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poptod · 8 months

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Curious Companion (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: You wake up in a museum and realize you're just a wax version of yourself. Your curiosity remains, and you find yourself entrenched in conversation with a millennia old Pharaoh.

Notes: its happy, then very sad, then happy again WC: 2.7k

The guards didn't care much about your section of the museum. Perhaps, you wondered from afar, it was because you looked and acted much like them––more humanoid than the little figurines or the puppets and stuffed animal skins. Regardless of what the three night guards thought of you, it did allow you more freedom than many of the other exhibits, for which you were grateful. Still, you didn't like them very much.

You awoke much like the other exhibits one evening, like you were ripped from your home and suddenly placed in a museum. The only difference was you had no idea why you were there; reading your plaque cleared things up only slightly. It had your name, and a profession you once thought of going into as a child, only for you to decide upon your entrance into college that it was a fabled dream. It also said that you were the young version of yourself, and that you would discover an ancient city on the coast of Egypt in your late 50's. Overall, the experience was strange. Few people were afforded a plaque telling them what they would do in their life.

Eventually, you realized that you would never accomplish those things anyway. The real you did––you yourself were a wax figure stuck in a museum in the year of 1992, and it was several centuries after your supposed death. Computers, although very informative, were very hard to figure out in order to obtain this information.

Knowing this––knowing you would never age, never accomplish anything yourself––did little to stifle your curiosity regarding the mystical land of ancient Egypt. You spent many nights combing the internet for information on Egypt, everything that had been learned between your existence in the early 20th century to now, nearing the 3rd millenium.

This research was only interspersed by your search for what exactly brought you to life. Avoiding the night guards seemed prudent, despite the fact that they might have answers, and thus you were left to your own devices to try and figure the mystery out.

After many weeks of no answers, you decided to trail the guards at a safe distance in hopes of overhearing some conversation. They mentioned a mummy––one you had not heard about being in the museum before––and a magic tablet. Immediately you left in search of this exhibit, excitement teeming at your fingers. If the magic worked to make everything alive, surely it would make the mummy alive. If every exhibit retained their memories from life, this mummy would have an immeasurable amount of knowledge about what ancient Egypt was really like, although you knew language may be a barrier. But it didn't stop you.

You searched the museum as thoroughly as you could––which took several nights, seeing as how large the museum was––and eventually circled back round to a place near your own exhibit, which you chastised yourself for. You were part of the exhibit on Egyptian history. It would make sense the mummy would be near you. But before you could even enter the room, the sun began to rise, and you hurried back to your exhibit to await the next coming night.

That next evening, you waited until the night guards came and went, laughing and play-fighting each other as they locked up each of the exhibits in turn. As usual, they skipped you. But once they were gone you snuck out of your casing, and headed towards the screaming you had heard the first time you found the mummy's room.

The sarcophagus rattled beneath the heavy stone, and the thick lock keeping it together barely moved as the deceased person shook and yelled with all their might. The statues of Anubis, carrying was-scepters and adorned in gold, only watched you as you slowly walked down the hall. You circled the sarcophagus, admired the carvings, and then moved to read the plaque.

Ahkmenrah was his name. A young Pharaoh from the Middle Kingdom. Discovered in the 1950's. Son of Merenkahre with a partially illegitimate claim to the throne. Suspected to be assassinated due to the wounds in his back.

You returned to the sarcophagus.

"Ahkmenrah?" You said quietly.

The screaming ceased, but the rattling did not.

"Can you hear me?" You asked.

He made a sound, which was completely incoherent, but was a confirmation nonetheless.

You didn't really think about what you would do once you got this far. Originally you had a plethora of questions in store, but thinking about it now, it didn't seem appropriate to launch all of them upon the encased Pharaoh. Being stuck in a cramped sarcophagus did not sound like a pleasant time, and you didn't even know if he would understand you.

"Do you understand me?"

"Arabic?" He suddenly said, and though his voice was still muffled, it was clear enough to understand.

"Yes," you said, shuffling forward in your excitement. "Is that alright?"

"I know English more well," he said.

"Oh. Um…"

Your english skills left something to be desired, but they would suffice. They did better with reading than speaking.

"My name is (Y/N)," you began in English. "Do you, um… do you know why we are… not dead?"

"Yes, of course I do," he said in perfect English. "Do you see that tablet up on the wall? It's made of gold. The light of Amun shines down from the top upon its' keys."

"Yes, I see."

