Rose L 🌷

• She/Her • 21 • Scorpio •

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What I write:

🌸 Female Reader

🤍 Character x Character

🌸 Fluff

🤍 Angst

🌸 Mild mentions of bullying or abuse (with specifics and TW in the “Warnings”)

🤍 Mild spice (not 100% comfortable with writing smut)

🌸 Romantic

🤍 Platonic (this can be parental, friendship, sibling etc)

🌸 Age gap

What I will NOT write:

TW (just incase)

🌸 Pedophile related topics

🤍 Graphic/detailed Abuse

🌸 Rape/Non con/Dub con

Contents ~

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

TOP GUN MASTERLIST

MARVEL MASTERLIST

DC TITIANS MASTERLIST

DC MASTERLIST

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM MASTERLIST

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Meeting the parents - Ahkmenrah x female! Reader

SUMMARY: Reader accompanies Ahkmenrah and the rest of the group to the British Museum. She and Ahkmenrah have been in a relationship for a while, so when she finds out she will be meeting her very much above her in-laws, she is nervous and wants to make a good first impression.

WARNINGS: Ancient Egyptian nicknames, canon events, altered ending, reader is 23 years old, relationship origin established, Shepseheret being wholesome and motherly. As to not be disrespectful to people of Egyptian heritage i have made the gift "inspired by" Egyptian jewelry.

Chaos, everything was chaos. You had just escaped dying from a triceratops who was a much less friendly dinosaur compared to Rexy. Sir Lancelot has joined you, and to you he was the most annoying person you have ever met... except Kahmunrah. Whenever Lancelot opened his mouth you got cringe flashbacks to your journey at the Smithsonian. Your uncle likes to use his awful impression of him to get your blood pressure high in irritation. He finds it funny, and you have to push down all thoughts of maiming him.

While you had been running away from the boned reptile, you had lost Jed and Octavius. You all looked for them, soon coming across Octavius' cape. You and Larry came together to think of ways to get them out of the vents, when your gold and jewel covered boyfriend spoke with his dry humor.

"At their size, they'll bake like tiny little scarabs in the Sinai" with his eyes distant, as if recalling a memory. Everyone turned to look at him, which snapped him out of the trance he had been stuck in momentarily. You placed a hand on your hip with a raised eyebrow, "Mery?" his eyes met yours at the nickname you often called him.

his face scrunched a little "Too dark?". You giggle a little while nodding your head. Larry came up with tying your cousins phone to Dexter and sending him on a hunt through the museum. You got rope from a nearby exhibit, tying it comfortably around the capuchins back. You aided the cheeky creature into the vents and he was off to find the miniatures.

"All right, lets get back on track" You announce and everyone nods. You walk side by side with Ahk, your hands instinctually intertwining. fingers threaded together and his thumb brushing your upper hand. "Are you nervous to see your parents?" You ask to drain out the delusional knights voice.

"Yes- and no." Ahkmenrah sighed, he blinked a few times before continuing. "I have missed them dearly, yearned to be in my mothers arms and be able to talk with my father. But I have a whole family with these incredible people, and I have fallen in love with an amazing... beautiful woman." As he speaks you squeeze his hand, unable to hide the smile that painted across your lips. The Pharaoh looks down and connects his eyes with yours.

"What about you?" You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Me?" you placed a hand over your chest, the soft fabric of your black knit sweater feels like butter under your palm. "I mean... I have done nights of research. How to approach, when to bow, when to speak and a whole lot more." you thread your hands through your hair as you recall nights when you couldn't come to the museum due to having work in the morning.

"Neferet, you do not need to worry. My mother and father will introduce themselves, then I'll introduce you to them. After that, be your self like you're with me" Ahk's warm tone settles any nerves you had, however he could sense a 'but' coming from you so he adds. "I promise, I will not leave your side." You sigh in relief, feeling assured with yourself.

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Just when you thought you and the group were done with anymore challenges. But then the museum throws a multiheaded serpent into your journey. The whole ordeal was a mess and you were barely able to carry Ahkmenrah... while trying to calm Atilla, while the tablet went nuts again. You had managed to fend off a couple of the snake heads, which scared you a little.

After the whole ordeal, Lancelot heads off to find 'Camelot' and leaves the group to your relief. You guys continued your path. You could tell you were getting closer to Merenkahre and Shepseheret, by the way Ahk's eyebrows rested tense above his eyes, his eyelashes brushing the thick hairs with every blink.

Confused cloth wrapped mummies trying to figure out why they cant leave there exhibits, hands on the glass, patting it. Come into view, you catch the exhibit of Cleopatra in the corner of your eye. She has already removed her face wraps, and she nearly makes you loose track from how beautiful she is.

The entrance of Ahkmenrah's parents gets clearer as you approach. You quickly let go of Ahk's hand, pulled the black sweater over your head, folded it and shoved it into Nick's bag like you rehearsed. you smoothed your hair down, and adjusted your white ankle length dress where needed. Your hand found your lovers', and you sighed. You look up at him and see Ahkmenrah's face, shock and amusement all in one.

"What? can't meet my boyfriend's parents in jeans and a t-shirt!" you say like it's obvious. Larry and Nick look between one another, examining their own attire. Shared mumbles of "well, now i feel underdressed".

"Onward" Teddy redirects, and you all head into the archway.

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"I haven't seen these walls for many a moon." Ahk beams, nostalgia coating each word. His ocean blue eyes taking in all the details that are linked to his past life. He almost gets lost in it before a woman speed walks into the room, with desperation and haste. She grips her dress, making sure not to trip.

"Ahkmen?!" She almost sobs out. Ahkmenrah, is stunned and overwhelmed in seconds and his eyes are the size of sauces. Almost not wanting to blink in fear of it all being a dream.

"Mother. Father." his grip on your hand loosens as the man who holds the appropriate title. You let go of his hand completely, "It's ok, I'll be ok- go to them."

Ahk's body moves for him, his parents hugging him tight with relief and emotion.

"Welcome home, my son." Merenkahre's voice is laced with pent up affection. Ahk turns on his heel softly. Guiding his parents to the group, and looking between them both. "I want you to meet my friends!"

Ahk's parents introduce them selves like they have done multiple times many millennia ago. Larry introduces himself and they get into a funny interaction of back-and-forth disagreements, which makes you giggle. Shepseheret turns to you, eyes scanning your figure curiously. "And who is this my son?" her question makes Ahkmenrah's lips stretch into a wide, proud smile.

He returns to your side, hand resting on the small of your back as he brings you closer to them. "Mother, father I'd like to introduce you to my beloved. (Y/N), She and I met a year ago as she lingered too long after hours. I gave her quite the shock when I suddenly opened my sarcophagus." Ahk let out a small chuckle as he recalls your petrified face.

Shepseheret's eyes brush over your figure, which you can tell it was out of curiosity and admiration. Merenkahre's beckoned you forward, and your feet moved for you. Ahkmen's fingers re-lace themselves with yours, as he kept his word. Merenkahre places his hand upon your cheek, scanning over your facial features. His face was stern, and serious. "It is an honor to meet someone who shows devotion and cherishes our son, after years of our un-willing neglect. If we could, you would be celebrated highly and we would summon the will of the gods, to bless this union." Your lips stretch into a warm and thankful smile, you bow your head for a few seconds to show your respect.

"My child, come with me" Shepseheret grabs your free hand, and guides you toward a part of the back wall. Your hand leaves Ahk's, and your head briefly turns to give him a reassuring nod, when your eyes turned back to the wall, with Hieroglyphics precisely chiseled into the stone. Shepseheret's fingers hover a few centromeres off the wall, twirling methodically. Her other hand still holds yours with a firth grip, as a small chunk of the stone extends out of the wall and opens like a cupboard.

She reaches into the cavity and pulls out a medium sized box. The box looks like it hasn't been touched in many millennia, it was in such perfect condition. There were no dents, chips or scratches.

"This was a gift from my mother on my wedding day. It was also gifted to her on her wedding day. I sense that your union with my son will last until the end of time. So I trust you to cherish it like my mother and I have." her voice flows into your ears, and you absorb each word with the highest respect. Shepseheret brings the hand still in hers, to chest level between the two of you. she unclasps your fingers and faces your palm upward.

The box is placed into your palm, and she uses both of her hands to open the lid. Inside is a beautiful gold necklace adorned with Lapis Lazuli, pearls and a sprinkle of diamonds. The whole necklace shines in the museum spot lights like water in the sun. Your jaw nearly slams into the floor at the mere sight of it. You go to politely refuse the gift, when you see Ahkmen's head shake and him mouth "Don't, trust me", with a small grin. From that, you guessed she is persistent and won't take no as an answer. "Thank you very much, I shall take good care of it."

She smiles happily and takes it out of the box. Moving to stand behind you, and putting it around your neck. her fingers danced across the back of your neck, and secures the clasp. A small wave of embarrassment sets in when you realize a few of your friends have been watching the interaction. But it goes as quickly as it came when you noticed their warm smiles. Shepseheret guided you back to Ahk's side, and he runs his fingers across the gems. "Beautiful" he spoke softly.

While the interaction between you and Shepseheret was happening, Larry asked Merenkahre why the rust was spreading across the golden tablet. Merenkahre, doing his duty to protect his family get's defensive, and it takes your boyfriends sarcastic frustration to get his father to open up. You held back your giggle as he did so, while listening to the backstory of the Tablet.

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"It's been away from Khonsu's light too long" Merenkahre's retelling concludes, and the rust begins to spread further up the tablet. Your friends faces showing discomfort as the side affects take over. your eyebrows knit together in worry as you watch. You head practically rips off your neck as you turn to Ahkmenrah, seeing his cheeks hallow and his skin revert back to a mummified corpse.

"Ahk, stay with me!" you wrap your arm around his shoulders, and do your best to keep him conscious. The pain in his face makes your heart plummet to the bottom of your stomach.

"My son, what is happening to you?!" Shepseheret's equally worried voice carries through the room. You both work to support his body and make him as comfortable as possible.

Merenkahre gets close to Larry's face, giving stern and clear guidance. "It needs moonlight, otherwise we should all be dead by sunrise..."

There is a slight pause before his finger is pointing to the exit and his voice booms.

"Hurry!"

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D O N E!

Yay! I finally had the time to finish my current fics, so I'm super happy!

I hope you enjoyed it!

Drink water and stay safe,

L xx

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My Comfort Person - Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Female! Nurse! Fiancée! Reader

Man, grief is such a complicated emotion. I have had little to no motivation to write a fanfic of Iceman since Val's passing. Every time I would try, I would immediately break down crying. He was a truly brilliant person, who touched so many peoples hearts through his movies and wicked sense of humor. So I thought I would add some Iceman comfort for those who may need it from either grieving him themselves, or have gone through a tough time.

SUMMARY: You are a well established nurse at the local hospital, working in the pediatric (children) ward. Your shift goes like any other, but one patient in particular has made your heart feel heavier. Said patient has a small scare, which you take care of with haste and care. But once you leave the room you need a minute to collect your self. You get home to your naval aviator fiancée, and as soon as you make eye contact you break down.

WARNING: COMFORT, FLUFF, ANGST, Mentions of sick children, mentions of Whooping cough, a child vomiting, a child turning blue, a child briefly passing out, medical treatment, anxiety, workplace stress, parental worry about loosing a child, crying/mental breakdowns from multiple characters, Iceman being supportive and caring. Set in Autum/Fall, a sprinkle of pet names, and cute romantic softness.

I'm not knowledgeable in the medical field, so google has been used to write this. Doctors/nurses please give me grace!

The halls of the hospital felt like any other. White walls, cart wheels glided across the tiled floor with the occasional squeak. Nurses and doctors communicating while leaning on the walls as you passed by, headed for your ward. You worked in pediatric care, or as your hospital called it the "Bumblebee Hive".

White walls turned a bright yet warm yellow, gorgeous hand painted bees flew across the entry hallway. You had just joined when they were finished being painted, you still remember the "wet paint" signs. As you reached the front desk, you are greeted by your usual Thursday colleagues Heather and Francine.

They get straight into what was happening through the ward, a 10 year old boy going through Measles, a 16 year old girl recovering from Appendicitis surgery, followed by a 6 year old boy who has a dislocated shoulder and needs to be transferred to rehab in a day or two depending on his progress.

The two women kept listing new or pre-admitted children and their current conditions. You were focused, and already thinking of methods to both heal them and make their days a little easier to get through. That was until they got to a ten-month-old baby girl named Kennedy, who going through a case of Whooping cough. Ken-Ken, as her parents called her, had been in the hospitals care for almost a month, hitting the worse part of the condition a week ago.

Her Mommy has been at home caring for Kennedy's older twin brothers for the last three days, so her Daddy has been staying with her. You were afraid to admit that she had kept you up at night sometimes, as she was so small and vulnerable. Whooping cough was something you have gone through many times over your 4 year long career, each patient getting the best treatment you could give. But when she looks at you when you observe or check on her, eyes tired and miserable, skin pale with her cheeks red. Your heart feels heavier.

You were assigned to her from seven in the morning, until seven in the evening. You grabbed what you needed and headed to her room, located near the quiet room that Mothers used to breast feed, or bigger children used to read in a room that doesn't have wires and machines around. "Hello Mr. Steven-Jones, how are the boys?", you say as you enter her room, given the situation its best to get the parents to talk about something positive when the nurses walk in.

He smiled, and let out a slight laugh "They were both begging to come in to eat more ice cream- had a serious conversation with them over the phone" he rolled his exhausted eyes with a small grin. "But they're just kids, so I promised them when Ken-Ken is better we can go on a small vacation with unlimited ice cream" his hand instinctually gripped the side of Kennedy's crib, which you immediately started doing her morning check up.

checking her blood pressure, her lungs and her fever management. "She is settled right now, fever still leaning high" you retrieve her morning bottle from the warmer, checking the temperature on your wrist. "Would like to feed her Mr. Steven-Jones?" you offer, but he shakes his head claiming he needs some rest. You encourage him to go for a walk or shut his eyes for bit, "don't worry sir, bubba will not leave my sight" he thanked you profusely before settling into the chair in the corner and shutting his eyes.

You pick up Kennedy and sit in the chair next to her crib, you get her in the correct position and get her to latch onto the bottle. the room is soon filled with Mr. Steven-Jones' snores, the sound of Kennedy suckles and you humming Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. As you gaze at her your brain subconsciously goes to your fiancée, who you will be married to in less than a year. You had talked about wanting children, baby names that were an "absolutely!" and some that were a "definitely not".

Once the bottle was empty, you worked on burping her, placing a large muslin cloth over your lap and shoulder. You were always extra gentle with her, using the rubbing technique in favor of the patting technique. The burps slowly came out, "there we go sweet girl, there we go" you repeat a couple of times.

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You stayed in her room until your 15 minute break at eleven-thirty, informing both Mr. Steven-Jones along with the cover nurse Martha on your observations, and what to do/look out for. You assured you will be back, and headed to your break room. Grabbing an apple, a plain cookie and a cup of milky coffee from the kitchenette before settling on the couch with the newest magazine you could find.

The apple was consumed as you read about the newest celebrity gossip, affairs and movies coming out soon. You place the core in the bin next to you, you to reach for your coffee when Heather rushed into the room, gripping the door frame. “Kennedy’s going through a coughing fit— and having a blue episode!”

You jump up, not caring about smoothing down your blue dress or adjusting your hair covering. You follow her to Kennedy’s room, and you see Martha holding the writhing baby upright so her air ways are open and not choking. Each cough became weaker with a deeper wheeze.

You waste zero time, as you lead your colleagues through the process. “She’s getting bluer by the minute, she needs suction!” You rub her back and mumble encouraging words. Mr. Steven-Jones stands by the window, hand on his mouth with worry spread across his features. As you are passed the rubber device, you make eye contact with him “deep breaths sir, keep calm”

You pry the almost limp child’s mouth open, and place the tube on the back of the throat and angle it to go down a couple of centimetres. You flick a switch on the devices panel and it hums “Francine, start rubbing her back— smooth but firm. We’ve got to get the mucus loose and out!” You support the device and the back of Kennedy’s head.

“It’s okay Ken-Ken, we’ve got you… I’ve got you” you say the last part quieter. You may be focused, but your heart rate is through the roof. Your eyes jump from Kennedy’s face, to the clumps of mucus slowly but surely go through the plastic cylinder.

As the clumps get bigger, you make sure to readjust her tiny body to make sure all of it exits her body. Your lungs start to burn as you held in your breath, you have done this procedure so many times on people as young as 2 months— to 45 years old, and it never got to you. This time, you felt like the fate of the world rests on your shoulders.

