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deluluismysoluluwby · 5 months

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My A'aru, My Heaven

Pairing: Ahkmenrah x Fem/Maybe Genderfluid Reader

Summary: A taste testing night with a sprinkle of love (and religion ig)

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, extreme fluff, err fluff, more fluff, Cussing maybe, spelling and grammar mistakes, controversial topic, religion, me writing Christianity as someone who is not Christian, uhhh lmk if i need to put any other warnings???? idk

Note: yall the ahkmenrah brain rot is ... rotting? my brain? so hard

Alsooooooo this is my first fic (on this acc, posted anyway) so be easy

*A'aru is the Egyptian equivalent of Heaven for Christians <33 #wikipedia

You rip open a colorful package and hand it to Ahkmenrah.

"Here, these are gummy worms."

The Pharoah looked alarmed. "You eat…worms?"

You laugh. "Theyre not real worms. Here, just try one."

Ahk glances at you, unconvinced, but he takes a red and blue gummy in between his fingers and nibbles at it.

"Hm."

"Well?" You bit into yours and watched his reaction.

He shrugs. "Theyre… enjoyable, I suppose, but I don't prefer them myself."

You grin. "Yeah, me niether, I just wanted to see what you thought." You turn in your criss-cross-applesauce position on the floor in Ahkmen's exhibit to pick out a new candy and come back with two tin wrapped chocolate pieces. Picking one out, you hand it to him. "Have a Kiss," you joke.

Ahk stares at the candy in his hand, then back at you. "S-sorry?"

You look back at him, then realizing he wouldn't know the name of this candy, you laugh. "It's the name of the candy. Hershey Kisses." He slowly smiles. "Well, I wouldn't say no to a kiss, either." You roll your eyes. "Seriously-"

Ahk cuts you off with his lips. You lean into the kiss, setting your 'Kiss' down and running your hands up his torso and into his hair, letting your fingers tangle there. He cups your face with one hand and places the other on his sarcophagus case behind you, pressing you against it. You let him, knowing he usually doesn't take control like this.

After a moment, Ahk breaks away and breaths heavily, catching his breath.

"Do I really take away your breath that bad?" You joke, panting.

He runs his thumb against your bottom lip, his eyes flitting between your lips and your eyes. "Yes," He says simply. "You do."

You feel yourself blush and you smile. "Love you too, Ahk," was all you could get out.

Ahk smiles back and brushes his lips against your temple, then leans back, letting you have your space to continue taste-testing modern candy.

You resume your earlier position and cross your legs, pressing your knee against his as you grab your Hersheys. "Come on, eat it."

He groans but takes it and unwraps it with your guidance. He pops it into his mouth and his eyes widen.

You grin at him. "Right? Personally I prefer caramel with my chocolate, but I figured start small, y'know?"

Ahk slowly chews it. "Holy Ra. This is chocolate?" His mouth is still full, and you giggle at his bad manners. "Don't talk with your mouth full. Come on, King Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth kingdom of Egypt and all things fancy, have better manners." You tease and pause. "But yeah, it's chocolate. Although I'd describe it as heaven."

The Pharoah glanced at you, opening another Hershey. "I thought you said that was a place."

You nod, taking the Kiss out of his hands, throwing in the air, and catching it with your mouth. "Yeah. The place that Christians beleive is the perfect afterlife."

Ahk glares at you but otherwise ignores your theft. "You cant call a taste or an object heaven, then. It'd go against grammar rules and the belief of a Chrisin."

Swallowing, you shrug. "First of all, it's Christian, second of all, I don't think they care anymore, although don't quote me on that. My ma's Christian, and she refers to my mother as heaven."

He frowns, thinking. "So, you can call your other half 'heaven'?"

"Some people do," you pause. "Well. I've only ever heard it from my parents, and also Bruno Mars, but I think if someone says it in public, it's considered PDA. Public displays of affection." You reply to his confused look.

Ahk nods. "And thats… frowned upon." You make an "eh" sound. "Well, people don't particularly like it, but it's not as bad as, like, racism or something. Far from it." You scoff.

"So, for a… hypothetical example… I could call you heaven, but only in… private."

You turn and stare at him, a blush forming "W-well, yes, I-"

He kisses you, effectively shutting you up. You lose all train of thought, lost in his touch. He pulls you close, practically onto his lap before pulling away.

"You're my heaven." Ahk smiles at you, and you smile back.

"And you're my A'aru."

Your Pharoah, your king, your Ahk, your little slice of heaven, in your little corner of home.

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nyahkmenrah · 7 months

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My theory on how the tablet works!

I’ve been thinking about the tablet a lot (as one does), and I believe I’ve cracked the code.

This is going to be long, buckle up.

So we know from the 3rd movie it's blessed by Khonsu and activates under the moonlight, needed to be exposed to moonlight every so often to retain its power. The fact it's been blessed by a god implies that the Egyptian gods and their realms actually do exist in this universe. We know there's an underworld because Kah tried to open it up in the second movie. Weather other pantheons exist is unknown, but the Egyptian one absolutely does in this universe.

Since the is an underworld and thus an afterlife, I think that the tablet works by placing the soul of a person/being into the object it's bringing to life.

The whole reason the tablet was created was so Ahk and his parents could be together forever even after death, the whole point of it is to resurrect the dead. So the enchantment is one that takes the soul of a dead being and places it back into the body as long as it's nearby enough to the tablet, and under the light of the moon/ charged with the moon. I do find Khonsu an odd choice for resurrection magic, since he's not really a death god. But he is a moon god and watches over night travellers, both living and dead. So the fact the tablet brings the beings back to life at night checks out.

1. What can come to life?

We also know that objects that aren't a corpse like Ahk can be animated. Like the minis and wax figures. Not just people but animals like Dexter and Rexy. So I think the rule there is that as long as it resembles a living being, real or mythical it can come to life.

