#al capone x ivan the awesome

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I FEEL THE OPPOSITE OF MIND!! XD This is so funny and so cute ^^ Ivan you are kindof precious 😅😅 And AL-

hi! Could I request a night at the museum al Capone imagine or dating headcanons? If you don’t want to do it that’s fine!

No, no, no, you don’t understand I love him with all my bones, and you need to request more for him ^^

Next time will totally be a oneshot but its late where I am and I’m sleepy ^^ Haha. I hope you like this! 

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·         Oh boy, he just loves to have you beside him. A little bit of arm candy, you know? Also, you’re basically the only impulse control/rational thought he has access to, so…

·         Is ALWAYS READY to throw down over you.

·         “You are… quite beautiful, oui? Allow me too- “

·         Cue Al freaken flinging his gun off to the side like he has before and COMING OVER TO YOU TWO. “EY! You get your tiny froggy mits off my doll, knucklehead!” So suddenly that you and Napoleon both jump, from surprise.

·         You have to comfort him when he learns about his fate in the Twister Deleted Scene. Just sit by him and pat his shoulder.

·         He loves you to wear his hat or his jacket.

·         He goes to Napoleon for advice when you’re upset with him. Basically, what Napoleon says is, ‘Apologise to her, nitwit. And take her flowers, she deserves to have flowers!!’.

·         He went to Ivan one time and it actually went quite well… until Al mentioned something about Ivan’s past relationships… of which he had 8 wives (Take that, Henry).

·         Always leaning over to you and muttering jokes about the others to you like when Ivan went on about reading and when he went full psycho on Napoleon for bringing up his son.

·         Its very not good, because he’s FUNNY and you end up LAUGHING and people STARE AT YOU.

·         Honestly, he loves to get you in trouble like that, the little shit.

·         You have a whole army of gangster big brothers now, because Al has directed them to protect you at all times. From threats, and flirts alike.

·         His favourite form of PDA? Well, having his arm around you first and foremost. Its easy to continue while he’s working. But coming in at a close second are lip pecks. He’s practised so he always moves his hat so it doesn’t hit you in the head.

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Ivan: You're like an ocean.

Al: What, because I'm deep and mysterious?

Ivan: *shakes head* no, because you're salty and scare people.

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Hiii, can I request a reader insert story? Where the reader is maybe Larry’s niece or something, and is set in the second movie, and she’s helping Larry when she gets captured by Al Capone and he stops her from being killed and they have a cute moment, you can decide how it ends😂 Thank youuuu😙

Heey! I got a little carried away with this one... I hope this is what you had in mind! ^^

Al Capone x Fem!Reader:

The sun slowly went down. People left the museum and went home to their families. The stars finally showed up in the sky, yet Larry and his niece couldn't watch their glowing figure because they had to save their friends. Some people would never believe what happened. A tablet that brings exhibits back to life has been stolen.

Larry's job was once to keep it safe. Even now, when he already left his job, Larry had to help his friends after all those joyful nights. He wasn't going to do that alone. His niece, Y/n, joined him in this dangerous adventure. Larry tried to stop her, but she insisted, so he let her come. That night, Larry made a big mistake. 

Larry, Amelia, and Y/n were running away from the French soldiers when they reached a dead end. The door was stuck. It just wouldn't open, no matter how hard they tried. 

"Uncle, you have to go now!" Y/n exclaimed. "I'll distract them!

"What?! I won't leave you here!" Larry shook his head. 

"You have to take that tablet to a safe place!" she insisted. "I will be alright!" 

"Mr. Daley, I agree with her." Amelia nodded. "If we stay, we lose. You have to choose which one is more important."

"Just go!" Y/n shouted. "I can take care of myself!"

"Okay..." he sighed. "But I'll come back. Please just... be careful..."

She nodded with a smile on her face. Larry and Amelia ran in the other direction, while Y/n sighed and waited for the soldiers. She grabbed a sword from the display. French soldiers and mafia men arrived to the room, alongside Napoleon and Al Capone. 

"You want to find them? Then you'll have to go through me!" Y/n yelled. 

"We only want the tablet!" the short man, she recognized as Napoleon, shouted. "But if you stand in our way, we'll kill you!"

"Try me b*tch." Y/n chuckled. 