Kennedy's body gets heavier as she passes out from fighting her own fragile body. Your heart rattles in your chest as you see her hands go limp, and graze her bed. You try your best to focus on the tool in her mouth, each clump of mucus getting smaller and smaller as it passes through. But knowing she has passed out right in front of your eyes has shaken you a little.

"She is gone unconscious' you announce, reaching your hand to her heart feeling for a Paulse. you thankfully find it, its weak but still there nonetheless. "Heart still beating, mucus is almost clear. Prepare the oxygen mask Heather."

As the final piece of the gooey substance is collected, the suction tool is replaced with the oxygen mask. Placing her body flat on her bed, you double check all of her vitals and adjusted where needed. You turn to Mr. Steven-Jones, trying to stifle your shaky breaths. "The mucus is cleared, she just needs to have the oxygen until she is back to breathing on her own. But she is going to be ok."

The man in front of you nods, a gracious thank you falling from his lips. he tries to remain strong for all but 2 minutes before his hands fly to his face and he bursts into tears, sobs wracking his entire body. Keeping you composer, you guide him to the chair he was previously napping in and command Francine to get a bottle of water and a sandwich for him. She doesn't think twice before following your orders.

"I-I thought I was about to loose her completely. H-how would I have told her Mom? I don't k-know if I'd be able to" He rambles on between heavy sobs. You placed a hand on his shoulder and soothed him the best you could, "don't worry everything is ok, the amount we extracted means that she is more than halfway to making a full recovery. It just took her a little while to alert us of it. Please eat and drink some water, Kennedy needs her Daddy healthy and strong."

A dry, yet amused laugh seeps through Mr. Steven-Jones' tears. "Stubborn... just like me. Thank you Nurse (L/N), you and your team are truly incredible."

You smile politely, cracking the lid of the water bottle and passing it to him. "Absolutely no problem"

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Both Francine and Heather encouraged you to finish your break, even suggested a walk outside in the fresh air. You had fought against the suggestions, not wanting to leave Kennedy's side. But Francine pulled the 'I'm 7 years older than you, do as you're told' card. You got a new cup of coffee and headed to the garden at the back of the hospital, which is usually only for the children and elderly patients.

You turned your brain off as you took in the fall sun. The warm, comforting rays mixed with the coolness of the breeze help you connect back to your own self, not Nurse (L/N). You allow yourself to think of your Naval Aviator Fiancée, his beautiful blue eyes and his warm embrace bring a small smile to the corners of your lips. You sometimes hate how easy he can make you calm and relaxed.

You rest your body on the large oak tree by the lake and take in all the sounds and views. Remaining there until your break came to an end.

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You walk back into the ward and Heather passes you a folder that isn't Kennedy's. "Heather, this isn't Ke-", you were interrupted by her placing a hand on you arm. "You will cover my patient while I go on my 15 minutes, so you can give your brain something new. Daisy O'Connell's progressing to solid foods, and you will be observing her through the process and assist her where needed."

You read the 16 year old's file as you listen to the requirements. "Francine is with Kennedy?" you ask for reassurance. "Yes (Y/N), now go!" you put your hands up in defense before heading to the appendix patients room.

"Hey Daisy, how are you? I'll be covering nurse Martin while she is on her break." Daisy smiles while nodding, slightly weak from the strong meds and liquid diet. You pick up the warm toast from the table beside her, delivered moments ago from kitchen. Cut into small enough pieces and with the spread of Daisy's choosing.

You explain the process to her, and help her sit up to eat it. Apprehension and nerves evident on her face, but with a little encouragement she ate the first few bites. You jot down your observations, and laugh a little at her comments of how much she missed bread.

after she was done, you finish writing everything down her progress. "Could I get another slice please?" she practically begs, you shake your head with a laugh. "Not yet honey, we need to see how your body adjusts first." she sighs in disappointment, throwing her head back against her pillow.

"But... I can get you a hot chocolate if you'd like?" you smirk as her eyes light up, an excited please flows out of her weak form.

"one hot chocolate coming right up" you say as you head out the door.

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I has hit 5pm, and you have been back in Kennedy's room for the last 5 hours. Going over her vitals, jotting down notes and new treatments she will soon start to get ready to go home in hopefully less than 2 weeks. As you returned to her room, you sat with Mr. Steven-Jones to call her Mom to explain the episode. You fought your own emotions, trying your hardest to remain professional and calm. But the whole episode really shook you emotionally, the scene on repeat in your head like a broken VHS tape.

Mrs. Steven-Jones was thankful to you and your team for helping her daughter, but was obviously affected by the news. After explaining the current and future procedures you will be doing, you passed the phone to Mr. Steven-Jones so the 2 of them can catch up, and discuss the events that took place. Meanwhile, you do another observation of the now calm baby. Kennedy’s breathing has improved since the mucus drainage, with small amounts of being awake… signs of life that made your heart stutter and palms become clammy.

As the last 2 hours of your shift drags, you get everything ready for the night shift worker. Writing notes on all the paperwork needed for them, using red for the utmost important tasks and information. You also make sure that Mr, Steven-Jones got a hot dinner, even sneaking a staff room candy bar onto his tray with a reassuring note.

You fixed up Kennedy’s dinner bottle, and gave her head a few caresses before saying good night to both her dad and your colleagues.

You head to your car, allowing yourself to disassociate for a bit. You wished you could sleep in the parking lot so that if they needed you, you could bolt straight in. But you think of your Tommy, and sigh out the breath you were holding…your mind already at ease.

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You walk into the entry hall of your humble 2 story beach house, dropping your bag in its usual spot when you had a mandatory day off the next day. You hated them the most, when patients like Kennedy were in your wards care.

As your brain focuses on the suffering 10 month old, your body grows weak and is wracked with heavy sobs. Your hand holding the wall for dear life, your chest tightening as your sobs grow stronger.

When all of it felt like too much too fast, you feel the too 2 buttons of your dress being unbuttoned and sturdy arms wrapping around you in protective understanding. “Sh-she— Ke-” you try to begin explaining, but you’re cut off by a few soft ‘shh’s and your feet no longer touch the ground.

Iceman carries you to the living room, sitting himself down and placing you on his lap. The blonde pilot removes your shoes, your head covering and takes out your work standard hairstyle. All while you’re on the brink of hyperventilating.

“Breathe Sweetheart…breathe” he coaches you, and you try. Your chest burns, and the sobs still fall from your lips. His large, cool hands cup your face and turn your face to meet his.

“In” he demonstrates, and you fight the next coming sob to follow him.

“Out” you grip his wrists to help yourself through it. Tom’s crystal blue eyes are soft, warm but serious as he keeps guiding you through the next 7 breaths. As it’s not his first rodeo, he makes sure he does 10 complete breaths…as he knows it’s always the amount you needed to settle down.

You allow your head to become almost limp in his hands as you go through your last small hiccup. Your eyes open fully and silently thank your fiancée with your (e/c) globes. “There we go pretty girl, relax— relax” he softly drags.

You tiredly explained the episode Ken-Ken had gone through, and how you want to go back and do the night watch.

“The thought of not being able to know what’s going on, is driving me insane” you almost drawled out. Your adrenaline wearing off as you talked. “I-” you breathe out to ground yourself, “I should go back” you state. But your comfort persons voice reasons with you with stern words.

“No no no, you’re not. You will be showering, getting into the t-shirt of mine you love so much, and eating some dinner.” Your brain slowly turns off as he lists what he needs from you. He places you onto the soft couch, and heads to the kitchen to get you some water in your favourite jar shaped glass.

You drink the liquid in seconds, your throat getting soothed. You place the textured glass onto the coffee table. Tommy helps you stand, leading you to the stairs to the upper floor. “I’ll be down here if you need me, it’s take-out night… Thai food?”

A faint chuckle seeps out your lips, “yes please”.

You allow yourself to take your time, to enjoy the warmth of the hot water. Every now and then, a few tears seeped through your tear ducts and blended with the hot water. Your mind so overstimulated, your emotions bottle cap has popped completely off.

After getting the last of your honey-cinnamon conditioner out of your hair, you dried off your body and wrapped your hair into your towel. slipping into your own flowy yellow pajama bottoms, and Tom's Batman t-shirt. it is the perfect level of baggy, with a small hole i the armpit from being loved so much.

You head down the stairs, hearing the front door open.

"Hi... yes... with extra chicken?... great, here... Thanks, good night!" Iceman's voice flowed. he walks into the kitchen where he has already set out the necessary bowels and forks. you hug him from behind as he dishes his and your food. "Baby girl, go get comfy in your spot on the couch please" he shuffles to hug you on his side and places a quick kiss on your lips. You nod and head to the living room.

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You finish your food with your preferred soda, and cuddle up into Tom. He helps you brush your tangled hair and has your favourite movie playing.

"No matter what, you can always lean on me and I'll help you through these tougher days. ok?" he reassures you, placing your almost dry hair behind your ears. You respond with a hum, eye's feeling heavy.

"I love you Tommy" you smile up at him with slightly glossy eyes.

"I love you... always Sweetheart" he peppers your face in kisses, causing small giggles to vibrate out of your chest.

if you could pause this moment to soak it in, you would. Because, you couldn't be more grateful for the man who chose you to spend the rest of his life with.

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FINITO!!

I hope you liked it! please feel free to give feedback!

*Clears throat thoroughly* DRINK WATER, EAT SOMETHING YOU LOVE AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!

Luv L <3

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NATM!Napoleon Bonaparte x Fem!Soldier-In-disguise Reader (Part 2)

Music Recommendations | Part 1

ME? Doing a part 2? Who would've thought!

Summary: A continuation from the request from Part One: Hi! Can I request Napoleon Bonaparte falling in love with a fem! reader who dressed like a man to join the French Army? The reader is a very strong and smart soldier. She even saved Napoleon's life in one of the attacks. The reader is guilty when she is around Napoleon because she knows what she is doing wrong, and if the French emperor caught her, he might execute her for this. But her love for Napoleon and passion about being a fighter kept her going. One day when Napoleon confessed his love to her, the reader had no choice but to confess to him that she's a woman. She expected something harsh to happen to her, but it never came.

Warnings: my end goal was to show the difference between Renee and (Y/N) and how someone can fully mask their personality for survival. sword fighting mentioned, fluff, domestic-ness, time progression, cute romantic moments, family moments, as much Napoleon accuracy i could come up with and blend into my own work, slow burn-ish.

You awake in plush, soft covers. Hair relaxed across the vast pillow under your head, with your cheek pressed into the silk covering. you raised your head, the warm sunlight from the furthest window catching your partially sleepy attention. "Probably 7 o'clock", you mumble to yourself, not thinking to check the lavish gold clock next to you on the bedside table. Still lying on your stomach you smush your face into the pillow and sigh.

You were still a little overwhelmed from the whole event that occurred the night before, left over anxiety still lingering in your mind at no-longer being in hiding. You slowly but surely, got out of bed, slipping on the emerald green robe after stretching out your limbs. The smooth material of both the nightgown, and the robe help you fully register where you are.

You take in the area of the room, the beautiful furniture and rich curtains. Your eyes finally land on the clock on the bedside table, and you blink a few times seeing a 9 instead of a 7. Disbelief sketching your facial expression.

Walking up to the half open curtain, you slip through and open the balcony door. Letting the breeze into the room, and just as you were about to step out the large oak door opens. A young ladies maid walks into the room holding a pile of clothes, she places them down onto the chair by the mirror. Her hair is a soft ginger, with blue eyes. No taller than 5"2.

“Hello” you softly announce yourself. The young girl jumps, clutching her heart. You immediately feel guilty. “oh mon Dieu, I’m so sorry” you gently approach her. She takes a deep breath before bowing her head.

“It’s ok ma dame, I assumed you were in the bathroom” she hastily replied. Her eyes hesitate for a beat, before making eye contact. Your calm and gentle smile helps ease her fears, as her mind floods with thoughts of punishment from her superiors. You could easily observe her. she would be no older than 15, new to her position, fearful of making a mistake or being out of line and shy as ever.

You keep your calm energy, as you speak. “May I know your name?” You place a hand on your hip, leaning into it. She stammers for a moment before voicing her name, “Claire Petit, ma dame…” she starts steadying her breaths. “And I’m here to dress you, and bring you to breakfast with his imperial majesty.” Claire gestured to the folded fabric with one hand, and rolled the fabric of her dress with the other.

"Well Claire, let's not keep him waiting... and please call me (Y/N) when it's just us" you squeeze her shoulder in reassurance. She smiled and nodded.

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You walk down the halls with Claire by your side, your baby blue dress fitted comfortably on your curves and muscles. You keep a light conversation to get to know her more, and for her to know more about you! she complimented you on your achievement with the emperor. you thanked her as she stopped at the doors to what you could only assume was the banquet hall.

She spoke to one of the guards outside the door, and he opens the glossy door. Claire bows her head down, and guides you into the room. You pause when she does, right next to her. "votre majesté impériale, I present dame (Y/N) (L/N)" the ginger haired girl curtseyed. As she turns to leave, you grab her hand.

"I hope to see you again, Miss Petit", she bows her head in respect but the gleeful smile on her face was hard to hide. she almost forgot she was 5 people away from her emperor. "Like-wise, ma dame"

After she leaves your view you turn towards Napoleon, who's face is beaming with pride and a subtle certainty. you curtsey and wait for him to approach you. He walks over to you, with power and adoration all mixed into one motion. he extends his hand, to which you place your slightly calloused hand into his surprisingly warm palm. "Bonjour ma chérie, how did you sleep?" he brings you close, not wanting to admit that not sharing a bed made him grow agitated from the distance... of being in the room right next door.

"magnifiquement mon emp- Napoleon. The bed was like sleeping within angle feathers. Very much an improvement from sleeping in the midst of battle." You let out a soft giggle. Napoleon joined in your giggles, happy to see that you find comfort in his palace. He brings you to the chair next to his, and pulling it out for you.

Amongst the silence and chews shared between the 2 of you, you ask him many questions about himself and the palace. He soon takes over, boasting about the night before, and being a little cheeky.

"you know... You fooled an entire army, an entire army." he places a grape into his mouth, and leans more toward your seated figure. swallowing the juicy fruit and taking in your features. "You even fooled me... but not for long of course." he smirks.

You lean back completely into the cushioning of the piece of furniture, looking back at your plate. Your face held a mix of humor and a little worry. "I'm glad I could possess such a skill, but i must admit I am worried what the court, and the army will be thinking."

You take a moment to form your next sentence in your mind before vocalizing. "I did deceive the army, my fate is uncertain."

The emperor's face set into seriousness and care. it hurt his heart to know the object of his affections and desires is in such worry. He knew that this would come up sooner or later, so he had made sure to think several steps ahead. Napoleon had already started planning for his beloved's future. The man had fixated on it for nights upon nights, borderline obsessed over it.

"Tu ne dois pas t'inquiéter, mon amour" Napoleon grabs your hand firm, but delicate. You move your gaze to his handsome face, his eyes full of certainty. "You are under my protection, no harm shall grace you... for you are mine to keep safe."

Your shoulders slack as you take in his assuring words.

"Merci, mon empereur"

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Napoleon had to go tend to some important duties for a couple of hours. so he asked what you would like to do in the mean time, and was quite impressed when you asked to do some physical training. Which has been your usual morning routine a long time now. Before heading to his duties he helped organize some training attire and a sparing partner.

A guard helped bring you to the training room in the vast palace. After thanking him, you head into the room and see the assigned partner choosing a sord from the wrack. You announce your presence, and start stretching. "So, you're the famous Rene Dubois" he asked rhetorically as you walk over a pick your own sord. "Oui", you confirm.

He lets out a 'huh', as he set up to start sparing. You follow suit, and within a blink on an eye- metal scrapes against metal, boots scuffing against the floor and natural grunts flow out. Your short hair flying in the air, your rank showing through your movements.

after an hour and a half passed, you had done sword fighting, and hand to hand combat. You won some rounds and others you lost because the man learnt your fighting style. He left you alone after you won yet another round. you eye some training equipment and go straight into your usual routine. climbing ropes, punching sand bags followed by laps around the room.

"That was fantastic" you voice, panting heavily.

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With the help of Claire, you bathed and got back into the baby blue dress. hair styled and organizing you some tea in one of the many drawing rooms. You offered Claire to sit and share tea together, but she politely declined. "May I please get some stationary? I'd like to write a letter to my family" You ask as you sip from your cup.

"Of course ma dame!" she smiled, heading to the door. You were about to correct her, when the emperor walks into the room. She curtseyed with haste and continued to follow your request. You got up and curtseyed yourself, maintaining respect. The reassuring smile from before still graces his facial features. He sits down next to you, and conversation flows.