2. Who can come to life and how?

If the figure represents a specific person (Teddy, Sacajawea, Atilla etc) the tablet will place that persons soul into the figure and that person will come to life with the memories, personality etc if that person carried by the soul.

If the figure doesn't represent a particular person, the tablet will find a soul that somewhat matches the figure and use that. Like the minis. Because let's be honest there's no way the museum named every single mini and modelled them all after real people. So the tablet saw a figure of a Roman general, found the soul of Gauis Octavius who was a known Roman general and placed his soul in the figure. It saw a cowboy, and picked a soul from that same area and time period to place into the figure. The real Jedediah was actually a mountain man, but mountain men and cowboys are similar enough the tablet made that figure Jedediah Strong Smith anyway.

In the case of animals, the same rule applies. If the figure represents a particular animal (like the space monkey Abe from the second movie) it'll put that soul in the figure. If it's just a random animal it'll just put a random animals soul that matches the species and time period.

And in the case of mythical creatures, it'll create a kind of puedo-soul to fill it. Lancelot isn't actually a real person, but it is likely he was inspired by real people. So the tablet saw a figure meant to be lancet and took the soul of a knight that inspired Lancelot, made some tweaks and put it into Lancelot figure. And with creatures like the giant snake thing (I can't remember the name) from the third movie it did something similar, taking several snakes souls and giving each head one of them. Similarly, the Anubis-Jackal guards that protect Ahkmenrahs exhibit are probably pseudo-souls created using warriors/guards and jackals. Made with the intent to protect Ahkmenrah and his belongings.

With the artworks, it again depends on who or what the art is depicting. If it's just a scenery, it'll simply open up a kind of pocket dimension (like the ones Larry jumped through in the 2nd movie) that resembles the scenery. If it's depicting a real person, it'll put that persons soul in. If it's depicting random people it'll place a soul from the time period in. As well as creating a pocket dimension of that place and time for the people to exist in.

Like the the photo of the solider kissing the nurse, it took a the souls of people from the time period and placed them into the photo. In the case of this particular photo, the subjects in the picture are unknown although some contenders exist, and are still alive. So the tablet kinda just took a random set of souls from the time and shoved them in, the man being kissed in this tablet pocket dimension photo ended up being Joey Motorola who was one of the people who invented the mobile phone. Larry accidentally created a time anomaly that day, when he dropped his phone in the painting and Joey picked it up, reverse engineering it to make the phone.

Btw Joey is played by Jay Baruchel, who is the voice of Hiccup and I can't ever un-hear him as Hiccup from my HTTYD days. So when he talks in the movie I was all "omg hiccup?"

Anyway-

3. How real are the living figures?

We know they can be hurt, as when Jed and Octavius were still in their enemies phase of their enemies to lovers arc, they whack each other up and react in pain. We also know they can eat and drink, since there's a set of advertisement skits for the 3rd movie that shows them eating and drinking. For people like Ahk, real corpses reanimated it'd simply just be their bodies reanimating and the tablets magic allowing them to function. In cases where they're missing organs, like Ahk being mummified as thus having his organs taken out or, being made of wax etc and not having organs, the tablet with simulate them. Allowing them to eat, drink, get tired and out of breath after running etc.

So yes, that means you could probably do the no pants dance with one of the exhibits because they'd have simulated organs.

But, they can't die. Not unless the tablet does. We see them start to loose life in the 3rd movie. Ahk stars to mummify and the others start to act up and freeze. But we know they can't die any other way because Teddy literally got chopped in half in the first movie and was able to just melt some wax to put himself back together. Jed and Octavius definitely should have died in that RC car crash too, but they lived. And if Jed ended up covered in sand by that hourglass, he's likely not fully die since he can't, but he'd definitely be in constant agony breathing in sand and basically endlessly suffocating. And we've established they can still be hurt, so he'd be... alive but very traumatised. Not fun.

The tablet simulates restores or simulates bodily function by putting that soul into the vessel. It's magic keeps them alive until the sun comes up.

4. Other powers.

We do see that the tablet can do some other things, in the first movie when Ahk says some commands to it and it pulls all the exhibits back to the museum. That is a power I can understand since you know, Khonsu, watcher over travellers. Makes sense the tablet can draw people to a meeting point.

It can also open portals, as shown in the second movie. Now you could argue the painting pocket dimension things are portals, which is just a side effect of brining in animated objects to life. I'd assume the only portals it can open is the underworld one, since the original purpose of the tablet was to resurrect the dead, you might need to get the dead from the underworld for that. And those painting ones which wasn't the initial plan, just a side effect.

But that's all we really see it do. So I don't really know what else it could do.

TLDR:

The tablet was originally made to resurrect the dead, being blessed by Khonsu. The tablet works by placing a soul into a vessel, allowing it life. The soul carries the memories and personality etc of the person it once was. The vessel it's in has simulated body functions. It can also draw people to a meeting point and open portals. All of this does fit with the kind of powers Khonsu would be able to grant as a moon god and watcher of night travellers both living and dead. It needs moonlight every so often to stay 'charged'. It responds to the ancient Egyptian language, certain symbols of tiles in a particular order and likely can only be activated by Ahkmenrah and his families use.

And there you go, that's my theory on how the tablet works. That's all I got for now, I'd I find anything else I'll add it in.

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hypnotiiize · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: i’m american, so i will be using a lot of american terminology, probably without even realizing fr. just a warning. on that same note, they’re gonna sound like new yorkers. im not talking like AHK LEMME GET A BACON EGG AND CHEESE but you gotta roll w it cause im boutta make it really fun for myself. also she’s Black.

There was the sweep of his fingers against the inside of her wrist before there was anything else, and for a moment she was sure that he could feel the nervous thrum of her pulse.

