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My Qamari

Hello! It's been a while since I've posted, yes, I know. It's been a bit stressful with college and everything but I'm glad I was able to write this. Hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Ardeth comes home after a fortnight to his pregnant wife.

Trigger Warnings: None unless you dislike pregnant women and female reader inserts

Pet names:

Qamari- moon

Habibi- dear

Ya hayati- my life

Gulbi- my heart

ya ammoura- cute girl

(Apologies if inaccurate arabic is used, my point of reference was google and reddit)

His wife was expecting, her belly swollen with child as she moved around their home, her flowing khaftan accentuating her curves as she fluttered around, her gentle hands pouring love into their home with every touch. Her hands tended to their array of little plants on their kitchen windowsill, her soft voice softly mumbling to the plants, talking to each one as if they were her very own children.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, caressing her bump as she slowly melted into her husband, relaxing against his chest as he gently swayed, watching her carefully tend to the plants, her hands gently caressing the leaves as she assessed their condition.

“Good morning, sweet wife,” he mumbled huskily against her neck.

“Husband,” she said, grinning, head tilting back against his shoulder as she inhaled his comforting scent. He’d been away for more than a fortnight, only appearing at their home in the early hours of the morning, slowly slipping into bed beside her. She missed him desperately, yet his loyalty to the Medjai and the world often pulled him away from her.

She sighed, turning around and smiling softly at her husband, placing gentle kisses against his jaw.

“Missed you,” she mumbled slowly as she nuzzled her nose under his jaw, breathing softly.

“Me too, my Qamari,” he mumbled gruffly as they slowly swayed in the balmy desert heat.

“You know what I missed the most?” He asked softly. She gazed at him; a questioning look in her eye as she prompted him to continue.

“I missed your eyes,” he said, gently kissing her lids.

“Your sweet flushed cheeks,” he said, making her laugh and blush a vibrant pink, his favorite shade. He thought it was more ethereal than the heady mix of reds in a sunset. Smiling, he placed a kiss against her cheeks, savoring the feel of soft skin against his lips.

“Wanna know what I missed, Habibi?” she asked coyly, smiling up at him, a twinkle of mischief in her eye as her husband arched his brow at her. “Your lips on mine,” she said, yanking his collar as she pulled him down, bringing his lips closer to hers in a barely-there kiss before pouting, playfully saying, “But I suppose you didn’t miss that, hmm?”

He grinned at her before pulling her into a searing kiss, lips melding together after many lonely moons passed. She sighed into the kiss, pressing herself against her husband, hoping to get closer than her bump would allow. It felt comforting, it felt like coming home.

He was a thirsty man in the scorching sand who had finally found an oasis. Relief bled through his being as he relaxed into his wife, feeling her soft body against his as he rested his arms on her hips, rubbing slow circles as he kissed her. He held her close, afraid that if he let her go, she’d turn out to be a mirage, leaving him with bitter dust in his mouth and sand on his lips.

He wished to linger in this moment forever, but the need for air forced them to part, their separation gentle and reluctant. Her lips chased his, yearning for more, unwilling to part from the relief she desperately sook in her husband’s embrace. Unable to resist he drew her in once against, savoring her lips like the sweetest wild honey. Gently pulling away he rested his forehead against hers, swaying slowly as he watched his little love move with him.

Softly caressing her bump he asked, “How is our little gulbi? Not troubling her mama too much, I hope.” She laughed, her voice tinkling like a forgotten melody, “She’s your baby, Ardeth, she likes being naughty. Remember how you were as a child?”

Flushing in embarrassment, he hugged her closer, “Ya hayati, don’t remind me. Our children will be sweet, just like you. We will have a daughter with beautiful hair that you can braid, with a brave soul and joyful eyes. I can see that she’ll be stubborn like her mother but she’ll have a big heart, overflowing with love,” he mumbled against her hair.

“Hmm are you sure?” she teased him, grinning as he responded, “Yes, very sure.”

“Would you like to talk to her?” she asked as he quickly kneeled, eager to talk to his child.

