come around sun down

“Unexpected romance” Ahkmenrah fanfic Part 11/15

AN: Hello lovely people of tumblr! First of all, I would like to apologies for not writing for almost a whole week. Yeah it has been a really long but but I have been extremely busy + Eurovision has sort of been taking over my life, because love love peace peace. Anyways, I really hope you will like this chapter. I have worked really hard on it, for like two days.

Word count: 996

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Ahead of you as a really long night of passion, desire and of course love. How else would you describe the first night after five days without your boyfriend? He had his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his broad chest. You placed a soft little kiss on his nose with a bright smile stretched across your face. You then wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed him to kiss you softly. Of course you kissed back lovingly with passion, clinging yourself onto his neck and hold. The kiss was slowly becoming more heated and heated. His strong arm was slowly making his way to your waist, giving it a little squeeze.

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Since the both of you were in the land of your dreams for the next few days you have decided to treat yourself really well. But of course it was still a bit complicated since Ahkmenrah was still a mummy during the day. You would keep his fragile body in a room you had no desire to use during the day. You needed a room of that sort, since even tho you had came in contact with mummies before and you had done some smaller researches on his, he was your boyfriend now. Sort of awkward and depressing to watch a corpse of a twenty four year old man wrapped in dusty and sandy sheets.

And since it was winter coming, that had its perks. The sun was going down around five pm and the museums would still work. For the four days of your stay in Cairo you had visited every single museum you could possibly find. One of the most dashing and wonderful was of course the famous Cairo Museum. With a shit tone of negotiations and suffering you had managed to agree the director of the museum to allow you to do a little research on Tutankhamen’s belongings. And of course, Ahkmenrah was there to help. Assisting your every step and helping you translate some of the scripts and writings on his chair and bed.

Ahkmenrah and you would usually arrive at the hotel apartment around midnight. Despite the fact you would always be exhausted you still did your best to stay awake as long as you could to spend some time with your boyfriend. He would even cook some traditional Egyptian meals, that would be only for you to eat … since he did not had any intestine. But one fun fact, Ahkmenrah was one of those rare people from his period, that had his heart still inside. Maybe that is the reason he is still so loving, caring and the most romantic.

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On the final day of your journey you have received pleasant news; all of the requested belongings of the queen Nefertari have been approved for transferring to the Museum of national history in New York. All that was left to do was singing the paperwork and assist the museum with packing. Whilst Ahkmenrah was resting in his dead form you’ve decided to pack all the stuff you bought with yourself to Egypt. With your very organised list you have managed to pack everything  within several minutes. Once getting ready and leaving a small note for Ahkmenrah you left the hotel and made your way towards the museum. In which you were welcomed warmly by all of the stuff to who you have kindly helped with packing all of the loving and priceless artefacts, it was still hard to believe you had actually managed to accomplish this.

It was a big difficult to achieve but you had packed your boyfriends body in the same way you had packed new parts of the Egyptian exhibit. And then calmly with extreme content you  flew back to New York.

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With the help of Amy, Larry and dr. McPhee you had managed to reorganise and settle the new look of the Egyptian exhibit well. Off course with Ahkmenrah at his rightful and reserved place. As his fragile body was gently placed back inside the sarcophagus you felt extremely happy and grateful. He is finally back.

You’ve settled yourself on the stone in front of his coffin with a content smile. At this position in front of him, for some reason work felt way better and easier. And it felt extremely good to be back to your work despite the fact you were already missing Cairo, hardcore. Your work started off with making a record with new artefacts for the museum’s inventory. In your file you have placed several pictures and your notes you were working on before the trip and those you made in the museum.

Several minutes later, that familiar feeling came once again. The tablet began to glow with Konsu’s light. And the top of the golden sarcophagus began to move a little lower with that loving half linen covered face peeked out. Once seeing him wake up you placed your paperwork on the side and stood up to help him out, holding his hands gently as he stood up. With a soft smile you began unwrapping his head and his arms. Then you gently worked on his chest making sure his clothing doesn’t get messed up. “Even though it has been a day I really have missed you.” You said with a soft giggle before looking up at him. Slowly getting on your knees, you finished removing the sheets of his hips and legs. Revealing all the glory.

“I have missed you too my princess” He said before taking all of the linen and placing it back into his sarcophagus. He then turned around and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. His actions always made you giggle, always. So you kissed his lips in a loving motion, placing your right hand on his cheek. As he was already holding your waist already he span your around whilst giving your lips a little kiss in return.

anonymous asked:

for the writing meme: Number 7 for marichat THANK YOU ^^

Thank you for the prompt!!! I hope you enjoy this little fic  (^ u ^)

7. A Scared Kiss

Marinette finishes the final stroke of the brush against her nails when a clatter sounds above her. She twists the cap back on the nail polish and stares at her ceiling. There isn’t a question in her head of who it could be because she already knows. He comes every night around eight, an hour after the sun has gone down, and waits for her to join him. Usually his arrival is more graceful – the silly cat literally does have the skills of an actual feline. On the rare occasion that he over guesses the jump to her rooftop, though, he crashes into her plants. 

“Really hope you didn’t break anything,” she mumbles to herself as she sets her polish on her desk.