In the next moment came the panic of what he would assume: that the sporadic beat of her heart was due to his effect on her, despite the less-than-friendly words she tossed at him offhandedly. Though there was something on his face that stopped her worries in their tracks, the parting of his full lips an indication of the words he either could not or would not say. The latter seemed most likely.

There wasn’t anything he could not say to her, hating the feeling of being confined to social niceties. His words, sharp in nature yet flat in tone, were always said carelessly. She would just smile daringly at him. There would be a second where he wasn’t so confident with his insult (because, um, who smiles when they’re insulted?), and then would come her well-crafted retort. He would roll his eyes, take a moment to recoup, and then insult her once more. So went the cycle that they existed within.

In the very beginning, when their work together was brand new and therefore fragile, he’d dreaded having to face her. She was excitable and loud, though for someone so ditzy she sure was quick on her feet. He had a sneaking suspicion that ditziness was a ploy used to lure in prey and strike just when they least expected it. There was always something else she would say, always a step she would take further, always a match she would propel into the fire. She never knew went to let an argument go— this being the very complaint he’d heard about himself many times in his life— and she could hold a grudge like she was paid to do it. She made him feel for the people he’d annihilated verbally in his past, as he, too, could feel his resolve breaking with each “Mhm, yeah, okay” she’d slipped in just as he’d tried to get the last word.

The arguments won were split fifty-fifty between the two. He’d counted.

Make it fifty-one, forty-nine, in his favor, ever since her little stint had almost gotten them caught.

The tips of her ears went hot when his win was incontrovertible. She knew he’d been proven right just as they’d heard a gentle voice ask “Did you hear that?” from the window they were crouched underneath.

He’d known it, too. He would boast later, he decided, just as he felt a cold hand press against his mouth. His brown eyes flashed in shock as they slid to the woman at his side, his hand flying around her wrist as a result of his own panic.

“Trent.” She hissed his name and gripped the neck of his shirt, her lips curled in a way that reminded him of his grandmother as she spoke through her teeth, “I swear to God if they hear us you’re gonna get it.”

He rolled his eyes at the threat, well aware of the substance they usually lacked. He could knock on one of her threats and hear an echo from just how hollow they were. For all the admittedly creative hypotheticals she would hurl his way, the most she’d actually done was chuck her shoe at him.

“You’re not gonna do anything,” he called her bluff, the palm over his mouth making his words come out like whomp whomp whomp whomp whomp.

“Oh yeah? I’m not gonna do anything?” she asked, deciphering his sentence lightning-fast.

If she were anyone else, he would have been alarmed. He would’ve felt his stomach twist with the fright of wondering just who had him hemmed up against the side of his best friend’s family home. But she was herself. And she had the weirdest particular set of skills he had seen since the Taken movies.

He nodded fearlessly. “Yeah.” Whomp.

She smirked something wicked. If she’d had a sister, a dusty old Kansas home would’ve fallen on her at that very moment, leaving her to be robbed for her shoes by some American girl and her dog. He could hear the music in his head– the fast-paced, creepy instrumental that accompanied her hopping onto the nearest broomstick to go torment some other footballer.

“I will show up to one of your games with your kit on, in your section,” she said, a calculated punishment indeed. His blood ran cold as she leaned in closer, speaking slowly, “And I will tell everyone that I’m your Fiancée. Everyone, Trent. Ev-er-y-one.”

He could hear it then: her maniacal, witchy laughter. He could even see the green shade of her skin, though when a car passed he’d found it’d just been from shoddy lighting reflecting across the leaves.

Whomp whomp whomp whomp.

“Oh, they’ll believe me, alright. I mean, look at us.” She whipped her phone from her back pocket and pressed the power button, bringing her screen to life. His fingers tightened a bit around her wrist as his eyes bugged out. finding the two of them set as her lock screen.

There, set on her phone and visible just underneath the time marker, was a picture of the two of them. He stared at himself through the camera, his arms wrapped comfortably around the woman’s waist as if he held her every day. His fingers were curled into a fist around the fabric of her tight-fitting shirt, gripping her like he could not bear living a life without feeling her skin against his own. His cheek rested against the crown of her head, peaceful and content. He seemed as if he were caught mid-wistful sigh, a relaxed smile on his face. Her own eyes pierced through his soul even through the phone screen as she smiled softly. Her left hand was placed over his heart and there, on her fourth finger, rested the largest diamond he had seen since that one Beyoncé music video.

He had only ever seen love like that immortalized in old picture albums. He recalled thumbing through pages of his own grandfather wrapped around his grandmother in the same real, enamored way.

For a second he questioned if he had proposed.

Whomp whomp whomp whomp?

“Yeah, I photoshopped it. It’s pretty good, right?!” She wiggled her eyebrows at him tauntingly before tilting her phone to and fro. “Look! If I move this phone fast enough, you can’t even see where I cropped your mother out.”

She was more devious than The Joker.

He was, admittedly, a little awed.

The gentle thrum of her pulse against his ring finger served as a reminder of her humanness. He would often forget that she, too, lived. To him, she was merely an entity. To him, she appeared here and then to annoy him for two hours, and then she ceased to exist. But the bone he held in his hands threw a wrench in his theory. Suddenly, she was real. Suddenly, she was breakable. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this.

The sound of the backdoor sliding open drifted to them through the silent night, and in his panic, he pressed his own hand to her mouth. They huddled closer together (they would never address this, of course), her hand over his heart despite the phone she held.

He could feel her breath against his hand, could feel the humidity of her exhales in his palm– yet another reminder of her mortality. Under his ring finger, her pulse sped. He tugged her closer to him, holding her tighter, securing her safety. Her anxiety would get them both caught and that simply couldn’t happen.

“It was out here?” Trent’s best friend asked as he stepped onto his patio.