While you were exercising, Napoleon worked on some civil affairs. he brings up what his people need, and ways he intends to help them. what he doesn't tell you, is that he had a conversation with one of his advisors to set up your legal protection. He craves to have you be both his wife, as well as empress. The desire became more and more intense as he waited for last night’s ceremony.

As sure… and obsessed he was, he was still respectful. For both his character and reputation were always at the forefront of his mind. Napoleon wouldn’t rush you into that huge of a step. He still has so much to learn about you, and he wants you to get to know him as well.

“Napoleon, I hope your commitments went well” as you wait for him to respond, you pick up the tea pot and pour him a cup of the golden liquid.

“It was most magnifique! I had to establish a few new laws and regulations for the citizens of France.” He finished making his tea to his liking, motioning for you to sit down. Staying close, but not suffocating. “What did you accomplish in the gymnasium?” He took a sip. The emperor’s eyes and ears drinking you in also. His mind reeling a little at seeing you in such beautiful fabric.

“The normal pre campaign regiment. My sparing partner was the perfect challenge. The room and equipment itself was the most impressive… compared to what soldier’s use”

“I am pleased mon amour.”

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Claire delivered the stationary to the drawing room, and you politely thanked her. You moved to a desk resting against the window, still in Napoleon’s view.

“Whom are you writing to, belle?” he asked as he snacked on a biscuit. the compliment making your cheeks bloom red, which you try to hide with your hair but Napoleon still had a clear view. The contrast compared to when he showered you in compliments last night amused him. Last night, you smiled and even let out soft laughter. whereas now, you were almost shy. It left his curious mind wandering.

"I'm writing a letter to my family, to explain what has occurred in the last couple of days. I don't want them to find out through rumors or worse." You explain, quill gliding across the page. Napoleon continued to observe you, a comfortable silence washing over the 2 of you. The way you sit, the way the sun draped over you and the desk... the way you would stare out the window in thought of your next sentence.

Napoleon rises from his spot, and heads to where you are. You don't notice his presence right away, too engrossed in your writing. His blue eyes drift over the page, your cursive perfect on the lineless page. "Be sure to write about me, with the most enthusiasm"

You let out a soft and humorous 'Hmm'. Your quill pausing as you turn your head, "of course your imperial majesty" as your head tilts, the sun highlights your (e/c) eyes. The subtle sparkle has Napoleon mesmerised, he desires to commission a portrait of you for every corner of all his properties. You shake your head a little and go back to the letter.

The quills glides are halted as you sign your nickname so they know it’s genuine. You sigh softly, placing the crisp paper into an envelope. You apply the now melted wax and stamp it, making sure it’s extra secure. You look at the print it’s left behind, almost caught off guard that it wasn’t the (l/n) family crest. “I should call upon Claire to send it to be delivered” you declare, and attempt to curtsey to leave. The Emperor takes the letter from your hand, and places it onto the desk. His hand lightly brushed against your cheek as he spoke, his voice soft and caring.

“I’d like to write them a letter myself, inviting them here to share a meal with you and I mon amour” you nodded, briefly glancing at a nearby book shelf. Looking back at Napoleon’s face, taking in his features you asked. “May I choose a book to read?”

“Bien sûr, ma chérie”

You head over to the vast shelf, fingers gliding over the spines. The shelf is manly filled with war tactics and politics, but you find a book on ancient Egypt that piqued your interest. Sliding it out with care, you sit back down on the plush couch and start reading. The both of you stealing glances at one another unknowingly, your minds in different places. Yours playing over the last few months, and how this feels like a fever dream. You hope he doesn’t get bored of you, and sends you to the gallows. Whereas the emperor’s mind is filled with yearning, adoration and affection. He wants to hold you close, shield you from everyone and shower you with promises of love. But he also wants to show you off to all of France with matching crowns and establish your role in the empire he has built. Last night’s celebration was just a taste of his pride over you.

Napoleon also finds it fascinating that your personality as René, is vastly different to your personality as (y/n). René is confident, assertive and has grit. (Y/n), on the otjer hand is more calm and soft spoken. He wonders if traits from René will return as you get more accustomed and comfortable around him.

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Weeks had passed by, and you have nearly memorised the whole palace. You have gotten closer to Claire and some of the other staff. The staff were hesitant to talk to you in fear of the emperor, but after many attempts on your part they came around. You had returned to your home for a day or 2, just to sort things out and the owner nearly fainted at seeing the rumours were true. You had a brief conversation and went to your dorm to pack priority and necessary items. You had agreed to stay in the palace until your family returned home. They were to arrive at the end of the week.

Their letter, or should I say letters came and the envelope was thick as one of the palace doors. Each family member expressed their shock, and couldn’t believe the emperor had sent them a letter personally. Your parents were reeling, they were in disbelief and proud all at once. They asked a million questions and wished they could teleport so they could see everything with their own eyes. Your younger brother asked if he should get a new sword so to impress the emperor when he arrived, you couldn’t help but laugh.

Your sister had given birth to a surprising set of twins, blessed to have survived the challenging birth a second time and be given 2 healthy baby boys. So her and your brother-in-law wouldn’t be able to come with your parents and brother. She teased you about how she could have an empress for a sister, and have royal nieces and nephews. You blushed hard and placed a hand over your mouth in shock. You made sure to hide her page in the bedside table drawer, under the book you were currently reading from the palaces library.

As the second week came to an end, you and Napoleon had gotten closer and each morning he hand delivered a letter to you at your bedroom door. Each one filled with his love and devotion to you. Followed by recounting of the celebration, and how breathtaking you looked in your dress. He desperately wanted to see you look that elegantly dominant once again, so he ordered more of the fine red and white fabric to make you a dress for when your family comes to visit. Stating “they will see their daughter as the hero she is, and bask in her beauty and glory.” So now there is an almost complete dress standing in the corner of your dressing area.

You and the emperor have found strolling in the gardens to be a great way to spend time together. A bench in the far left corner, surrounded by roses and fresh smelling bushes became a sacred space. On one of many occasions while on the bench, You explained the story of René Dubois while fiddling with a rose Napoleon picked and presented to you… which turned into a dozen of vases in your bedroom. You will admit his affection can be overwhelming, and he can be a little impatient when the letters are not replied to by nightfall. His slight sulky face has you hiding your giggle, almost commenting on how one of the most feared rulers across the globe turns into a child denied a toy when he is in love.

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Pages spread across Napoleon’s desk as he explained war tactics and information about his current enemy. You read pages, and voiced your thoughts and opinions, you didn’t want to waste your military experience and knowledge so you asked to sit in some of his personal work time. He agreed with huge enthusiasm, and was ready to get on one knee to ask you to marry him the minute your intelligence was displayed.

Napoleon knows you will make a magnificent empress and will have both the brain and strength to rule. He brought in other members of high rank, who you are either familiar or close with to hold meetings. They were so shocked to see how much Napoleon let you speak. René slipped through the almost closed door, and held an essence of power. Your posture and your tone screamed ‘don’t fuck with me’, and Napoleon couldn’t stop the smirk that rested on his face.

You finished another meeting, and Napoleon showered you with compliments. “You take my breath away every time mon amour"

Napoleon was about to initiate a kiss on the cheek, when a guard came into the room. The brunette nearly threw something at the poor guard trying to do his job. "Oui?" he breathed out frustratedly.

"The (L/N) family have arrived your imperial majesty and My Lady"

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With little room for Napoleon to show any form of thanks to the guard, you bolted out of the room and down the polished steps to the grand entrance. What you didn't hear, was Napoleon's laugh as he walked to the grand stairs after you followed by him calling out.

"You could out run my entire cavalry at this pace mon Ange! I hope one day you'll be this excited to see me!". As he descends the stairs he thinks to himself, the the strong solider he now knows is actually an unassuming woman, who turns into a child when she is close to family.

You pause at the vast piece of wood, taking a deep breath and smoothing your dress in anticipation. You turned towards Napoleon eyes begging for him to allow the doors to be opened, he smiled warmly at you before nodding to the doormen. As the doors open your eye search for your families carriage. Your body reacts first, as soon as the warm creamy birch wood carriage.

The foot man can barely do his job as your hand reaches for the pristine door. "Bonjour ma famille!", you beam. You help them out and embrace them each. Once everyone is out you turn to ask them about the journey, when someone tickles your sides. You turn, shocked and almost choosing fight mode to see your sister and brother-in-law behind her. You jump up and down happy by the surprise.

You grip her shoulders, "How are you both here?! Your letter stated-"

You were interrupted by a proud voice. "-I promised them a very good nanny, to make sure all of your family are present mon amour". What he didn't mention, is that he wants to see you interact with your niece and nephews.

Your family turn and let out small gasps, immediately bowing and curtseying. Your Father extends his hand out, thanking the emperor for the invitation. They get into a light conversation, and you turn to the carriage seeing your older niece and nephew cuddled up sleeping in the furthest corner.

"mes petits bourdons, réveillez-vous, réveillez-vous" you shake both of their legs. The 3 year old boy shoves his 4 year old sister off of him, half asleep. he looks around, rubbing his eye before seeing your smiling face and screaming "Tante (Y/N)!" which alerts the young girl rubbing her eyes and they both scramble out of the cozy box to hug you tight. they get scolded by your brother-in-law for possibly waking their baby brothers, and apologise in hushed tones.

You giggle and place them on the ground. You guide them to face Napoleon, and get on their level. “enfants, this is my very good friend- and the emperor of France, Napoleon” you say for Napoleon to hear, then whisper into each child’s ear. “Bow and curtsey, don’t be shy.”

They shyly follow your instruction. Napoleon feels like his heart is going to explode, he only wanted a humble 3 children with you… now that number has tripled. He crouches down taking 2 little bags out of his breast pocket. "magnifique manners! here are some sweets, I hope they're to your taste"

The 2 children start jumping with joy as "thank you"s flow out of their tiny mouths.

Napoleon also made the effort to give your bother his own bag, which makes your smile deepen more.

-

The sun had set a long time ago, everyone has settled into the palace well and your family become more comfortable to drop formalities and be themselves around the emperor.

A delicious spread was served for dinner, each element showing how expensive they are. Your young niece and nephews have had their meals and been tucked into their beds early as their tiredness from travel was hard to ignore.

conversation flowed throughout the banquet room, and wine is poured. Napoleon made sure that you were seated next to him, as the thought of you being far down the table had his hand twitching by his side. the 2 of you steal glances as you explain what you got up to during the week before there arrival. As you spoke, you miss the looks between your Mother and Sister. They both can see the love and adoration you both share, and how the time you both have spent together has created a strong connection.

After a while the meal ends and everyone ends up in a comfortable drawing room. soft lighting and chatter fills the room as everyone winds down from the wine consumed.

Napoleon soon puts a hand on your father's upper back and offers a moment to discuss "business". Your father agrees and Napoleon announces their temporary absence. You rise and approach the 2 men, "Would you like for me to join you Mon Emperor?" you instinctually ask, having being used to join in on serious topics of business.

"not this time (Y/N), enjoy yourself" he smiles and gestures to the spot you were once sitting in on the couch. You go to protest, but then nod and rejoin the conversation with your family.

the 2 men head outside the balcony door, shutting it behind as the walk onto the exquisite marble ground. Naturally, a topic of business is discussed as well as other typical words between men. But then, Napoleon switches the subject.

"You have raised a very bold and courageous daughter, undeniably beautiful too. she got away with deceiving a whole army... including myself." The emperor places a hand on the railing, staring off into the night. Your father's mind processes what napoleon has said and seeks out reassurance. "You aren't at all angry?"

Napoleon chuckles, "no, her beauty and brain have diminished any chances for that. I'm stating the obvious truth." Your father's shoulders relax once more, and lets ok a quick but thankful "I see"

Napoleon's eyes set on your fathers, and he wastes no time to voice his reason for wanting to speak to him privately. "Many people know I'm not one for small talk, so I'm going to I'm just going to be blunt. I intend to ask your daughter for her hand in marriage, and crown her Empress of France."

Even though your father had his suspicions, Napoleon's words confirming it still felt surreal. "That is fantastique... of course you won't need my permission, but I am honored for this conversation your imperial majesty." Your father extends his hand and Napoleon gladly wraps his hand around it and give your father's a firm shake.

While the interaction played out you look on through the glass window, and you know for certain...

Your life was about to change forever.

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Complete! Not gong to lie, i have been working on this for a long while! Life has been busy and a lot of new stuff has happened in my life, but I AM BACK!

Have a good weekend! Drink water, go for a nice walk in the fresh air and love yourself!

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Your post about Napoleon is so good! I really enjoyed reading it.

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Napoleon x Fem!Soldier-In-Disguise Reader

AHHH! Thank you anon!

As a history nerd, the amount of research I’ve done on Napoleon and the era itself is AMAZING! Definitely a new fave history topic!

I don’t usually do this, but I want to share the specific songs I listened to while writing this fanfic!

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By GIMS: Est-ce Que Tu M'aimes?

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By Indila:

Love Story - Orchestra Version

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Tourner Dans Le Vide

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Dernière danse

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By Bazzi: Beautiful

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By Ava Max: Kings & Queens

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By David Guetta Ft. USHER: Without You

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By Dominic Cooper and Amanda Seyfried: Lay All Your Love On Me

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By Eden Project: Crazy In Love

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By Maroon 5: Lips On You

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I could very well see NATM!Napoleon being in my go to characters to write for! So if you have any other suggestions/prompts, please send them through!

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If requests are open I’d love to request some jealous/protective headcanons for armitage hux x reader! Maybe she has an ex or something he didn’t know about <3 thank you so much in advance !!

Jealousy looks good on you - Armitage Hux x Female Reader

Heya! thank you for the request! I am tired of hiding it, this man is HOT! like is he an asshole? Yes. Is he the reason many planets and systems were blown up? Yes. But it would be "yes sir" "yes General" "Anything you need" if he even looked my way? HELL YEAH! 😂

I love a good story of a fictional character I love being jealous so i am excited to write this! Tried making it Headcanons, but it flows better as a one-shot.

WARNINGS: Set between TFA and TLJ, so before we knew he was a double agent! age gap (Hux: 34, Reader: 23), slight height difference, mentions of blood, sprinkle of angst, fluff, jealousy, slightly possessive behaviour (if you put your nose on the screen, and squint), slightly forbidden relationship, mentions of snoke (ew), mutual teasing, mild spice.

Freezing cold wind fanned Armitage's face as he received an update from a Storm Trooper, his cheeks are noticeably red. Armitage was always focused on his job, it was a trait he took pride in, which fueled his ego a little. He accepted the update, proceeding to give out new orders before dismissing the Trooper.

Kylo's lightsaber can be heard in the distance, followed by his focused grunts and colorful language. The smell of smoke, blood and jet fuel unnoticed on his trained nose as he waits for the last of the mission to be completed. Armitage's hands flex by his sides, growing slightly impatient, as all he wanted to do was give a full report to Snoke and head to his quarters.

It would be easier to manage, if he didn't have you waiting for his return in his quarters. You came into his life, when he was on your home planet with a similar mission as he was currently on seven months ago.

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You caught his eye as you were hiding, clutching a blaster to your chest. The funny thing about you in that moment, was the fearlessness and slight annoyance in your expression.

The words "I told the dumbass Prime Minister this would happen, and did he bother to listen? NO!-" you took a deep breath and continued "I swear, I will kill him myself if one of these skeleton looking idiots don't succeed!". You weren't aware of the tall, ginger gentleman's figure being close enough to hear every word. He approached with suave caution.

The crunch of gravel under his polished boots made your head snap in his direction, ready to attack. Armitage held his arms up in surrender, offering his hand out. "You know, with that attitude, you would be very successful on our side" he paused, eyeing you up and down. something in his chest warms in a way he was unfamiliar with.

your sand coloured pants torn in some places, brown shirt hanging off your right shoulder and messy hair captivate him. He can see your mind processing his words, your eyes darting between his hand and his light eyes. You take a glance at the scene, nodding as you recall all of the times this planet and its civilians failed you. The anger swells in your blood as you remember every moment your law-based education felt like a waste, and disregarded.

Your hand clasps into his with a satisfying sound. You stare deep into his eyes, eyebrows set deep. "Don't make me regret this" your tone serious, as your piercing eyes don't leave his.

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Over the course of the seven months you were inducted and sworn to the dark side. Your already intermediate level combat skills, enhanced and perfected. The General himself took you under his wing for mentorship. You learnt all there is to know about how things were run and operated. You were placed in a communal dorm for the first four months with mostly male roommates. Which Armitage showed subtle hatred for... but you were unaware.

Once those above you deemed you worthy, and to your delight, you were the best in the group. Your group supervisor stated that you stood out amongst the thirty members in your group, and she wanted to have you for herself before Hux stepped in and claimed you as his responsibility. You had earnt your own quarters, with high level access to the food hall, training facilities, confidential information and specific "Access Only" rooms.

