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Date Stealer (Ahkmenrah | Night at the Museum)
Summary — Larry accidentally made the museum residents believe he had a date to their Valentine’s Day party, and now you’re caught in the crossfire. Not to mention, there’s a super attractive pharaoh in the room.
Warnings & Other Tags
➳ Nothing but general fluffiness.
Notes
➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (8/14)
➳ Word Count is 740.
➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).
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“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
Larry sent you yet another apologetic glance. His hand were shoved deep into his pockets as he walked next to you along the sidewalk. Each of you left a trail of footprints in the fresh dusting of snow.
“I can’t believe I talked you into this,” muttered Larry. “I really owe you one.”
“Why didn’t you just tell them you didn’t have a date?” you asked. “Would’ve saved both of us a lot of trouble.”
“I don’t know!” he groaned, tossing his head back and slowly opening the door to the museum. “Look, help me out! It’s just for tonight, I promise—!”
“You two made it!”
Your conversation came to a halt. A small thud against your ankle made you look down. Your eyes were met by a familiar toy car. Jed and Octavius waved at both of you with wide smiles.
“Hey, guys,” you greeted. “You both look like you’re having fun.”
“Always!” replied Jed. “It’s not a party without us!”
“We hope you share an evening filled with love!” grinned Octavius.
With that, the toy car zoomed away. Some glittery decorations in various shades of classic Valentine’s Day colors trailed behind it, along with Rexy’s favorite bone. Speaking of which, Rexy wasn’t too far behind the toy car, nearly knocking you and Larry over with his tail as he roared loudly.
Larry laughed, patting you on the shoulder, “I’m gonna find Teddy. I wanna see if he actually asked Sacagawea to be his date tonight.”
“Alright,” you nodded. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want anything?”
He paused to think for a moment, and then shrugged, “Punch? If we’ve got it tonight.”
“On it,” you smiled. “See you in a few minutes.”
The two of you split up. Larry began searching the crowd for Teddy while you made your way to the snack tables. Your ‘date’ was in luck since there was punch tonight.
As you grabbed two cups, a voice drew your attention away from your task, “You came.”
As if your night couldn’t get any better, before you stood Ahkmenrah. Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened. Draped in golden fabrics and dazzling jewels, he smiled at you.
To most, it was probably obvious that you had a small crush on the Pharaoh. To Ahkmenrah, the source of your admiration, however, seemed to have no earthly clue about your feelings.
“So happy you could make it!” he exclaimed, before taking the cups out of your hands. “Let me help you with those!”
“Thanks,” you squeaked, nearly grimacing at your reaction, though Ahkmenrah didn’t seem to notice.
As he began pouring some punch into the cups, he asked, “You decided to accept Larry’s invitation then?”
“Yeah,” you muttered, “but it’s just a friendly thing.”
“I see,” he smiled, passing you one of the drinks. “So he wouldn’t be particularly upset if I stole you away for a moment or two?”
You paused at his question. He wasn’t looking at you. Instead, his eyes were focused on the dance floor filled with the other museum inhabitants.
“What does that mean exactly?” you finally asked.
Side by side, his shoulder brushed against yours as he leaned closer, and then quietly whispered, “I believe Larry thought he was doing me a favor by bringing you to our party tonight.”
You tilted your head and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “A favor?”
He nodded, “I wanted you to come, but I was far too shy. I suspect that’s why Larry chose to ask you to attend instead of someone else.”
“Too shy?” you chuckled, nearly shaking your head at the very thought. “I can barely even talk to you most of the time.”
Ahkmenrah felt his cheeks become warm, and then he whispered, “Really?”
You nodded. Across the room, you met Larry’s gaze. He was beaming from ear to ear as he watched you talk to Ahkmenrah. You shook your head and turned away to ignore him.
“You know,” you muttered, returning to attention to Ahkmenrah, “I don’t think Larry would mind very much if you ‘stole me away’.”
He looked at you in surprise. After realizing you were being serious about your suggestion, he held out his hand and then smiled, “Have you ever seen my tomb?”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but took his hand in yours nonetheless. This was going to be an interesting relationship to say the least.
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You: *whimpering*
Ahkmenrah: What happened?
You: Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.
Ahkmenrah: Who did this to you?
You: Please, just let it go. Don’t make it worse.
Ahkmenrah: I promise I won’t get mad. I just wanna know who did this to you.
You: I just stubbed my toe on that doo-
Ahkmenrah: *already has a chainsaw* Which door?
You: Oh my god.
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Imagine being Ahkmenrah's wife and reuniting with him in the Smithsonian after almost 3000 years
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His Queen Pt20
We arrive at a building where a lot of people are running out of. Larry starts shouting Lancelot's name, but he runs off. We follow him until we end up on a roof top
"Hey. Give me the tablet!"
"Stay back. Stay back. Stand back" Lancelot is holding a flame towards us "Whoa" I then notice his nose
"What?" Lancelot looks at me
"Your errr your nose" I point to mine "What about my nose?"
"Your nose is dripping" Larry says for me "What?"
"It's melting. From the fire" Lancelot puts out the fire then takes out his sword
"Okay. How bad is it?"
"It is not great"
"But I'm Lancelot!" he yells irritated
"There never was a Lancelot. Lancelot is a legend. You're not real" Larry tries to explain
"I don't understand"
"I know it's a lot to take in, but please, just give us the tablet" I step forward
"Oh, and then what? back to the museum? stand there as little children ogle and point?"
