little better than others."

They began ducking their beaks underwater, fast movements allowing them to eat before it soaked too terribly. You watched with a distant smile, sprinkling more over as they ate quickly, the sound apparently amusing Ahkmen.

"Could I feed them?" He asked, his eye switching between the geese and you.

"Of course," you said, handing him the bag.

With a grin he grabbed a rather large handful, mimicking your sprinkling, but ultimately failing when a sizable chunk fell from his palm, sinking into the water. He frowned.

"Don't worry," you said, "they'll get it eventually. They always do."

The two of you stayed there a little while longer, you calf-deep in water, and Ahkmen sitting on the ledge, his skirt crumpled in his hands to avoid soaking it. As you fed the last bits of bread to the ducks, the sun fell behind the horizon. That familiar purple tinted the sky, making way for the first stars, and in the southern sky, the moon. Dusk settled itself upon the land, and with that you looked to Ahkmen who was already staring at you.

"Nice evening, isn't it?" He murmured, tracing his finger over the lily pads. You agreed with a hum. "Shall we go then?"

He stood before you answered, and wordlessly you followed him, wading carefully in the water before making it to the edge. Hauling yourself off, you wrung out the end of your skirt. You offered a small smile before taking your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before you left the garden, walking beside him like good friends. For a little while he led you through the palace corridors, into places you'd never been before and didn't really care to be. It didn't take too long, though – soon he was leading you down an outdoor path to a distant boathouse, sitting on the edge of the Nile with its' canoes brushing up against the dock in time with the gentle movement of the water.

The scent of the shore hit you all at once, enlivening your heart till you were practically giddy, your pace quickening to reach the river sooner. Beside you Ahkmen smiled at your excitement, fixing his steps to match yours.

"I don't get a lot of free time," you told him quietly, your eye never straying from the fertile shore. "My work takes a lot of... well, work."

"I feel the same way," he said with a chuckle, "with all the studies I've got to do."

"At least we have free time in the night," you said.

"Indeed. And I'm happy to spend it with you," he said, leaning forward to catch your reaction. He was quite a lot taller than you.

"You hardly know me," you mumbled as a blush began creeping up your cheeks.

"I know you care deeply about the earth. That tells me a lot about you already," he said.

"Like what?"

"You're kind and thoughtful," he said, pondering quietly for a moment before he continued. "You're also quite beautiful, though I didn't need to see your garden to know that."

You said nothing, instead staring at the ground while Ahkmen watched your growing blush with much interest. He had a soft blush of his own, invisible in the dark of night, and he preferred to keep it that way.

At last you stood beside the shore, following him into the boathouse where the skiffs were tied up. As he set about positioning oars and untying ropes, you sat on the end of one of the many wooden docks, your legs dangling off the edge, just barely skimming the surface of the water. Staring upwards, you watched the sky's movements in the approaching midnight. Soon it would become much harder to see, but you didn't mind all that much – night was a beautiful time to be alive, and the moon above would be able to mark the definitions of the plants along the Nile. You fidgeted thoughtlessly with the strings of your bag, only pulled away when Ahkmen tapped your shoulder.

"Ready?" He asked as you pulled yourself to your feet.

"Yes, my prince," you said with a smile.

"You don't need to call me that. Not when we're alone at least," he said, taking your hand and leading you to another dock, where a boat sat tethered by only one rope in a weak knot.

Helping you inside, he had you sit on the end before entering himself, untying the rope and taking an oar in hand.

"Do you want me to do that?" You asked, too aware of his royalty.

"Aren't I the one who invited you here?" He asked in reply, a questioning smirk on his face.

You huffed, but unfortunately couldn't stop your own smile from appearing. He clearly liked your compliance, though you felt nothing but restlessness as he rowed, taking the two of you far from the boathouse and the palace. Sighing, you tried to comfort yourself – the prince was perfectly safe, and you had nothing to worry about. The thought alone didn't rid you of your anxiousness, though blamed that chiefly on the way Ahkmen kept an expectant eye on you, smiling when you smiled and generally watching you with an innocent curiosity.

"By the way, if my father catches us, this trip is for your garden," he said, breaking the silence, followed by your laughter muffled by your hand.

"I'll keep that in mind," you said when you calmed down enough to form words.

He was beaming at your delight, his eyes shining even in the dim light of the moon. You hadn't taken the time to notice it before, but he had a childish curiosity for the world, something you often found in yourself as well. After all, you tended to the geese and turtles as though you could speak with them, a trait more commonly seen in children than adults.

The shore rolled slowly by, marked only by the soft sound of water rushing against Ahkmen's oar. Ripples ran from the droplets falling in by the oar, brushing against the fingers you dipped ever so slightly into the water, finding comfort in its' familiarity. There were no fish in the river, at least none you could see – it was a bit hard to look for fish at night. 

When at last you found your search fruitless you turned back to the shore, feeling nothing but your heart beating harsher every second you spent with the Prince. Not out of any logical anxiety, of course; just the need to be seen as good, as worth his time.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught a flower resting in the water, the petals white and the center pink. Your eyes widened.

"Could we stop here for a moment?" You asked, your eye never leaving the flower.

Wordlessly he followed your request, guiding the boat to shore, where you immediately jumped out. Water splashed up your leg, a few drops reaching him. You didn't watch, caught up in the search, though you still heard Ahkmen's quiet chuckle.

In the garden you tended, the lillies were blue – blue lotus to be exact, and though they were beautiful, blue was the only color they showed. Maybe it was just that specific strand of flower, but excitement still filled you as you reached the white lilly resting on a wide, dark green pad. Pulling the small knife out of your bag, you dipped your hands into the water, running your knife across both the pad and the flower's stem till it broke, allowing you to pick the two up as one.

"You know, people come to our gardens, and they always marvel over our blue lilies," you said, wading the short way back to the boat, "but I always find white lilies to be more worth the time. They grow everywhere in the rest of the world, but so rarely do you find one here. I think it'll make a good addition to your garden."

"I've always thought of it as a bland color," he admitted, taking your hand and helping you back into the skiff.

"It's purity, and it is silence," you said softly, still admiring the flower, even as you took your seat back in the boat, dripping river water on the floor. "Think of alabaster, and clouds, and the reflection of the sun – white isn't bland. Not when you look closer."

"Maybe you're right," he sighed, taking the oars back in hand and rowing you away from shore.

"It's also good to have more than one type of lily. Makes sure the colors don't clash," you said, bringing a soft chuckle out of him.

"That too," he said.

You turned to the stars, looking up with a distant smile as you admired their light. They had patterns – looking close enough, you could find anything, just like in summer clouds. Lions, trees, chariots, and all of it hidden in the heavens. You sighed softly, filling yourself up with a calm you rarely found while in the presence of someone else.

"I feel as though I already know you," he said, drawing your attention away from the light of the stars and to his light.

"How so?"

"Well, I... um, I've actually watched you for a while, from my room," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I hope that doesn't make you think any less of me. I just... you're very nice to watch."