Throughout General Armitage's mentorship, he felt new emotions. ones that had him on edge, followed by a few sleepless nights. You had grown fond of his presence, having him around was comforting and helped you get through your day. He one day came by your quarters, asking you to follow him. Hux took you to his main office and locked the door off to avoid interruptions.

"Lieutenant (Y/L/N), I don't know what it is about you-" He started, running his hand through his perfectly placed hair. A few small strands falling in front of his forehead. "-But you have become a permanent placeholder in my mind. At night, my thoughts are clouded by your hair, your eyes, your hands..." he looked around the room before settling on your face, sighing hard. "and even worse, your lips!".

You stand there for a moment, to take in all of the last twenty or so minutes before stepping forward into his personal space. A smirk slowly stretching onto your face. "Wow, General. Here I thought your mind was only filled with strategy to take down the rebels... not me". Hux's eyes flickers between yours as you close the distance further.

You let out a chuckle as you added on, "you should be careful... others might start to think you have emotions". Armitage's cheeks flush a deep red, highly obvious with his pale complexion. He goes to say something, slightly stuttering, but you speak before he can. "So, what are you waiting for? If you're so focused on my lips, why don't you put yours to good use and kiss me".

The General's mind feels like it's going to short circuit at any moment as your words enter his ears. You place the loose strands of his hair back in place, bringing him back to reality and his soft lips meet yours in smooth haste. You join his rhythm, and the kiss turns into raw passion and commitment.

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Armitage finishes his report with Snoke and heads to his quarters, brushing shoulders with Kylo on the way out.

Making his way up the elevator, down the hall to the right he hears you laugh flow down the hallway. He controls the smile that begs to grow on his face as you come into view, but his joy is short lived as he sees one of the food hall delivery boys' back. The boy is saying something as Hux's boots abuse the ground. he only hears the end of the boys sentence, followed by your laugh before he is next to you and squaring his shoulders.

"Last time I checked, your job doesn't require fraternizing with high ranked superiors. have I been gone so long that, that has been added to your role?" His eyes hold the poor boy's and he tries to get his words out. he is brutally cut off by Armitage's icy tone. "You deliver food, and you go back to your post. You have no right to talk to lieutenant (Y/L/N), no right to be in her presence for longer than asked of you."

You stand there, knowing that right now you don't have the authority to speak without your General's approval. You want to defend the pitiful boy, as you were the one to start the conversation in the first place. But you are also enjoying your tall man's jealous outburst, as you find him most attractive when he is like this. You fight the shit eating grin that wants to appear, as the boy apologizes and heads back to the food hall.

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You sit on your chair in his quarters spacious dining area, food hot and ready to eat. Hux sits opposite you and takes a look at your face properly, your grin now present and very obvious. his anger disappearing as he studies your features and fully calms down as he looks deep into your eyes. A curious and quick "what?" leaves his mouth and he picks up his eating utensil.

"Fuck, you're hot" you pick up your cup of water while shaking your head. He raises an eyebrow while scooping up some soup, he's flattered but his curiosity blooms. "How so Darling?" he places the spoon into his mouth.

"Let's just say... jealousy looks so good on you." you emphasis, leaning on you hand as your elbow rests on the table. Hux's eyes darken a little at your words. "I am not jealous, people in this establishment should know their place and stay in it until those who have the authority, say otherwise" He defends.

you let out a unrestrained laugh, "Oh you so are! the way you talked to that boy made it clear! But again, it was hot, nothing to be ashamed of... my general". The nickname reels him in, as he clears his throat. "Let's finish our dinner, before it gets cold". You giggle as you follow his request, making eye contact with a small smirk every now and then. The action sends warmth across Hux's soft cheeks.

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Day clothes are swapped for soft pajamas, and your brush is unwinding the small knots created through-out the day. You swap from the left to right when Armitage steps into the spacious bathroom. His strong form also donning the fabric of pajamas...a pair of black silk pants, brushing his heels. His upper body completely bare, which fractures your concentration.

The brush suddenly heavy in your hand as his arms wrap around your waist, his eyes meeting yours in the colossal sized mirror. Your breath catches in your throat. he kisses your cheek before speaking.

"My girl likes the look of her man being jealous, hmm?" his thumbs rub against your silk covered sides. It's your turn to be a blushing mess. "Well darling" he let's out a sly chuckle and your knees grow weak. "You're my weakness... mine", the back of the hair brush clanks against the counter.

The General grabs your hand gently but secure, leading you out of the bathroom and toward the back left corner where a lavish king sized bed, covered in soft black sheets and blankets stands.

"I think I should show you just what a jealous man can do"

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DONE!

I hope you like it!

Ok, I'm gong to consume all of the Hux fanfic I can now with a crispy coca cola zero.

Drink water and stay safe!

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Hi! Can I request Napoleon Bonaparte falling in love with a fem! reader who dressed like a man to join the French Army? The reader is a very strong and smart soldier. She even saved Napoleon's life in one of the attacks. The reader is guilty when she is around Napoleon because she knows what she is doing wrong, and if the French emperor caught her, he might execute her for this. But her love for Napoleon and passion about being a fighter kept her going. One day when Napoleon confessed his love to her, the reader had no choice but to confess to him that she's a woman. She expected something harsh to happen to her, but it never came.

NATM!Nepoleon Bonaparte x Fem!Solider-in-disguise!Reader

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Ok ok, this idea is GENIUS! I’m kicking a bruise I got from gym on my leg at not coming up with it sooner! 🤯🤯 His character in the Smithsonian is what makes the movie so great and memorable.

I've done some research and added my own touches, but if anything is (slightly) inaccurate please forgive me! I'm also going for more historically accurate Napoleon. but if you want more of a movie accurate Napoleon, please let me know and I'll do a more comedic piece!

WARNINGS: Mentions of breasts, mentions of violence, displays of anxiety, mentions of blood, mentions of weapons, mild nudity, Joséphine and Marie Louise do not exist in this, mentions of spicy thoughts/language, slow burn as I wanted to be as detailed as possible, conflicted yearning, extremely brief mentions of gambling and misogyny, small amount of jealousy, FLUFF! (Anything else that is missing let me know!)

Kind of long, but can you blame me? The creative juices were F L O W I N G!!

the pre battle routine felt like a dance that is engraved into your muscle memory as you place your belongings into your canvas bag with your name "René Dubois", embroidered on it in black and blue thread. On the top, the necessary items like stationary, parts of your uniform, as well as other clothes and personal care products like rations and first aid. At the bottom, you stored extra soft linen bandages you used to bind your breasts, moisturizer to help sooth the skin when it gets irritated from the bandages, and a pendant your mother gave to you with Saint Jeanne d’Arc engraved on it.

you always made sure that it was sealed tight at the bottom with a draw-string mechanism you crafted to ensure the items would be secure.

You live in a quite chic co-ed dormitory building, as you had managed to get high into the ranks. The place was run by a middle aged rich woman who had a thing for using her money to build, and run multiple housing buildings across France. over time you heard her comments, all with care and worry for your health.

“Regardez René, hein? So thin for un soldat! Mon Dieu, I worry he’ll blow away dans le vent!” she would say to her sister as she watches you come and go.

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Your boots crunch against the gravel as you walk towards the open field where you and fellow soldiers come together before embarking on the journey. The smells of the village grounds you and your hard to escape anxiety. You may have succeeded in getting the rank of Sous-lieutenant, through a very haste decision on the battle ground 2 years ago when you predecessor past away by bullet to the cranium. You were the closest to the situation, you were known by then of being responsible and sensible, so they promoted you and you never got a proper ceremony. Which you thank God for everyday.

Your voice, trained and precise, called out to your Platoon to get their attention. You went over the journey ahead, went through a brief uniform check and got everyone in formation to board the ship which would take you to the battle field.

You lined up with other soldiers with similar or higher ranks and watched your Platoon go up the wooden bridge to the ship. Once everyone was on, one of the higher ranks got them into formation to welcome the Emperor, Napoleon.

As the Emperor's boots clacked against the wood everyone's heads lowered in respect. Your mind brings you back to the first battle you went on, and how you nearly broke cover as you nearly curtseyed. there have been multiple occasions in the past where small feminine habits, just about sold you out. Napoleon's eyes scanned the privates, then the line of leaders. His eyes made your heart race with guilt and worsened your anxiety. Your worry of being caught by another solider didn't compare to that of the Emperor.

The image of him looking you dead in the eye, and announcing your execution had your throat feel tight. But the voice in your head always re-assured you, that this was for France. This was for the Emperor! So you pushed past the nerves and kept your face stern.

--

A couple months later, you were knee deep in battle. 4 members of your Platoon were either injured, or killed. You supported your comrades, all while doing your duty. You had managed to secure an abandoned chapel, along with 2 other Sous-Lieutenants. You used a sharp tone to take the back room with a door, practically hissing that you were in your rank far longer. If anyone argued, you promised they will regret it.

While in the room, you created a smart lock system from both the inside and outside. When you weren't on night duty, you found bliss in taking the tight bandage off. Finally letting your breasts, and back relax while you applied moisturizer to the areas that always ached with slight redness.

You were currently fighting close range with your Sabre briquet. Your body moved swiftly and impressively as you take out enemy soldiers. You moved north as you finished off the last by slashing him in the throat. Blood soaking the white of your uniform, different shades of old and fresh. You start attacking the enemy when in the corner of your eye, you see Napoleon on the sidelines.

He is talking to the higher ranks who get the privilege to be that close to him, when you see one of the enemy soldiers running at full force with his own blade ready to strike. You waste no time and dodge others as you make your way through the battle field to him.

Those around Napoleon notice, warning him of the new threat. But before the Emperor, as well as higher ranks could register the soldier's sword mid air, just inches from your Emperor, you tackle his bulky body to the grim ground. You let out a grunt, as your body collides with his. You struggle a little to hold him down, his blade crashing against yours. you use your leather-bound foot to hold his arm in place, restricting his sword from coming near you as you drive your own into his stomach hard.

You twist the blade before retracting it and slashing his throat. Napoleon watches with intense eyes as he focuses on your body. Your braid had shown the aggression of the battle, loose strands swimming out. Your hat still secure, but just a little crooked which give him access to your (E/C) eyes. They held fierce anger and protectiveness. He noticed how small you were, but it didn't hold his attention for long as he observes how you fight.

Before Napoleon could see your face fully, or say something, you had scanned the area and bolted for the next poor soul who would meet your Musket or Sabre-briquet.

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After 5 and half months of being at battle, France succeeded! Many lives on both sides were lost, but the enemy cowardly called for his sides surrender and Napoleon announced his win to the French fleet while on his horse.

Those who were remaining, cleaned up their camps and made way back to the ship. You had returned back to your now private cabin, may your fellow Sous-Lieutenant rest in peace, after final instructions. You shut the door and lock it... or at least you think you did. You start getting ready for bed, heavy jacket off and boots against the wall. You start unbuttoning your shirt listening to the water hit the side of the ship and brush the rim of your quaint window. The moonlight coming through gives a soft complimentary glow with the candles lit across the room.

You were exhausted, mind fully spent and holding onto the sound of the waters rhythm. You did a small stretch before grabbing the end of the bandage, still fully engrossed by the ocean. You didn't hear the soft yet solid knock of your door. you started unwrapping the buttery soft linen, when the door opens slightly.

On the other side of the polished wood, Napoleon politely peeped through the small gap he made to see if you were asleep. He planned to leave and Thank you in the morning if that was the case, but he stopped in his spot as his eyes made contact with your back. Your hands worked to unwrap the thing that helped keep your secret for so long. He stood there, unknowingly transfixed. The Emperor was in shock, but also interested in seeing the moment play out.

You finished with the bandage, and moved to put the moisturizer on areas that were screaming at you. Dropping the fabric on the bed next you while rubbing the creamy substance in, a quick and irritated "Fuck, I think I did it too tight this time." Napoleon's ears caught the unmasked femineity of your voice and his ears felt alert. He watched on as you took your hair out of the braid it had been in all day. You ran your hands through the strands, and then setting the side pieces behind your ears.

Napoleon's heart started beating as your head turned slightly and he got a small glimpse of your face, which rested differently than it had on the battle field. You were belle, magnifique, Bouleversante in his mind. The candles and moonlight making you look like an angel!

Your body started turning, which lead him to quickly but softly shut the door. You were non-the-wiser. you grabbed your bed clothes and slipped them on, while going to check the door again. You curse as you figure out it was unlocked, "being tired doesn't excuse being unsafe!" the lock clicks as you lecture yourself. You blow the candles out and lay in bed. falling asleep fast with your exhaustion practically suffocating you.

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Napoleon sat in his regal cabin. Pacing back and forth as his brain works overtime processing the scene he just witnessed... heart racing in his ears. He soon commits to sitting in his well cushioned chair, running his hand through his hair. The Emperor should be filled with rage, something like this is extremely against the law, periosteous!

The Emperor should grab some of the soldiers, storm your cabin and expose you! But his mind can't get how jolie you are. Your figure was like it was sculpted by God, it felt sensual to observe. He let out a deep breath as his mind almost tore itself into pieces.

It took Napoleon a little more time to settle and fall asleep, tossing and turning as your face was clouding his mind. The ruler wasn't new to attraction or such intense feelings, but something about the person who saved his life being that captivating had his entire body feeling like it was buzzing.

He wants to run his hands through your hair, thank you in deep reverence. Sleep soon took him as the ship swayed, but his mind was still alive... with the thought of you.

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Upon arrival back onto French soil, You parted ways with the fleet with standard efforts of goodbyes. You've learnt over the years that men are known for very little words unless it was talk about battle, sports, gambling... and women. The anger and disgust took a long time to settle whenever they described their wives or mistresses. Now, it's just back ground noise. You hum and nod when needed. You weren't know to say much, unless shouting at your fleet, so no-one battered an eye.

You headed home, body itching for your true safety blanket. The owner welcomed you with a sigh of relief, passing you a basket with fruits and bread. You kindly thank her and head up to your dorm. The smell of home settled your mind and the vivid memories of battle.

Stripping your uniform off and slipping a periwinkle satin nightgown. It was simple, but it was comfortable and finally allowed you to be a woman. You start to deeply clean your uniform, scrubbing the dirt and blood from everything then hanging it to dry. Boots now clean and repolished, along with your hat.

You take a bath as the sky turned orange and pink. soon settling into bed with a book that had occasionally been in your mind, itching to finish it.

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Back at Château de Fontainebleau, 4 days later. Napoleon was back to being Emperor. Going over taxes and such, but his mind was still swarmed with you, your strength, your beauty, and the fact you successfully kept your identity a secret for 3, nearly 4 years.

He talked to his advisors about your heroic act, and wanted to thank you personally. When one of them came back, the Emperor was informed that you had taken planned leave, hours away. He thought about how you probably were visiting family, where you would hang up the "René Dubois" persona and be the woman you are.

"How long will he be gone?" he pushed further, his advisor responded with a quick look at the papers in his hand, flicking to the right page. "3 weeks, Emperor". Napoleon nodded and started listing his urgent demands.

"I would like to host a party in his honor, a week after his arrival back. I want it grand! He saved my life after all. I don't want a single detail missed!" his pointer finger slammed against the desk at each requirement.

He waved everyone off so he could be alone. He stood and headed one of the many windows. his features highlighted by the warm sun, as he thought about how the night will play out.

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The Emperor was right...

Your lilac dress flowed in the wind as you chased your niece and nephew in the garden of your childhood home. Your older sister sits in the shade sipping tea, rubbing her belly. You can keep up with them with zero worries with your physique. "Oh! Your poor future husband when you settle down and have your own children. He will be the one needing to keep up!" Your brother in law chuckles as he joins his wife. Placing a hand on her stomach.

You laugh as you scoop up your niece and spin around with her. Her gleeful squeals make you smile widen. "Well, I will know how to keep him off me when I've barely made it to 6 weeks! You feral animal!". Your sister giggles, shaky hand almost dropping her tea cup. Everything going over the young children's heads.

You spend all your time with your family, days spent resting, reading and making lasting memories with those you hold dear. Your mother worrying about your career like normal. You, your father, your brother in law, and younger brother spar in the indoor gymnasium. Your father proud of your improvement every time. You help correct your younger brother when needed, as he was only 13.

When it was time to leave, you shed a few tears as you parted. You swapped the dresses to your suit, everything back to normal. You return to your dorm and not even an hour later, you receive a letter from the owner of the dormitory. Shutting the door, you open the letter.

