#and nile and her backstory and relationship with her father and how she processed his death is so so freaking good... i love her sm
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non-un-topo Ā· 4 years ago
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So Iā€™m re-reading The Steps by @flawlessassholes and ahh... I donā€™t think I can properly express how well written this fic is but Iā€™m gonna try. (I know a lot of people have probably read it already but if you havenā€™t or if youā€™ve only read the prequels then please please go read it!!!! Indulge my obsessed ranting for a sec)
The thing that makes me geek out the most about this fic is the realism. Itā€™s so, so detailed that I just get completely sucked into the story like Iā€™m watching a movie and (as a Canadian who is not from Montreal but has visited) it makes me feel sooo cozy and at home. But the realism!! The characters are so well fleshed out and in-character, you really feel everything and go through their recovery with them. The way grief is explored in this fic is also exceptional (and I probably shouldnā€™t read it rn after losing someone so close to me but again itā€™s so realistic and heartfelt I canā€™t look away). Everyoneā€™s grief gets explored in some way and I sympathize with all of them so easily, even (and especially) in the bad times (ex. grief causing Booker to act cruel sometimes without thinking).
The original characters (Bookerā€™s wife Sophie + kids) are so well-written and complex I sometimes forget theyā€™re not the canon versions?? Anyway Iā€™ll pack it up but I just love this fic and all it represents. Thematically, itā€™s brilliant. The chapter organization is so clean and well done you actually go through recovery with Booker. The developing romance and close friendship between Booker and Nile is so natural and realistic (and their chemistry is absolutely endearing). Joe is so incredibly written and you really feel how much love there is between him and Booker even with all the pain... Anyway, thatā€™s all for now Iā€™m sorry itā€™s just so good??
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ilikefandom Ā· 4 years ago
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Hello Hello
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: Backstory and other things
Pairing: Ahkmenrah x Fem reader
Warning: Death - non-explicit
Life at the British museum was not nearly as exciting as life in New York. Ahkmenrah was getting used to hiding, alone, in a corner, on the internet. Amunnebkettoti and Bentres had attempted to trap him back into the entitled manchild he had been before he fell in love with (Y/n).
Being a pharaoh, or even a prince allowed Ahk to have whatever he wanted. He had riches, he had women, he had everything he wanted, except for love.
That is until he went to the market to exhibit his power over some helpless peasants. At least, that was his intention when he saw a young woman drawing water from a well. With the entitlement that surged into his mind, he dismounted from his horse and began to walk over to the girl, making up his mind to take her back home as a concubine.
As he approached, he could hear the humming coming from her mouth. She picked up her two buckets of water and made her way to a small house near the river.
Ahkmenrah, shocked with being ignored, made his way to the hut, anger coursing through his veins. How dare she, how dare she ignore her future king, her god!
As he marched beside the hut, he saw her. (Y/n) was sitting with a collection of children. His eyes widened as the young woman cared for them, giving them drinks of water from one of the buckets. She had ignored him for a reason, she was caring for children. Ahkmenrahā€™s mouth ran dry as he felt his heart bloom for this beautiful young woman.
When he came back to the palace that night, he went straight to his room, resolving that, if he wanted to win this girlā€™s heart, he should be kinder to those underneath him.
The next time a servant did something for him, he thanked them, surprising the young boy, who automatically ran off. Over the next week, he found that the more kindness he spread, the more he received.Ā 
The next time that he visited the well, he wore clothes he borrowed from another servant. He approached her meekly and spoke with the tone he had been practicing. ā€œHello, my name is Akh, I was,ā€ he cleared his throat, ā€œyouā€™re very beautiful.ļæ½ļæ½
The maiden looked at her feet and smiled, embarrassment heating the back of her neck. ā€œThank you.ā€ She said, her voice quiet and her tone light, ā€œIā€™m (Y/n).ā€
Over the course of the next few months Ahkmenrah snuck out of the palace at night, dressed in peasantā€™s clothes, to visit (Y/n). He learned that the children he saw with her the first time he met her were her siblings, she had 10 of them, three sisters and seven brothers, and that her father was a scribe in the temple of Sobek, which was why they lived so close to the water.Ā 
Despite having two wives of his own, Ahk was falling in love with (Y/n) and her gentle ways. She was always so kind and honest with him. His heart felt so full and he was willing to ask her to join him in the palace, however, he didnā€™t know if (Y/n) felt the same.