The soldiers attacked her, and she tried to defend herself, but Y/n didn't know how to fight with a sword. When a man finally kicked it out of her hands, she was defeated. Al Capone grabbed her by her arm and dragged Y/n to the soldiers so they could tie her hands. She couldn't even scream for help. 

"Let me go!" she muffled when a soldier put his hands on her mouth. 

"Shut up!" the man grumbled. 

The only thing she could do was to listen to her capturers. Y/n wished she actually listened to her uncle this time, but she was too stubborn. She just wanted to help Larry, since he had done so many things for her and Nicky. The soldiers took her to the mad pharaoh that wanted the tablet so much. 

"Did you get the tablet?" he asked. 

"No, but we captured his daughter." Napoleon pointed at Y/n. 

"Niece..." she corrected him. 

“Niece.” he nodded.

"Whatever..." the pharaoh shook his head. 

He took a look at her, then turned back to examine some jewelry. 

"Tie her up somewhere." he shrugged. "Go after Larry Daley and tell him if he doesn't give the tablet back, I will personally kill her." 

Napoleon nodded and directed his men to tie Y/n up. After that, they simply left the room. Y/n had some time to look at the exhibits. She recognized Ivan the Terrible and Al Capone, but she had no idea how the pharaoh was called. 

"Excuse me... Uhm... Mr..." she looked at the pharaoh. 

"I am Kahmunrah, great king of great kings, and from the darkest depths of ancient history." he introduced himself. 

"Okay. Cool. I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you." she greeted him. "Now... I don't want to be rude or anything, but... Could you let me go already?!" 

"Yeah, of course." he nodded. "Let me just sit on my throne all night first. Thank you." 

Kahmunrah sat down and ignored Y/n's existence. 

"Wow. Rude." she snorted. "I bet your brother would release me." 

Only then did she realize what she just said. The pharaoh looked at her and stood up. Y/n could see the anger in his eyes as she gulped. He started going towards her, which made him look scarier.  

"Oh... You think my little baby brother could be better than me?" he clenched his jaw. "That's what you think?!"

"Oi!" a sudden voice interrupted him. "Don't kill her!" 

Al Capone came closer to them and stood between the two. 

"I can take care of her where her friends can hear her screams." he explained. "It would probably hurt Daley if he received the news from his friends, wouldn't it?" 

"Fine." he rolled his eyes. "Just take her away from me." 

Al Capone nodded, then commanded his boys to drag Y/n somewhere else. She constantly tried to escape, but they were too strong. When they were far enough, Al Capone commanded them to release her. 

"Now go." he smirked. "No one would want to see such a pretty lady die." 

"Should I thank you now?" she asked. 

"Only if you want to, doll." Al Capone winked. 

"Thanks... I guess..." she nodded. "Why did you help me, though? I was just fine on my own..."

"Yeah... Sure." he laughed. "However, we don't have time for a little chit-chat. Find that stupid Daley before I change my mind, doll."

"Thank you, Mr. Capone." Y/n forced a little smile on her face. 

"Anytime, doll." he chuckled. "Just call me Al, by the way."

"I thought you really wanted to kill me." she giggled nervously. 

"Nah, ya face is too gorgeous for that." he shrugged. "Now go!"

"Fine! Thanks again!" she exclaimed. 

Al stood there, watching her figure as she ran on the corridor. His boys looked at him with a confused expression. They didn't understand what made him release the girl. One of them came closer to him to ask the question. 

"Boss, why did ya let her go?" he looked in his eyes. 

"I don't know." Al shrugged. "I guess she just reminded me of myself. When I got in trouble in my younger years, ya know?"

His men were still confused, but shrugged it off and returned to the room where Kahmunrah's throne stood. 

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The reason I don't post often is because I never get asks. Send asks...please.

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Bad, bad Alphonse Capone (Chapter 3)

Scarface Versus Snorky.