At once, Trent pondered what would happen if Mason had happened to find them hidden in his backyard. He struggled, momentarily, to figure out what his excuse would be. The truth seemed so bizarre he was sure Mason would think he was lying, anyway. There was no sane way to say that he and this girl, who was by all accounts a random to him, had teamed up to conquer Mason’s love life.

“Yes,” replied the girl’s own best friend. Alicia stepped out behind Mason, sounding a little stressed as Mason began to trot further into his backyard, “Aye. Aye, what are you doing? Come here. Stay. Mason, stay.”

Mason turned on his heel, laughing loudly. “What am I, a dog?” He walked further, only stopping when the darkness began to sheath him.

Alicia shook her head at Mason’s supposed bravery, sighing wearily under her breath, “I really needa stop messing with white men.”

The rush of air against the crest of Trent’s hand told him that the girl in his arms had giggled. He widened his eyes at her cautiously. All it would take was one laugh; they might as well have been what Vegemite went on.

Mason extended his hand to the woman by the sliding doors. “Come here.” He grinned when Alicia rolled her eyes. “Alicia, there’s nothing out here. And if there is, I got you,” he promised her.

Alicia almost looked shocked by the fact that she had begun walking after him. “Mason, just know I’m running if something jumps out at us,” she told him genuinely.

“I got you,” Mason repeated confidently. He pulled her form to his once their hands met, cupping her waist naturally. “I’ll protect you.”

Alicia turned her head from his, deep brown eyes twisting from the sky to the grass. She laughed breathlessly. “You’re such a flirt.”

Mason held her more firmly, his fingers happening to slip underneath her shirt. He could feel the smoothness of her skin against his palm. He could measure the breaths she sucked in, and those she lost due to his proximity. He smiled when she huffed as he passed a finger along her hip.

“Why do I have to be flirting?” He shook his head with an ill-disguised smirk. “I’m not flirting.”

(He was flirting.)

Alicia nudged his body away from hers when the feeling of his fingers on her skin became too much to bear, jokingly muttering, “Unhand me.” She wrapped her arms around herself, the absence of Mason leaving her in the chilled night air. She cursed a little under her breath, watching as the wind blew through the leaves of the bushes. “It’s cold as hell, Mason. I’m going back inside. Fight off Michael Myers yourself.”

“You’re so scary,” he teased.

“Hmm, would I rather be scary or alive?” Alicia raised both hands in the air, her palms toward the sky as she weighed her options. Eventually, her right hand won. “I’m thinking alive.”

“You’ll never get anywhere being scared of everything,” said Mason, though he’d found himself jogging to her side as she walked back to the house.

“Who said I’m scared of everything? I’m just not gonna make it so easy for whoever’s tryna take me out,” she said, sure of herself. She’d ran track in her teen years. She figured, as long as the killer didn’t have a gun or a car or even a really good scooter, she’d be able to make a solid run for it.

Mason chuckled and shook his head at her. “Alicia, who is trying to take you out?!”

Alicia shrugged and waved her hands wildly, passionate about staying on ten toes at all times. “Tuh! I don’t know! People! Matter of fact– I can, like, feel eyes on me right now!”

“You’re so paranoid,” mused Mason, side-stepping into the warmth of her body. He slid his arm around her for the second time, beaming when she didn’t shove him off and call him a flirt. “And like I said, I got you. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t have faith in men,” said Alicia plainly.

“Well, you gotta have faith in me,” Mason countered, gnawing on his bottom lip and praying she hadn’t heard the cheek in his tone.

Alicia had heard full well, and she’d parted her lips to tell him to stop flirting for the umpteenth time when her foot slipped on something she had not seen, having been too caught up with staring at the man beside her.

Alicia shrieked as she slipped backwards. She hurriedly grabbed Mason’s shoulders just as he wrapped his arms around her torso, twisting her mid-air and taking the brunt of the fall. A second later, when the grass pricked into his neck and ears, he was breathless from both the fall and Alicia’s amazed face an inch above his own.

He laughed and reached up to brush her hair out of her face. He stared at her glossy lips for three full seconds before meeting her eyes with a smug look.

“See? I got you.”

She giggled. “Shut up.”

He flattened his hand along the side of her head, thumb resting where her baby hairs laid as he laughed once more. “My back hurts, but I got you.”

Alicia could not stop her grin. She placed her head on his chest to hide just how smitten she was, opting to listen to the rhythmic beat of his heart as it vibrated throughout her own body.

They laid on the grass under the watchful glare of the moon, under the luminous shine of the stars, and under the anxious gazes of their two best friends who were hiding in the bushes to their right.

“Let’s get off this grass, Mason,” said Alicia after some time, helping him onto his feet and shepherding him into his home. “And who left that rope out there, anyway? Like, I think I almost lost my life just then…”

The backdoor clicked shut just as the score snapped back to fifty-fifty.

Trent pressed his eyes together for a long moment. He wouldn’t hear the end of it, he knew, watching with newfound dread as she pried two of his fingers off of her soft lips while somehow managing to keep her phone stable with just her pinky (Trent made sure to add this to her particular set of skills).

“I. Told. You!” she whispered, giddy from her win. “You didn’t wanna listen to me! You were all, oh, ‘blah blah blah knackered blah Liverpool blah,’ but I knew I was right! See?! Always listen to Black women!”

His eyes rolled again, and he was sure they almost got stuck in the back of his head from how hard he’d done it that time. Because– okay, he may have said that the trap she’d set for Mason and Alicia was knackered, but he definitely hadn’t said anything about his hometown, and he definitely hadn’t sprinkled in blahs like Maggi cubes.

He was slammed with an epiphany just as he felt the urge to tell her to shut up. Hesitantly, as if he didn’t want the answer to have been so easy, Trent lifted her hand from his face by her wrist, remembering only then that she simply wasn’t as strong as him— despite the trickle of trepidation that her presence brought on. He looked at her newly limp wrist in shock, confused as to how he hadn’t done that a long time ago.