Despite him initiating the conversation, he wouldn't make eye contact with you, intent to concentrate on the oar that really didn't require all that much concentration. Reaching forward you stilled his hand, allowing the boat to come to a stop in the river as he looked to you.

"I already kind of knew that," you admitted. The two of you had made eye contact enough throughout the years for you to realize a pattern.

"Really?" He asked, a blush burning onto his cheeks as he gripped the oar tight, letting his knuckles turn white.

"I don't mind," you said softly, smiling gently as he met your eye. It brought a small comfort to him.

"It wouldn't've happened if I were allowed to leave the palace, mind you. I just... it gets terribly lonely, sometimes. I know I have to complete my studies since one day I might rule this land in my father's stead, but I am still young," he said, spilling out information you hadn't expected to hear anytime in the next month. You took a moment to contemplate your response.

"At least you're aware of it. Better than ignorance or anything of that like," you said.

"You're a very kind person, aren't you?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the left.

"I don't think that's for me to decide, but thank you anyway," you said with a soft giggle, making him grin as well, dimples creasing into his blushing cheeks.

"I enjoy your company a lot more than I thought I would, and to be fair, I already thought I'd enjoy your company quite a lot," he admitted, making you laugh. Immediately you covered your mouth with your hand, unable to stop the giggling falling from you. His smile only grew.

"I enjoy your company quite a lot, too," you said in a posh voice.

He let his head hang from his shoulders as silent laughs shook his body. Delight filled you – from his smile, from your own comfort, from the gentle current of the river, from your flower, and ultimately just from him. You were expecting a polite man. Not a warm one, but the surprise was one you welcomed with open arms.

As you headed back up the Nile in search of the city, you watched the shore carefully for any other flowers. You didn't end up finding any more, but you did pause for a few fern leaves, and the root of a vine whose leaves splayed wide. Watching the water pass by, you leaned against the edge of the boat, your chin supported by your palm, watching the shadow of your reflection beneath you. She smiled, and your lips quirked up just slightly.

Soon the bottom of the river could be seen, making you raise your head away from the water and towards the prince. The boathouse sat ahead of you, and as Ahkmen rowed you back, you took the little time left to watch the muscles on his back move with every stroke of the oar. You hadn't noticed before, but he was actually rather muscular. Just another thing you realized about him that night along with a dozen other things.

He gently maneuvered the skiff back into its' place at the dock, tying up the rope on his end before tossing his oar onto the dock. Placing his hands on the wood he lifted himself out, tying the other end before lending you his hand, helping you out. You murmured a soft thank you, following behind him as he put away the oar.

"We can do this again, if you like," he offered quietly as the two of you headed back towards the palace. "Or we don't have to. Up to you."

"I'd like to," you said, "if only to get more seeds."

He grinned, shaking his head.

"Shall I find you at dusk again?"

"That sounds nice."

When I hear your voice, it's pomegranate wine

I live to hear it

And if I look at you, at each look,

it is purer than any honey or beer.

True to his word, he did take you on more short excursions, though he called them expeditions, something that always made you chuckle. Maybe it was just because you were bashful around him, but no matter the reason you both enjoyed calling them that. Expeditions or adventures – you still found yourself enjoying them, even if you took the same path through the Nile every time.

At sunset he appeared in the threshold of your garden, watching you silently as he always did. Sometimes you spied him out of the corner of your eye, but most times you didn't, leading to you jumping when he made a sound. The other times that you did see him you let him stand there, feeling the heat of his gaze on your back.

What exactly he was doing you didn't know, but you didn't mind all that much, as he'd never shown any cruelty to you. It was a polar opposite to his brother – at least, in your interactions with the two princes. Kahmuh didn't talk to you nearly as much as Ahkmen did, and you preferred to keep it that way.

"How's the garden today?" He asked, making you twist around to him. The moment you saw him a bright smile lit up your face, now an instinct whenever you met his eye.

"Doing quite well. I need to feed the geese less, though," you noted as you stood from your seat beside the pool, your feet dipped in the water.

"Why? Growing too domesticated?"

"No, just too fat," you said, pulling a laugh from the prince.

As you stepped out of the pond, the geese tried to follow you, honking at you demandingly. You turned around, scolding them quietly before you hurried over to Ahkmen.

"My prince," you greeted him with a bow of your head, a habit you made sure to keep. Just in case. He didn't like it, which was obvious from his knitted brow, but he would have to learn to like it.

"Want to go out on the river again?" He asked, mostly ignoring your greeting.

"Of course."

And you found yourself out on the water for the umpteenth time, staring at the same stars, watching the same shore pass you by, and yet every time you joined him it felt new. Just like the first time you watched the shore carefully, scanning for any flora you could add to the garden. You paused only to look to the sky, charting the stars with your imagination, drawing lines across the heavens to form the earth in the sky.

"I've finally started taking astronomy lessons," he said, his voice airy as he, too, looked up to the stars. "I've always loved the stars, but... never got around to learning much about them till now."

"Is it a difficult subject?" You asked, leaning forward.

"Not yet," he said with a chuckle, making you smile.

With the skiff resting the middle of the river, he set down the oar, moving to sit beside you. He took your hand and pressed your cheek against his, matching your eyes together as he pointed upwards.

"Up there," he said, "you can see Hathor's constellation, right by the brightest star."

"Oh, yeah," you mumbled, watching where he pointed and drew out the sacred cow.

"Over here is an eagle. The tail runs pretty far, but it connects through the southern star," he said, and in your concentration you almost forgot about his touch against yours, curling around your fingertips and pressed against your blushing cheek.

"It's beautiful," you murmured thoughtlessly, not even noticing when his finger dropped down, landing on your intertwined hands. He hummed in agreement, keeping at your side.

Only when silence encompassed you did you pay attention to his closeness, an anxious warmth crowding out your thoughts as he breathed against you. You could so easily rest your head on his shoulder, or stroke your fingers across his forearm, or kiss his cheek – you didn't do any of those things. Instead you enjoyed the softness of his hand while you could, letting your imagination run free as you stared up at the patterns of the stars.

You almost drifted off, almost – one moment you were almost leaning into him, your eyes just barely closing, and the next he once more stood on the other end of the boat, the long oar in his hand. He was humming, quietly enough that you had to strain to hear. As the seconds rolled by you stared back up at the stars, memorizing his thoughtless hum and teaching each note to the distant lights above you.

Upon your return to land your feet grew shaky, too used to being in the gentle rock of the tide. Like all the other times he offered you his hand, and you took it, lifting yourself out of the boat and pressing your side against his for support. He didn't seem to mind, so you stayed right where you were. With your heart thumping so harsh you were worried he could feel it, the two of you left the boathouse, heading up the path back to the palace.

"Have you got anywhere to be in the morning?" He asked.

"No," you answered.

"I'll walk you home, then," he said with a soft smile, and you looked at your feet, ashamed of the blush that so easily overtook you. "I haven't anywhere to be tonight or tomorrow."

"Is that rare for you?" You asked quietly, your shoulder bumping against his arm as you walked.