Fandom/Movie/Series/Ect: Night At The Museum

Setting: Larry is still the night guard, several exhibits from the Smithsonian are at the Museum of Natural History

Pairing(s): Eventual Capoleon, Jedtavius, Teddy/Sacagawea

Characters: Al Capone, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ivan the Terrible (Awesome), Larry Daley, Teddy Roosevelt, Sacagawea, Jedediah Smith, Octavius, Ahkmenrah, Shaka Zulu, several Zulu tribe members, Dr. Richard McPhee, several Mobsters, Antonio Villalobos, Mariana Villalobos, Ramón Espina, Doctor Jess McClain, Docteur Alain Chaput

Genre/Warnings: Some slightly graphic violence, Foul language, Fic inspired by a song, I’ll come up with more tags later,  Chapter names may change later

Notes: I listened to the song “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce about a thousand times and decided I just HAD to make a fic.  The reason Al and the boys get made into color (as a plot point) is so everyone can see what happens to Al.

If anyone is OOC or this reads like a Dick & Jane, this is my second posted fic and I haven’t done much writing in the NATM field. (Disclaimer: I don’t own the song, nor the characters.) (If anything suddenly changes, I had to fix a mistake I missed.)

(I am starting to see why they say “The beginning and end are easy, the middle is hard.”  this chapter is either going to be good, or real fucking boring, you decide.)

Word count: 1,300

Summary: Al and the boys practically beg (Though they won’t stoop so far as to say they were actually begging.) for him and his gang to be colored up like everyone else.  Finally one day they get a paint-job, despite McPhee’s ever-present paranoia; Capone and the gang being popular in grey-scale.  Several weeks after they finally get what they want, Al gets in a fight, and doesn’t come out of it well.  Luckily for him Napoleon is compassionate enough to put up with Al’s grating personality to help him.

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Thank God Larry got a bottle of fleshtone latex for Halloween.

Disguising Al’s stitching for every morning was far easier than he’d thought it would be.

Al was ready for this nightmare to be over.  ‘Change his bandages once a day.’

Napoleon is nothing if not dutiful.  He’s done just as prescribed, every day, the past couple days.  Al is getting sick of it.

Al sits on the desk, slapping Napoleon’s hand away for the second time.

“Quit tryna mollycoddle me, I can do it myself!”

“I plan to do as Docteur Chaput told, you cannot stop me.”

Al slaps his hand away again.

Everyone hears an angry screech from the office.

“They were doing so well...”  Teddy sighs, unwrapping himself from Sacagawea.

“I thought it was amusing, their little vendetta.  Now it’s annoying.”  She chuckles.

“I laughed the first time as well, but since they’ve been consistently interrupting our evenings...”  Teddy rubs his temples.

“We really should go see what they’re doing.  If Al breaks his stitching it could make things worse.”  Sacagawea stands and pulls Teddy off of the bench and through the doorway.

“Come on!  Really guys?”  Larry stares at the two.

“He keeps changin’ my bandages, and I already told him, I can do it myself!”

Napoleon puts all of his weight on Al’s stomach and tightens his grip on Al’s chin, dangerously close to the wounds on his cheek, making Al squint.

“I told the docteur I would change them, I refuse to go back on my word!”

Larry sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.

“Get up, guys.  Al, let Napoleon dress your wounds.”

“Aw, come on!”

Napoleon grins triumphantly once they’re both righted.

“Sit.”  Napoleon points at the desk. 

Larry gives them both a pointed look and leaves, meeting Teddy and Sac in the hallway and closing the door.

“I have a question.”

“Shoot, Nippy.”

“When I described your injuries, you looked and sounded...  Distraught.  Why?”

Al’s eyes search the wall over Napoleon’s shoulder.  “It’s nothing, Shortstack...”

Napoleon knits his eyebrows together but doesn’t press on.  He’s seen trauma, mild to severe, physical and emotional, and thinks he should give Al some time before asking again.

That doesn’t mean he won’t look into Al’s history to see if that gives him any information, though.

Napoleon walks towards Al’s room.  He spots a group of Al’s gangsters near by.  He catches a fleeting bit of their whispered conversation, where they lean on the wall opposite the Al Capone exhibit.

“Damn, Big Boy looks rough.  I ain’t never seen him this bad.”

“Yeah, even when they first started callin’ him Scarface he didn’t look so...  Depressed?”

“Least we can do is start callin’ him Snorky again, what do ya say, Ralph?”

“Best idea you’ve had in a while, Tony.”

Napoleon looks into the room from the doorway.

Al is looking at a hand mirror dejectedly, lifting the latex carefully and examining the stitches.