He would investigate that some other time. He had ten minutes’ worth of jabs to get through.

“You got lucky. Don’t gas it,” he told her cynically, shaking his head.

“It’s not gassing it if it’s true,” she sassed.

He scoffed. “Is so.”

She scoffed back. “Is so not.”

“Is so.”

“Is so not.”

“Is so.”

“Is so not.”

“Is so to infinity.” He quirked a challenging brow at her.

Her response was instantaneous, “Is so not to infinity, plus one.”

“You can’t do that,” he argued, incredulous, widened brown eyes following her every move as she reclaimed her hand from his and made to leave. He trailed after her, crouching past the window just as she did, all so she could hear his gripes. “Um! Hello! You can’t do that! I win! Your response sucked, so I win!”

“You suck,” she threw over her shoulder.

“Stop taking what I say and saying it back to me, you lazy twat!”

“You’re a lazy twat.”

“Oh my God, I hate you.”

It hadn’t been his first time telling her he despised her, and he doubted it would be the last. Though, no matter how much vexation he claimed to have against the girl, he refused to leave the job of getting Mason and Alicia together to just her. He wasn’t sure if she could take a break from whatever villainy she got up to in the daytime long enough to make things really happen, and he didn’t want to tempt fate. Not when Mason’s heart was on the line. Besides, and this thought was accompanied by a chill down his spine, it wasn’t as if she was the worst partner in the world.

(The fact remained that she was carrying him big time.)

Their goodbye came almost too quickly.

He had been watching the delicate twist of her wrists, unaware that his pulse had sped up the moment they’d found themselves on the corner three blocks from the Mount family residence, where they would eventually part.

There, he’d felt the urge to brush his fingers against the inside of her wrist once more. He’d felt the urge to prove to himself that she was real, that he hadn’t hallucinated his begrudged partner-in-crime. He stayed quiet, unwilling to sit through minutes of whichever argument she would strike up once he told her his reasoning— because she would absolutely ask for his reasoning, being as she was thorough in her evilness. He could imagine her calling him a misogynist for not believing that women were real. He could imagine himself pointing out that he’d only implied that she wasn’t real. He could, also, imagine himself losing that argument on a technicality. And so, he stayed quiet. For his score’s sake and nothing more.

She left without words, merely nodding and shooting him a finger gun— casually, as if it were something grown women typically did— before ducking into her Uber.

He watched the silver Toyota veer off in stunned silence.

Yeah. Definitely hallucinating.

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black-dhalias · 2 years

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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."

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."

#imagines #imagine #requests are open #fandom request #imagine requests #angsty imagine #angsty august #ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah imagines #night at the museum #night at the museum imagine #SoundCloud

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thorn-walker · 11 months

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I just did a marathon of the four (yeah...) Night At The Museum movies and I have a question

NO ACTUALLY I HAVE TWO why is Ahkmenrah so underused while the tablet that belongs to HIM, is named after HIM and was created FOR HIM is litteraly the whole heart center-piece mcguffin of ALL the movies!!! Was Shawn Levy afraid of the raw power of Rami Malek in full pharaoh attire? Weak.

MY REAL QUESTION IS: what was the relationship between the previous three night guards and the exhibits? Like they've known each other for what seems like decades, and them three old dudes went to the dark side of the force by the end. During Larry's first night, most of the exhibits seem to want to mess with him for fun, except for Teddy who greets him like everything is normal. Larry integrates himself rather quickly with the rest. They don't look like they were traumatized or bullied by Cecil and Friends. Were they all on good terms? Did Gus go into screaming matches with Attila? While I'm on the topic of Attila, apparently none of the three night guards tried to befriend him during all those years, so maybe it speaks about how they viewed the exhibits. Idk.

Also, in my head it's Cecil who personnally made sure that Ahk's tomb was locked because he was afraid that ye ol' mummy would want revenge on him for finding his tomb back in the day. So in the end Cecil never spoke to Ahk even once and just assumed the local twink mummy would want his head.

#night at the museum #natm #ahkmenrah #night at the museum thoughts #natm thoughts #larry daley

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wonderlands-ass · 1 year

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I think I'm funny again

Been a hot second cause a personal sizzle but yeah:)

(the ahk and kah one was "inspired" mostly just a copie kinda from a user named lemonwisp i think)

Btw kah's hair was SO DIFFICULT for me, i didn't feel like drawing them in there crowns and stuff but i have never really been able to imagine kah without his crown. So now this is just how I see it i guess

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iiep-wop · 8 months

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Have an Ahk edit I made :]

Also I only just realised I forgot the h on the end of his name 😭

#ahkmenrah #natm ahkmenrah #night at the museum #natm #natm 1

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ancientpersacom · 1 year

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Ahk’sJackals head canons bc they’re cool af

Their names are Asim (protector) and Sadiki (faithful) and are twins.

They’re like flipped mirror images of each other, one has the eye of ra and other other the eye of Horus, one is right handed the other is left handed etc.

They understand most dialects of ancient Egyptian, basic sign language and a few English words

They stay around Ahk’s exhibit mostly, since they’re so tall they don’t fit into some of the other rooms and to protect his stuff

They’re also scared about accidentally crushing one of the minis because they look like a tiny spec to them

They wanted to release Ahk when he was locked up, but they’re too big to grab the pins on the sarcophagus and knew if it was broken it’d cause suspicion to the day staff.

They can’t speak because their mouths are made of stone and sealed shut, but they can speak with each other telepathically thanks to the tablets magic.

They’re essentially spirits in a statue body, sent to protect Ahk by the tablet

Anytime Ahk has a breakdown (panic attack, flashback etc) they will sit by him and make sure no one touches him or startles him. Ahk will hug their hands to keep grounded.