"And learn. And get inspired to do great things. There are far less noble fates, my friend" Teddy now joins in
"Not for me, there aren't. If there is no Camelot... there is no Guinevere and no Lancelot... then I'm nothing. I'm just a sad lump of misshapen wax. Stop looking at my nose!"
"I wasn't looking at it"
"You were, I saw you. You were like this. "Hmm, hmm." Staring" Lancelot is really irritated at this point
"I wasn't like that"
"You were. Don't look at it!" they continue to argue
"Monkey, stop it" Dexter, who is on Ahk's shoulder, covers his eyes
"Could you give me the tablet, please? give me the tablet. If you give me the tablet, I promise I won't..."
"This isn't going anywhere" I sigh looking at my hands they are all wrinkly
"Do not look at my nose"
"Give me the tablet"
"Look away"
"Give me the tablet"
"How hard could it be not to look at my nose? "
"I'm not gonna look at your nose. I can't help it"
" Look to the heavens" we all look up to the stars
"No one shall look at, or mention, my nose from this moment forward!" Lancelot shouts "I'm sorry, I forgot what we were talking about" Attila starts to collapse, Ahk gets even older, Teddy and Sacagawea start to freeze and I begin coughing
"We've run out of time" Ahk says
"I love you Ahkmenrah"
"I love you too Amunet"
"Listen to me. You got to straighten the pieces. Straighten the pieces right now or they're all gonna die! you too!"
"A world without Camelot is not a world worth living in" Ahk and I collapse to the floor holding on to each other waiting for death to come, but instead we are hit with life.
I take a gasp of air, finally not feeling dust in my throat or mouth
"My love, are you ok?" Ahk helps me up
"Yes, you?"
"Never better" all of us hug each other with excitement. I walk over to Lancelot who looks sad
"Hey. Thank you"
"How do I look? You look like Lancelot" I smile at him as his nose is not squished, not looking as it once was but better than it dripping.
We all return back to the Egyptian exhibit
"Well done" Ahk's mother hugs us both
"Thank you... for bringing my son and daughter in law home safely. It's a strange thing... seeing your boy become a man and the girl you helped to raise become a woman"
"There were lions chasing us" Ahk tells his mother. I walk over to the crib where our child is. I lift her up carefully, still not understanding how any of this is possible
"You've served my family well. We shall build a great tomb and bury you with many riches. I, personally, will see to it that your organs are removed... and placed in separate jewel-encrusted jars"
"Thank you" Ahk's father walks over to me
"You would have made an excellent mother then and I know you will now" I smile at Merenkahre and we walk over to Shepseheret and Ahk. He takes the baby from my arms
"You need to name her" his mother says
"We always liked the name Femi" I look up at Ahk whose smiling
"Then Femi it shall be"
"Thank you for giving me back my family, Larry... Guardian of Brooklyn" Ahk says waking over to to Larry "for giving me the chance to be a father" they hug before Nicky interrupts
"Dad, if we leave right now, we can still catch a flight... get home with everyone still awake before the sun comes up"
"Yeah, okay. Let's go home" Lancelot walks in with the dinosaur from earlier
"It's alright Larry. We've reached something of an understanding"
"Really?"
"Trixey, sit"
"Wow! That's really good. Good job, Lance"
"Thanks. Trixey, behave. Good girl. Steady"
"Lance, come meet Femi" I walk over to Lancelot
"She's... so small"
"She'll grow" merenkahre says taking the tablet off Ahk and reciting an Egyptian pray to make sure it definitely happens.
3 Years Later
We have become a traveling exhibition to American all thanks to Tilly who we have really become close to. Femi is still very small as she only grows at night time. Ahk and I are so in love with her it's unreal. We have just woken up from our sleep at the Museum of Natural History in America
"Hey Dexter" Dexter jumps on my shoulder as music starts to play thanks to Ahk. Laaa lifts Tilly in the air, Trixey and Rex are playing. I walk over to Ahk smiling with Femi in my arms
"6 months of this" I say smiling
"6 months with our friends. Although I'll miss it when it's over"
"We will be back. McPhee and Tilly will make sure, but before that we are going to the Smithsonian" I turn to my husband
"I can't wait" Ahk leans down and pecks my lips. He looks back up to the crowd "now you best go and save Lancelot from Baketmut, mother and fathers dancing" I giggle watching the Egyptians dance
"Or we could join them" I take Ahk's hand and join everyone dancing.
The End
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Ahkmenrah’s first sentence in the film is a comedic joke about his situation.
The man has been wrapped up in bandages and screaming his head off every night for over fifty years and his first line? A joke.
“You wouldn’t believe how stuffy it is in there.”
He could’ve yelled. He could’ve pinned blame. He could’ve let out some anger. He could’ve done anything and it would have been warranted because he was trapped for over fifty years.
But he didn’t. He calmly made a joke and immediately started working with Larry to save the people who had kept him trapped for all those years.
Because he’s Ahkmenrah. And he is no less than a fair, just, and diplomatic ruler.
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Desert Flowers
Ahkmenrah X Reader
Warning: violence, death, graphic descriptions, implied smut
As night descends upon the Natural History Museum, Larry Daily arrives just before the sunsets, finding a large exhibit box in the lobby. His bosses curlicue writing on sticky note: ‘Unpack into Egyptology. On loan from the D.C. archives.’ He hmms, tossing the sticky note onto the desk and glances around. Waiting for the museum to come to life, and just as the last of the light fades off--he hears the subtle creaking of Rex beginning to move.