"Let's just say it doesn't happen often," he said, making you chuckle.

Soon you found yourself at the fork of the path, the well-trodden one leading to the palace, and the overgrown path leading into the city. He took you that way, adopting a slow stroll that you didn't mind in the least. Even if you did get subpar sleep, it would be worth it to spend more time with him, listening to crickets and the distant sound of music. Like most summer evenings, the city was alight with the life of several different parties. The scent of alcohol grew thick in the air, and the shouts of patrons louder, marking where solitude ended and unease began. The prince didn't seem to mind it, but he noticed your discomfort, and in a motion both exciting and familiar, he held your hand in his.

Behold, if I pass before him,

I shall tell him of my turnings;

Behold, I am yours, I shall say to him

And he will boast of my name.

On a late summer morning, you awoke before the sun, bringing yourself to life with a heavy sigh. The blankets across your body draped as you sat up, already awake from the rather disturbing dream you'd had. With the thought of sleep eradicated from your head, you stood, dressed yourself, and left your home without word or breakfast. You regretted the decision about five minutes into the walk to the palace, as you stomach began to grumble uncomfortably. Instead of stopping by anywhere, you thought of your Chinese flower, and how beautiful it would be to see it in the total dark of the hours before dawn. Surely it would be a marvel – and that was what led you away from your comfy bed and fresh food.

Slowly you climbed the steps of the palace, keeping quiet footsteps to keep the peace. Two soldiers were always stationed at each end of the staircase, and though you'd never said hello to any of them, you did wave, which earned you an odd look and confused wave in return. You almost stopped to laugh and initiate and genuine conversation, but the pull of your flower was strong enough to hurry your footsteps towards the garden.

As you reached the open hallway leading into the garden, you paused, already hearing a voice from inside. Silently you approached the arch, hiding behind the wall as you peeked inside.

Ahkmen sat on the pond's ledge, wearing naught but a loosely tied skirt that tugged down with every movement he made. For a moment you lingered on the soft skin of his waist, but your thoughts were torn from there when he spoke, and with one glance you found him talking to Nuru. She didn't look like she minded, but it was hard to pinpoint the emotions of a goose.

"You see Nedjem a lot," he said, his right hand curled around the fabric of his skirt, and the left petting Nuru's wing feathers. "Do you think they like poetry?"

You perked up slightly, though kept in mind it'd be best not to be seen.

"I hope they do," he hummed, a gentle smile on his face as the goose burrowed her neck into her fat body. You really needed to stop feeding them so much. "Lately I've written so much. Mostly on pottery shards, but still... maybe you'll have an opinion on them?"

He proceeded to dig into the small pocket sewn to the side of his skirt, shuffling around before pulling his hand back out, opening it to reveal shard upon shard of limestone. Your heart began to race, your grip on the marble arch tightening.

"I'm not a poet, mind you," he added, talking to the goose as though she were a person. "I can barely write. But..." he trailed off, sorting mindlessly through the collection before pulling one out, holding it up to read.

"Oh to be the artist – able to stare at you for as long as I please. To be the writer, capturing your essence, the sweet melody in your laugh. Oh, to be the musician, mimicking that melody, serenading you with the kindest words and softest tone, to be an artist – what an endearing form of love. How wonderful it must be to be an artist in love. Um..." he stuffed it back in his pocket, picking a new one. "When I touch you, I am love incarnate. I have found a home in the touch of your hand against mine. That one's... quite a bit shorter. Probably won't use that one. Oh, I shouldn't be too straightforward with it, either."

You almost giggled – you didn't, fortunately, managing to cover your mouth with your hand before any sound escaped. But the sight was so sweet, so endearing you could almost imagine him saying those things to you, looking you in the eye, and running his thumb across the curve of your lips. A lump grew in your throat, hurrying your breath as you watched him continue.

"There's only one more that's worth mentioning," he said, although there were a great deal many more shards than the last one he pulled. "I want to love you in so many ways. I want to love you as a servant, as a master, I would love you as a king and I would love you as a farmer. As long as it's you, I could be anything if I still loved you."

"That's a pretty poem," you finally said, leant against the arch and surprising him just like he'd done to you months ago. He immediately looked up, his expression softening when he recognized you.

"Nedjem," he said with a smile, a tinge of relief evident in his eye. "Gods, I thought you were my brother."

"Fortunately no," you said, walking to join him at the side of the pond.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well for one, this is where I work," you said, making both of you laugh. "Who are you writing these poems for?"

He stared at you a moment before answering, "someone very special."

"I'm sure she's quite happy to have your companionship, then," you said, ignoring your own feelings on the matter, as anything detrimental you could say would only worsen your own heart's decay. "And I do like poetry. You can show me them, if you'd like."

"I -"

"Ahkmen!" Came a voice from the hallway, shouting with terror-laced words. "There's a fire in the kitchen!!"

"Again?" He groaned quietly, moving to his feet and running towards the hall. "I'll be back in a moment," he promised you before he left, disappearing behind a corner.

You almost smiled, but instead you turned to Nuru, who was still mostly asleep.

"He's a nice man, isn't he?" You said.

I hear thy voice, O turtle dove-

The dawn is all aglow

Weary am I with love, with love, Oh whither shall I go?

The edge of the sun touched the horizon, casting a hazy, golden glow across the land. Your skin tingled beneath its' touch, warm and familiar as you sat on the docks of the boathouse. Ahkmen was God knows where – you hadn't seen him after the fire incident, and assumed he was busy with princely duties. He had a fair amount of those. You, on the other hand, had spent the last few days fixing up the array of new plants near the garden walls.

"He likes poetry," you murmured aloud to yourself, your concentration on the setting sun and its' peach clouds wavering as you thought on the prince.

He hadn't ever mentioned that about himself before, but it was obvious he enjoyed it quite a lot, and as you thought of his poetry in crystal clear memory, you wondered if perhaps you could write your own poetry. Of course, it wouldn't be written down – you didn't have any papyrus or clay, and you didn't even know how to write. No, you'd have to memorize the words you pieced together, and you imagined yourself serenading him as you closed your eyes, letting your feet drop into the river water below.

You thought and thought, racking your brain for ideas or clues as to what you could do. Compare his beauty to a rose – a tad too feminine, but you hadn't any idea what else to call him. He was sweet; like a rose, and his skin soft, like the red velvet petals. His humor was the scent of a rose's nectar that delighted the bees so, and when you caught him brandishing a spear in a spar against his teacher, he was the thorns of a dark green stem. His life was the roots and you were the water, happy to be something within him, be it a thought or a melody – and he kept you close, safe, like the leaves of a rose bush and the spike of thorns protected every wonderful thing that coexists to form pure life.

You closed your eyes and breathed. You would remember; you had to. Hopefully it would stay in your mind for a good long while, as you had no idea when you would see him next, much less be able to actually speak to him in that manner. It was rather daring, though – a lowly worker infatuated with a prince locked up in a high tower. A reverse fairy tale, and as you opened your eyes to see the quiet ripples of the water, you thought of nothing but him and the stars he drew in your eyes.