It was from the Emperor himself. "Oh this must be serious" you sigh as you flip the paper by the crease. Reading the letter your heart drops to your stomach. "...I am hosting a party in your honor, for saving my life. This Friday evening, You are required to arrive 30 minutes earlier than as I would like to personally thank you"

You look up, dread filling you as a pitiful "Oh god" slips out of your lips.

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The night came a little too fast, your fellow comrades made prideful remarks towards you all week. Your higher ranks slapped your back and offered nights of expensive alcohol and poker. You politely shut them down, claiming your duty to the Emperor was all the reward you needed. Some groaned, some said that your were boring when you are off the clock, and some defended you.

Napoleon struggled with how much he wished to see your beauty up close. Over the weeks you were gone, and the days leading up to the celebration he had been distracted by the curve of your back and the flow of your slightly messy hair. Those around him felt like they had to tread lightly and refrain from triggering his temper.

He made sure to oversee everything for the party until it was up to his extremely high standard. And, as he got dressed he picked his most expensive and grand suit, with more rich reds and golden accessories. Your heavenly side profile fueling him to look his absolute best, and give you the biggest reward known to the empire!

You on the other hand, looked in the mirror as you secured your dress uniform blazer tightly after tucking the Saint Jeanne d’Arc pendant under your crisp white shirt. You needed her strength if you were going to get through this night without loosing your head. You had prayed to God more times then ever, sometimes leading you to cry hysterically.

Little did you know a certain Emperor was going insane with wanting to see you, to get close enough to see past the masculine façade and see the feminine goddess you were. Little did you know, the leader of your great nation wanted to have the memory of your bare back painted on the biggest wall of his opulent bed chambers. Draped in gold silk, a glittering crown of rubies resting on your head with grace and strength.

You sighed one final time before securing your dress hat, and heading for the palace by a carriage organised by Napoleon himself.

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Napoleon sees the lavish carriage pull to a stop outside the gigantic front doors. You were helped out, welcomed and guided inside. His heart rate picked up and his hands twitched at the progressive closeness. You were lead through the grand ballroom, which was beautifully done up for the party... your party.

The butler opened a door and alerted Napoleon of your arrival, to which he turned extending an expectant hand "His Imperial Majesty shall see you now". You nod and walk into the room. You first notice how well decorated the room is in trinkets and furniture, golds and reds standing out in elegance.

When you make eye contact with the Emperor you approach, heart in your throat as you kneel on one knee in practiced respect. "Your Imperial Majesty" you swallowed thickly, casting your eyes downward. "It is a true honor... to be in your most private presence" you place a fisted hand on your rattling heart, hoping it doesn't show through and make your hand vibrate.

"Soldat, s'il te plaît... rise" Napoleon calmly commanded, he wished to see your face desperately. You hastily rose to 2 feet, and standing firm as muscle memory hugs your body. Your eyes take a momentary pause before settling on his face. Napoleon's breath catches in his throat the instant he sees your full face. The relaxed features manipulated to appear masculine with great precision.

"I am deeply grateful to have such a courageous and skillful soldier like yourself, be the one to save my life" he started, slowly approaching you. "Many would've succumb to the mans violent attacks, and at your size... you managed to not only take him down, restrain him. But finish the job with ease, with zero hesitation to continue fighting on" He was now a step away from you, and you felt the air suffocating you.

You barely managed to respond graciously. "Your Majesty, when I was a young boy" you swallow, "my father taught me that in moments of dire need, act and think later. I use that through all my duties to your great nation" your body still, shoulders back. it wasn't a lie, your father raised all of his children with wisdom that will help them succeed. Napoleon's lips threatened to etch a smile on his face at the mere mention of "boy". He blinked while nodding to cover it up.

"Well he will also need to be acknowledged, for raising a man that not only aided France in wining yet another battle. But single-handedly saved it's ruler.", You let out a false chuckle at his words, nerves shaking with anxiety. "He like myself, is a quiet and private man."

"I'd imagine” he said while rubbing his jaw in thought, his tone shifts with rich mischief, “your father would be quite shocked to find that his ‘son’ fights like a woman… and far better than most men I command.” You eyes widen slightly, seeing the guillotine blade glisten in your already stressed mind. You feel the waterline of your eyes get heavy.

His eyes catch your as his smirk deepened, almost glittering. “Do not look so startled, mon soldat. The Emperor may be many things… but blind, he is not.” at his words you feel hot tears fight to spill. "How-"

"-But mon soldate, has nothing to fear. She may even give me the honor of seeing her ravissante beauté." You shakily remove your dress hat, placing it on the side table next to your hip. The exact wording he used does nothing to aid your confused mind. Why wasn't he calling for your death? Why wasn't he lashing out in fury? You tried to relax your face, but all it did was manage to allow a weighted tear to fall down your cheek.

The Emperor grabbed a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tear away. "Mon ange, do breathe. You are safe" you let the air leave your nose as your shoulders shake in mild relief. He circled you a little, and stopping behind you. "May I?", you nod once unsure of what was happening. Soon, the ribbon holding your braid is untied and his fingers thread the strands loose. It all clicks when he places the side pieces behind your ears, Napoleon had come to thank you on the ship and saw you changing.

"There she is, the woman who stole my heart", he spoke as he came to face you once more. Your chest rising and falling quicker at his confession. "Sire" you push in disbelief, "stole your heart?" He nodded with a warm smile.

"the moment I saw the side of your breathtaking face, I knew I was doomed. After that night followed by the next month, I blissfully suffered torturous sleepless nights. wishing to see you, wishing to caress your face and tell you to relinquish your spell on my heart" He cupped your cheek, running his thumb over a new tear.

"Mon amour... what is your name?" His eye contact unwavering, mind buzzing at hearing what it may be. "(Y/N), your Majesty" you fought a sob. He watched your lips as the name flooded out. He slightly groaned in satisfaction, testing it out for himself "(Y/N)" it felt sweet on his tongue, it felt like heaven!

"Tonight, everyone in that ballroom will celebrate the woman who saved my life." You went to speak, but he rubbed your cheek again to silence you. "And the woman I love deeply, shall enjoy the night by my side. With a sound mind and calm heart" he lifts you hand with his free one, and planted a grounding kiss on your gloved knuckles.

"Merci, your imperial majesty" you lower your head in his hand.

"Non... Napoleon" your heart swoons a little at the soft smile that rests on his handsome face, a blush slowly creeps onto your cheeks.

"Napoleon"

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The party had begun as of his guests flooded in in elegance and the latest fashions. The champagne had slowly been brought out, music flowing throughout the room. Conversation and laughter could be heard from all corners. Soon the Emperor, standing on the stage like platform where his throne rests... raised his hand to quiet the room, and like magic the rooms noise settled to expectant silence.

"Mesdames et messieurs, I welcome you to tonight's celebration more alive than ever. Not just because our beautiful country has reigned victorious against our enemies... again" laughter softly flowed at Napoleon's light use of humor.

"But for the solider, who saved my very soul! This soldier has fought not for the thrill of glory, but for the honor of serving France herself. This solider has risked all, and because of it, reminded your Emperor to take pride in our great nation!" His voice carried throughout the expanse of the grand ballroom. Napoleon takes a moment to look upon all of his subjects, before continuing.

"So, I ask you all here tonight... to welcome my savior, and tonight's guest of honor. The one who's ribs, hold the bravest heart... That has captured mine!" At his words, peoples confused whispers dusted the room. His subjects asking "Did his imperial majesty just say that he's in love with a soldier? I must be loosing my hearing" along with other variations, before the band starts playing triumphant yet romantic music.

The Emperor turns and holds his hand out, the deep red curtain behind the throne is pulled back by a servant. Gasps are heard almost instantly as you step out, solider uniform replaced with a dress that was half soldier, half sovereign vision and for a breath, even France was rendered speechless.

The dress itself complimented the Emperors luxurious suit. Creamy-gold silk flowing down to the floor, touching your feet, the details of a soldier's dress uniform built the bodice, a deep red sash draped over your chest from your shoulder, then wrapping around the waistline. Given the length your hair is curled yet simple, with a headband of gold leaves resting in the middle of your head. Wrists covered in golden cuffs like your uniform, and your pendant resting on your chest for all to see!

Napoleon's eyes lock onto yours, and yours meet his. He can sense your anxiety and softly nods with reassurance, you fix your posture to that of a brave soldier. Showing the years of service to your country, while risking your life both on and off the battlefield. You step close to Napoleon, and kneel to him in respect. You hold the position for a moment, holding eye contact with his imperial majesty.

You take his hand, and rise back on your feet. His eyes leave yours to face his subjects. “Mesdames et messieurs!", He raises the hand which holds yours. "Behold France! Voici, mon amour le plus profond… le plus véritable!"

The stunned room took a second before applause erupted, with thankful emotion for the soldate who has kept the Emperor breathing. Yet they wouldn't know just the distance and waiting Napoleon had to endure to have you be this close to him, in your rawest, realest form. They wouldn't know the conflict of his heart and mind, until his heart beat was so loud it drowned out all confusion and noise!

--

The night continued, food and drink on rotation, music filling everyone's ears. Couples whisper things only they would know, friends laugh like children, servents moving through the room like it was dance choreography. You and Napoleon conversed with different types of people, and you told your story of disguise and secrecy. You talked with comrades who claimed they were dreaming about the whole thing, they couldn't wrap their heads around it. You laughed, even getting some banter in.

Nobles treated you like you had hung the moon and stars, showing gratitude in multiple ways. Napoleon, made sure to have many moments just the 2 of you. He gave you uninterrupted time to eat and offered to have breaks when he felt you needed them. You would chuckle and say things like "Mon Empereur, ne vous inquiétez pas... I am fine"

During one of many conversations your eyes never left the middle of the ballroom, where couples were dancing gracefully. Your father may have influenced your upbringing more than your mother, but when you were learning how to be a lady in society, you loved learning all the dances. You even called it "Elegant sword fighting", to which your mother giggled at. Napoleon slowly picked up on your absence from the conversation. His eyes followed your glittering eyes, and sees skirts swishing and men's boots scuffing the polished floors.

He was known to rarely dance at such events, he found it unimportant and a waste of time. But he wouldn't take any form of joy away from his woman. So he placed a hand against your upper back, and spoke softly. "If you wish to dance, I will not stop you mon ange" his hand guided you to the direction of the dance floor, "I'll be in eye view if you need me" you bowed your head in thanks, struggling to hide you childish grin!

You stand on the outskirts of the synchronized bodies. In no time, a kind gentleman gave you his hand and you were off in a beautiful motion. His smile was welcoming, he respectfully asked questions about your career and you happily replied. A few other men requested a turn, and you just happy to be dancing, took anyone's hand. Napoleon watched on, smiling and talking about political matters, but he couldn't ignore the growing fire in his stomach... jealousy. You were his woman, the future Empress!

He fought with himself for a while, 3 different men long. He wanted to have you back at his side, but he also didn't want to take away your happiness. His pride and his overbearing love for you nearly gave him a headache. As the 5th man approached his mind snapped, "Au diable la fierté, au diable la dignité! I won't let another man get close" he spoke as he placed his drink down and strides over to you, and those around let him through with ease. He stood just a step away from you, the man pulls back and bows.

You turn and are surprised to see him, as you knew he wasn't much of a dancer. he extends his hand, and you place yours in his curtseying. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles with worship, making deep eye contact. Onlookers are stunned yet again at the public display of affection and seeing his imperial majesty... dancing.

Napoleon lead the 2 of you in grace and poise. But there was no denying the passion and love in the molding of your bodies. A mix of his intense, well established heart and your new found appreciation and growing feelings. You never knew that you would be the one the Emperor would reach for, your parents would have a heart attack just at the idea. Did the thought of being in such a high position scare you a little? Absolutely. But knowing Napoleon loved you irrevocably, settled any unease you had.

Soon the only couple was you both, everyone giving you both the space you rightfully deserved. Napoleon showered you with compliments, confessions, blessings and promises of love, protection and warmth. "I don't know how I will ever thank you in a way that meets your grandeur", He pulls you closer lips just inches from yours. His eyes remained unwavering, as he reassured you for the millionth time.

“Ah, but mon amour, no one has ever come close my grandeur,” he teased slightly, unable to fight the faint smirk itching the corner of his lips before it melted with earnestness. “But your love, your enduring presence… comes very close.” You almost burst into tears again as you let out a giggle.

"Alors reste" he playfully commands. Yet another laugh leaves your pink lips, as you meet his playfulness.

"Si mon empereur insiste"

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OK OK I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! 4 days of non stop typing (can you tell? lmao).

I hope my magnifique anon requester is happy, and if they want to reach out for more requests or give feedback they may! :)

stay safe and drink your water. Or I'll send Napoleon after you!

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Hi! I loved your headcanons about Night at the Museum. I'm a huge fan of those movies and am insanely happy when someone writes on them. I don't know if you accept the request, but could you do headcanons or a full story with Jedediah? I think he needs more love and besides, he's my favorite character in the franchise.

(If it's going to be a full story could you make the reader a figure too, and if headcanons, a romance?)

Romantic headcanons - Jedediah x Fem!Reader

Howdy! Thank you for your request! If you would like to request more I have my Masterlist with my writing boundaries, and links to my fandom-specific Masterlist’s. It will also tell you when I’m taking requests!

WARNINGS: overall fluffy, cannon specific reactions and feelings to the effects of the Tablet of Ahkmenrah.

I couldn't decide between H.Cs or a one-shot, so I present to you "Chunky headcanons"😂

I hope you like them! 🤠🐎⭐️

Reader is a new minifigure exhibit based on the Tudor period. She is dressed in emerald green noble attire, (h/c) hair covered in a matching French hood to symbolize that it's the time where Anne Boleyn was Queen.

The night her exhibit was revealed, the tablet's magic took immediate effect. Jed woke up and started his usual route to his friends when he locks eyes with the new exhibit. "Y'ALL! THERE'S A NEW EXHIBIT!" He announces, knowing that the news will travel across the Museum fast.

He makes way to the already freaked out new comers. The sound of panic gets louder as the distance closes. He climbs up and everyone's eyes turn to him. he starts to explain what's happening, and they are left confused.

About to answer any questions, Jed's eyes land on you. He is instantly rendered speechless, and he feels like his breathing has been snatched from his lungs. You notice and give him a look of confusion. "What was't thou were saying, sir?", which snaps him back to reality. He stutters as he continues. Eyes finding you every so often.

After a few weeks pass by Jed introduced himself, his palms sweaty and throat dryer then a Sothern drought in July. You politely introduced yourself back. You thought he was a bit strange, his accent was foreign and his outfit was bizarre.

Jed found you to be the most beautiful thing his eyes ever graced. your eyes sparkled like diamonds, your skin was soft and clear, your voice was warm and sweet as honey. He found it cute that you struggled to understand him in the beginning, but made the effort to be clear and understandable in your conversations.

As time passed you got closer, you both were just good friends who were both too nervous to admit your feelings.

The moment Jed knew his feeling were true, was when you tripped and your hood fell off. As you stood straight, your hair looked like silk in his eyes. the strands fanned over your shoulder like a waterfall. Jed's ability to speak disappeared, his face burning a shade of red that matched a perfectly ripe red apple.

You laughed as you picked up the hood, rambling "Alas, I’ve two left feet and no sense to guide 'em — thou must think me a fool." you looked up at him, placing the hood back onto your crown.

You noticed his flushed cheeks, and with worry asked, "Thy face is all aflame — say, is it the heat, or have I said too much?". Jed regained consciousness and absentmindedly replied "Heh, well now… if you're a fool, then I reckon you're the prettiest one I ever laid eyes on."

Your eyes widened and you tilted your head down as you felt your own cheeks heat up. But before you could reply, he added "And I ain’t used to folks noticin’… but I s’pose I ain’t used to someone like you, neither."

that interaction altered the rest of your encounters. light compliments were exchanged, along with light touches/caresses. butterflies fluttered in both of your stomachs. The distance between the two of you got smaller, and smaller, until your elbows graced each other.

The need for a chaperone slowly faded, as every day the new minifigures adapted to the present day. so you both got the chance to get as deep into your personal lives, and share memories from your respective time.

Inside jokes, nicknames, and memories were created each and every night. You established a tradition, to watch the first streams of light of the morning sun, shine through sitting upon Larry's palm before saying a quick "See you soon" and being placed in your exhibits.

Mustering up the courage, on a warm summer night in June, nearly a year of knowing each other. You grabbed Jed's hands in yours, and expressed your attraction and love for him.

“From the hour we first did meet, I knew thou wert no passing friend, nor a mere comfort to ease my way in this strange new life. Nay… with each sun that hath risen since thou didst call me the ‘prettiest fool,’ my heart hath fallen deeper into thine. I love thee — wholly, sweetly, and true. Say… wilt thou be mine?”