Napoleon gets a few steps into the room before Al’s men grab him by the arms.

“Ehi! Miullu, i idioti!“

Al almost drops the mirror.  He spins around and holds up a hand to keep the gangsters from dragging Napoleon to the door.

“French Toast, what the Hell are ya doin’ here?”

“I wanted to remind you to meet me in the office, evidently your men dislike my commitment.”

“Nippy, don’t be dramatic, I told em to keep everyone out.  Thanks for remindin’ me though...”

“Monsieur Daley, can you teach me how to use that, uh, laptop?”

“Yeah sure, what do you want to look up?”

Napoleon fumbles for a moment.

“No that’s alright, you don’t have to tell me.  Here, sit...  Now see the keys?  Press them gently to make words...”

Napoleon accidentally runs twelve W’s into the search bar, causing Larry to snicker.

“Now you know that can happen, use the backspace to erase all but one.”

Napoleon is a little less heavy-handed this time.

There, now if you can manage to spell everything well enough-  Don’t give me that look, I know how spelling worked back in your days.  Anyway you should get the results you want.  Press the enter key when you wanna make it search.”

Larry holds the mouse and slides it around.

“Use this to click on things-”  He deliberately clicks it a few times.  “-And that little X in the corner will close everything.”

“Grazie, Monsieur Daley.”

“No problemo.  I’m gonna go do a round, catch you later.”

Larry pats him on the back and walks off

Napoleon, backspacing the remaining W and, carefully selecting keys, types out ‘Al Capone injuries’.

The little circle spins, then ‘The infectious disease that sprung Al Capone from Alcatraz.’

“I hope the tablet got rid of that...”

Napoleon moves the little hand down and clicks on one link simply titled ‘Al Capone’, and hopes for the best.

Luck is on his side.  To the right side of the screen is what is presumably a photo of Al when he was older, in black and white.  He’s wearing a nice dark grey three piece suit, a shiny, striped tie, white shirt and pocket square, and a shiny watch chain.  He’s also gained weight and lost hair.  The banner under the photo reads ‘Al Capone in 1930.’

“Yet he pokes at me because of the paintings I commissioned when I was in my forties.  It must run in Italian blood...  Or it’s all the bread and cheese.”

Al was born in the Brooklyn borough of New York City.

“That’s not very far from the museum, is it?  I wonder if I could convince Larry to take Al and myself there..”

His parents, Teresa and Gabriele, immigrated from Angri, Italy.

He had eight siblings, six brothers and two sisters.

He did well in school but had difficulty following the rules at his parochial Catholic school.  He was expelled permanently at fourteen for hitting a female teacher.

“At least I didn’t hit my teachers, u mo Diu.“

He worked at a bowling alley and a candy store, and was influenced Johnny Torrio, whom he later regarded as a mentor.

First he got involved with the Junior Forty Thieves, then the Bowery Boys.  Then he joined the Brooklyn Rippers, and after that the powerful Five Points Gang.

He was employed by mentor and racketeer Frankie Yale, who tended bar at a dance hall and saloon called the Harvard Inn.

“Saloon?  I thought that was only in the West in the eighteen seventies?”

Al inadvertently insulted a woman while working at the door of a nightclub in Brooklyn and was slashed by her brother Frank Gallucio.

“Oh...”

Napoleon opens a new tab, searches ‘Al Capone scars’ and pulls up a photo that marks each slash with a number.

They match scarily close to the fresh ones on the side of Al’s face now.

Napoleon’s mouth falls open slightly and his eyebrows pull together.  He switches back to the other tab.

The wounds caused people to give him the nickname ’Scarface’ which Al loathed.  His close friends called him 'Snorky', a word for sharp dresser.

“Ay Nippy, watcha doin’?”

Napoleon quickly closes out the browser and shuts the laptop, none-too-gracefully.  Al smirks at him.

“Thought we were gonna meet in the office, what have ya been doin’?”

“Nothing, I was looking something up.  None of your concern.”

“Mhm, ‘lookin’ something up.’  Be sure clear the history when you’re done.”

Al spins around and saunters off towards the office.

“So, Short Stuff, did you enjoy ‘lookin’ something up.’?  Was it...  Sexy?”

Napoleon pulls the latex off roughly.