Slowly the sun set low, dying once more as the moon took its' place in the sky above you. Looking up, you found the moon as a sliver, smiling in the dark. A cool wind settled over you, making you curl up to avoid the chill. Another deep breath and you turned to the water, watching the reflection of the sky dance, rippling with every slight movement.

Hours passed by and you stayed right there, memorizing your image of him, trying to imprint it in your memory. It would have to be perfect; he deserved no less, especially from someone so low as you. Neither of you had remarked much on your class difference, but every now and then it did bother you – you'd be less than human if it didn't. Sometimes class didn't matter, but sometimes it did, and that but had you gripping the wood of the dock tight. He was a kind man, of voice, touch, and words, and you had no doubt he could love someone beneath him. Whether he could love you was something else entirely.

Soon the darkest hours of night overtook you, and in the dim glow of the moon you could hardly see your hands, only feeling the way you drew your fingers up your thigh to rest in your lap. The silence that surrounded you was broken only by the roll of the river against the wooden dock, a few of the boats clanking against each other. You breathed deep, relaxing in the familiar scent of the Nile, comforted by the breeze and the dissipation of every physical thing. Nothing but pitch black – it might as well have been a new moon, as the distant shore melded into the faraway mountains without hesitation.

A hand touched your shoulder and you jumped, feeling the fingers run a line down your upper arm before stopping and disappearing. You looked up, finding nothing but darkness, yet as the figure sat beside you, you could hear the even breaths and the creak of the wood beneath them.

"What are you doing here so late?" Ahkmen asked softly, worry evident in his tone.

"I needed some time to think," you answered honestly. "There's a lot on my mind as of late."

"Would you like to talk about it?" He said after a moment to let your words rest in the space between you.

"Not really," you said with a smile he couldn't see.

The two of you sat there for a couple minutes, your shoulder brushed against his, his thigh against yours, and the chill wind keeping you close to one another.

"I wrote something for you," you finally said, breaking away from the thought of holding it back. What was the use of memorizing if you weren't going to tell him? Besides, you were alone – just you, and just him.

"Really?" He said, sounding surprised.

"I didn't actually write it down. I just put together some words," you said, smiling when he chuckled. You were looking directly at him and you still couldn't see him, but your head replayed every time you saw him grin.

"How does it go?"

"I want you to close your eyes," you murmured, moving to cup your hand over his jawline, running your thumb over his now-closed eyes. "Imagine the garden. My garden." Your heart raced when you felt his breath on your skin.

Once assured he followed your command, you began your recitation, digging your nails into your palm to avoid slipping up.

"I am yours like this garden," you said, keeping your voice soft either out of love or fear. "Planted with flowers, and fragrant herbs. Its canal is pleasant –– dug by your hand, cooled by the north wind. A lovely place to wander hand in hand; my body satisfied, my heart rejoicing, walking together. When I hear your voice, it's pomegranate wine –– I live to hear it, and if I look at you, at each look, it is purer than any honey or beer."

He didn't speak, but he remained in your touch, melting into the way you caressed his cheek. Raising his hand ever so gently, he set his own hand on yours, pulling it away just enough for him to kiss your palm, just enough to send you into a blazing blush.

"You remind me of the moon flower," you mumbled, barely able to get the words out without stuttering.

"A moon flower?" He asked curiously.

"I keep it in the garden," you said as your hand fell back to your lap. "Would you like to see?"

"Of course," he said, and the two of you stood, taking that familiar path back to the palace.

Gravel crinkled beneath your sandals, and birds circled overhead, but none of that fully processed with him so close to you.

"That was a beautiful poem, by the way," he told you in a murmur, almost reluctant to compliment.

"Thank you," you said, a small smile spreading across your face. "I suppose you inspired me a little this morning. I've never heard poetry before."

"Really? I've heard it quite a lot," he said.

"That's probably because you can afford it," you said, and the both of you laughed, leaning imperceptibly closer together.

He snuck you into the palace, and in return you snuck him into the garden, taking his hand and leading him onto the sandstone path. With a distant torch lighting the outside hallway, you could see the shapes of the garden trees and the walls. Ahkmen, ever so helpful, pulled a rushlight from his pocket, lighting it to reveal the closed lilies and, in the corner, the blooming petals of the Chinese flower. Once more you took his hand, leading him to kneel before it.

The white color that previously coated it was replaced with a vibrant pink, a color you were sure you hadn't ever seen before. If you had, it certainly wasn't as vibrant, and it didn't have you quite as awestruck as the flower did. The stem reached your shoulder when you knelt, covered in tiny petals, each belonging to its own blooming flower, ruffling in the slow breeze.

"I got it from a trader in the markets at Tanis," you told him quietly, careful not to break the trance of its' beauty. Turning to him, you saw his amazed face lit by the flickering rushlight, glowing in the dim of the garden.

"Where's it from?" He asked, his lips still parted in curiosity.

"She said it was from China. I'm not sure where that is, but she told me it's far in the east," you said, watching his expression carefully. The curve of his nose, the crinkles around his eyes, the slightest dimple from his smile filled with wonderment.

"I... I want to show you something, too," he offered quietly, as though you could ever say no.

"As long as it isn't too far away. Dawn will come soon," you said, noting the slightest variation in the pitch black sky.

"I don't care about dawn," he admitted as he took your hand. "Will you come with me?"

"Of course, my prince."

He pulled you to your feet, leading you away from the garden and into the palace. You turned down twists, letting him take you up staircases and through empty rooms. For a moment you thought to ask him as to his destination, but as you watched his delight in your curiosity, you let it be. You'd find out soon enough anyway – the palace wasn't outrageously large, though you'd bet without a guide it was easy to get lost. Fortunately, you had him, and he never let go of your hand.

Through hallways painted from top to bottom, through unused servant's quarters and empty storage rooms, and at the end of it all a large, wooden door in an unassuming hallway.

"My parents moved me here after Kahmuh started fighting with me," he told you, looking up at the bolted door. "I used to live in a much more occupied hallway, but I like the solitude. It's nice to hear the quiet."

You agreed but said nothing, letting his touch drop from yours as he worked with the bolt, eventually unlocking it with a heavy click. The doors slowly rolled open, aided by his hand till the whole of his room stood before you. In the center, pressed against the far wall was his bed, a silk canopy hanging above it. To the left his desk, and against the nearest wall a bookcase. At last your eyes wandered to the right of his room, finding the arches you saw so often from below, the open alabaster viewing the whole of Memphis.

When you didn't move forward he intertwined his fingers in yours, pulling you gently closer till he closed the door behind the both of you.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" He said, noticing your stare past the arches and into the city. "On festival nights the buildings light up like fireflies. So many people, all with their own thoughts and agenda, and all so small from here. Doesn't stop the city from reeking of alcohol, though."