“Aaaaaa, how are you my boy?!” Larry looks up from the box, giving a half wave to the walking Roosevelt exhibit.
“Same as yesterday, Teddy.” It's lighthearted as the figure smiles down at Larry, hopping off his horse and looking over the box himself. Inspecting the wood crate, and the red fragile sticker stuck to the side.
“Larry!” The night guard looks up to see Ahkmenrah walking into view, his smile bright and nothing like someone who has spent forever cooped up in that tiny sarcophagus.
“Hey Ahk, just who I needed to see, this is for egyptology. So I thought you’d want to look.” He grabs the information key, or what he thinks would be. “It’s some books, some weapons, and-” His voice trails off as he glances back into the box, eyes wide. “And Ka-ha-mun-raaaaah? Kahamunrah’s wife?” Larry gives up on the name. “A mummy. It's a mummy.”
Ahkmenrah’s expression falls quickly as he rushes forward to read the paper himself, his eyes scan the page and his demeanor darkens as he reads the name of the wife. A dull echo of banging begins to reach his ears, but Ahkmenrah stops Larry from unpacking the box further just yet--a feeling of unease having settled in the room.
“Wait!” Ahkmenrah inhales deeply, “Just wait.” Ahkmenrah pulls out one of the historical books, and opens to the familiar page that details his life. Ahkmenrah’s life. He points at a picture of what would have been a recreation of your face. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N, and she’s the one in this box.” He begins to speak quickly…
Ahkmenrah stands at the palace entrance, his hands folded behind his back as you arrive with your parents. Your father is imposing and your mother endearing, and you are-Ahkmenrah smiles, seeing the softness of your expression. You are awe inspiring. He bows his head as the trio bows lowly to the Prince of Egypt. Their future pharoah. While your father walks off with the war generals, as your mother speaks with the ladies. You look up at the Prince with a smile, your cheeky grin mirroring one of his own as he walks towards you.
“Greeted by Prince Ahkmenrah. I must be special.” He always looked forward to your visits, and the kindness you often showed him with your doting gifts. You traveled with your father, gathering treasures from near and far. Things Ahkmenrah had never seen before, and those knick knacks brought him great joy when you left for months at a time.
“Only if you brought me something.” Your eyes go wide and expression flabbergasted as you laugh. It is a pleasant sound, one that brings a smile to his lips as he moves closer to you.
“Is that all I’m good for? Gifts?” He shrugs, inching closer as his eyes glance around to find the others all gone. Not that anyone would say anything. You were as good as promised to Ahkmenrah, chosen by him above anyone else. He embraces you tightly, his arms lifting you with ease as he spins you around.
“What can I say? Your immaculate taste is superior to anyone else’s gifts.” They’re not gold, or jewels, or things people give to him usually. They are things only you would think to give someone as a gift, specifically him. Once your feet touch the ground, his hands still resting on your biceps with your hands on his waist--just smiling up at him.
“Hmmmm…” You tilt your head back, lips pressed together before sighing and giving in. “I guess your compliments will work this time around.” He gladly returns the smile, as you begin walking towards the palace. His hands fold neatly behind his back as he follows beside you, a skip in his step that was not there earlier. “So what have I missed?” Ahkmenrah thinks for a second, leaning over as he sways.
“Well…” He pauses, “The Pharaoh has made a decision, one he plans to announce tonight, but…” Ahkmenrah draws out his words, his eyes are still joyful, but an unease forms in the pit of your stomach.
“But-?”
“But I wanted to be the one to tell you.” You stiffen, this sounds important. Like the kind of thing he shouldn’t be telling you at all. “I’m to be married by the end of the seventh sunset.” You completely stop in your step, your gift heavy in the pouch and your chest heavier. You feel as though someone- “To you.” At first, you do not register it. Completely, and blissfully unaware of it, but it does register and your smile grows. Everything feels as though it is on fire.
Face to face, you leap into him and feel Ahkmenrah catch you--swaying as he does and you smile. All you can do is smile for a moment. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing could make this better than if you were marrying him tonight.
“That might just top my gift.” You hum, feeling him lower you to the ground, but this time, Ahkmenrah keeps you close. His parents had asked him months ago about marriage, and he pleaded with his father to consider you. You were the only child of the richest merchant, your family had wealth spanning the globe--recognition from other empires and it would be a wise match. But Ahkmenrah also explained his love for you, which will make his rule stronger.
“Oh Y/N, nothing tops something from you.” You could give him a scarf and it would mean the world, and he would shake the heavens and sky to show his thanks.
The banquet comes and goes, the room applauds the engagement and your parents smile with glee. You wooed a pharaoh, and would now take your place as one of the most powerful people in Egypt. You also fell in love, and while that mattered less, it still mattered to them. All through the night and into the early morning, Ahkmenrah does not leave your side even when his lips stain red from wine. He remains solidly at your hip, never too far and never out of reach.
You feel him lean into you, while you do not drink wine, Ahkmenrah accepted far too many glasses and soon enough, you were stumbling through the palace with his arm extended over your neck. His smile is lopsided and eyes dazed as he is unable to stop himself from staring.
“Y/N, did you know you’re beautiful?” You smile to yourself, blushing at the hundredth compliment.
“Ahkmenrah, you’ve only said it thirty times tonight alone.” You listen to the low hum as he leans his head onto your shoulder, which makes it significantly harder to walk towards his room.