The relief in Jed's eyes that he could finally express how he felt without the fear of rejection. he placed his hand on your cheek, with the pad of his thumb stroking the skin delicately. he proceeded to reciprocate his feelings.

“Darlin’… from the day you walked into my world with that fire in your eyes and the weight of a new life on your shoulders, I knew you weren’t just passin’ through. When I called you the ‘prettiest fool,’ I meant it — every word — but I had no idea I was speakin’ to the woman who’d go on to take hold of my whole damn heart. You say your heart’s fallen into mine — but the truth is, mine’s been waitin’ for yours since that first look, hopin’ you’d find a home in me. You’re the first soul I search for in this museum of friends when the moon comes up… and I love you more than the stars love the night. So yes, I’ll be yours — yours ‘til the dust takes me, sweetheart.”

you leant closer, tucking a part of his hair behind his ear and gently replied, "Most perfect." he closed the gap as his lips met yours and you shared your first kiss. You were delicate, pouring your love into this kiss with your soul. it almost felt like your lips were drenched in love-filled honey. Jed was passionate, hands being placed at your sides, relaxing into your body.

Jedediah, noticed your pace, and being the gentlemen he is met you in your pace. loosening his already tender hands, calming his mind and truly enjoyed the moment.

From that moment, the two of you were inseparable. always holding hands, in one another's embrace, sitting together, talking, and having fun with the rest of the exhibits.

Of course, you don't agree on everything. Food is your main disagreement. Your food was always prepped, spiced and exotic. Jed's was quick, greasy and simple. you got him to try swan for the first time and let's say it got you a funny result.

“'Tis roast swan in clove and saffron. The cook nearly collapsed preparing it. Try not to offend both bird and chef.” “Back home we just smoke the meat and call it supper. No need for spices I can’t spell. That swan looks more dressed than you do.” “And yet you chew that leathery beef like it’s divine. Your palate’s as rough as your boots. I should pity you—if I weren’t so amused.” “Pity me, darlin’, and I might just fall for you faster. You sit real close for someone insultin’ my dinner. Careful—flattery like that’ll get you kissed.”

Your relationships song is “You Are the Reason” by Calum Scott & Leona Lewis. Which Jed brought you to the computer, to show you and explain how modern technology has gotten. he showed you how people can communicate, play games, complete work, and listen to music.

you love music so you listened to multiple different genres and came across the song. halfway through listening to it, Jedediah asked for your hand and you danced together. Little did you know the other exhibits were looking at the romantic display from afar with admiration, making little comments here and there.

Jed loves how your skirt shimmers and expands as you spin around, so he adds extra spins when he can. You love how easy it is to maintain eye contact with him, how you know he is not judging you, and how the both of you can see into each others souls with raw admiration.

as the years past, you both never doubted your love or trust for each other. night guards came and went, memories that will always be cherished are created each night, and the other exhibits watched on as the love you share manifest into a soulmate connection.

"Ever thine am I, my love — now and forevermore, though time may turn to dust."

"Yes, darlin’. Forever — ‘til the stars fall, and the earth drinks the last breath of every livin’ thing."

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His Biggest Weakness - Baron Helmut Zemo x Female! Reader

SUMMARY: He was very serious on his "NO PETS" rule, but he just couldn't say no to you.

WARNINGS: Super fluffy, established relationship, softZemo!, German pet names, age gap (reader is 26, Helmut is 45), cute af kitten! the characters are technically speaking German, but it's written in English (minus the pet names and some words sprinkled in).

Helmut was currently sitting in the library of the (since the fall of Sokovia) "Zemo manor", located on the outskirts of eastern Germany. The smell of old books, and lavender was a welcoming aroma. He was sitting at a desk close to the huge window, needing new scenery from his at times stuffy office. The view of trees, birds and the warm sun brought peace and serenity to his soul. His fingers, soft and skilled, glided across the keys of his laptop.

As the Baron finished his last email, his stomach told him it was time to get some lunch downstairs. closing his laptop he stood up and headed out the door, turning left down a long hallway. Politely knocking on the door as he entered the room, eyes landing on the beautiful woman sitting sitting in the cozy four poster bed. Warm Coffee in one hand, with her other scrolling her own laptop. a look of adoration rested on her facial features.

"Mein Schatz?" his voice clear and meaningful, glistening (e/c) eyes raised from the screen. "Yes, mein Hübscher?" you replied, Helmut sat next to her on the bed to see what his love was so enamored by. adorable kittens of different breeds covered the screen.

Helmut was super stern with his no pet rule He had stated that as much as he would love to have a cute furry friend following him around, he knew it would be a big responsibility to care for it.

Nevertheless, he knew he was in trouble when you looked at the screen and back to him. "Can we please get a kitten?" your head fell back, nose facing the celling with your free hand four-finger-pointing the screen. "Prinzessin, you know my rule about pets" Helmut kindly reminded you, your shoulders sag at the reminder, but you weren't going to back down. "Helmut..." you dragged.

'Oh no, it's begun!' Helmut thought to himself. "When you go on your business trips, I get so lonely. A kitten-then-cat will help me have company while your gone!" coffee cup placed onto your respective side table, hand gripping his silk sleeve as you brought your body closer to his. Helmut's eyes fought to not look into yours, but he lost.

Your lower lip was jutted in a pout, and your eyes were wide and pleading. 'Scheiße' he was struggling hard. "Schatz, let's go have some lunch ja?" body rising from the plush bed. "THAT WASN'T AN ANSWER!...Hey!" you called out as he vanished from your sight. Shutting and picking up your laptop you followed after him. He was a spec down the hall, heading down the stairs.

entering the grand kitchen, you placed the laptop on the table by the equally as grand window. "Liebe, are you feeling like a panino with a side of grapes, or leftover soup from last night with a toasted cheese sandwich and a side of watermelon?" he asked as you stood next to him by the vast fridge. "The last option, and a proper answer please", you put your hand on your hips. He smiled softly, "alright, I'll let you know by the end of the day ok?" he grabbed your cheeks and gave your lips a tender kiss. "Ok!" you beamed.

"Now, do you want to handle the sandwiches or watermelon?" he laid out the ingredients on the black marble bench.

"hmm? I'll handle the watermelon" you replied as you got the knife and cutting board out. "Wunderbar" Helmut reacted.

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The sun had set, the noise of the day had become quiet as you finished brushing your teeth and removing your sheet facemask. you swapped your loungewear for some loose cotton pajama shorts and one of Helmut's soft long sleeve t-shirts.

you slipped into bed as Helmut placed his book on his side table, opening his arm for you to slide into his side s you do every night. "So, it's the end of the day" you say as you settle into his warmth.

"it is..." his fingers ran through your freshly washed hair. "...and I have come to a conclusion. We can get a Kitten, but the kitten needs to be a short hair. That is my only requirement." your body shook happily as you hugged him tighter. "YES! that is completely ok, I have been looking at this tabby girl look!" you opened your phone and pulled up a screenshot of the kitten. The photo had an email, phone number and information of the cutie. "can you please zoom in on the email? I'll send an email to the place now" the brunettes fingers typed on his phone. While you watched his fingers glide, your whole body was buzzing with excitement.

"I am not going to be able to sleep now, I am elated!" your cheesy smile melted Helmut's heart. He pulled you close, and ran his fingers through your hair with a chuckle.

"you know how to get into my head, and I know how to get into yours. so relax, sleep. I'll see your beautiful eyes tomorrow."

"Oh you're a smooth man, Gute Nacht, meine Liebe"

"Gute Nacht, mein Schatz"

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A few days had passed, and now you were walking into the adoption Centre to collect your kitten. The two of you had been to see her, and you both fell in love instantly. You had bought a carry crate and all the essentials on your way home. You were greeted by the same receptionist, who took you to a room with a German sign which translated to 'Adoption Collection'.

you entered the first door and were welcomed by a gentleman who handled the department. Helmut conversed with the man, and handled the correct paperwork. The receptionist tapped your shoulder politely and asked "this will take a couple of minutes, would you like to help get her in the crate?" You nodded, and informed your boyfriend on your movements. He smiled at your excited face "Ok, have fun!" before continuing the paper work.

The woman opened the door for you, and you made immediate eye-contact with your furry baby. You approached the wall of adopted kittens calmly as to not frighten both yours, and the others. getting out a key, the woman opened the door for your kitten and motioned for you to pick her up. The kitten smelled your fingers, and relaxed at the familiar scent. The kitten emitted gentle meows, as you pet the top of her head. You went to place the tabby into the crate, getting onto your knees and saying words to calm her.

"Have you decided on a name?" The receptionist queried. "Yeah we are calling her Mia, very short and equality sweet" you responded as you fixed the supple pastel yellow blanket around her.

"Oh my god, that's lovely! She definitely is a Mia" Her hands clasped together. "Danke!"

Helmut walked into the room, his eyes warm as he asked "is Mia ready to go?" you hummed a yes and headed out of the room, approaching the main area. The two of you thanked the staff and headed to Helmut's black ML Class Mercedes Benz. Helmut's large hand opened the backseat door, and you placed the crate behind the driver seat. You made sure the seatbelt was secured around the bottom before settling next to her behind the passenger seat, and placing your own belt on.

"You know you'll have a long time to be with her right?" The man humored. You let out a small chuckle and explained "I am providing moral support, as cars can be intimidating for kittens" you put your hands up in defense. The Baron shook his head with an amused smile while gently closing the door.

The drive went smooth, your hand was stroking Mia's fur threw the crates opening on the top and peaceful music emanated from the car's radio. You three got home and started setting the furry ball of cuteness up in her own space in your office, which was attached to your bedroom.

Hours went by as you played with her, she took naps on your laps, and got familiar with where her food, water, and litter box was. You felt bad when you needed to leave the room to eat or drink yourself.

The sun started setting through the window, filling the room with gold, orange and pink tones and Helmut turned to you and said

"You really are my biggest weakness"

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AHH my first Zemo fic!

I am content with this piece, I have always pictured Zemo having a tabby cat so I love this concept!

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Hello, how are you? I loved your headcanons about Night at the Museum, several of them have become canon in my mind as a fan. I don't know if you're taking requests, but could you do headcanons like you did for the other characters, but this time for Amelia Earhart? I feel like she needs more love from the fandom, and besides, she's one of my favorite characters in the franchise.

GENERAL HEADCANONS - AMELIA EARHART

Hey! I am wonderful now that my business diploma has finally ended, so I can get through the small handful of requests i have, and my own personal ideas! How are you you my love? Which headcanons did you like, I would love to know!

If you would like to request more characters, please refer to my NATM MASTERLIST for the characters, and send you requests.

SUMMARY: See request above!

WARNINGS: nothing too different from the first list I did, and again my opinions!😱 I am basing these headcanons on the movie character, not the actual Amelia Earhart as I am not 100% knowledgeable on her history and don't want to offend the dead. I genuinely found this hard even though I've seen the movie 10 billion times!.

Amelia had long hair growing up that people would compliment and gush over. One day she got sick of it, so she grabbed the closest pair of scissors and cut her hair to her collarbone.

When it comes to how she talks, Amelia went to a play with friends as a teenager, and a character spoke in this unique way. She used the voice when making jokes, then it just became her daily voice.

I don't usually like sexuality based headcanons to characters based on history (excluding Jed and Octavius😂), but as a young teen I took one look at her and went "oh that's a badass Bisexual woman".

Amelia knew from a young age that "house wife" wasn't going to happen. She knew she was worth more than that. This doesn't mean that she didn't want to experience love and the warmth of a significant other. so when meeting potential (male) partners, the first thing she would say is "If you're looking for someone to cook and clean for you, then don't waste your time sugar".

In her twenties, she saw a plane fly across the sky, and knew from the sound of the engine, that she was going to become the best pilot the world had ever seen!

Amelia had a short time of being alive from the tablet, meaning she didn't get to see how her life changed the world for women. if given the chance, I feel like she would've had a moment of emotional silence. Feeling proud of herself, proud of all the women who fought to get to this point in history.

Again, she was only alive for a night. but she, and the original exhibits got along within no time, which created the best comradery.

From a basic google search, She loved creating coinvent and stylish fashion, so I just know she altered her coat to have as many pockets as it could fit. You could say it is the retro version of Yelena Bulova from marvel's utility vest!

If she had enough time to see movies, hear music, and taste food from our era she would LOVE movies based on flying (obviously), but I also think she would love comedy.

Amelia can surprisingly handle high levels of spicy foods, with little to no reaction. If she were to try a true traditional Indian curry, she would be asking for 2nds, 3rds, and 4ths!

her music taste would 100% be female empowerment artists, with a hint of metal. basically anything that would be fantastic for a badass battle scene.

She is soooooooooooOOOOooooo stubborn, which we can see in the movie. It is her way or the highway sometimes, which she tries her hardest to not be that way but it's like second nature.

again from light research, she was a nurse at a point in her life. with this, and also how tender she was with Larry and the rest of the exhibits she gets joy from being nurturing to those around her.

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DONE! I am not 100% happy with these, but truly there wasn't much to go off of. I hope you're happy with them MARVELFOREVER352.

Have a good Friday and a relaxing weekend!

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Hello there, I just stumbled onto your page and I was wondering if I could request a Darth Maul x female reader with angst and fluff? Like reader is with the jedi order, but she isn't exactly liked because she has darkness in her but Maul likes her.....or if you have an original plot, go for it, I won't complain.

P.S.-I may come back and request something with Iceman or something from Harry Potter!

Please take me away - Darth Maul x Female!Human!Jedi reader

Hello! Thank you for the request! This idea is perfect for me to write my first Darth Maul Fic! 😫 I’ve always wanted to but never had the courage to do so! Please send any other requests you would like I would love that!

I also loved how you used blue for your writing! It made me read the request in the narrator from the Clone Wars show 😂

I hope you like it!

❤️🖤❤️🖤

SUMMARY: see request above!

WARNINGS: Reader is mistreated, reader is isolated, name calling, general angst, murder, swearing, stalking undertones, reader crying, insomnia, protective Darth Maul, age gap, nicknames, soft Darth maul, general fluff, running away, Jedi becomes Sith, Kyber crystal bleeding ritual. (TW) Unedited!

The sun was covered by clouds, seeping through the main Padawan training room. A lightsaber defense class was currently in session, with a head count of 12 15-16 year old Padawans. Along with a Master Jedi knight, who was teaching them a new range of skills and techniques.

There was a pair, consisting of a 15 year old boy and an equal aged girl. Her name was (y/n). She was known to be “slightly ahead” for her age. She found it easy to learn new skills. Almost like it was already written in her code.

The lesson started with meditation, to get everyone into the right head space. Moving onto an extensive warm up of the body, to ensure a full range of motion. Then the training began!

Each pair went one at a time, so their Master could watch them clearly without distractions. The majority of the pairs had their turn before (y/n) and her partner got to have theirs.

They got into position, ready to spar. The pair waited in idle anticipation for their Master to give the sign to start. Once hearing a “GO!” Blue crashed against green. The light crackles of contact, the hum of movement, and the children’s focused grunts were the only thing to be heard. The boy pushed (y/n) against the wall with the force, causing her to get frustrated as she knew she was years ahead of him. The sparing match went on, it looked like watching a dance routine.

The final straw for the young woman was the boys foot making contact with her chest, and shoving her to the ground. With a loud scream she used the force to pull herself up and started violently thrashing her saber against his, leaving him little to no time to strategies. She let out grunts and screams. “I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU”, the words flew from her mouth and echoed in the large room.

The boy had slipped and fell hard on the ground. He was frightened to say the least, his saber was the only thing protecting him from being sliced apart. He called out to their master “HELP ME! SHE IS GOING TO KILL ME!”. With that their Master used the force to retract the girls lightsaber, which lead her to look at him with furious eyes. Before she could make another sound, she was put to sleep.

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Since that day you never got along with anyone. Some people were wary of you and always tried to avoid you, while others were cruel to you. But one thing both groups had in common, was calling you horrible names. You were bounced around to different Masters, some just gave orders and ignored, some would insult you and make your life a living hell. You suffered in more ways than one. You were always stressed, never sleeping well, constantly being tired leading to you being an anxious woman. The topic of being kicked out was a reoccurring conversation, which lead to anxiety attacks. You could never catch a break mentally.

Walking through the halls of the order felt like being an easy target. You constantly heard whispers and people would shout at you. “Freak”, “Sith spy”, “future murderer”, “red eyes”, “piece of shit”, “waste of space”, “I bet your parents were bad people, and wanted nothing to do with a child like you!” And so much more.

Their were many missions were you would be called a few names, and insults. But one mission stuck out from the rest. You were told to stay back after the night watch debrief, which you knew wasn’t to praise you on your efforts.