You giggled, pushing him away as a dopey grin overtook him. While he went to light the torches hanging off the wall, you made your way to the arches, sitting on the cold floor and letting your legs dangle in mid air. His room had to be five or six stories above the ground, and as you looked down an anxious shiver ran through your body. Your legs and arms tingled, excited and fearful of the garden fall below you. Soon he joined you, letting his legs dangle beside yours, placing his hand right next to yours, where his pinkie could touch yours in a hesitant grace.

"You can see the Nile from here too. Fleets of ships, their banners covered in vibrant colors right next to the boats of fishers, whose boats carry no sail at all," he said, pointing into the distance where you could just barely make out the river. "It gets incredibly crowded sometimes."

"I see where you get your poetry inspiration from," you murmured, your eyes still stuck on the sight before you.

"That's not where I get it from," he said, and you turned to him with a confused expression, wondering why he was smiling and wondering where he was going when he stood.

Looking down, you picked at the dust on the floor, fidgeting with your nails as you turned back to the city. There were no celebrations or festivals, but still there were lights scattered across the many houses. If you keened hard you could hear the laughter of dinner parties and the music of dances.

Soft, calming notes came from behind you, struck on a harp. Turning around, you found Ahkmen sitting on a blanket, his legs crossed and a harp against his chest, plucking the strings with careful, gentle fingers. You didn't move – you couldn't, caught up in his focused expression, unable to tear yourself from his melody for even a moment.

"I'm not very good at harp," he paused to tell you, allowing you to break from concentration and make your way over to him. "I had to teach myself, and I'm not a very good teacher."

You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand as you did so.

"Is this what you wanted to show me?" You asked quietly, tilting your head.

"I... well.. yes, I'm... I'm just nervous, I'm sorry. I've never played in front of anyone, and I know you like harp. That's sort of why I, um, picked it up," he admitted abashedly, hiding his face from your eye.

"When did you learn that?"

"On one of our expeditions on the river," he said, his lip quirking up into a half-smile. "You were half asleep at the time. I don't expect you to remember it."

"I don't," you said, pleasantly surprised that he would remember that.

"The point is, I've been trying to get better. I practiced a lot, so hopefully I don't.. slip up," he said as he reached beneath a nearby pile of blankets, pulling out a roll of papyrus which he set in front of him.

You watched in curiosity as he cleared his throat, cheeks blushing despite the fact he hadn't even started. First he poised his fingers above the strings, then, after double checking the papyrus, he began. A sweet melody in major, simple to remember, and easy on the heart.

He cleared his throat again before he opened his mouth, a song falling from his lips. In that moment everything in your body stopped – you hadn't expected him to be a good singer. Hell, you hadn't expected him to actually be able to even play the harp, but here you were, being serenaded by your prince, comforted by his words and his simple presence.

"I love you, O still heart," he sang, "I stand alongside your image. Rejoice in sacredness, strong of voice – you are everything, perfect and pure, you are the earth and you are the sky. The ways I have hidden myself in you; My soul, My throne, O still heart, is yours."

When he finished you finally breathed again, your chest blooming a warmth you hadn't ever felt before. There were moments that could be considered similar, but when he looked up at you, uncertainty lacing his expectant eyes, nothing could compare.

You leaned forward, and wordlessly you pressed your lips up against his, kissing him sweetly in a moment he happily reciprocated. Comfort in his presence, happiness in his word, and it was home in his touch.

My hand in your hand

I walk with you

in all the beautiful places.

[fickle-fixations]

Masterlist

Last updated 1-27-25

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Oscar Isaac Characters:

Anselm Vogelweide x reader - Imagine being a manager at a strip club where Anselm only has eyes for you

Jake Lockley x Reader

I'm a Fool to Want You collection:

[inspo playlist]

I'm a Fool to Hold You - drabble - "What use was an attack dog that knew how to lay down at someone’s feet and close its eyes and wag its tail and dream?"

Chaos, He Politely Knocked (So I Opened the Door) - Set post-canon. The reader is in an established relationship with Marc and Steven, and meets Jake for the first time

Preferences

Your wedding dress if you were marrying the Oscars Engagement/wedding photoshoot poses with the Oscars

The Expanse

Diogo Harari x Reader - Lang Belta terms of endearment

Marvel

Thor x Loki - We are Nothing but Gods - Role reversal dark!Thor, Avenger!Loki

J.A.R.V.I.S. x Tony - Him (This Impossible Truth - getting together, pining & fluff 💜

Rocket Raccoon x Reader - Your Words are Like Knives, but I'm Used to the Pain - one-sided love - NO physical attraction only emotional

The Suicide Squad (2021)

Abner Krill (Polkadot Man) x Reader - What You Want and What I Get - bonding, emotional hurt/comfort 💜

The Boys

Frenchie x Kimiko

Oneshots

(I will) Tread Lightly - missing scene 1x08 - fluff/pining

You’re in a prison with no windows, so I’ll tear at every brick til the light comes in (Haunted and Holy) - post 2x03 - hurt/comfort

and I wonder if this’ll all work out - (far?) future - hurt/little comfort/angst 💜

Drabbles

home - Frenchie POV

home - Kimiko POV

Choice

100 Ways to Say I Love You

Frenchie x Kimiko

12. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”  + 96. “I brought you an umbrella.”

15. “I made your favorite.”

38. “I like your laugh.”

41. “Go back to sleep.

American Gods

Czernobog x reader - Just Me and My God (and an Impossible View) - a prophesy of domestic bliss and ritual sacrifice

Maleficent

Borra x Conall - Old War Bird 💔

Maleficent x Diaval - Keep Me Safe - Diaval needs a new body

Night at the Museum

Ahkmenrah x reader - whump (warning: you die lol)

Peter Pan 2003

James Hook x reader imagine  - fluff

Sharkboy and Lavagirl/We Can Be Heroes

end of WCBH imagine

The Goldfinch

Boreo drabble

Split/Glass

The Broken Are More Evolved // Casey, Kevin // hiatus

Part I - Rejoice 💔

History

Alexander the Great x Hephaestion - The world may no longer be mine but I belong to you

Thank you so much for checking out my writing! I hope you enjoy it :)

NEEDTOBREATHE

I am no longer a fan of Needtobreathe but I'm working on posting some of my old fics in case there's someone out there who would enjoy them

Lost - Bear & Bo Hurt/comfort - TW Dissociation and ambiguous mental health issues That Look - Bear & Bo/ Bear x Bo (ambiguous relationship) - fluff - Bo has to keep Bear in check The Mouths of Babes - Bear & Bo (non-romantic soulmates) - angst - In this universe, everyone is born with the knowledge of their soulmate’s first name.

[izzy-b-hands]

For the word writing prompt, how about: "promise"?

Oooh you got it! 

This is more of a quick drabble than a full fic, but I hope you’ll still like it!!

Quick synopsis: 

Larry knows better than to promise anything to any of the museum inhabitants, but that doesn’t mean he actually listens to that. But is he really willing to disappoint them and break a promise after he inevitably makes one to them anyway?

“We can’t.” 

“Why not? You said, if we were careful, and you bring me different clothes-” Ahkmenrah’s robes fluttered as he kept pace with Larry, who was just nearing a light jog down the hall to the main area of the museum. 