“Hello ya ammoura, it’s your baba,” he whispered, placing a kiss against her belly as if kissing his child through her. “I’ve missed you and your ummi so much. You’ve grown so fast since I was here and soon you’ll be here in you baba’s arms, hmm?” He felt a small kick against his palm as he chuckled, “I can see you’ll be a father’s girl, hmm?” he asked as he felt two more kicks against his palm.

“She already has a favorite,” his wife chuckled as he smiled, kissing her belly. “I hope you know that I love you very much, you have a piece of my soul and you’re not even here yet,” he said chuckling, “I’ll be here for you, my beautiful child, always,” he vowed as he trailed kissed against her skin.

He slowly kissed her silvery scars, the evidence of their child growing. “My beautiful wife, growing to keep our baby nice and safe inside her,” he said as he kissed every single mark that scattered across her skin, a gorgeous canvas telling a beautiful story, of creation, of life, a testimony of their love.

“My sweet wife, so beautiful, a goddess made flesh, all for me,” he mumbled against her skin as he arose, trailing soft kisses against her body as he slowly peeled away her khaftan.

“Ardeth,” she whispered huskily as she undressed him with practiced ease, revealing golden skin as she peppered kisses against every inch. His neck, his chest, his scars, evidence of his survival. He shivered under her touch, spine arching as she trailed her fingers against his skin, breathing life into him with every touch. She gently clasped his wrist, leading him to their bed as she lay against the plush pillows. A goddess in her own right, she beckoned him closer with a curved finger, giggling as he eagerly joined her, his body cradled between her thighs as he laved her lips with his devotion. “My beautiful wife, the mother of my child, my everything,” he whispered, over and over.

Slowly he moved away, wrapping his body around her, cradling her as her back rested against his chest. She could feel his need against her, throbbing for attention as she clasped him, caressing his length as he moaned.

He drew his hands lower, caressing her body as she spread her legs, eager for him to touch her. As he drew closer to the place she needed him the most, her breath hitched as he rubbed slow circles against her. Arching into him she moaned, eager for more as he pleasured his beautiful wife.

He pulled his hand away as she whined, begging him for more, yet he reassured her with a kiss to her pouting lips, “Just a minute, Habibi,” as he lined up his cock against her entrance, the tip pressing against her as she ground against him.

Slowly pushing his hips, he entered her, inch-by-inch, feeling her stretch around him as he moaned, kissing her desperately, he could see heaven, taste it, breathe it. For he knew the closest he’d get to heaven was in the embrace of his beloved.  

Gently cupping her breasts and cradling her stomach he thrust into her at a languid pace, drawing out every moment of pleasure as she threw her head back against him, begging for more, yet he insisted on savoring her.  

“Hmm my sweet wife, working so hard to grow our child. Beautiful. A goddess come alive,” he whispered against her as he rubbed her clit, feeling her walls pulse around him.

“My medjai, my beautiful warrior,” she whispered back as she turned her head to kiss him, appreciating the man who was hers. “My beloved husband, please, make me cum,” she breathed.

“As you wish, my love,” he said, his fingers moving faster against her clit, eager for her to cum as he thrust deeply and slowly into her. He felt her arch into him at the new pace, different yet familiar.

She felt her spine tingle as her clit tingled under his ministrations, his gentle hands and whispered affections bringing her to the edge. The knot within her tightened as her hips moved in tandem with his, chasing her peak.

He felt her come undone as she shuddered, her walls closing deliciously around him as he was pushed over the edge, his seed buried deep inside her, claiming her as his once more.

“My goddess,” he whispered as he came, kissing her neck slowly, breathing in her scent as she tilted her head up against him, “My medjai,” she said, eyes gleaming with adoration as she kissed him.

She slowly laid her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. An exhausted sigh escaped her as she slowly drifted off to sleep lulled by her husband’s soft humming.

He hummed a song, an old tune his father used to sing, knowing it brought her peace and calmed the babe in her, enough for his beloved to sleep. As he covered her with bedsheets, admiring his wife, he hugged her close, her warmth in his arms a calming presence, a balm to his weary soul.