“Did I now?” You lightly laugh, taking on more of his weight and continuing the trek.
“Oh yes, and you’ve poured your heart out twice in the last hour.” He nods, his smile growing and so does yours.
You reach his rooms though and the posted guards open the door, and you’d be blind to not notice one of them smiling at the Prince’s constant string of compliments. You murmur a ‘thank you’ before guiding him towards his bed.
Ahkmenrah feels your hands slip away as he sits on the edge of his bed, and he reaches out--making grabby hands as he tries to focus on your form. But the world began to go in and out of focus several hours ago. “Y/NNNNNNNNNN.” You sign, coming closer and placing either of his cheeks in the palm of your hands, feeling the sharp angles, but also soft skin.
“Ahkmenrah…”
“Don’t leave…” You are hesitant as you feel him guiding you towards the pillows, “You always leave, and now you can’t leave.” His words are laced with sadness, and it forces you to recall one thing that sits heavy on your shoulders. It has crossed your mind once or twice, because marrying Ahkmenrah prevents you from traveling as you used to--and you feel guilty for even thinking like that because you do love him.
“I’m just going to my rooms…” You brush dark curls from his forehead, smiling as he lulls. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With soft steps, you retreat from his rooms and begin the walk towards your rooms. The halls are longer now and much quieter, and when steps creep up behind you--unease bubbles to the surface. Something about those heavy steps doesn’t sit right with you. You walk faster and so do they, and you inhale sharply--daring to glance behind, but slow when you see its Kahmunrah.
“Sweet Y/N, you seemed to be rushing. Running away from your promise already.” You smile tightly at the eldest prince, but not the heir. That title belonged to Ahkmenrah alone.
“To your disappointment, no.” He keeps pace with you until the words leave your lips, and then he is grabbing your wrist roughly. Pulling you towards him, his eyes just as dark as you remember them. “So I guess you don’t get to kill me just yet.” Kahmunrah’s fingers tighten, and you feel the bruises forming already. The ache extends into the bone.
“Y/N, you’ll never leave this palace again. Regardless of what happens.” Your eyes flicker from his eyes, to his hand and then back, daring him to hold you any longer. “Take care to remember your commitments. Your priorities.” He smiles, but it is not kind or warm--lacking both entirely.
“I don’t need your veiled threats. I know what has to be done.” His eyes and expression fall completely, and you try not to shake under his glare.
“Trust me. I haven’t even begun to threaten you yet.” But he walks away, and you are left to your thoughts and anxiety. The worry plaguing you time and time again, so much so that sleep becomes impossible.
Exhaustion is creeping up on you, but still you follow through with every celebration and event that follows the announcement banquet. It feels like all of Egypt is outside the palace, waiting for a glimpse of the future Pharaoh’s bride, but you feel disgusting--you feel unworthy. Your bed is not as soft, the walls much too echoey and the noise of the palace seems to dance through the room. Every noise.
There are two brief knocks and then the doors are open, to which you know it is Ahkmenrah… He is stunning as usual, he’s always been perfect even as a child. You would play in the garden’s together for hours on end, your mother’s watching fondly with those knowing looks.
Even then, everyone knew.
“Dearest… Are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.” You roll over, avoiding eye contact as the pillows embrace your form. The distance does not last long as he climbs into the bed, and lies so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m worried…” You try to smile, but he sees right through the attempt and shakes his head. His eyes are full of warmth. “Please? Just tell me… We’re to be married.”
“I can’t sleep…” You mumble, leaving out the why--shrugging when he asks and he just accepts it which hurts even more. You wish he would beg to know, plead, because you’ve never been able to lie to those beautiful brown eyes. He embraces you close and weaves his fingers into your hair, he hushes your thoughts and breaks down your worry. For a second, you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat beneath your head.
Hours passed with you in his arms, Ahkmenrah did not dare move as he went still, then drifted off himself. Were you this worried about marrying him? That you couldn’t even sleep, his own anxiety was more about if it’ll be enough? If he did things the right way? Or needed to do more? He didn’t worry about making you happy, because he had done that your whole life, but now that doubt is beginning to set in.
Ahkmenrah woke slowly, seeing the eyes of his father staring back at him with perplexion as he raised an eyebrow. “Curious…” But he never heard a word after that, save for his mother wacking his arm the next time she saw him.
Yet somehow, you still stand at the edge of forever with Ahkmenrah, your wedding came and went--it passed faster than a blink. The ceremony was long and elaborate, and the banquet that followed lasted for the entire night and once morning came--Ahkmenrah was guiding you to his rooms. Your rooms, as he said. Your stomach twists in a knot as the door opens, the guards gone from their post, but Ahkmenrah says nothing.
You smile up at him as he shuts the door tight, and begins to remove the many jewels that crowd both of your forms. His hands are delicate and every touch is brief, his fingers never linger anywhere too long as his gaze does not waiver. The sensation of your heart pounding in your chest would be enough to shake your entire form, but it doesn’t because he keeps you steady. That’s just who Ahkmenrah is.
“Even without gold, you are the greatest treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, it’s like the words are caught in his throat--like long lulls of music. You tilt your head, studying his expression as he speaks, before stepping forward cautiously. Your eyes just briefly drift down to his chest before reverting back to his eyes, under the light of the fires, his eyes shine brighter than they ever have. Either palm rests on his chest as you bring yourself closer than before, your hands drag until they reach around his neck to undo the ties of the neck adornments.