You were 18 at the time, and 2 years from knighthood. The leading Jedi knight who gave the debrief, got right up into your face and verbal attacked you. The sun was setting behind him, making the hood he was wearing cast a shadow over his eyes. He was intimidating both in general and in this moment.

“(Y/n), you worthless waste of resources. If you make even one mistake or fault…I will get you kicked out. Am I fucking understood?” He gritted out with his teeth. You nodded with a “yes Master”, he shoved your shoulder and walked off. Your whole body shrunk into itself as you whispered “don’t cry” repeatedly.

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As you were gathering yourself, a certain Dathomirian Zabrak was watching on. He was there to seek out information on the Jedi. Amber eyes were fixated upon their first glance at you, and his body froze. Seeing your Master lash out at you stopped him in his tracks. He heard what he needed to, ready to move on when he heard your name being called. The sound alone stopped him. When the senior Jedi threatened you, his body tensed. He didn’t know why, but it was like a hidden instinct had kicked in.

He saw you take a deep breath, ground yourself and walk off to your night watch route. You walked around the south west side of the building, starting to scope out the terrain. His body followed yours like a curious cat, walking slowly and steadily. His eyes scan over your body, learning every inch, while his fingers itched for the blood of the master who treated you like shit.

His mind was all over the place, and he struggled to make sense of it. Why was he following this young woman, while he was trying to get a job done. You felt his strong force signature, and ignited your blue saber. Your eyes darting in different directions, the man skilled in force distribution. Your body was on fire with a concoction of anticipation and adrenaline, using all the energy you could on finding the being who was a potential threat to the order.

After 10 minutes the signature was gone, and so was your energy. You walked back to your wall position and slouched against it, fingers rubbing your eyes as a new ache came from your temples. “Fucking hell, they’re now messing with my night duties. How low can they get?”

The black and red patterned man left on his ship with new information and some…conflicting emotions.

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A year and 10 months passed and your life was bizarre to say the least. The mistreatment, name calling and isolation was still the same to your disappointment. But your sleep quality was heavily improved, your body felt better rested, and your anxiety has gone down significantly. The only side effect was weird dreams.

Across the span of this time the man had gone through a handful of months of trying to shove you from his mind, you were like a plague. He also thought of the most brutal of deaths for the master who insulted you. He got so annoyed with his mind he requested to be in a new area of the galaxy to not be able to even feel your presence…it didn’t help a single bit.

5-6 months into the year he had started accepting the emotions, and decided to watch over you. He wasn’t happy about the Jedi order’s behavior towards you. He was ready to kill every person who looked disgusted or said anything about you. He watched over you as you cussed, and cried for an ounce of a nice nights sleep, so he used his powers to lull your mind into restful, sweet, blissful sleep. The next morning your body felt like it was on a fluffy cloud. Your eyes welled up with tears of relief, and joy as you had enough energy to put in a little more effort in your appearance. Hair tied up in a proper style instead of a messy ponytail, uniform clean, and a smile rested on your slightly red, bitten lips.

The joy was only short as you were sent on a 2 month mission a few weeks later, and your sleep got worse again. This caused the multiple horned man couldn’t find you. But don’t worry he is a very determined person, and found you within a week.

At that point, your anxiety and stress had sky rocketed. Your usual bullying had gotten worse, because you didn’t make it to base camp at the allocated time. Leading to your masters to yell at you, give you inventory to sort, and you couldn’t rest until it was complete. Half way through you felt the familiar force signature from the first night. A smooth, yet gravelly voice made you jump while instinctually igniting your lightsaber.

“You shouldn’t have to endure the torment they put upon your heart and mind” the voice spoke, while coming out of the shadows. Confusion etched its way onto your face. You could tell the hooded man was no good, a Sith Lord most likely but you didn’t try to alert any one of his intrusion. His words seeped into your mind like sand between one’s toes. Repeating over and over.

“What is your business here?!” You got into your fighting stance, trying not to question his words and protect your camp. If you save them from this guy you could finally be liked! He rolled his eyes, using his ability with the force to seep into your thoughts. “You know they’ll find something wrong, even if you succeed in taking me out Darling”

Your figure slightly slumped over as his eyes held the truth. His hand reached and snatched your Saber from your hand, retracting the beam and placing it on your belt. Your confusion amplified at his actions. “What? W-why are you even telling me this?”

“Because Darling” he walked up to you, stopping just a foot from your body. You could see the details of his face, the red more clear in contrast to the black. “You know I’m right”. Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach, you did, you knew he was right.

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From that day he showed up randomly, sometimes when you expected it, and sometimes you had to aggressively push him behind a wall and whisper “are you nuts?!”. He would smirk and shrug, walking off. You’d roll your pretty eyes and follow.

You stayed in the order, but found your comfort and peace in the man who went by “Maul”. It took a while for you to believe he wasn’t lying about a few things about himself, but once a foundation of trust was made you hung onto his every word.

You of course went through the usual phases. “What do you want?”, To “you again?”, To “stalker much?”, To “oh thank kriff you’re here!”. You guys maintained a great friendship. You had inside jokes, comfort between one another, learnt every little thing about each other, and so much more. The friendship lasted 4 years, until the following year (when you turned 25) you both felt a shift in the atmosphere. Catching each other’s eyes at random moments, longer silences and more tactile interactions.

However your workplace never got better, Maul would be there to support you through the worst days. The first time you both initiated a hug was when you were having a mental breakdown, and just a simple hand on your back didn’t help he pulled you tight, and close to his chest. You froze immediately upon impact, shocked but still in the middle of a mental breakdown you continued to get all of your feelings out in the crook of his neck. From there you both were comfortable in each other’s arms.

The 5th year, as the aura of your friendship was in its transformation you were struck with another breakdown. You flung yourself off your bed, the tie of your pajamas becoming loose as you ran into the woods. The fabric lowed over your shoulder as your eyes frantically looking for your confidant. You knew not to call out his name, they, the Jedi, will find you and punish you. Or worse, kill him. So your body fell to the ground trying to breathe through the pain.

The crunch of his boots against grass had you looking up at his worry stricken face. He reached for you as you blabbered through sobs “please…take m-me…away from here!" he held you and fixed your pajamas. Once you settled into his embrace he lifted your face by your chin, looking for any hesitations. Once certain he took his cloak off and placed it onto your frame. “Ok Darling, let’s go”

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You got yourself familiar with your new home, which was his chambers on the planet of Mustafar across the span of 4 days. “How are you feeling darling?” His voice sounded so sweet in your ears. Your mind was finally at ease being off that planet. Your stress and anxiety felt like a distant memory already. You got up from his surprisingly comfortable bed while grabbing his outstretched hand. “Better, much better Maul”. He pulls you to his meditation room which was attached to his chambers. “This is where I would seep into your mind to bring you restful sleep”.

“I knew it was you after a while, the pieces of the puzzle came together on their own.” You smiled up at him. He reciprocated with his own smile. Maul used the force to pick up your lightsaber off your night table. “Are you ready and are you sure?” He held your chin again. “Yes”. With the force Maul opened your saber, to retrieve the Kyber crystal, placing it onto the ground you sat cross legged.

“Now, focus all of your energy on the sadness, all of your anger, all of your frustration, all of your pain into a ball. With that ball, force it into your crystal.” He instructed, and you followed suit. The blue of your saber fought against the red hue that was being emitted from your very soul. It wasn’t strong enough, compared to how you felt about those who put you through the worst years of your life. “Concentrate” he kept you grounded. Maul could sense your mind wandering.

The crackling had stopped, and the Kyber crystal was bled. You pulled it to your hand with haste, opening your eyes to look at it. A smirk stretched across your lips. Getting up you walked towards the man who you owed your freedom to, looking into his eyes he noticed the rings of orange and red in replacement to your (e/c).

“I love you Maul, I think I always have” your face came close to his, seeking the same emotion in his gaze. There was a moment of quiet, before his lips made contact with yours. The kiss was soft, tender and warm. With undertones of sickening revenge on his end. Maul pulled away, smiling down at your flushed face.

“I’ve always loved you too, my love”.

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After a while of Maul teaching you new lightsaber tricks, force abilities that were forbidden by the Jedi code. All the while being the best lover the galaxy ever saw. He gifted you all the necessary things you had left behind, exotic flowers from planets he frequented and took the utmost care of you.

Your training had come to fruition, and your lover had approved you to come with him to fight. You grabbed your bag as you went to his ship, you got on board. As you walked up the ramp you saw Maul sitting in the cockpit. You placed yourself in his lap, folding your legs over each other. He kissed your lips as he took off.

On the way to your destination you had your regular conversations, and sat in comfortable silence. Maul never explained where you were going, but your gut told you that you already knew. Opening your bag you got your device, and when through some information with your lover. This consisted of notes from training, and important information from different groups of people he worked with. Half the time he got lost in your voice and had to get you to repeat yourself. “You are Darth Maul and you’re getting distracted? If the Jedi could see you now!” You laughed

“Of course I’m distracted love, have you seen yourself?” He rubbed your arm gently and held your gaze, which will never not make you blush deep red. “Shut the fuck up” you mumbled under your breath. His throat vibrated with a deep, amused laugh. Kissing your neck as he put the ship into hyperspace. His arm snaked around your waist to keep you from flinging forward, not letting go. This didn’t help your blush in any way.

You had landed at your destination, you were super excited to finally use your new skills and knowledge. Getting up from Maul’s lap, you put your cloak on and made sure your lightsaber was secured to your belt. Maul’s larger hands placed the hood over your head, casting a menacing shadow. “Ready, Darling?” His knuckles caressed your face and with a simple “Yes Master” you followed him out of the ships door.

The gravel beneath your boots was satisfying to your ears, as you approached a Jedi bass camp. Déjà vu hitting you hard, making your body burn with anger. Maul could sense it and refocused your mind, “stay focused Darth (y/n/n)”. Your response was a sharp nod with a small grunt. As you followed him you sensed force users. their signatures leaving a sour taste in the back of your throat. The camp was small, only housing 10 Jedi minimum.

"Wait here my love, you'll know when to come out" he placed a rough kiss to your lips, which you matched perfectly. You stayed behind the stones which hid the camp, choosing to lean against one that was nicely shaded. In your waiting time you practiced your breathing and preformed a brief meditation ritual, connecting to all the Sith Lords and Ladies that came before.

Maul walked up to the Jedi Knights, who were talking strategy around a table. some sitting, some standing and some lying down on the dirt. Their discussion came to a stop as they felt the aura of a threat. All of them got into formation, ready for anything.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen... If you could even call your selves that." his hands reached for the hood of his cloak, and elegantly placed it on his neck. His eyebrows lowered as he recognized all of your main bullies. His anger rising as he remembered all of your anguish and suffering. One, the worst of them all had the gall to speak. "What is the meaning of your intrusion, Darth Maul?" This caused a sinical laugh to come from the depths of his soul.

"Darling! come!" his voiced rasped. You smirked as you started walking, head down facing the dirt ground. Each step you took was an ego boost, while making you feel giddy for your plans to take shape. "The "meaning of my intrusion" is her"

Your steps came to a stop on the right side of his body, your black cloak twirling in the wind. The air became suffocating as your advanced force signature took over the atmosphere. "would you be so kind to introduce yourself my love?"

Raising your head, lowering your hood from your head you made eye contact with the Jedi. Their mouths become agape, shock etched onto their faces within seconds. "(y-y/n)?"

"You thought I was weak, but now I’m back to show you the true meaning of power. Let’s see how you handle the darkness you created."

With that the sound of 3 lightsabers were ignited and blood finally shed.

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DONE! I hope you enjoyed it! It's not my best work, but if you feel otherwise then that is great!😂 For both my own indulgence, and research I went to TikTok to watch edits/clips to get a good look into the way his character is written in the movies. I hope I did him justice, and i conveyed what you envisioned! My years of developed creative writing skills finally kicked in a little over half way when i was writing! I'll edit it at some point, but for now I just want it posted. -L🤍

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GENERAL NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM HEADCANONS - Main 7 characters

SUMMARY: Just some headcanons I have always had based on the characters and the way the movie portrays them.

If you would like to request more characters, please refer to my NATM MASTERLIST for the characters, and send your request!

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, romance, discussions of trauma, funny moments, flashbacks, mentions of loss, mentions of betrayal, mentions of homesickness, reader is mentioned a bit. My opinions! 😱

Any facts I wasn't sure of I used wiki fandom!

AHKMENRAH:

As many people have suggested, Ahk is a HUGE cat person. Before he was left in the sarcophagus for 4000 years, he had 100s and 1000s of cats. Different breads, both female and male, long royal names for each one. But his favourite will always be his childhood cat that started his love for the feline animal.

Out of all characters, Ahk experiences the most homesickness. This could be because he was barely 18 before he died, so he still has a touch of childhood in his soul.

Always ready and eager to learn something new, or info dump on the closest set of ears. When he gets with reader, he waits patiently for the “safe zone” to spill every fact about his time. Also things he read in books at Cambridge and the museum. You could call him a broken tap!

One way that calms him down is humming nursery rhymes, and songs his Mother used to sing to him. The main time it works impeccably is when he thinks of his brother’s betrayal.

Since the tablet was first created, his (along with his family) soul has always had a strong connection to night. So he goes to the roof top, or a window and star gazes anytime he can.

Ahkmenrah will defend the Kardashian and Jenner women until the end of time (if you know, you know 😂).

When he is introduced to chocolate, Garlic bread, sour gummy candies and Iced water. He felt like he met heaven.

Is very serious, yet still his usual gentle and kind self, when it comes to romantic relationships. He will take each step at a time, really wanting to get to know his potential partner. Consent Pharaoh, drinks his “I respect women” juice, will ask you to be his officially at the four month mark, and will not kiss your lips until you are official.

Absolutely dreads sunrise, as the wraps take as he would say “a whole millennium” to get them back on. At the beginning he would get Teddy and Larry to help him, but it becomes a special thing between him and reader.

Ahk most likely feels the most safe and comfortable around Larry, as he has moments where he needs advice or guidance from a father figure.

Ahkmenrah loves a good, lighthearted, non offensive prank. When he and Nick hang out, chaos will follow.

Both Sacagawea and Ahkmenrah supported each other when getting adjusted to not being trapped in their exhibits. This started their friendship.

When he became a DJ, he felt his death age the most. He found a passion that he could learn, perfect and show it off to the people he cares most about

OCTAVIUS:

Octavius talks about Rome so much that he definitely fits the stereotype of “you make your background your whole personality”. He will get defensive if the stereotype is mentioned.

If he and Jed were to be parents, they would 100% have adopted 2 Girls and 2 boys. Octavius would surprisingly be the fun Dad.

Before Larry, he had a massive hatred towards the night guards. He was fine with being locked up, he had his comrades. What angered him was the derogatory comments made by the guards. It took months upon months to wake up and not be filled with immediate dread.

He is a BIG chick flick fan! He also loves the whole concept of Christmas, so his favourite flick would be Love Actually.

He can read Dexter like an open book. he learns the signs of Dexter’s cheeky behavior to avoid another “Pompeii” situation.

Each time he hears any sword noises he smiles to himself and whispers to himself, “Ah Rome, you were a wonderful empire to be apart of”

He is also an avid info dumper, so there can be hours of time where he and Ahkmenrah bond over their “ancient times”. The 2 find so many similarities and differences that leave them fascinated to learn more.

The Cowboy hat rule, also applies for his helmet. And he will only take it off for extended periods of time if Jedediah is present. This is because he would kill for a head scratch.

Octavius will slip into Latin whenever he is feeling intense levels of emotion (positive). The amount of times it has happened, has resulted in everyone, including reader, being able to understand the language and somewhat communicate.

He uses the Latin version of pet names for Jed. He mainly uses “Amica mea” (my love), “Puer meus vacca” (my cowboy), “Solis radius” (sun ray) and “Mutum Asinum” (dumb ass).

Octavius is the type to bottle his emotions when something has deeply upset him. It takes a lot to get him to take the cap off and explain why he is feeling the way he is.

Octavius is super supportive of other religions and cultures. Which is super rare given Romans pride themselves on their religion and culture above everything.

When Octavius discovered the front desks computer, he immediately (with great struggle since the apparatus had not been made yet) he became so obsessed with it you could call him a teenager. He honestly gatekept it for ages before he found something that Jedediah would like and then it became their fun activity before sunrise.

JEDEDIAH:

Jedediah definitely has ADHD to a certain degree (This is coming from someone who is definitely has it but has yet to be officially diagnosed 😂), and has to be redirected to the main topic at least 3 times a day.

When he was trapped in the hourglass by Kahmunrah, he did everything in his power to cause havoc. Jedediah wasn't stuck with Kahmunrah, Kahmunrah was stuck with Jedediah!!