As he slowly drifted to sleep there was only one thing he was certain of, she was the reason he fought to protect the world, she would always be the reason he returned, she was his reason to breathe and as long as she was there, he’d crawl back home.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The Death of Me

Evelyn Carnahan x Reader, 465 words, part of the FreakyFics Event, WLW/Queer content, a cozy ight in spent reading scary stories

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Broken & Betrothed

So, this is in response to a post I had made asking if ya'll would read a past life Ardeth Bay fic, well, it's finally here, part 1 of it. Hope ya'll enjoy it and so sorry for the wait. Summary: She is the sister of Nefertari and in love with her private guard but its forbidden and so they have to hide their relationship but her father, the pharaoh has betrothed her to another, so with a heavy heart she has to tell her lover that her father has betrothed her to someone else

Warnings: Angst, Heart break, Part 2 (THE HORROR!!!)

Part 2

The young Medjai strode across the alabaster stone floors. His footsteps were precise and silent. A pair of daggers attached to his hip glistened in the moonlight as he traced his way through the palace. Hidden by the shadows he moved swiftly, a destination in his mind as he entered her chamber.

She stood at her balcony, her hair shimmering in the dark as she gazed at the night sky.

‘The moon is a gift from Khonsu’, she told him once, ‘it guides travelers across Kek’s darkness.’ Silently he had motioned her to continue as he kissed her shoulder gently, ‘I wish I was a traveler; I wish I could see all the beautiful places I hear about. I want to see where the luxurious clothes I wear come from, I want to know how their strings are woven together, to see color bleed into their very strands. I want to know where the jewels I’m adorned with come from, where the spices on my tongue are grown, but most of all I want to see your hometown, the place where you grew up, the place you recall with such fondness in your eyes.’ That night he held her as she told him of her dreams, knowing that her duty, her royal blood bound her to her gilded cage.

Gazing at her his heart ached as she hummed a soft tune, it was a familiar tune, one he’d heard multiple times when the priestesses of Hathor worshipped her. Lost in her voice, he continued gazing at her, his limbs softly swaying with her voice, the jangle of his daggers accompanying her voice to form a symphony unheard of before.

Slowly the song dwindled into a comforting silence, the pair basking in it as if afraid to break this moment of comfort. “Will you simply stand there, Ardeth?” she finally asked, breaking the silence. “What would you command of me, Princess? I am but your servant.”

“Princess? You haven’t called me that in a long time.” She said sadly as she turned to look at him.

“I’m afraid it is time I start addressing you by your title, Princess. I have been remiss in my duties and have allowed myself to become too familiar with the one I was destined to serve.” He said formally, trying to distance himself, trying to hold himself back from comforting his lover.

“You’ve heard.” She stated simply, realizing why he was so distant that night.

“You are betrothed,” he stated monotonously as the very words he mumbled ripped his heart apart yet he held out hope that she’d reject his allegation, that she’d take him in her arms and strip away his doubts.

“Yes,” she shakily said as tears welled in her eyes. Stepping forward she reached out to him, silently begging for comfort. Despite his own bleeding heart, he enveloped her within his arms as she shook from the force of her sobs. He hugged her closer as though he wanted to merge her into himself, as though if he held her close enough, she wouldn’t be ripped apart from him, as though his arms could protect her from the hands of the Pharoah, from her father, from her fate.

Tears dripped down his face as the pair sank to the floor, clutching onto each other as if, if they’d let go for even a moment the strong currents of the Nile would part them. In that moment he cursed the gods, wondering why they’d let such pain befall an innocent such as her, wondering why they’d make him pay for his countless sins by putting her through so much pain. For many nights they had laid together, falling deeper into each other till their very souls melded into one, till even the blood within their veins was shared, their bodies and minds now one. They had prayed to Hathor, the goddess of love, to never separate them, yet the coy goddess refused their prayers. Rather, she made them love each other only to have it ripped apart before their very eyes.

Perhaps the most painful thing about this was that both of them were alive, for what was more torturous than seeing your beloved in the arms of another when all they crave is your arms around them?

“I-I don’t want t-to marry-y him, A-Ardeth,” she said, hiccupping. “I can’t.”

“It is your duty and your Pharaoh’s decree,” he said, hating the words coming from his mouth with a burning passion.

“You’d rather me marry someone else? Someone who’s not you?” She asked, feeling hurt at his complacency as she rose to her feet, anger and hurt radiating from her body. Staring at him through reddened eyes she cradled herself in an attempt to comfort herself.