The clatter of the garments echo off the stone, but walls keep their secrets when he rushes forward to embrace your entire body into his arms. Before, when his lips would brush your own during goodbyes or when he would kiss the back of your hand. They lingered, but you wished they could stay against your skin forever. Every touch and kiss, you feel as though you could live forever beneath warmth.
You tighten your arms around his neck, letting him naturally deepen the kiss as his chest presses heavily into your body--his lips rest just above yours as he speaks in a hum: "My beautiful Queen..."
He looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing in the universe, as if there were not enough jewels and gold to compare to you. That kind of look, it should send shivers down your spine, but instead you feel a swell of anxiety mount. Yet his kisses shut the feelings away as your back presses into the mattress--when all is said, and all is done--you love Ahkmenrah.
So much so that as his lips trail down your neck, and you catch a glimpse of the flames from your place in the pillows--you try to let the comfort embrace you. But the flames twinkle and fade away, and your eyes blur from the mist that forms. His hands brace on either side of your body, but once the flame has completely extinguished--there begins the echo of swords.
Ahkmenrah's eyes widen as he sits up, his attention shifting, but as the swords fade away--you see him shake it off, as if pushing it to the back of his mind. However, when the screams begin to bounce off the walls like the applause from earlier, Ahkmenrah climbs to his feet. His steps are hesitant as the dissent grows closer to the door, but it leaves him open to one attack. One moment, because he didn't think the attack would come from you.
Your hand curls around the hilt of the blade, the memory of leaving it there when you brought him to his chambers wine drunk, enters your mind. You see it flash, as your face contorts and eyes mist over. You wish you could close your eyes, and let someone else do the deed, but you can't. Instead, you release a long held breath and crawl to your feet. Ahkmenrah never saw it comes, but as you reach around quickly and push the blade deep into his chest--you begin to sob, finally able to make a sound.
All of Egypt moves in slow motion, every noise in the palace is muted as you feel him grow weary beneath your palms. His body going limp as he locks his gaze on you, those brown eyes full of betrayal. Using whatever strength you can muster, you drag him onto the bed and feel as if the Gods are ripping your skin away--layer by layer. Every nerve is exposed as you cry out, for Ahkmenrah, for the only love you ever knew. You cup his cheeks, his tears burn your hands and you wish they would scar you forever--to carve up your skin, in the same way that you feel.
Maybe then your heart would hurt less.
"I'm so sorry...." You break down, kissing his temple as you see him struggle to breath. Every break in breath that he tries to grasp, seems to shutter and lock. "I will never forgive myself... I-I am-m sorry." You tremble, your body swaying as the entire future you imagined for yourself falls from the heavens. No one will ever forgive you for this, and you don't expect Ahkmenrah to. Not that it matters, you see the blood sputter from his lips as he chokes on the essence meant to keep him alive. You listen to him struggle, hear his pain and its your own personal torture as you press your forehead to his, and just for a moment--he is only your love.
"I'll make it all stop." You whisper the words, but your suffering has only begun. You adjust your grip, the angle and run the blade deeper. And if he could be betrayed further, his eyes would have darkened a shade.
Then he goes still.
You had to do this, end his suffering--you can only look at him before you scream. You let your cries break the walls of the palace, and burn into the memories of all that can hear. Your heart shattered before you, a blade run through his heart entirely. You did this.
You just didn't know the last thing he heard was your screams, and for a moment, he felt pity for you.
Larry's eyes go wide as Ahkmenrah finishes, his eyes locked on the box and the book in the Pharaoh's hands. "So...We're not..." Ahkmenrah glances down at the box, the pounding having faded off the moment he began to speak. Maybe his own voice shocked you enough, just as your sudden appearance here.
"They were my wife first." He whispers quietly, every fiber of his being had thought you died right after him. Larry didn't even think it was possible for Ahkmenrah to cry, had never seen him emotional like this, but his eyes have glassed over. Yet the softness does not last as he throws the book onto the box, the clatter echoing through the quiet museum. "MY WIFE?!" The pounding regains its muster, and this time, Larry can hear the screams as Ahkmenrah walks away.
Larry clasps his hands together, glancing at his watch-- wow, only an hour, he still has ten more hours in here. As much as he wants to keep this crazy woman away from his friend, he has to unpack the exhibit. No one helps the nightguard, you were frightening to them--someone who hurt their friend.
It is a slow process, and meticulous as he sets aside the relics--books, goblets, crowns, jewels, and a blade. You have gone still, and as Larry pries open the lid to the box that contains you--he is shocked to see you curled into the wood. You do not look at him, but instead speak hushly.
"The universe in all its cruelty has brought me here to face my sins." There is a tremor to your voice, Ahkmenrah described you as jovial, but you seem as though you were broken many times over.
"Yeah well, you did kill him." You side eye the man, before sitting up just enough to look him in the eye.
"It was me, or his Kahmunrah... I made it quick..." You pause, "Kahmunrah was going to hang him from a post and whip him until he died." Even in death, as you rise from the box and onto your feet, Larry sees regalty. You are dressed ornately. "I gave him mercy."
"Did you tell him that?" He holds out his hand and guides you out of the box, your bare feet touching the cool floor.
"It was always my burden to bare."
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You walk the halls of the museum with curiosity, the world has changed so much. Things are different, the air feels different, but you don't. You feel the guilt of your life, and the pain of your death echo through every step. Larry had offered to give you a tour, but the idea of being near someone after so long, makes your stomach twist in a knot. Familiarity begins to form as the walls turn to stone, and the statues become reminiscent of the palace... Then you see him, and you stop entirely.