Ahkmenrah told her about his parents and brother, omitting the fact he was a prince, he told her about his wives and how vain they were. He sat with her in the moonlight and spilled his guts about how he felt trapped inside of somebody he was not, he sat with her under the stars, near the Nile until Ra began to exit the Duat. As the sun rose, he picked a lotus flower from the water and handed it to her. ā€œFor the prettiest flower of them all.ā€
He fled from the river and from the warm feeling as the fog lifted from the river. He ran until he got back to the palace and slumped onto his bed, his brain buzzing, his body heavy, and his heart full.Ā 
When Ahkmenrah woke he made his way to the main room sliding into a chair beside his father who gave him a disapproving look. Ahk caught sight of the long line of people to oversee, his heart fell. He took a deep breath and his father called forward the first person.Ā 
With the proceedings going nicely, Merenkahre decided to let both Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah take turns over them.Ā 
After about an hour, Ahkmenrah caught a glimpse of somebody familiar. ā€˜Oh-no,ā€™ heā€™d thought as (Y/n) stepped closer to the pedestal. ā€˜I didnā€™t tell her I was a princeā€™
When she reached the steps, (Y/n) knelt and pulled a roll of papyrus from a bag she carried. She held it out and caught sight of Ahk, her mouth falling open as she dropped the reed paper.
(Y/n) took a few deep breaths before she handed him the scroll, her hands trembling. He accepted it and unrolled the papyrus. She appeared as if she had been crying.
Inside was a detailed plea for help. The Nile had risen so high that three of the nile god temples had been washed away, Taweret, Nepthys and Sobeck, along with dozens of homes, many people had drowned.Ā 
Ahkā€™s eyes widened, he didnā€™t realize the difficulties that (Y/n)ā€™s family faced. He moved his eyes further down the page, he caught the glimpse of several names, including the names of three of her siblings and her father, all of her sisters drowned.Ā 
When he tried to meet her eyes again, (Y/n)ā€™s were lowered and he could sense her grief and betrayal. After telling her that the kingdom would copile resources to rebuild the homes and temples and dismissed her, he fled the court room. He only took the minimal time to take off his bejeweled necklace before fleeing down to the river.
He caught up with (Y/n) as she arrived at the remains of the well where they first met. As she met up with him she made a move to bow.Ā 
Ahk caught her hand and raised her to his equal. ā€œDonā€™t bother, please.ā€ He whispered, holding her hands gently and looking in her eyes. ā€œI love you. I love you so much, I just wanted to protect you.ā€
(Y/n) looked back at the man who made her heart blossom like the lotus that he gave her earlier. ā€œIā€¦ I love you too.ā€ (Y/n) stuttered out turning her hands over and holding his gently.
It took two more years for Ahk to gain (Y/n)ā€™s trust and for them to go public about their relationship. It also took time for (Y/n) to heal over the loss of her siblings and father.
When she finally moved into the palace, the final step in their marriage, (Y/n) had learned the ins and outs of the palace and royal life.
Being the third and only love wife of Ahkmenrah was hard, full of disapproving parents and jealous sister wives, but it was also freeing. All of her brothers and her mother became workers in the palace, solidifying the bond between Ahkmenrah and (Y/n).
All of their love culminated in Akh, the son that they wanted so badly.Ā 
Akh never got to see him and he and his mother did not live long under Kahmunrahā€™s rule.Ā 
Alone in the British museum, Ahk sighed a breath, he would see them again, and then, an idea popped into his mind. He ran from his cover, he had to find Tilly.Ā 
When (Y/n) moved into the museum her exhibit was busy, as expected for the sarcophagus that was supposed to hold her husband. In New York, she never came to life, (Y/n) only lay in the gold box like the corpse she was, unable to think about anything.Ā 
It wasnā€™t until one night, when she heard the clicking of hooves of a horse, that consciousness reemerged in her mind.
Akh started to cry, out of fear or hunger or ā€¦ (Y/n) felt a warm liquid trickle down her leg, he had to use the bathroom. Ever the gentle mother, (Y/n) had only just realized that the tablet must be in the museum.Ā 
She sat up, hitting her head on the lid of her sarcophagus in the process, and attempting to remove the lid. She hit the case a few times with her fist before the lid was opened. As the light hit her eyes, and she unwound her bandages, she saw a group of people surrounding her.
A large smile split her face as her husband pulled her and her son up from the sarcophagus. She was safe in his arms once more.
Athourā€™s note: Hey my fellow fans. Hope this second instalment to the Ahkmenrah piece is to your satisfaction. Criticism and requests are always welcome. This was actually a request, my first request. Thanks guys!!! If you want to be tagged please let me know.
Tags:Ā @ajenbyqueer2020Ā  @decaffeinatedwerewolftraveler
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