Feeling her rip herself apart from him, the dam holding back his emotions burst as he desperately crawled towards her and wrapped his arms around her hips. Burying his face against her soft stomach he wept bitterly. He pulled her closer as she wrapped her arm around his head, slowly soothing him as she brushed her fingers through his onyx locks.

He looked up at her with red-rimmed eyes as desperation filled his gaze, “I’d rather you lived in the arms of another man than be buried alive within my embrace.”

“I’d rather enter the afterlife bound to you than separated from you.”

“Do you not see you are my very reason to breathe?” he asked desperately.

“Do you not see, without you, I cannot live? You are my reason to live. To survive. To fight,” she stated with conviction.

“I cannot and will not sacrifice your safety, My Princess. In this life or the after-life.” He stated, rising to his feet as his eyes tried to convey his emotions.

“So, you’d rather see me in the arms of another man? Some pompous King from a distant land?”

“I’d rather see you alive and unhappy than dead,” he stated with finality as he walked away from the love of his life. His chest felt void with every step he took away from her, refusing to look back for if he did, he knew his resolve would crumble and he’d try to run away with her, consequences be damned. Yet, deep down even he knew that she did not deserve a life of hardship and that was the only life he could promise her.

“Don’t you see? I’d rather spend my afterlife in your arms than be bound to a marriage I detest, in this life and the next.” She whispered to an empty room, her knees tucked under her chin as she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to shield herself from the growing emptiness in her chest.

~

Weddings were an exciting affair. They were supposed to be a happy affair, commencing with a feast at the bride’s home before she departed with the wedding gifts to live with her husband as his wife. It was a period of excitement where families came together to celebrate, it was supposed to be a time of happiness yet she couldn’t seem to muster a spark of joy within her soul.

In public she played the role of the perfect princess, the beautiful blushing bride yet with every smile, with every chuckle, with every compliment she got she felt like crying, like ripping her jewels off and baring her soul for everyone to see. She desired to bare her heart to the world, to show everyone who’s name was truly carved into her heart, yet she could not. He left her, refused to fight for her, for them.

He had been avoiding her. He had traded shifts with another guard till one day she awoke to a new personal guard. On inquiring about the change, the new guard, Naten, told her that Ardeth had requested the change. Whenever she saw him lurking in the corridors he simply walked away, pretending she didn’t exist. Perhaps that’s what hurt more than being apart from him. His refusal to acknowledge her.

During the day she was a blushing bride, but at night she grieved the living lover she lost. Her mournful cries merged with the wails of widows along the streets of the city. Unheard and unseen she shed her tears till finally one day someone saw. It was her sister, Nefertiri, who found her nestled on her windowsill with her knees tucked against her chest. She gazed at the moon once again, but this time she sung a mournful tune. Trails of kohl long-dried on her face as she sniffled.

“Sister?”

“Nefertiri?” she asked, startled by her appearance.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.”

“Don’t take me for a fool. Tell me. What has caused you so much pain?”

“Nothing, Nefertiri. Just leave it alone.”

“I cannot, you are my sister and it’s my duty to protect you,” she said, staring into her sister’s eyes with sincerity. She snorted at that word again, duty, the very thing that doomed her.

Looking into Nefertiri’s eyes, tears welled in her own as she cuddled into her sister’s nostalgic embrace, a reminiscent of when she used to comfort her when they were children. Her sister gently hushed her, slowly rocking her back and forth as she cried.

Hours passed by as the night slowly dwindled into day and Ra’s boat, Mandjet, came forth from the underworld. It was then she finally confessed, unburdening herself of the burden she carried. She poured her heart out to her sister about the lover she was tragically torn apart from.

Her sister could only look at her in sympathy, knowing that their father’s word was law and that she would not be able to help her. All she could do was offer her comfort. For the first time the powerful princess, Nefertiri, Lily of the Nile and wielder of the spear of Shapneh was helpless, she couldn’t do anything to interfere in her sister’s fate so she simply offered her comfort.