"My father gave it to me, as a gift. It is imbued with the powers of the Great God Khonsu, may he live forever. It was meant to keep our family together but, as I am separated from my family, it keeps the museum alive. It keeps us safe," he said.

"Safe?"

"Protected. Away from harm, or getting hurt."

"Ah." You laughed. "Your English is better than me. How did you learn it?"

"Well, before I was here, previously I was stationed in Cambridge University for study. That's where I learned English, and Arabic, and Hebrew. I had a lot more freedom there… when I learned I was to be transferred to a city of New York, I was most agrieved. Now I see I had every right to feel such a way. Um, (Y/N), may I ask, who are you?"

"I'm the young type of a famous person. I read, when I am… when I was older, I found an Egyptian city on the shore of Egypt. The city was built after you died," you explained.

"I see. I have another question, if that's alright."

"Yes, it is. I have also questions for you, if that's alright," you said in return, earning a laugh.

"Yes, quite alright. But I go first. (Y/N), do you know why I am locked up?"

You sucked in a breath. It was fair that he would ask this question; you just weren't prepared to answer it.

"There are guards, that the museum has to keep things safe. They keep everything locked up. Only a little bit of us are not locked up. I am not. But the guards are not very nice. I don't like them," you explained quietly, leaning in to speak through the tiny crack between the coffin and its' lid.

"I see," he said, a hint of sadness lacing his tone. "Do you… do you think you could open up my sarcophagus?"

"Yes, I think," you said with a frown. "But they will hear. Then I will be locked up too, and so will you, for the rest of time. And we will not be able to talk again."

"… you're right," he said, and sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just very cramped in here."

"I know. I am sorry as well."

You visited him every night, year after year. Each night you both would have questions for each other; yours regarding his life in ancient Egypt, and his mostly personal and theological. His sense of humor was surprisingly vibrant considering his state of being, and you enjoyed your time with him immensely. He seemed to be the only exhibit in the museum with a true soul, which you attributed to the fact that he was an actual human made of bones and flesh, and not a figure carved from wax. Each passing month you yearned more and more to see his face; to know his entirety. Each year the longing grew immensely more painful. Still, every night you went to see him, and always avoided the night guards, who grew older and older as you stayed just as young as when you first awoke.

"I want to ask," you began one night, "what God you worship."

"I worship many Gods. My favorite, my most beloved Netjer is Nefertem. But He is not a very appropriate God for a Pharaoh to worship. As Pharaoh, I was set to elevate Ra and Khonsu as the ultimate Gods," Ahkmenrah explained, though his answer only led to more questions.

"You are not allowed to worship some Gods?"

He sighed, and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes.

"Some Gods are not popular enough for the people to rally behind. So in order to retain power as Pharaoh, you have to encourage a God the people already love and adore in great hoards. I don't think it's very right, personally. But it's the way things are done. Now, (Y/N), what God do you worship?"

You paused.

"Supposedly the Abrahamic one," you said. "My family is Muslim. They worship Allah, a supreme male God. I… have a.. complicated relationship with Allah."

Ahkmenrah laughed, and the lid to the sarcophagus rattled with him, similar to the high ringing of marriage bells sounding like the shackles prisoners wore clinking around their wrists and ankles.

"Do you know who Allah is?" You asked.

"Of course I do. I didn't spend all that time in Cambridge for nothing. He emerged after the preachings of the prophet Muhammed. I've always been curious about this one God who has so wholly encapsulated the world. It seems he is the only God people worship these days."

"Not everyone is Muslim."

"No, but everyone worships this God that came from the Israelites, yes? From the Israelites came Jesus, and the Christian God, who is the same as the Jewish God. After the Christians came Muhammed, and the Muslim God. They're all the same, are they not?" He said.

Your brow furrowed. You hadn't thought of it that way before––perhaps a product of your era. But he brought about a good point. Suddenly the fighting between the three religions seems superfluous and stupid.

"I guess so," you finally said. "There are other religions now, not only three. Hinduism and Buddhism are large in the east."

"I've heard of Hinduism. It's polytheistic, yes?"

"Yes."

"I enjoy that."

You laughed.

There was silence, and then Ahkmenrah spoke again.

"You don't really worship Allah though, do you?"

"My family does."

"Forget your family. Do you believe in this ultimate, male power in the universe?"

"… not really."

"Do you believe in any higher power at all?"

"Yes," you said, without really thinking it through. "I do not think about it much. Well, I have not, in my past. It is not… not right. But I am not sure what I believe in."