“I know, and you’re right, I did say that. I just...I didn’t want to disappoint you, okay? But think about it, how would this work? I can’t just leave to take you to the bar; I need to be here. No one else can go with you, because they know as much about the city as you do, and if you both get lost-” 

Ahkmenrah frowned. “It’s a grid system, Larry. Who could get lost in that?” 

“People do, is the point! And if you do, and can’t make it back before sunrise-” 

“Then we turn into dust, I know. But you said it isn’t far,” Ahkmenrah interrupted, moving in front of Larry to stop him. “And you could give us directions.” 

Larry scoffed. “Us? Who’s ‘us’, who is going with you?” 

“Lawrence!” Teddy’s voice boomed as he strode forward, Sacagawea right behind him. “Capital idea, letting the boy out to live a little. We’ll keep an eye on him.” 

“What is this, exactly? Because it seems like you all planned something, and I’m only finding out about it now,” Larry said. 

“You were the one talking about date nights, and karaoke bars,” Sacagawea said. “And you said, if we were careful, we might someday be able to go out and experience those things for ourselves. We don’t mind if Ahkmenrah comes with on our date night; he may as well if we’re all going to the same place.” 

“And the one you mentioned sounds wonderful, Lawrence. So, if you write down some directions and point us in the direction of those modern clothes you mentioned you could bring for us for such a night, we’ll be off!” Teddy smiled. 

Larry sighed. "I know I said you guys could do this, and I want to let you, but...I know you know how it is, Teddy. I can't just let the three of you out alone at night. Let's keep this plan on the back burner, and maybe in a few weeks I can figure something out like it that you can do without leaving-" 

“I knew it,” Ahkmenrah muttered. “I told you both, he won’t let us leave! He teases us with this, with these promises-” 

“I never promised!” Larry interrupted. 

“You did, actually.” Sacagawea said. “You told us you couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be not to go out and have fun, and told us all about these places so near to us that we could go to with your help. And you promised you would let us go, so long as we promised to take care and to be back before sunrise.” 

The silence was deafening, Larry’s eyes on the floor while the others kept their eyes trained on him. 

“It is disappointing, Lawrence. I must admit to that. But very well. The night is still young, and we might yet find something to do here. There’s a film playing tonight!” 

“It’s the same one from last night, about the ocean,” Ahkmenrah sighed, falling into step beside Teddy and Sacagawea as they turned to walk away from Larry. 

“I know, my boy, but we have to pretend that it is new. Or that we know little of the ocean, perhaps! A bit of play-acting, where falsehoods don’t hurt others,” Teddy said just bluntly enough to stab at Larry, who was tapping his foot in frustration on the marble floor.

“Fine.” 

“Sorry?” Sacagawea asked as they all turned back to him. 

“You can go. But not tonight, because I need to get you modern clothes, and figure out what size you all wear and...I can’t believe I’m doing this!” Larry laughed. “But...if I were to send anyone out from here for a night on the town, it would be you three. And I did...I did promise.” 

The beaming smiles that greeted him made it worth the fuss of finding clothes, saving up the extra money for them to use, and finally making sure the night of that they were properly prepared for what they might meet outside of the museum at night (namely, drunk people at the bar, and anyone else wandering outside in the city while otherwise out of sorts.) 

Better still were the slightly drunk (though he had no idea how exactly they could get drunk, but he wasn’t about to question it) giggles and smiles he got when they returned, safe and happy and excited to tell him every detail of the night, over and over again. 

He didn’t tell them, but he did promise himself to make it an event for them at least once every three months, as it was clearly much needed. 

And that was a promise he wasn’t going to even dream of breaking. 

[forgodsshake]

So about your DanceAU… @officialahkmenrah *Bastille’s Glory starts playing*

Inspiration:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbOY30XUwzw

[imagine-upon-a-star]

masterlist

HARRY POTTER

GOLDEN TRIO ERA:

Draco Malfoy:

imagine dying in Draco’s arms

imagine Draco playing guitar for you

imagine Draco kissing you on top of the Astronomical Tower

imagine Draco joining you when you skip DADA class

Imagine tutoring a Hufflepuff student and Draco getting annoyed of how much time you spend doing it

imagine calming Draco down before his meeting with his parents (part 1)

imagine Draco meeting with his parents to talk about your marriage(part 2) 

“You are ridiculously comfortable” (cuddles drabbles)

Fred Weasley:

imagine you and Fred going on your first ultrasound

imagine dying during the Battle of Hogwarts instead of Fred

imagine Fred accusing you of cheating only later to find out why you have been so mysterious 

“Why don’t we just relax and cuddle all day, hmm?” (cuddles drabbles)

Neville Longbottom:

imagine accidentally falling asleep next to Neville and being teased by his friends later on

Harry Potter

imagine being a muggle and Harry’s girlfriend and being kidnapped by Death Eaters

MARAUDERS ERA:

Remus Lupin:

imagine Remus helping you with potions after classes

imagine coming for Remus the moment he dies

imagine saying goodbye to Remus on King’s Cross station

imagine cuddling with Remus after he fell asleep while reading

imagine cleaning up Remus’ wounds

imagine being in love with Remus and vice versa but he doesn’t want to addmit his feelings because he’s a werewolf

Imagine being James twin and Lily with Sirius want to get you and Remus together

Imagine being hurt by the Cruciatus curse and Remus waiting by your side for the doctor to come trying to keep you awake

Imagine spending Christmas with Remus after the full moon

imagine raising Harry with Remus

“Mmm...you’re warm...” (cuddles drabbles)

“I’m really sore today, could we just take it easy and cuddle today please?” (cuddles drabbles)

imagine dancing with Remus on Lilly and James’ wedding 

Jealous kiss with Remus 

DOCTOR WHO

Tenth Doctor:

imagine the Doctor seeing you again

KINGSMAN

Eggsy Unwin

imagine Eggsy thinking he lost his chance with you after his encounter with the princess

Harry Hart

73.  Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend  And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes - 76 kiss prompts

23. Exhausted parents kiss - 76 kiss prompts

58. Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed - 76 kiss prompts

26. Jealous kiss - 76 kiss prompts

40. Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss - 76 kiss prompts

NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM

Ahkmenrah

imagine Ahk getting excited the day you’re coming back from Egypt

imagine laying in bed with Ahkmenrah

imagine kissing Ahk for the first time after he almost died

Imagine Ahkmenrah deciding to become mortal so he can be with you

imagine Ahkmenrah saving you and as a result getting badly hurt

imagine falling in love with Ahkmenrah despite being betrothed to his brother

MARVEL UNIVERSE

Loki

imagine spending your last night with Loki before your wedding with Thor (part 1)

imagine Loki visiting you minutes before your wedding with Thor (part 2)

imagine Loki coming to your chambers and finding you in your bed

“I think you’re beautiful” - 100 ways to say I love you

Bucky

imagine Bucky getting jealous 

imagine being Bucky’s wife and joining him on his missions with Howling Commandos

Thor

One Last.... (IF Spoilers)