~

A new face had appeared in court, a beautiful woman by the name Anck-Su-Namun, the daughter of a noble at court. She was as graceful as she was deadly, trained in combat she was a skilled woman, impressing the court with her prowess. Quickly she caught the eye of the Pharaoh. Her alluring appearance and saccharine words appealed to the older widower. She consumed his thoughts till she became his most favored concubine. Soon, she was to be the Queen, bound to bear a male heir to the throne. Men lusted after her and Pharaoh’s harem envied her, yet all the wealth of Egypt was not enough for her, she desired more, something different, someone different.

Anck-Su-Namun was Princess Nefertiri’s combat instructor before she caught the Pharaoh’s eye so as a part of her wedding celebrations, a martial display between Anck-Su-Namun and Nefertiri was organized by the Pharaoh.

It was that very night that Pharaoh had been slain by his favorite lover and his trusted High Priest. The Medjai rushed to save him but they were too late. The Pharaoh bled out on the stone floors.

Nefertiri bore witness to the event, her eyes burning with rage at the death of her father. Leading the Medjai in pursuit of the priest who sought to perform a perversion against the very gods themselves, raising someone from the dead and ripping them away from the judgement of Anubis, she finally caught the priest, ordering the Homdai, the most terrifying of curses, a cursed death, a half-life, an eternity of torment.

The entirety of Egypt was in mourning, with the Pharaoh gone, who would lead them? In this moment of turmoil, Nefertiri rose to the challenge, becoming the Pharaoh herself. Like any new ruler she had to establish herself as capable, yet she did it with an unfaltering grace soon becoming beloved by her people.

Her first act as Pharaoh was breaking her sister’s betrothal. Her betrothed was not pleased and demanded compensation for the betrothal which was granted to the man in the form of a different bride, a far more willing cousin of the Pharoah who had yet to be wed.

With the betrothal ended she could breathe a sigh of relief, now she remained untethered, yet the man of her desires still refused to look at her.

Perhaps he was consumed with shame or guilt or even self-loathing. Perhaps his pride kept him from her. Perhaps he believed himself unworthy. Whatever the reason was, his avoidance was getting infuriating, so with a sense of new-found determination she decided to find him, or like her sister said, “Grab him by his ear and make him listen.”

Part 2

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Without you, There is no me

After the battle with Imhotep the Medjai return home to their beloveds. Even Ardeth has someone waiting for him.

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Hello! This was a requested fic. Unfortunately my tumblr acted up and ate up the request and I can’t exactly recall who sent it, so if you’re the person who told me they loved the way I wrote Ardeth Bay and that they wanted a fluffy romantic fic with a fem reader, please do dm me and I’ll tag you in this fic. Also, thank you for your lovely request, I tried to encapsulate the feelings I felt while reading your request and apologies in advance if this is a little shorter than usual.

The sun slowly melted into the golden dunes of the desert as the sky was bathed in a heady mix of crimson, tangerine and mahogany. The hot desert air slowly cooling as the glowing rays faded, descending further into the horizon. Darkness descended over the camp as the stars arose, twinkling gently alongside the moon.

The plagues upon the land had disappeared, the Medjai officials in the government working swiftly to cover up its mystical origins, yet the only word the Medjai camp had received was that the warriors were coming home and that Imhotep had been imprisoned once more.

A woman paced within her tent, constantly glancing at the entrance before returning to pacing. Eventually she tired, laying against her soft mattress and watching the entrance with rapt eyes. Breathing slowly, she rubbed her hands against her swelling stomach, impatience thrumming through her veins. As the sky changed shades and the moon illuminated her doorway her breathing slowed and her body relaxed, her bodily aches momentarily forgotten as her mind escaped into the chasm of dreams where she dreamt of warm arms and ebony irises.

She was slowly drawn from her slumber by feathery kisses upon her cheeks. Groggily opening her eyes she saw the face of the man she adored. His lips drawn into a smile as he gazed at her.

“Hello sweet wife,” he whispered with a husky voice.

“Ardeth?” She whispered full of disbelief.

“I’m here,” he said, smiling at his wife.

Overjoyed at his presence she pulled him to her arms, her grip around him tightening and unwilling to let go.

“I thought you’d- I thought-“ she stuttered out, sniffling as her mind brought forward her worst fears.

Rubbing her back he soothed her, “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m back and no one, not even an ancient mummy or Anubis himself could keep me away from you.”