What is air? You don't know because your lungs are stuck in a single position, and unable to inhale. He looks the same, stunning--with beautiful brown eyes, full of betrayal. Just as you remember.
"Go..." His voice is lower, and you cannot bring yourself to walk closer, or walk away. You just go still. Ahkmenrah finally looks at you. "Why can't you just go?" The pain is becoming clearer, visible in the glassiness of his eyes.
"I never loved him... I swear..." You close your eyes, but force yourself to look at him. To face your punishment. "Ahkmenrah... I did my best for you, he was going to torture you. Going to prolong your pain, until begged." Your lip trembles as you find the courage to step forward, "I wanted you to go quick, I thought he'd kill me for taking that away from him."
Ahkmenrah watches you crumble as a thought hits him, one that is heartbreaking. "You don't look any older."
"He wanted to be you, so he married me and took your throne. And when he found out that I would never love him, he gave me the death, he planned for you." You struggle to find the words, but Ahkmenrah knows there true. He knows Kahmunrah, in all his cruelty, would do that. You raise your shoulders back and close your eyes, before dropping to your knees. "I submit to your judgement, as my king."
You do not dare open your eyes as the last words leave your lips, you go still with your palms laid out on your thighs. Your head bent, you hold only the honor that you never bowed to Kahmunrah. You may not see him, but you feel him standing in front of you--the closest you've been in centuries.
He does not strike you. Or throw you. Or yell. Instead, you feel his hands wrap around yours, and the ache begins to grow. Your chest is expanding and your heart pounding, just as it did then. So you open your eyes and find him knelt in front of you, and you get to look him eye to eye.
"I never wanted to be your king. Only your love."
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happy new years here’s my favorite exhibits and a roadkill squirrel
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The brainrot is real
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Night at the Museum Masterlist
Ahkmenrah
Slayer of Lions - Fluff
When the lion gets loose, it’s up to on very powerful warrior to save the hot Pharoah from becoming its meal.
Headcanons for Being Taller than Ahk
All Hallow’s Eve - Fluff, Halloween
As it turns out, a mummy and a witch are a match made in heaven, especially on Halloween.
Headcanons for Being an Artist and Dating Ahk
Physics Homework - Fluff
He may be old fashioned, but Ahk still loves to support you while you’re working on homework, even if he doesn’t understand it.
Story Time - Fluff
Once upon a time, a storyteller fell in love with a Pharoah, and it was up to a tiny cowboy and a tiny centurion to make it happen.
Closed Spaces - Fluff
Hide and Seek is fun and games until you find yourself locked in a closet with a claustrophobic mummy.
My Boyfriend the Pharoah - Fluff
You’re a new museum employee who’s not yet in on the big secret that the hot actor playing the mummy isn’t an actor…
Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)
Unexpected and Unusual - Fluff, Soulmate AU
While catching up with your old college friend, Larry, you learn he knows your soulmate. It’s not until you get to the museum, however, that you realize just how strange the circumstances surrounding your destiny are…
Growth Spurt - Fluff
When a battle breaks out at the Smithsonian, you need all the help you can get. Your magic, however, has a mind of its own.
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Welcome
Characters:
• Ahkmenrah
• Kamunrah
• Al Capone
• Napoleon Bonaparte
• Larry Daily
• Jed
• Oct
Do’s
• Fluff
• Angst
• Romance
• Character x reader only
• Ships for character x reader only
Don’t(s)
• Smut
• Explicit scenes
• Rape/incest scenes
• Underaged marriage
• Toxic relationships
• Past/present abuse
• Animal abuse
• Pregnancy scenes
• I won’t tolerate with Reposters/stealing
• Male x male
• Female x female
Additional information
• If you’re uncertain of an idea you may have, you may dm it to me
• Don’t be shy to send in a request
• I only write for the characters I have listed!
• Be nice or go away
• I will do my best to update regularly
• I do follow backs!
• I’m open to collaborating!!
Thats all I have for now!
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Ahkmenrah x Reader: Sarcophagus
Word Count: 1,276
Warnings/Notes: Jump scare via Ahkmenrah yelling and the Reader not expecting that at all.
Summary: The Reader is cataloging in the museum past closing, they are surprised to see the sarcophagus of the pharaoh Ahmenrah shaking and someone yelling from within it. Will the Reader stay to figure things out, or will a night guard find them first before they can truly help Ahk?
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The echo of footsteps came and went. Some lingered with more interest than others. It was the usual sound of a museum. Quiet murmuring of the exhibits and the curiosities the guests held for anything unusual or a spark of amazement.
The Museum of Natural History held such wonder. Though the amount of visitors came in few as years went by, that statistic never curved your interest. Which was all the more reason why you found yourself there presently.
You had checked your watch again as it neared the time of closing. But with such interest and focus, it was easy to lose track of time. The object of your gaze for the past couple of hours resided in the Ancient Egyptian exhibit. Within it, the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah and a collection of his belongings, found in his tomb alongside him decades ago.
Sketching in the next hieroglyph into your notebook, you were determined to complete one more row before leaving for the night. It may not be the most exciting task to the others, especially to anyone who noticed, but you enjoyed it. Honestly, you would not be doing it if you dreaded it. Not everyone could say the same, you were thankful that you could.