THE HUNGER GAMES

Finnick Odair

imagine Finnick finds out that you are also a tribute in 75th Hunger Games (part 1)

imagine Finnick going to see you immediately when he arrives to Capitol (part 2)

09. “War’s End” kiss - 76 kiss prompts

WONDER WOMAN

Steve Trevor 

imagine Steve talking about you with Diana

imagine being the last thing on Steve’s mind

imagine Steve finally admitting he loves you

17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys - 76 kiss prompts

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker 

imagine being the reason Luke doesn’t join the dark side

SHERLOCK BBC

Sherlock Holmes

imagine Sherlock asking you to move in with him

THE 100

Bellamy Blake

imagine Bellamy finding you after Pike sentenced you

LES MISERABLES

imagine being badly hurt and Enjolras staying by your side

WAR HORSE

James Nicholls:

imagine captain James Nicholls returning from the war

ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE

Adam

imagine working in hospital in a charge of blood and you help Adam to get it

THE NIGHT MANAGER

Jonathan Pine

imagine the agents find who Jonathan most care about - you

ONCE UPON A TIME

Will Scarlet

imagine Will waking you up with a true love’s kiss

SUPERNATURAL

Castiel:

imagine Cas smiling for the first time since you died because he found out you share heaven with him

imagine Cas looking at you and realising he feels things he shouldn’t be able to feel

imagine the angels mention you while torturing him

imagine leaving your daughter with Sam and Dean when you and Cas go on a date

imagine being nervous to ask Cas to take you somewhere

imagine Dean finds out that you, his daughter, date Cas

imagine being in bed with Cas when Dean calls

Dean:

imagine lazy day in the bunker with Dean

imagine Dean with your baby

imagine Dean begging demon to let him help you

imagine Dean being forced to look at demon touching you (part 1)

imagine Dean getting his revange on a demon that hurt you (part 2)

imagine being hit by a spell and Dean taking care of you

imagine being Dean’s daughter and dying in the explosion

imagine Dean finds out that you, his daughter, date Cas

imagine being stuck in with Dean in a cold cabin and almost dying from hypothermia

imagine after your argument with Dean you sleep in separate rooms but in the morning he has to save your from demon

imagine Dean being nervous when your baby is coming

imagine spending New Year’s Eve with Sam and Dean

imagine hunting in the mountains and ending up under avalanche and Dean not giving up until he finds you

imagine John forbidding Dean dating with you

imagine Dean leaving you after you got hurt

"I always sleep better when you’re here with me…”  (cuddles drabbles)

Gabriel:

imagine Gabriel taking you on a date

imagine Gabriel comforting you

imagine being Gabriel’s girlfriend and meeting Balthazar and Castiel

Sam:

imagine spending New Year’s Eve with Sam and Dean

“Can I kiss you?” - 100 ways to say I love you

ACTORS

Rami Malek

imagine being costume designer on ‘NATM’ set and Rami specially messing with his costume so he can see you

imagine Rami watching you rehearsing to your performance

Tom Hiddleston

imagine Tom discovering your Shakespeare tattoo

imagine coming home after a bad day and Tom comforting you

imagine taking Tom to see ‘Somethig Rotten!‘

imagine Tom having crush on you

imagine talking in interview about your engagement unaware that Tom has feelings for you

imagine asking Tom to do ,,the snake hips’’

“Cross my heart and hope to die’‘ - 100 ways to say “I love you’‘

Aaron Tveit

imagine surprising Aaron at his concert at Irving Plaza

‘‘I’ll drive you to the hospital’‘ - 100 ways to say ‘‘I love you’‘

imagine world’s reaction to yours and Aaron’s engagement

“Take a deep breath” - 100 ways to say ‘‘I love you’‘

imagine Aaron showing you “Grease Live!” set

imagine spending your free time with Aaron

“I’m tired, come to bed and cuddle with me please?” (cuddles drabbles)

[ao3feed-sterek]

Soulmate Drabbles

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sy1dB3

by Piggie50

A gift to myself of my many, many ships as soulmates (call me a romantic)

Words: 276, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Star Trek, Teen Wolf (TV), Merlin (TV), Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (2016), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Night at the Museum (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 10th Kingdom, Jurassic Park (Movies), The Mummy Series, Penny Dreadful (TV), The Tudors (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), Beauty and the Beast - All Media Types, Pocahontas (1995), Avatar: Legend of Korra, Moana (2016), Criminal Minds, Camelot (TV), Hannibal (TV), How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012), Gotham (TV), Steven Universe (Cartoon), Once Upon a Time (TV), Junjou Romantica, Vampire Knight (Anime & Manga), Sherlock (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Khan Noonien Singh, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Enoch O'Connor/Jacob Portman, Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, Jedediah/Octavius (Night at the Museum), Ahkmenrah/Larry Daley, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Severus Snape, Tony Lewis/Wendell Winston Walter White, Billy Brennan/Alan Grant, Ardeth Bay/Jonathan Carnahan, Ethan Chandler/Victor Frankenstein, Thomas Cromwell/Henry VIII of England, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Cogsworth/Lumiere (Disney), Kocoum/Thomas (Disney: Pocahontas), Mako/Prince Wu (Avatar), Maui/Moana Waialiki, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Gawain/Kay (Arthurian), Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Dagur the Deranged/Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Jack Frost/Pitch Black, Oswald Cobblepot/Jim Gordon, Garnet/Pearl (Steven Universe), Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan, James T. Kirk/Spock, America/England (Hetalia), Korra/Asami Sato, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Aang/Zuko (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Soulmates

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sy1dB3

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

140. “You deserve love.” - Ahkmenrah. Make it soft and fluffy, maybe even smutty should your muse take you that way. I’m greedy and submitted 2. I just love your writing 💕

I highly suggest making an appointment with your dentist before reading this because it is so sweet you’re gonna get a toothache. Also, I’m going to go back in time for this one for a change of pace : )

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Ra had only recently returned, so Ahkmenrah’s chambers were still bathed in the cool grey light of the early morning. However, Ahkmenrah had been searching for the source of the sniffling he had been hearing for over ten minutes. He had been through his garden, through his bedroom and balconies, and he was on his way to his bath now. If he couldn’t find the source soon, he was going to alert all his guards to search this end of the palace until they did. It was driving him crazy.

 Ahk was dressed only in the light, short shendyt he wore to bed, his feet bare of sandals and his head bare of crown. His curls, though closely cropped, were a bit wild, as were his eyes as he searched for the source of the noise that had awoken him.

 When Ahk entered the bathroom, he stilled his movements as he watched a young woman scatter fresh oil and petals into his bath in between sniffles. He could see her reflection in one of the mirrors and it was clear she had been crying.

 It was also clear she was quite lovely.

 Ahkmenrah knew he should speak up; he was, after all, the king, but he found that his voice caught in his throat. But Ahk wasn’t able to remain silent for long. The young woman turned toward the doorway as soon as she finished her task, her mouth falling open in surprise before she immediately bent in a full bow.

 “No—uh, please carry on,” Ahk said as he found his voice.