They will sit and listen to Ahk ramble for hours because they love him.

They get kinda exited when someone makes the effort to talk to them in either sign language or Egyptian. When Nick and Ahk began to grow a brotherly relationship, Nick had Ahk tech him some words. When he first said hello to them in their language they looked at each other like “he said the thing! The modern child said hello to us! Omg omg omg!”

Anytime someone pissed Ahk off they immediately go “should we kill them?”

#natm ahkmenrah #night at the museum #natm fandom #natm fanart #ahkmenrah #natm head canon #ahkmenrah’s jackals #art #digital artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #fanart #natm

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poptod · 1 year

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Autumn Rain (ahkmenrah x reader)

Description: Ahk sneaks out in the middle of the night to go see you.

Notes: wow me posting a oneshot while working on a bigger story? incredible. quick note since its been a while since yall had to put up with my bullshit: you have a name in this (bc i wanted accurate history) if you want to know youre from assyrian highlands, and you dont fully know the egyptian language. enjoy! WC: 2.2k

Clouds rolled faintly in the distance as Ahk tip-toed through the palace, searching for a specific back door. He went without shoes, making his footsteps silent against the stone floor. Still he moved slowly, only hurrying when he saw torch lights in the distance, which alerted him of any guard or noble wandering the palace. If anyone caught him, he would have to try and explain to his father what he was doing. His father would not understand.

Earlier today, as you cleaned in the school where he learned, he asked if you were available to speak with him in the night; you said yes, and thus he dressed himself come midnight, sneaking out through a wooden door barely anyone knew about. In his plain, knee-length skirt and nothing else, he thought himself an unremarkable man. Anyone who didn't personally know his face would likely not recognize him as the Prince. That would work perfectly for your family, as well➖you, your mother, your father, and all your siblings, were servants of priests and nobles who worked in Osiris' temple. Any communication with the students in the House of Life was forbidden, especially when the student in question was the Pharaoh's son. You didn't really seem to understand the rules very well, though➖you carried this freeness that was so absent from the priest's control that Ahkmen knew immediately upon meeting you that you weren't raised in Egypt.

It was something he adored about you. You treated him so differently from anybody else; he craved it, and it drove him to endanger the both of you for a quiet meeting in the night.

Few people were still awake at this time. Some houses still had their torches and fire pits going, within which tired women placed bread to bake away in the heat. Most children were asleep, but many older men were still awake drinking away frothy beer or helping their family to knead dough. Some families sat beneath the stars, drinking and smoking together. Your family was among the active ones, with your mother weaving in the outer portion of your house, where the remnants of a fire burned away in a pit, and your two younger brothers had drawn a game board in the sand.

Your mother raised her head when she saw him coming; his shoeless feet, though silent in the palace, still ground against the sandy paths as he stepped up to your low gate.

"Uh, hello," he said with an uncertain smile, raising his hand for only a second. "I'm here to see, uh, Khani?"

"Oh?" She smiled in a teasing manner. "What's your name?"

"Um -" he hadn't thought this far, "- Ah.. med."

"Ahmed?" She repeated.

He nodded.

"Khani?!" Your mother yelled back into the house, and the two of them watched the empty doorway for you.

After the sound of running footsteps you appeared, a bright and warm smile already on your face.

"Hey!!" You shouted out, and ran over to him, opening the gate as fast as you could to lead him inside. "It is so late, why are we talking at this time?"

Your voice grew slowly quieter as you took him inside, ignoring how your mother smirked at you. Ahkmen himself was a little too starstruck to say anything either➖you were holding his hand as you dragged him along. He could barely walk straight when you did that.

He had been to your home once before, but it still surprised him with how small it was. The kitchen and sitting area was outside in that small courtyard entrance, and inside was the sleeping area. Several blankets and woven reed mats marked each spot except yours.

Unlike the rest of your family➖and unlike most of the families of Egypt➖you had your own enclosed space beneath the limestone and plaster stairs, whose thin entrance was marked by a floor-length banner. It had a low, declining ceiliing and enough space for about four people to fit with their shoulders crammed together, but it also had a window, through which Ahk could see the distant mountains and the clouds that rolled over them like sand on the Sahara's hills. Through those thick clouds, the full moon shone in a frail silhouette.

"Sit down," you said, "it is not good to stand in here. It will hurt your neck."

He looked down and realized that you were sitting at the head of your bed. It was about all that could fit in here; your bed on the floor, a broom, and a storage chest carrying large blankets.

"Oh," he said quietly, and sat down across from you at the foot of the bed.

"So did you need to say anything? You were... a little..." you tried to translate the words in your head, "bad feeling, I thought."

"Odd?" He offered.

"Yes," you said with a chuckle. "Were you?"

"No, no, I just wanted to see you without worrying about getting caught by a bunch of old priests," he said, shaking his head as he leant back. "I mean, the temple's House of Life is not a good place to make friends with servants when you're a Prince. So many people find such offense in it."

"I see what you are saying," you nodded. "Had someone seen you when you left tonight?"

"Nope!" He grinned, and placed his shoeless feet in front of him. "Quiet as a dormouse."

"You walked all the way here without shoes?" You asked, your eyes widening immensely with humor.

"You do it all the time."

"Because I do not have shoes. You have shoes, your feet do not know how the rocks feel! They are not hard-skinned like I am!"

Ahkmen was giggling the entire time you were talking, and was attempting to stifle his reaction the entire time, as well. His hands were covering his mouth, but you could still see his shoulders wracking with laughter, the redness of his cheeks, and his creased eyes. Something about you yelling made you look so harmless, like you were so bad at looking angry that you ended up smiling. He wanted to pull your face over to him and kiss you, but he didn't.

"I just went on the roads, don't worry," he said once his laughter calmed down enough for words. "And the sand isn't burning hot since the sun is dead."