She crosses her room toward the ladder that leads to her balcony and climbs up to meet Chat. He’s leaning on the rail staring out at Paris when her feet touch wood. Blonde hair gently blows with the wind, and Marinette catches the lingering scent of his shampoo. Cinnamon Apple. For a second, her eyes flutter as she’s reminded of Adrien. 

Except this isn’t Adrien; the boy she’s had a crush on since forever. 

This is Chat Noir; the boy who’s slowly stealing her heart.

“Looks like a lost kitty made his way on my balcony again,” she says. 

Chat turns to her and smiles. It’s small, but still sweet. Her cheeks warm at the sight of it, and her stomach twists into knots.

“It’s a lovely night, and I wanted to see you, princess.”

Marinette drops her gaze from his and tugs on her loose hair nervously. She knows it’s silly for her to react this way over a simple nickname – a nickname that’s super cliche and lame – but she can’t help it. Somehow she’s fallen utterly, madly in love with the silly cat. 

“You’re beautiful in the moonlight. Did you know that?” he asks, his voice closer and huskier than before.

When she looks up, her gaze instantly locks with his. He’s leaning on his baton so that their faces are inches away from each other, and her cheeks burn. She can’t see it, but she swears they’re the same shade as when she’s Ladybug. Her heart hammers against her chest when he leans in closer. His breath is warm and smells of mint when he speaks again in a hushed whisper.

“Marinette, je t’aime,” he says. 

Her mouth opens slightly in a gasp. She doesn’t know what to say because she isn’t sure she’s ready to say the same thing. Especially not when her heart is torn between him and Adrien. If only they were the same person. It would make things so much easier. 

Chat clicks the green paw on his baton, and it goes back to normal. He closes the short distance between them, cups her chin between his fingers, and gives her the smile she adores so much once again.

“Don’t worry. I’m not expecting you to say it back. I wanted to say it for myself, princess.” 

His tongue flicks out to wet his lips at the same time his thumb brushes over her skin. A small tingle shoots down her spine at the motion. Slowly, he leans in closer to her, and her senses run wild. Her heart picks up speed compared to earlier, her body turns to a warm liquid, and her mind goes blank. Her gaze quickly flickers from his eyes to his lips back to his eyes. She already knows what he’s going to do, and she’s scared. Scared because it feels like she’s sealing her fate to be with Chat when she still likes Adrien.

“May I kiss you?” he asks so softly that she barely hears it.

For a brief second, Marinette debates the pros and cons of her answer. Yes will mean she chooses Chat over Adrien, but it also means she’ll get more chances for late night kisses on the balcony. No will mean she loses her chance for kisses on the balcony, and that she still has a chance to be with Adrien. 

Then again, her and Adrien aren’t a sure thing. Not like her and Chat. And being with Chat is just as good as being with Adrien, right? They sometimes feel like they’re the same person so it will almost feel like being with Adrien. Right? That’s how things worked? 

She doesn’t know the answer to that question, but she does know that Chat’s waiting for her answer.

“Yes,” she says so quietly she hopes he hears it.

When she feels the heat of his lips press on hers, she knows he did. 

The kiss isn’t dramatic and life changing like in the movies. Rather, it’s slow and sensual. Chat hums as he relaxes against her, moving his lips in time with hers, and Marinette does the same thing. Her hands float up to touch his chest as she tilts her head slightly and kisses him back. Everything feels right in the world in that moment as if they were meant to do this for quite some time now. 

He ends the kiss first, leaning back staring at her with wide eyes that reflects her own. They spend about a minute or two staring at each other like that. In that time, Marinette worries that she messed something up somehow or that she isn’t as good a kisser as she hoped. 

But then Chat smiles, that boyish grin that sets her heart a flutter, and she smiles as well.

signs as halsey lyrics

aries: “Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it” //castle

taurus: “You’re dripping like a saturated sunlight
You’re spilling like an overflowing sink
You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
And now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink” //colors

gemini: “I sat alone, in bed ‘til the morning
I’m crying, ‘They’re coming for me’
And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
My mind’s like a deadly disease” //control

cancer: “Survival of the richest, the city’s ours until the fall
They’re Monaco and Hamptons bound, but we don’t feel like outsiders at all” //new americana

leo: “And I remember the fear in your eyes
The very first time we snuck into the city pool
Late December with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath
Didn’t know where we were running to
But don’t look back” //roman holiday

virgo: “All we do is drive
All we do is think about the feelings that we hide
All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign
Sick and full of pride” //drive

libra: “You say that you’re no good for me
‘Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve
And I swear I hate you and you leave
But I like it anyway” //ghost

scorpio: “'Cause I’ve done some things that I can’t speak
And I’ve tried to wash you away but you just won’t leave
So won’t you take a breath and dive in deep
'Cause I came here so you’d come for me” //haunting

sagittarius: “Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers ‘cause you’ll never take the blame like me?” //gasoline

capricorn: “Selfish, taking what I want and call it mine
I’m helpless, clinging to a little bit of spine
They rush me, telling me I’m running out of time
They shush me, walking me across a fragile line” //hold me down

aquarius: “Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you’re a God, they can’t believe I made you weak” //strange love

pisces: “Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space
In a hotel room where demons play
They run around beneath our feet
We roll around beneath these sheets” //coming down