As the hieroglyphs began to fill another line on the page, you muttered to yourself. It was a thought, that perhaps you should have left enough space on the page between the lines for your translations. At least it was merely a minor inconvenience.
Unknowingly to you through your mutterings, the golden tablet displayed on the wall above began to glow.
The sun had set. The exhibits within the museum started to awaken for the night. Every night like the one before. You, however, were the only difference. Completely focused, and yet utterly oblivious.
Kneeling down, you inspected the last hieroglyph. Or, at least, the last one to draw for the day. “I can’t believe they took this out of a tomb,” you grumbled to yourself, “I guess it was easier for them to clear out and transport these magnificent archeological finds than create a replica. Display purposes and no doubt—”
“AHHHH!”
“AHH!” You spun onto the floor in fright. Looking for the ongoing source of your initial panic, you saw no one behind you. No one except the sarcophagus. The shaking sarcophagus.
This was not a case of caffeine jitters or accidentally falling asleep during work. No, the confines of the sarcophagus were indeed yelling and the pins holding the lid on were rattling as fast as your heart.
Had you entered a scene in a horror movie, or was someone pulling an elaborate trick on you? If the latter, you were sure to exchange some professionally heated words with them. Tampering with a mummy that needed proper care to remain well preserved required the utmost respect.
Thinking more about a sneaky trick, you frowned. “Stop shouting.”
All sounds ceased.
Peering around, you expected at least one other person to come jogging into the Temple room to free their colleague. But silence remained.
Slowly, you stood to your feet and walked forward. “I’m crazy.” As you looked down upon the golden face, your breath caught. Could you have been imagining all of this? “Just…don’t scare me this time,” you requested in a small voice.
“My apologies,” a muffled voice spoke earnestly from within the sarcophagus.
“I am crazy,” you sighed. “I’m talking to an ancient mummy in a museum.”
“I am Ahkmenrah. Fourth King of the Fourth King, Ruler of the land of my fathers. Please, release me.”
“And you’re…alive? How?” You asked, absolutely dumbfounded.
“My tablet, it brings life to everything in this museum at night.”
Turning around, you tilted your head curiously. The tablet of Ahkmenrah. Made of solid gold, it was seen as the most prized possession within the entire collection. Even more than the pharaoh himself.
“Why are you trapped? Have you not told either of the night guards?”
Though muffled through his wrappings and his sarcophagus, you could clearly identify sorrow when you heard it.
“I do not truly know. I have called out each night for years, but to no prevail”
“Alright,” you took a steadying breath. Stepping over to your right, you aligned the palms of your hands with the side of the stone slab. It was the original lid to the rectangular coffin, but was placed in such a way to have the decorative face of the sarcophagus on display. “This goes against my better judgement…and my favorite 1999 film.”
Pushing against the heavy block, it hardly budged. With a shift of your feet, you got better footing. “Come on,” you strained, putting as much of your body weight into your effort as possible.
One more try, and your shoe slipped, squeaking beneath you as your chest hit the lid. “Ah,” you winced. Shaking your head slowly, winded. You stood back up/straighter. “I’m sorry—I…I’m not strong enough.”
Ahkmenrah was silent. Not a shake of his voice or embellished lid.
“Maybe I can get a friend of mine, a colleague, to help me tomorrow night,” you offered, making your way back over to his golden likeness. “Would that be all right?”
“Yes. That would be wonderful,” he replied. A lightness that was not in his voice before, shined.
“I don’t want you to feel alone otherwise.”
“Thank you.”
Before you could add any more to the conversation, you stopped. Footsteps from the hall outside made its way into the room. And then a voice. Polite yet firm in acknowledging your presence.
“It’s past closing,” he announced, making your head snap up in his direction.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” you stood straighter, “I guess I just lost track of time.”
The light glinted off of his white hair as he stepped up to the small roped off barricade in front of the case. “Admiring history will do that to you,” he nodded.
“Yes.” Internally, you hesitated, but dared not show it. You were given permission to be there. It was a part of your profession.
His brows rose. “Getting acquainted with the pharaoh?”
“Yes, I just had to admire him for a little while longer—after cataloging the hieroglyphs, of course.”
“Yes, of course.”
Remembering, you turned around to retrieve your notebook and pen. Hastily, you stashed them away into your bag. “I won’t keep you any longer, I know you gentlemen have a very important job to do.” Standing back up, you avoided taking a glance at Ahkmenrah’s tablet. You were not sure of the night guards’ reasons for keeping the pharaoh locked away, but you did not want to venture into such a conversation at the moment.
“Here, I’ll walk you out,” he offered when you turned back around/toward him.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Holding your bag closer to yourself, you quietly walked between the two lines of the pillars. You kept to yourself all the more when eerie crackling sounds from the tall Anubis statues reached your ears. Chills ran over your skin.
Leaving the Temple of Ahkmenrah exhibit, you played the ignorance card hard. With your notebook back in your hand, you kept your eyes down. Trained to the paper in front of your face, you ignored every sound and movement. And as you reached the revolving doors at the front of the museum, you were certain that you could not ‘accidentally’ stay late again. Something was going on in that museum, but no one else knew. You could only hope to find a suitable reason to be near Ahkmenrah after hours again. Your curiosity and perhaps his sanity depended on it.