 The young woman honored her king’s command and rose, quickly gathering up her baskets and dashing to the doorway, except that Ahkmenrah still stood in said doorway. She flicked her eyes up to her king’s face and then lowered them again, clearly distressed.

 “Is there something I can help you with?” Ahkmenrah said, not moving from the doorway.

 “Your majesty?” she questioned, confused.

 “You have been crying for quite some time. I just wondered why—is someone on the staff mistreating you?”

 For the first time, the young woman looked into Ahkmenrah’s eyes as she spoke.

 “Oh, no, your majesty—it’s . . . it’s nothing like that at all. I am so sorry to have dis—dis—disturbed you,” she said before dissolving into tears.

 Ahkmenrah reached out and took her baskets from her hands, freeing her to now cover her face as her shoulders shook. Ahkmenrah scrambled over to the fresh piles of linens the young woman had left and brought back a small towel.

 She took it and dabbed at her eyes, looking at the ceiling as if she could pray her tears away. Ahkmenrah was silent as he watched her, but he pulled her by the elbow toward a seating perch that was built into the back of one of the fountains that emptied into the bath.

 He kept a slight distance between them, not wanting to make her uncomfortable when she cleared her mind and realized she was seated next to her king.

 “I’m so sorry, your majesty. This is most inappropriate,” she said as she dabbed at her face, clearing away the tracks of tears.

 “Emotions are nothing to be ashamed of, no matter how unpleasant they may be in the moment of expression,” Ahkmenrah said in a soothing tone. “May I at least know your name?”

 “I am called Tiya,” the young woman said, her eyes once again avoiding the king’s.

 “Tiya. It suits you,” Ahkmenrah said, smiling.

 Tiya raised her eyes enough to see the king’s smile and couldn’t help managing a small one of her own, given the brilliance of his. In fact, King Ahkmenrah’s smile was often a topic among the servants.

 “Now that we know each other a little better, will you tell me why you are so upset?”

 “It’s silly,” Tiya said, huffing and wringing her towel in her hands. “Well, silly to a king.”

 “Considering whatever the cause is also woke me much too early, I promise not to call it silly,” Ahk said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

 Tiya looked a little horrified and started to apologize, but Ahk held up his hand and shook his head, indicating all he was interested in was her story.

 Tiya took a deep breath and explained.

 “I thought, finally, I had found someone. You know, a person you just know you want to wake up next to for the rest of your days. I was so sure he loved me like I loved him. And then, last night, he told me he had found someone else and while his time with me had been fun,” Tiya spat, “it was at an end.”

 Tiya was silent, her gaze on the ground, her cheeks flushing with either shame or anger.

Ahkmenrah reached over to place his finger under her chin, lifting her face and turning it to look into her eyes. He was quiet for a moment, then spoke, “I am certain he is a fool and will live to regret his choice to break your heart.”

 Tiya turned away again as she sighed.

 “That’s just it—how many times must I have my heart broken? I feel like . . . like I’m undeserving of love.”

 “I am sorry for what that young man did to you, but I am even more sorry you feel undeserving of love. I can assure you, Tiya, you deserve love.”

 “Your majesty,” Tiya breathed, her eyes filling with adoration as she met Ahk’s once again. “That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

 Ahk laughed softy and explained, “It is something my mother taught me from an early age and something I have tried to abide by, even when people do horrible things to one another. I try to always look for the love in them or around them.”

 Ahkmenrah stood and proffered his hand, so Tiya slipped her own hand into his and allowed him to help her to her feet.

 “And you, Tiya, still have love to give. I can see that when I look in your eyes.”

 She bowed her head and said, “I can’t thank you enough for your kind words, your majesty.”

 Ahkmenrah smiled and watched Tiya as she gathered her baskets and left the bath.

 Ahk loosened the tie on his shendyt, and it fell to the floor. As he made his way down the steps to submerge himself in the warm, sweet water, Ahk heard a low whistle of approval from the doorway.

 The water shook as he chuckled, and he slowly turned to see you sliding the straps of your sheer sleeping gown off your shoulders.

 “See something you like, my queen?” Ahk asked, settling on to the bench beneath the water.

 “You are the sweetest king the gods have ever sought fit to bless us with,” you said as you stepped into the water and settled on the lap of your husband.

 “And you were spying on me, too? Hmm, I really must have done a number on you last night,” Ahkmenrah said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he teased you.

 You laughed and bent to kiss him, his hands sliding around your waist.

 “Was it the right thing to say to a young woman who just had her heart broken?”

“I don’t know,” you said, looking at your husband with an openness that confirmed the truth you were about to deliver. “I’ve never had my heart broken by the only man I’ve ever loved.”

Ahk’s smile was breathtaking as he pulled you close to him, hugging you tightly and silently thanking the gods he had you, his splendid queen, who loved him with unfathomable depths.

[rami-hoe]

4 with Ahkmenrah (because he's my favorite with Snafu and Louis) ❤

Ahkmenrah asked me to come over to the museum nearly every night. He did his best to understand that when he was in his sarcophagus, spending the day as a mummified corpse, I had a life, but it was difficult for him. He wanted to spend time with me, but the only time he had was the time I usually spent working and sleeping. It was hard to find a balance where I could give him the attention he needed. I tried to get down to the museum as often as I could, but I knew Ahk would have preferred I be there from the moment he woke up to the moment he slid back into his sarcophagus. It had been four nights since I saw him.

Ahk called me about fifteen minutes after sunset. Or, more specifically, Larry called me and handed the phone over to Ahk, who spoke entirely too loudly into it to ask me if I was coming down. I had a massive paper due, and I wasn’t close to being finished, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice when I told him I couldn’t make it. I could practically see his face falling.

“Maybe I could come over and work there,” I suggested. “I mean, if you want me to.”

“Yes!” Ahk leapt on my offer without hesitation. “Absolutely, come over. We can go somewhere quiet, you won’t be disturbed.”

It seemed like a good enough compromise. Even if I was busy with something else, I would still be spending time with him. However, once I got there, I realized the fault in the plan: I couldn’t concentrate on a goddamn thing with Ahk anywhere near me. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, wasn’t trying to distract me. Quite the opposite, really- he was being perfectly respectful. While I sat at the break room’s table, he lounged on the couch with his flashcards. He flipped through them quietly, mouthing the words to himself.  

“I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate,” I said.

Ahk looked up from his cards and blinked. “Doing what?”

“Lying there all cute with your cards,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. I hadn’t got more than twenty words down since I got here, and it was all his fault.

The confusion on his face only made him more adorable. He sat up, looking back and forth between me and the flashcards. “I’m sorry?”

I laughed, shutting my computer and pushing back my chair. I walked over to the couch and plopped down beside him. “I’m joking, Ahk,” I said.

The lines of confusion smoothed over, and he set his cards aside. “Have you finished?” he asked. I shook my head, and he tilted his to the side. “I thought you were going to have to work until you did.”

“I really should,” I said. “But I thought it might be time for a little break.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“I’m very glad to hear it.”