"I know, but they are still sharp. I am worried about you, sometimes," you said in a quieter voice.

"I've noticed. You've got no reason to worry about me," he said with a shrug. "I should be more worried about you than you me."

"No, no, no, that is not right," you chuckled. "I have a good family, so I will always be happy. Your family is... not as happy. That is the most dangerous thing in the world."

"Unhappy families?"

You nodded and hummed your affirmation.

"I have seen what having no friends or family does to a person. It is not nice," you said.

"Certainly. But at least I don't have to worry about food, or about higher-ups breathing down my neck."

"I do not worry about that either." You hunched your shoulders, and crept along the bed to him. "I am quiet as a mouse." You pawed at the sheets. "I do something wrong and they come, I go running in the holes in the wall! They never find me there."

Ahkmen had to cover his mouth again to keep from laughing as you drew nearer.

"If I am hungry I go to the Nile and catch fish. Very easy," you finished, popping back up into a sitting position beside him, your legs almost touching.

"You're like a cat," he grinned.

You fell back with laughter.

As he chuckled softly, he noticed a white noise in the silence, and recalled the storm clouds looming over the western mountains. His brow furrowed, and he pulled away the thick, fabric curtain in front of your tiny bedroom window.

"I think it's raining out," he said, craning his neck to see past the empty frame.

"It is?!"

You jumped up, sticking half your body out the window in your excitement. Ahk's eyes widened, a burst of laughter coming out when you let out a shout.

"Ah!!" You cried. "It is!"

You sat back down on your butt, a starstruck smile on your face as you stared out the window, watching the rain fall in sheets. You took a deep breath and sighed, resting your chin on the windowsill.

Ahk waited, scanning your bedazzled expression and trying to commit it to memory. The joy you found in such small things sparked his own desire to find happiness in the world, which was a hard thing for him to do when his world was saturated with gold and claims that the wealthy were more holy than others.

He found himself wandering off in thought, and slowly brought himself back. When he came to, you were still staring out the window with wide, glittering eyes.

"You alright?" He asked, raising a single brow.

You hummed a small confirmation but still did not move. He huffed in amusement, leaning back on the plaster wall.

His eyes automatically traced your face once more, from the curve of your jaw to the shape of your nose and the fluttering of your eyelashes in the soft winds. The scent of rain wafted in through that small hole in the wall, filling the space between you with the somber air of autumn. To him, autumn had always been a time of being stuck in the palace. He abandoned his friendships in town for months as his father called forward the cold air as an excuse as to why he couldn’t leave. It was what he always remembered in these times. Now the memories were being rewritten, and he realized that years from now, whenever autumn came, he would think of you.

He was reaching forward. His fingers, almost shaking as they grew near, tangled in your curled hair, pulling at its perfect form. Even then you didn't turn to him, only breathing softer as your eyes closed.

He tried to swallow through the knot welling up in his throat, and managed to just barely push it down. And, instead of passing out, he reached forward and began to braid your hair. While separating the strands of your hair, he shuffled into a better position behind you. His stomach and chest were pressed to your back as he leant over you. Below him, you relaxed into the warmth, squishing your cheek into the window's edge.

You were a wonderful distraction from anything he was trying to do; it was one of the reasons he was doing poorly in school as of late. So to avoid this while he was braiding your hair, he stared at your earring, which was an ankh that he had given you a while ago. It allowed you to blend in a little better at the temple since you weren't actually Egyptian.

He finished the first braid, and seeing that you still weren't moving, he worked on the next, watching as droplets began to coat your skin. He wanted to pull you inside, to wash away the cold and wrap you up in blankets near the indoor fireplace. He wanted you to hide your face in his chest.

"You are such a child of the rain," he said instead, and leaned his tired back forward, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I am more a child of the fire."

"I think you are, yes," you said with a giggle. For another moment you lingered on the sky before turning your head to face him. "You are bright as the sun."

Ahkmen found then that whenever you looked at him, words fell silently from his lips, shed but not spoken, like they were desperate to escape but too shy to be recognized. You just smiled, melting his heart before you turned back to the window. He hesitantly took his spot on your shoulder once more, trailing to where you watched the rain.

"You mistake me," he murmured, turning his gaze to what little he could see of you. "Fire burns not in the day, but in the night, when it is needed most. It is a light under the moon."

Unwittingly, he leaned in closer, brushing his nose underneath your ear. There he kissed your dangling ankh earring, pressing the cool metal to your neck. He paused, lingering on your warmth on his lips.

You shifted beneath him, breaking him of his trance and instead bringing him a moment of panic. His cheeks began to burn, and he pushed himself away from you. At that you turned, pressing yourself up to the wall, and staring wide-eyed at him in complete silence.

"I - I'm s-"

"Is that something you do in Egypt a lot?" You asked, sitting stock still.

"No," he answered honestly.

"Why did you do it?"

His face was on fire as he replied.

"Because I like you... a lot..." he mumbled, rubbing his face with his hands.

"Okay. Good," you said, grabbed him by his skirt, and pulled him into your lap, tugging his facing down to kiss him.

This time, your lips collided with all the heat of a fire and the shivering chill of the midnight rain. His heart was shaking as he grasped you, tightening his fingers around your waist to pull you closer to him. He desperately needed to breathe through his state of near panic, but he was convinced nothing was as important as you, and let you play with him as you pleased till you deemed fit.

He nearly passed out before you pulled away.

"I am sorry," you murmured, rubbing your palm over his thigh and under his skirt. "Are you okay?"

"I think I'm going to faint if you keep touching me like that, but yes," he chuckled out in a breath.

You grinned and kissed him again.

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #ahkmenrah x male reader #ahkmenrah x female reader

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ghoulishtomato · 1 year

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Full NATM Craig context

In the special features of the Secret of the Tomb Blu Ray disc, there is a short "documentary" called A day in the Afterlife. There, we meet a mummy named Craig, someone "Ahkmenrah" went to college with (Ahkmenrah plays himself in the movies apparently).