“It was informative.  The two photographs I looked at were...  A bit attractive.  No contest with the real thing, though.”

“Yeah, I bet.”  Al pulls a knowing smirk.  He doesn’t know as much as he thinks he does though.

Docteur = Doctor

Ehi! Miullu, i idioti! = Hey! Let me go, you idiots!

Monsieur = Mister

Grazie = Thank you

U mo Diu = My God

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Night at the Museum + Ao3 tags (1/?)

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Al: Is...something burning?

Ivan: Only my love for you-

Al: It's the damn toaster. It's on fire! You left the damn toast in too long!

Ivan: OH SHIT-

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I really do wish there was more Alvan (Al x Ivan) content in the fandom because me and @transmasc-larrydaley are like the only ones who've made content for it :/

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Al & Ivan vs Amelia & Sacagawea.

Ivan: You're such a whore.

Al: I know.

Sacagawea: You're such a whore.

Amelia: what the fuck did you just call me?

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Al: You're an idiot.

Ivan: You say that as if I don't already know that.

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Jed: Hey! Guys!

Ivan & Al: *look down*

Al: What do you want, little guy?

Jed: I wanted to throw a pride parade in the museum for Octy and I was wondering if you'd help.

Ivan: da.

Al: I'm in. Just don't tell Napoleon because he'd make fun of us all.

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    Pride at the Museum

Pairing(s): Jedediah x Octavius, Al Capone x Ivan the Awesome, Amelia Earhart x Sacagawea, Ahkmenrah x Nikolai Akim Sidorenko XIII(oc), Larry x Don

   "Hey, guys," Larry began to all of his friends.

        Each one gazed at him--and in Jed and Octavius's case, they gazed up at him.

         "June is coming up in a couple of days," Larry informed them.

         A few exhibits housed confused looks on their faces.

         "And I thought that, I could throw you guys a little pride parade...since you know, ...a lot of you are gay." Larry had almost stumbled over his words.

         Jed smiled. "Hell ya, Laredo! We have to do it now!"

          Octavius nodded. "I agree with Jedediah, we must now."

          Al said, "Yeah, what he said."

          The exhibits took turns then talking about how they now wanted Larry to throw a pride parade.

         Larry smiled as they quieted down. "Alright. Let's do it."

        -

       Larry found himself gathering supplies for the parade all the way up until June.

        He had gotten help from Nick.

       And now, finally, it was time.

      McPhee was chilling with his boyfriend, Mike--Larry had been the one who introduced the two.

      Octavius and Jed sat, smiling, applying small bits of glitter to the other's face.

      Ivan painted the rainbow flag on his face.

      Al was running around, wearing the trans flag as a cape.

      Amelia and Sacagawea were scream singing the lyrics to Girl In Red songs.

      Attila had gotten ahold of eyeshadow--he used the eyeshadow to make a rainbow.

      Teddy stood, proudly, holding a straight ally flag.

      "Akim?" Larry asked.

      Nikolai Akim Sidorenko XIII, or Akim for short, raised his head. The Russian boy asked, "Da?"

        Larry said, "Ahk doesn't know about this. Can you go get him? It's sort of a surprise."

       Akim smiled. "Da. I can." He head off.

        In a short few moments, Akim came back with Ahkmenrah following him.

         "Woah," Ahkmenrah breathed. He was marvelled at the sight of it all. "What is this, Guardian of Brooklyn?"

          "It's called a Pride Parade," Larry began, followed by a question. "They didn't have anything similar in Egypt?"

          Ahk shook his head. "They did not."

           Octavius loudly declared, "Well, Rome had it."

           "Of course it did," Ahk huffed.

           Jed then called out, "Akimenrah! Get your butts over here!"

            Both Ahk and Akim exchanged embarrassed looks that Jed had already came up with a ship name for them. They both headed toward Jed wanted.

           "Hey," a familiar voice called.

           Larry turned.

         There was Don.

       Don sometimes came over to the museum. Don had became familiar with all of the exhibits too. He smiled, gazing around, and then back to Larry. "I love what you've done to the place."

        "Thanks," Larry responded, his heart almost skipping a beat.

        Don smiled even more. "How about we see if Ivan has anymore rainbow face paint."

        Larry smiled back. "Yeah. Let's."