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Thank you for reading! Be sure to check out my Masterlist for more fanfictions :)
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Imagine being Dr. McPhee's daughter and falling in love with Pharaoh Ahkmenrah
Masterlist
#night at the museum#battle of the smithsonian#secret of the tomb#ahkmenrah#ahkmenrah x reader#ahkmenrah imagine#imagines#night at the museum imagines#falling in love#museum of natural history#new york city
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His Queen Pt4
2006
Once again I wake up in the crampt space
"hal ant mustayqiz hubiy" (Are you awake my love?) I hear Ahk say next to me, muffled by the badges that I know are around him as they are me
"naeam eazizati" (yes dear) I reply just as muffled. I then hear Ahk banging on his sarcophagus, I sigh knowing this happens every time we awaken
"Yell all you want Pharaoh. You've been in there 54 years, your not getting out tonight" I hear a man sternly say
"tahdiat malakiun" (calm my king) I calmly say wanting to listen to what the man is saying to I believe someone else
"There's the source of all this commotion. The Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Arrived here in 1952 from the Nile Expedition. On that night, everything in this museum came to life and every night since"
"So everything in this museum comes to life every night?"
"Exactly" the two men continue to talk
"And I'm supposed to do what?"
"Your the night watchmen Lawrence. A venerable position in this institution" the one man yells which makes the other one scream
"limadha" (why?) I sigh to myself
"If that one is Ahkmenrah" I presume the man Laurence is pointing at Ahks sarcophagus "this must be..."
"Amunet, his Queen, indeed Laurence"
"Not much is knows about her, just she only ruled alongside her husband for 10 months before dying during childbirth" I chuckle to myself knowing that was incorrect
"Come on lad"
"Alright, ok. This is impossible"
"Nothing's impossible if it can be dreamed it can be done" the voices get quieter as I think they must be leaving. That night Ahk and I talk and reminisce about our time in Egypt.
Talking to one another and our past continues on to the next night, but the night after I'm woken up to the sound of a roar, which isn't uncommon, but tonight something feels different
"ya hubiy , yabdu al'amr kama law 'anana numnan lifatrat 'atwal. 'asheur kama shaeurt eindama aistayqazna lilmarat al'uwlaa" (my love, it feels as though we have slept longer. I feel as I did when we awoke for the first time) my eyes widen wondering what has been going on
"asheur bih aydan" (I feel it too) just the we hear a yell
"Nicky!" it sounds like Laurence
"Just in time Larry. We were just locking up" a voice I recognise says, so it isn't Laurence then it's Larry? this kinda sounds muffled which means they aren't to close, but the real question is who are all of these new people?
"Sleep tight hotshot"
"Teddy, Teddy if your out there I need you pal!" I hear Larry yell
"ma aladhi yahduth hunaka?" (whats going on out there?) I ask, but I know Ahk will also be wondering the same as me. I can still hear talking but it's not clear.
Ahk continues to scream and yell to get some one to let him and I out when finally I hear a crash
"Hey, hi. How you doing? Sorry to bother you, but your guys there, your jackal guys. Do you think you could ask them to back off please? 'cause we're not trying to hurt you and I think they think we are. Think you could possibly do it, now!" Ahk yells in Egyptian for our jackals to stop "thank you" this Larry breathes out
"tamsik bihabiy , sa'akhrujuk" (hang on my love, I'll get you out) Ahk says groaning
"Dad!" a little boy yells, maybe this is Nicky? I hear Ahk cough
"You would not believe how stuffy it is in there" finally I can hear my sarcophagus open up. I sit up and feel someone, most likely Ahkmenrah taking my bandage off. When I open my eyes I see him in front of me, my handsome husband, not aged a single bit from when I last saw him. He helps me out of my sarcophagus when I see a little boy and man stood in our tomb
"How come you can speak English? can you speak English?" the little boy asks
"We went to Cambridge university" I speak in English
"You went to Cambridge?"
"We we're on display in the Egyptology Department. I am Ahkmenrah, forth king of the fourth king, ruler of the land of my fathers"
"And I am Amunet daughter of the moon God"
"Ughh I'm Larry, son of Milton, and this is my son, Nick. And we hail from Brooklyn" Larry speaks "well I do. I mean he comes out and stays with me on Wednesdays and ever other weekend. That was the err custody agreement that we had" Ahk and I look at one another confused before looking back at Larry and Nick
"Larry Nick guardians of Brooklyn, we are forever in your dept. Now bestow the tablet upon me so that I may assume command of my kingdom"
"Oh yes. Ok the tablet. I would... love to bestow it upon you, but we don't actually have it"
"Excuse me?" I step forward frowning "we're is it?"
"It's been stolen, ask your jackal friends to open up the gate and we will get it back to... bestow it to you" I look at Ahks face to see he's looks furious.
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Would anything really happen to the exhibits if they died?
I mean, some of them come to life from inanimate objects, but Ahkmenrah, Dexter and Rexy were already alive at one point.
So if, say for example, Jed died in the hour glass, and his body was still fine, would he just come back to life the next night? I mean, Teddy got cut right in half in the first movie, and he was fine by the end of the night.
So imagine Octavius has to watch him die, and greive, and mourn, and Jed just wakes up the next night, not understanding what happened or why he's in a box, and where everyone is. And they're both traumatized in different ways.
Gosh I need multiple versions of this fic
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T-Shirts I Think Ahkmenrah Would Wear When He Started Wearing Modern Clothes
(some of the pictures aren't t-shirts but just use yr imagination)
#not NATM search related but whatever#this post does not reflect the opinions of NATM search just mine :)#natm#night at the museum#natm fandom#ahkmenrah
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