When Octavius showed him he computer, he consumed every piece of western media as he wanted to know how people perceived his time period.

He gets along with everyone, and only hates people if they have treated the people he cares about in a negative way. He is more then willing to take the blame or pain for others.

Jed will take a secret to his grave, but he will sometimes tell Octavius so technically they will be taking it to the grave. He will not tell him if the person who confided in him, was going through a difficult time. He understands boundaries...to a certain extent.

Jed is a HUGE foodie, and has a tendency to say "are you going to finish that?" even if the person eating is literally chewing their food. he would kill for anything that has an element of bread. Hence why he doesn't shut up about flapjacks.

His way of showing he is really angry or upset is going completely, utterly, eerily silent. It honestly makes people get the creeps, since they are so used to his upbeat usual self.

He can feel lost at times in regards to being a museum exhibit. He has organic thoughts of the future, but then he remembers he's a miniature figurine and feels this overwhelming sense of identity dysphoria. Reader (who is either another night guard or a child of a staff member) helps him feel more human, with a sense of purpose.

His favourite western movie is Tombstone, and quotes "I'm your Huckleberry" whenever people call for him. it brings him immense joy.

In his time, I see him having a female dog named Bonnie and a male cat named Blaize. He mentions this to Larry and he sends in a request at the sculpting department to make them for him. Larry makes sure no detail is left unadded. When Jedediah wakes up 2 nights later he is greeted with the familiar bark, and meow that he remembered so clearly.

Jed has an assigned swear jar and adds to it 20+ times a night.

ATTILA:

ATTILA IS INSANLY GOOD WITH KIDS! He has that scene at the end of the second movie, which backs me up here. But even before then I got this vibe that if you accidently left your child near his exhibit, he would be the Tony Stark of the museum and think "Get me the adoption papers now!".

When Attila and the Huns discovered Harry potter, they became obsessed as it fits their belief in magic. They have watched all seven movies a concerning amount of time each.

Attila was a huge help with getting Ahkmenrah adjusted to his new normal. When he first noticed Ahk's struggles he didn't think twice before he put a hand on his shoulder, asked him to go for a walk and got him to open up. He is like the uncle you go to when your parents "Just don't get it!".

Attila 100% has a RIWTKYF, "Resting I Want To Kill You Face". This has been one of many reasons why some of his friendships with the other exhibits took a while to come to fruition.

When Nick was still young, he politely asked Attila if he could try on his helmet. Larry tried to lecture him, stating "It is sacred Nick, that is not ok". Larry received a slap to the back of the head by Attila, with a "Shush". He placed the Helmet on Nicks head and told the Huns "He is the leader for the night!". Nick Had a blast to say the least.

Speaking of Attila's Helmet, he has heard a lot of drama sessions from Jed and Octavius. sometimes he joins in, sometimes he is happy to just listen.

Attila lowkey can't stand the Neaderthal's constant "FIRE FIRE FIRE" sometimes. He can hear it either next to him or down the hallway and it gives him a serious headache. Ahk will offer his exhibit for some relief.

Before Attila passed away he had just been married, so he often wonders what happened to his wife and misses her deeply. Larry and reader enjoy reading books to him, so he knows about her life. He left the room with a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes.

Teddy and Attila definitely have conversations/interactions that show they are stuck in their 40s/50s. I'm talking getting frustrated with technology, not understanding modern day slang, saying "Back in my day" and the "Dad grunt".

If Attila discovered music, he would LOVE the band The Village people, his favourite song is "In the navy". He asks Larry or reader to put the song on by pointing to the computer saying "Navy please".

Attila had the hardest time adjusting to waking up from the tablet. because he also needed to take care of his Huns. He pretended to be strong and that the whole situation wasn't affecting him at all, when in reality he was losing it inside.

SACAGAWEA:

Sacagawea was so relived when the glass on her exhibit wasn’t fixed. She was dreading going back to only hearing the Clark brothers yapping.

Sacagawea was low key checking Teddy out to, but the glass was stopping her from getting his attention.

When Sacagawea meets reader (for the sake of the point reader has ribcage length hair) she is so happy to meet another woman, that her way of bonding is offering to braid readers hair. As she braids they talk and get to know each other.

She may be a soft spoken and rational person but get her mad, and she her voice will ring in her ears for weeks.

Sacagawea got a photo of Teddy, and hid it in her clothes when the tablet wasn’t in the museum and in London.

Ahkmenrah, Sacagawea and Teddy create a “new exhibit adjustment program” for new or moved exhibits. They would’ve love that, so they started it for them to fill that void.

Sacagawea is always the logical voice of reason when there is a difficult situation happening. Let’s just say that the men of the museum would be done for without her 😂

When Sacagawea first sees a woman in pants she is so happy to know that women get to do the same things as men in modern day. Reader loves explaining the history of feminism.

Sacagawea’s love language with Teddy is acts of service, which we get a taste for when she helps connect his lower body back to his upper body. Teddy is still trying to give her the perfect thank you gift, but she kindly refuses them saying she is happy to just be with him.

She has the job of scolding Dexter when he’s being naughty because he is low key scared of her.

When she discovers music and movies she loves 70s soft pop and action romance.

Her way of knowing how fast time was going was watching Nick grow up. Each time she noticed even the smaller changes in his appearance, voice or personality Sacagawea would feel a huge shift in time.

TEDDY:

Teddy requests a newspaper that has the current state of the US’ politics. He has on many occasions thrown it in the air, walked towards the door screaming “I AM GOING TO TEACH THEM HOW TO RUN A CONTRY!”. Lucky Sacagawea has stopped him every time.

When he gives advice it’s either well thought out and considerate of one’s emotions, or he is straight to the point and cutthroat. Absolutely no in between.

Teddy and Ahk had a very awkward period of time because Teddy felt bad for shutting him up instead of helping him get out of his sarcophagus. Ahk being Ahk put it passed him and they got on like a house on fire.

When everyone dances and has fun, he is more happy to be watching on the side. He claims he’s “to old” to be dancing, reader disagrees and gets him to let loose on the dance floor!

He started the swear jar for Jed, as he got sick of “Fuck this” “shit” “asshole!” Every single sentence. Once the jar was full he took the money and put it towards the upkeep of the museum. His way of paying for something as it made him feel human again.

He definitely called MEMEs “Meh Mehs” for the first year of knowing about them.

He couldn’t find Sir Lancelot serious at all!! Every time he spoke Teddy covered his mouth to hide his smile or laugh. He was so close to calling him “The fool” “sir Erik” or “Jingle-elot”.

Teddy’s hat or pockets are Jedediah and Octavius’s backup travel option if Attila was unable to help with transportation.

His role in the NEAP is to show the new exhibit around and get them adjusted to the place they will temporarily/permanently call home for their time there.

When he first Jump scared Larry, he realised how evilly joyful it was and makes it his mission to scare him every night.

Teddy’s way of passing time before getting ready for sunrise is making sure Texas is looking sharp and clean. He enjoys having a quiet conversation while he listens to the brush run through Texas’ Maine.

After the “At their size, they’ll bake like tiny little scarabs in the Sinai…too dark?” Moment with Ahkmenrah. He can be a little scared of him at times 😂

He loves the 3 seconds of “warmth” the sun gives him before he goes to sleep. Thats when he feels most human.

LARRY:

Larry after a while had the realisation that the instructions were actually the ways the prior guards used to punish them, and burned it. From this he wrote a whole new instruction guide to help the newer guards after him.

He has created a schedule for the Easter island statue because there were some close calls near sunrise. But he won’t stop giving him his “Gum Gum” as it causes the worst earthquakes from his screams!

He may have a love-hate relationship with Dexter, but he is ready to defend the capuchin with his whole heart.

When Nick was young he set up a little “bedroom” for him so he could sleep there on school nights and not be affected the next day. Is incredibly lenient to letting him have a sleep in or skip school when there is a reasonable gap between each time.

When Mr McPhee has pissed him off a little too much, he has 100% planned ways to beat home up or kill him.

He has shown the civil war dudes what NASCAR is and they become obsessed. He feels really proud of himself for it.

Shit talks about Kahmunrah with Ahkmenrah. They have the an ungodly amount of glee from it.

He cannot hold a romantic relationship to save his life! But once he starts teaching he meets his forever partner at the front desk of the collage he works at 7 years into the job. Nick approved immediately.

He took inspiration from Star Wars for his flashlight tricks, and will on occasion make lightsaber noises.

It still trips Larry out that’s he met, made eye contact and spoke to Hugh Jackman, and sometimes he needs to sit down and process it.

He loves to put on Kahmunrah’s lisp from time to time to make jedediah laugh when he’s feeling down. Jed is always left in stitches after.

He has nightmares of the multi-headed snake at least once a month. This causes him to develop a deep fare of snakes in general.

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I hope these Headcanons were good!

Have a lovely day/night!

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NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM MASTERLIST

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REQUESTS: OPEN

CHARACTERS:

Ahkmenrah, Attila the Hun, Jedediah, Octavius, Theodore Roosevelt, Sacagawea, Larry Daley, Amelia Earhart, Sir Lancelot, Napoleon, Ivan the terrible, Al Capone.

WORKS:

Requests-

REQUESTED BY: @marvelforever352

Amelia Earhart Headcanons

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Romantic headcanons - Jedediah x Female reader

REQUESTED BY: Anonymous

Napoleon Bonaparte x fem!Soldier-In-Disguise Reader

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General headcanons - The main 7 characters

Meeting the parents - Ahkmenrah x female reader

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STAR WARS MASTERLIST

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REQUESTS: OPEN

CHARACTERS:

Anakin skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Ahsoka Tano (20/30 years old), Darth Maul, Leia Organa/Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Darth Vader, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux.

WORKS:

DARTH MAUL:

REQUESTED BY: @thegothicwriter

Please take me away - Darth Maul x Female!Human!Jedi Reader

ARMITAGE HUX

REQUESTED BY: @i-smoke-chapstick

Jealousy looks good on you - Armitage Hux x fem!reader

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Beast Boy present his new special suit (it vanishes during transformations and returns in human form, also can reduce to inconspicuous fingerless glove form) to reader, who is curious about it and explores it from all sites. Reader asks him many questions about suit, how it works, fits and feels. Gives ideas for improvements, like full-finger gloves (with retractable claws on fingertips, perhaps also claws on toe tips) and head mask (eye lenses to protect eyes from flashbangs and hypnosis, ear plugs that filter certain sounds out to avoid distraction through shrill sounds, nostril plugs to prevent distraction by pungent smells, mouthguard to avert teeth damage while fighting in human form, …).

Supportive Girlfriend ~ Boyfriend!Garfield Logan x Girlfriend!Reader

FIRST INBOX REQUEST! Also who knew giving your blog a refresh would lead to getting peoples attention! I should have done it a long time ago😂

Thank you lovely Anon for this request! I have been wanting to write a fic about Gar for a while, I just had no ideas!

SUMMARY: see request above ⬆️

WARNINGS: Mild mentions of nudity caused by supernatural abilities, generally fluffy, mild consensual body touching by reader, talk of ones body, typical couple moments/language, pet names, reader wearing a bathing suit while tanning.

The breeze was light and soothing against the hot San Francisco sun. The only noise that can be heard from the roof top deck of the Titians Tower is "Chiquita" by ABBA playing at a soft volume, and the crinkle of turning pages.

You were engrossed in your book, so engrossed that the hum of your phone going off went completely ignored. It took you going to change the song to realize your green-hair-boyfriend had left you a handful of messages, all in full capital letters, repeating your name and pet names to just "COME TO THE TRAINING ROOM RIGHT NOW!". Alarmed at first, you threw your bookmark into the book and placed it into your bag, along with your other belongings. The Black robe that matched your Bathing suit was thrown on and tied quickly.

As soon as the elevator hit the correct floor, you rushed into the training room. "What is going on?! is anyone hurt?!" you exclaimed with worry. You scan the room, with the mussel memory you accumulated over hours of training and missions.

"Babe you're here! I am sorry for worrying you, I'm so fucking hyped right now OH MY GOD!" Gar rambled. But before you could ask any questions. or even think of one, you hand was grabbed and pulled to a table close to the Hero costume side. Your eyes instinctually looking at yours before looking down at the table. "Okay, hold on let me get these gloves on!" he started putting on the left one, "you're going to LOVE this!". You were beyond confused at this point but kept silent.

"Ready babe?" Garfield asked, to which you nodded with a confused face. Gar balled his fists, flicked his wrists and the gloves expanded creating sleeves, shirt, pants and boots to finish it off. A lightbulb went off in your head, understanding what was going on.

You let out a gasp, "wait! Is this the suit you were talking about?!". Gar laughed, happy that you were on the same level of excitement. "YES! what do you think?!"

Walking around his body in a circle. you ran your hands over the soft and slightly textured fabric, feeling the hidden, high-tech amour that rendered you impressed. The suit looked seamless on his body. Hugging his toned, slightly slender body. You couldn't help the warmth that spread through your cheeks as a light blush appeared.

Let's just say the suit wasn't the only thing that looked good, it didn’t compare to how gorgeous and handsome he was.

Your mouth moved before you could even process your thoughts. Question after question spilled out, like you couldn't decide on which one to ask first. Your Beast Boy answered all of them, explaining each feature it currently possessed.

"One of the many benefits it has is that it stores all the DNA of my current animals, so I won't be left naked after we fight a bad guy." He also listed other elements like sound-proof soles, so it makes stealth missions so much easier to accomplish. "Gar-Gar, I am so proud of you! no wonder you insisted on waiting another 2 months to show me. Totally worth the wait." Your arms wrapped around his waist, giving him a warm and tight embrace, which was swiftly reciprocated.

"Do you have any recommendations? I am open to anything!" Gar rested his head on top of yours, and after a small conversation it was agreed to meet in your room to eat snacks, and discuss your recommendations.

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An hour and a half later you were both in pajamas, snacks scattered across your bed. In both of your laps rests your Titians supplied iPads, his for writing things down and yours for research.

"Okay, it's been enough time" You start, placing a taki into you mouth. "lets go through them to make sure they make sense"

"Agreed. So we've got: full-finger gloves for added protection and have the ability for my claw animals claws to come out.” Garfield listed, taking bites of his chocolate bar. “Hidden pockets to hold emergency items such as goggles, medical equipment ect ect. A panel on my left inner arm that reads my heart rate, and energy levels. A mask that I can use when in rooms with harsh chemicals, as well as protection when I can’t shape shift. Have we got them all?”

You responded with nods and an occasional ‘mhm’, going through the tabs you had open in Google. “You missed the belt with the micro bombs, and smoke bombs” you showed him the tab you had open to make sure he knew everything he needed to write down.

“Oh you’re correct! Thank you my love” he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, placing a soft but adoring kiss on your lips. You happily returned the kiss. “I love you” Gar moved to sit next to you, and your body moulded into the side of his body. You blushed again, “I love you MORE!”

“Want to watch ‘The holiday’?” You asked with a mischievous grin, knowing his exact response.

“AGAIN? We watched it 2 days ago!”

You both laughed happy to be together, and not have to worry about a mission. You put the movie on and continued to eat your snacks. The movie played, but that didn’t stop you guys from having small conversations, or making each other laugh.

You “annoyed” him with quoting every line, to which he threatened to change the movie. You grabbed the remote with a “try me” face, he started tickling your sides making you weak. He snatched the remote from your hand, and started running around the room. Stopping quickly he changed the movie to a random one, then ran out of your room with an evil cackle.

“GARFIELD FUCKING LOGAN! GET BACK HERE WITH MY REMOTE! I WILL NOT MISS THE SCENE, WHERE AMANDA FINALLY REALISES SHES IN LOVE WITH GRAHAM!”

As you ran down the hall, Jason was walking by. Most likely headed to his room. You zoomed past him, he looked confused before his brain put two and two together. “Same old shit, different fucking day” he mumbled while rolling his eyes.

The only sound that could be heard was the fading laughter of the cute couple and their loud and heavy footsteps.

All was normal, all was well.

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DC MASTERLIST

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REQUESTS: OPEN

CHARACTERS:

Clark Kent (superman), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Diana (Wonder Woman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), The Joker, Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn).

WORKS:

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DC TITIANS MASTERLIST

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REQUESTS: OPEN

CHARACTERS:

Richard “Dick” Grayson (Robin/Nightwing), Jason Todd (Robin/Red Hood), Rachel Roth (Raven), Cory Anders (Starfire), Garfield Logan (Beast Boy).

WORKS:

GARFIELD LOGAN

REQUESTED BY: Anonymous

Supportive Girlfriend - Boyfriend!Garfield Logan x Girlfriend!Reader