Ahkmenrah decided to do Craig a solid and let him be in the Secret of the Tomb movie through the powers of nepotism. But everyone fucking hates Craig because he's obtuse, has an inflated sense of self worth, and doesn't listen to people.

Craig has poor on set etiquette (answering a phone while they're trying to film). He tries to get Ben Stiller to start a NATM Spin Off series with him focused on Craig (he tries to network with everyone to get his, frankly, bad ideas on TV). He made Shawn Levy no longer believe that all ideas have some kind of worth or merit to them.

Ahk managed to trick him into leaving the film early, but he didn't have the heart to tell Craig that he sucked.

Also, I have no idea who plays Craig. He almost sounds like Owen Wilson without a Southern accent, but he also kinda sounds like Ryan Reynolds??? But I know for a fact that that CAN'T be Ryan Reynolds, how ridiculous would that be?? 💀💀 I love the idea of Owen Wilson deciding to play some random mummy character for DVD extras, though.

But who knows who plays Craig? Because there is no credit to the person playing him ANYWHERE so-

Hope y'all are happy to know who Craig is 💀

#night at the museum #natm fandom #Natm Craig #ahkmenrah #natm ahkmenrah #secret of the tomb #natm 3 #natm #natm lancelot #ben stiller #larry daley #owen wilson #shawn levy

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cr8zygoodshot · 1 year

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not to take the natm game as pure canon, but it does provide some interesting facts about the timeline of Ahk and his family! When you access the Smithsonian and come across Kahmunrahs sarcophagus, it says that he was “a Fourth Dynasty tyrant chiefly known for his reign of terror across Egypt.”

The fourth dynasty of ancient Egypt is known as a “golden age” of the Old Kingdom, lasting from c. 2613 to 2494 bc. It was a time of peace and prosperity, and “no other period in Egypt’s history equaled Dynasty IV’s architectural accomplishments.”

Also, two of the ruling Pharaoh’s bear a significant resemblance to Ahk’s parents names (Merenkahre and Shepseheret). The second to last Pharoah of the dynasty was named Menkaure, and the last was named Shepseskaf, or Shepsesket.

#just thought it was cool that they kinda gave us a timeline #natm #night at the museum #ahkmenrah #kahmunrah #natm game

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practically-an-x-man · 2 months

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Your OCs are given a bag. Inside is the thing they desire most- even potentially something intangible, like a potion that could restore their childhood innocence, or their pet that died 15 years ago. What do they pull out of the bag?

Oooh, fascinating! This is a good one...

Rae: Pulls out a huge dictionary of world languages, where upon reading it she will absorb the knowledge of any language she reads about. It's maybe not what she wants most in the world, but she's overall pretty happy and it was the first thing she could think of.

Robin: Pulls out a series of small charms - the sort that can be affixed onto a bracelet or necklace, or tucked in a wallet - that will offer protection to whoever keeps them on their person. She gives one to each member of her family, as well as Peter and his mother. She wants her loved ones to be safe, above all else.

Madison: Pulls out a pair of glass knives - the knives her father made for her, but intact and as sharp as they day he made them, without all the years of wear and tear. Included also is a letter from her parents, telling her they're still proud of her and don't blame her for what happened to her brother. She doesn't quite trust the letter, since she's pretty sure it's just a trick of the magic, but she puts the knives up on her wall so they'll never get damaged like her first set of knives did.

Ophelia: Pulls out a small vial of orangeish, cloudy liquid. If or when she drinks it, it will give her a set of superpowers of her own - superstrength, accelerated healing, enhanced reflexes. It's nothing extreme, since so much of herself comes from what she's built herself, but it'll let her keep up with the others without having to keep up with her rigid training and constant upkeep.

Jasper: Pulls out a small tub of lotion - when they apply it to Kyle's scars, the scars disappear along with any itchiness or discomfort they caused him. It leaves him feeling more like himself than he has in years, and there's nothing that brings Jasper more relief than to see him as happy and comfortable as he used to be.

Kestrel: Pulls out a normal-looking nametag, with the name "Kestrel" scrawled across it in permanent ink. Confused, they peel it up and stick it to their shirt - it disappears in a flash, but Kestrel suddenly feels settled into their body, like they don't have to fight hard to maintain their who they are anymore.

Katherine: Pulls out a small, moon-shaped charm, that she will later affix to a silver bracelet. It will allow Ahk (or anyone else in the museum) to walk in sunlight safely as long as they wear it, so they can enjoy the sunshine and a few normal days

Quinn: Pulls out an IV bag filled with slightly cloudy liquid. When she has Five (the resident doctor) hook her up and start a drip, the liquid knocks her out like anesthetic... but when she wakes up, she's pain-free and her back and legs are completely healed to the way they were before her fall.

Eris: Pulls out a set of dog tags, identical to the ones Rick wears around his neck. As long as Rick wears them, he won't age, and his wounds heal at almost the same speeds as Eris' own - he's not a metahuman, the powers are still tethered to the tags and he can remove them at any point to live a normal life (his life will continue from the point he removes them, the age won't catch up to him Mother Gothel-style or anything), but it'll give Eris the extra years they want with him if he chooses to wear them.

Nikoletta: Pulls out a necklace with a charm that looks like a crystal ball. When she puts it on, the crystal ball appears to fill with black smoke. When Abner puts it on, the ball fills with swirling, multicolored light - it temporarily removes any metahuman powers or abilities, including all side effects, without any ill effects of its own.

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #oc quinn/aces #madison douglas #oc kestrel #oc eris #oc katherine johnson #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #nikoletta bordeaux

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themultifandomgal · 2 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

#ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah x reader #ahk #a night at the museum #larry daley

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