Pulling away from her, he gazed into her eyes, vowing, “You, my sweet wife, are my very life. The air within my lungs and the sand beneath my feet. Without you, there is no me and I will never let you or our little one go.” Saying this he bent towards her stomach before placing soft kisses along her skin, feeling the little flutters of their baby’s movement along his hand he whispered, “I’m here, little one. I won’t leave you.”

Slowly moving away he cradled his wife against his body as he told her the tales of his recent death-defying adventure and as the stars looked down at the lovely couple, the desert breathed peace.

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Broken & Betrothed 2

Summary: She is the sister of Nefertari and in love with her private guard but its forbidden and so they have to hide their relationship but her father, the pharaoh has betrothed her to another, so with a heavy heart she has to tell her lover that her father has betrothed her to someone else

Warnings: None, unless you hate happy endings

Part 1

Walking through the palace at night, she had one location in mind. The Medjai had been stationed at the royal pools that night. He stared at his reflection in the dark waters, silent in his contemplation. The moon-less night reminded him of her, of her deep eyes that once twinkled when she looked at him. He sighed. Her betrothal had been broken yet he hadn’t gone to see her. He should’ve been the first to embrace her, he should’ve been by her side yet he couldn’t bring himself to face her. He knew he was right for keeping her safe, even if she would be miserable but he couldn’t stop picturing her grief-stricken face as her heart crumbled. He could still hear her sobs echo through her rooms. Her mournful songs echoed through the halls of the palace where he used to guard. Her voice still echoes in his nightmares.

“You abandoned me. You refused to even look at me!” she screamed in his head, repeatedly.

His eyes welled with tears as he got lost in his thoughts, within an endless maze of pain. His head throbbed; he hadn’t been sleeping properly. His eyes were unfocused yet he still saw her. She was a visage in white, almost ethereally glowing against the dark blackness of the night. Almost like she was the moon, adorned with the light of the sun.

She paused in front of him, simply staring at him. It had been weeks since he allowed her to be this close. She searched his face, noting his tired eyes. They didn’t sparkle anymore, almost as if his soul was removed.

“Ardeth,” she said, breaking the moment of tranquility.

The moment she spoke his name into existence, he realized she was not a mere hallucination, his beloved princess stood before him.

He tried moving away from her, guilt consuming his being, yet she didn’t let him, moving in front of him in a child-like attempt to make him stay.

“I must go, your Highness,” he said, side-stepping her and walking along the banks of the pool.

“No, listen to me Medjai.” She said with authority in her voice, causing him to halt. “You shall not turn away from me again. You will listen to what I have to say. I command it of you.” At her command he turned to her, his desire to turn away overridden by her command.

She faced him with a look of determination, “I have decided that I will no longer be afraid, I will not be bound. I will not be broken by anyone or anything again, not even you.”

He moved to interrupt her, thinking she was finally breaking things off with him. She held up her hand, stopping him from speaking, “I have decided that I’m going to take what I want, what I desire. And what I desire is you. And I do not care about the consequences. Not anymore.”

He stared at her, stunned, his mind processing what she’d said, “Okay.” He said simply.

“Okay?” She said, trying to reconfirm his agreement.

“Okay.”

“Good,” she said before turning to walk away before reconsidering and turning back around. With quick steps, she walked up to the stunned Medjai. Wrapping her hand around his nape she pulled him down before crashing her lips into his. His lips molded against hers. It was wet, hot and full of desperation, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Their bodies melded into one, relaxing against one another, as if finally coming home after a long time.

She broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily as she looked into the eyes of her lover, “This doesn’t fix anything, you still have a lot of groveling to do, but I’m willing to give you a chance. This is your last and only chance.” She said seriously.

“I will treasure this chance with my life, just like I should have treasured you,” he said, with a slight smile on his face, thanking Hathor for blessing him with a second chance and the beautiful woman between his arms.

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Hiii!!! How are you?

I'm really sorry to bother you, I hope you're fine, I really don't know if your requests are open or not, but I don't lose anything by asking, right?

I wanted to know if you would be willing to write something for Ardeth Bay, it can be super fluffy or hurt/comfort, whichever option you choose will be fine with me.

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Scented Flowers & Sweet Melodies

A/N: Hello dear requester! Thank you for sending in this request! It was a pleasure writing it. Yes, my requests are open, I hadn't realised that people didn't know that and will make sure to include it in a more visible place.

Summary: The night Imhotep was imprisoned, the world was thrown into turmoil. With the future being so uncertain Ardeth seeks refuge with the person who beings him comfort, his wife.

Warnings: None

An air of despair echoed through the palace as the sandy dunes of the desert choked with grief. The dark night, all-encompassing the land of Egypt as the dark priest was entombed. His screams carried through the cool night’s air, through the desolate lanes of Egypt, miles away from Hamunaptra.

The palace was thrown in a state of turmoil that only settled in the earlier hours of the morning. The sun had not arisen on the dark night yet as a lone Medjai snuck from the palace, cautiously disguised as he silently walked through the streets of the city, looking for a destination in particular.

Through the tranquil streets of the kingdom were so quiet that he could almost forget the horrors he had witnessed that night, as if the silence would possibly drown out the screams of the high priest and his servants. As a Medjai he’d seen war, plague and death yet to be submitted to such a torturous curse, no matter how well-deserving, tugged at the more empathetic part of him. He also knew when morning came the world would be thrown into turmoil when the morning came, he was afraid of the future and it's potential consequences.

Before he was able to chase that train of thought he noticed that he was in front of a familiar stone house. It was small as compared to the other houses in the area, yet it was no less spacious and foundationally strong. The Medjai silently entered the house, ensuring not to make too much noise at the risk of waking up the inhabitant of the house.

Walking through the entrance hall he peered around the reception-room. It was tastefully decorated yet it radiated a sense of warmth from the hand-embroidered cushions that he knew she’d taken months to complete to the low tables that were made comfortable for their guests. The walls were decorated with tapestries that had been either gifted to them or that she wove. The soft scent of incense filled his senses, it was one of her favorites, a delicate floral scent that he’d never been able to quite place, yet it always reminded him of her.

Moving through the home, he made his way to the living room. It was larger than the reception room yet still, it reflected her personality. The room had touches of her sprinkled around. He saw well-loved furniture that they’d spent many moments on, talking, embracing, making love. The small and large jars scattered across the room with contents varying from incense to flowers. Beautifully woven textiles covered the floor and comfortable stools were scattered across the room, with a small table on one end.

After a few moments of looking around he finally made it towards their bedroom. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight before him. She was sprawled on their wooden bed, her hair tussled as her chest rose and fell. He remembered she hated the hard wood of the bed so she used extra layers of reed and soft cushions in order to fall asleep. He found her endearing and heart-warming.

He laid down his weapon on one of the storage cabinets before moving towards the bed. He tried maneuvering himself into her pillow-laden heaven without waking her yet he was unsuccessful and he found himself staring into her confused eyes.

“Ardeth?” she whispered, confusion filling her tone, “I thought you’d not be home for a few more nights. Is everything okay?”

At her inquiry he was unable to hold back his emotions. Within their home, in their bed, surrounded by the soft haven his wife had created he finally allowed himself to shed his harsh exterior, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability.

As tears ran down his face, she merely embraced him unquestioningly, bringing his body closer to hers till he laid against her stomach, muffling his sobs as she ran her hand through his matted curls. She softly hummed to him, it felt familiar, almost nostalgic.

As his sobs slowly died down, he raised his head towards his wife, his blessing from Hathor herself, he slowly moved upwards till his forehead touched hers. He simply muttered a small ‘thank you’ before tucking himself against the crook of her neck and finding some much-needed peace. He knew that the world would soon demand his presence and his duties would call him away but for that moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. For a single selfish moment, he found peace within a pillow-y haven with scented flowers and a sweet melody that carried him through his dreams.

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Hello fans of Ardeth Bey. So if I was to write a fic with Ardeth Bey having a previous life in ancient Egypt, would any of yall read it?

Edit: I wrote it. You can find it HERE

2nd Edit: You can add yourself to the taglist HERE

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Question. Should I just tag everyone who has ever read my Ardeth Bay fics in every future Ardeth Bay fic I write? Or should I just create a perpetual Ardeth Bay taglist?

Edit: The taglist can be found HERE. Add yourself to it, please.