"Think about it. Tell me next time, alright?" He requested in a soft voice.

You reached out and touched his sarcophagus.

"Of course," you said.

Next time didn't come.

The night guards had grown old over the years, and the time had come for them to be replaced. They were bitter about it, you knew, and you had overheard their ideas to steal the tablet of your friend. You had few ideas on how to stop them; when the next night guard came, you thought to tell him, but he was grossly incompetent and quit within the first day. The museum ran through several new night guards––all of whom quit after seeing how the museum actually operated at night––until one man who was desperate enough finally returned night after night, trying his best and failing to lock up all the exhibits. Despite the chaos, you had been managing to sneak away to talk to Ahkmenrah whenever the guards weren't near.

The new night guard's incompetence, however, led to one of the exhibits escaping: a wax figure of an ancient hominid. The night of your conversation with Ahk, you noticed one of the figures missing from the exhibit, and saw an open window. You knew the new night guard would not be able to save the hominid, and somehow, although you'd never been told, you knew something bad would happen if they were outside when the sun rose.

You climbed out the window. Already the evening was fading away. You went running in search of the hominid, and tried your best to lure him back into the museum. As you reached the museum doors with the hominid in tow, the sun crested over the tops of the skyscrapers, and the both of you turned to dust.

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Larry nearly got fired for losing two exhibits on one of his first nights, but all of that seemed like the distant past after his efforts in stopping Cecil and uniting the exhibits of the museum to work together in friendship. It seemed to him a great accomplishment––especially in the light of his son's happiness and the fact that he now had a job that was actually quite easy––and he prided himself on his work.

Ahkmenrah, the dead Pharaoh, however, was not as cheerful as he had been when he was released. He spent his nights searching every historical and scientific wing of the museum and never seemed to find what he was looking for.

One evening, Larry followed him, and finally spoke up.

"So… you seem to be… looking for something. Usually. Think I can help you find it?" Larry asked, his hands folded behind his back as he awkwardly approached the 4,000 year old Pharaoh.

"I had a friend, before you came," Ahkmenrah said, but didn't spare a glance away from scanning the different plaques. "Their name was (Y/N). They spoke to me while I was locked away. One evening, they didn't return. It was… somewhat recent. A couple days before you released me from my sarcophagus."

"(Y/N)? (L/N)? The historian?"

"I would think so. I think they were Arabic. I never saw their face."

"Yeah… I think I know who you're talking about." Larry pursed his lips and took a deep breath, preparing himself to deliver the news. "I'm sorry, Ahk. They escaped the museum and uh… didn't return before sunrise."

Ahk stopped moving. His eyes halted on one of the words he was reading: founded. A great sorrow filled up his heart, and took up the space where his breath would be, and filled his eyes where his sight once lay. All that remained was the sudden stillness, and the blackness in his mind.

"I see," he said quietly, attempting his best to stop his voice from failing. "Thank you, Larry."

He left, leaving Larry alone in the hall, and returned to his sarcophagus. He lay there for the night and did not move till the sun rose, and he froze in his death.

Some days later––perhaps a week or two––Larry found him sitting on the edge of the staircase, and led him upstairs. He would not say where they were going, but when they got there, Ahk had an idea of what had happened. Your plaque was put back in its' place, and standing in the glass encasing was you. You looked confused. His lips parted in a soft gasp.

They replaced you.

"Larry, what is this?" Ahkmenrah asked, furrowing his brow.

"Well, when McPhee saw that (L/N) was missing, he had another one made, and… well, here they are. Thought you might want to know," Larry said. When neither Ahk or you made any move, he continued with, "oh, let me just…" and unlocked your new casing. "There you go."

You looked at both of them, your wide eyes darting between the two strange figures as you placed your hands on either edge of the glass. Ahk offered his hand for you to step down with. You looked at his hand, and then back up to him, tilting your head to the side.

Despite your doubts, you took his hand. You asked something in Arabic––something Larry couldn't understand, but Ahkmenrah comprehended perfectly.

"Do I know you?" You asked.

"In a way," he murmured, unable to look away from you. You were shining in the usually harsh and unflattering light of the museum. He wondered how you would look in a perfect sunset.

"You seem… familiar," you said as though in a trance.

"I'll explain everything," he said softly. "Walk with me?"

"… alright."

He took your other hand, and the two of you left down the hall, staring at each other.

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queenie-official-2 · 2 months

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soso-chan126 · 1 year

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Ahkmenrah x fem! reader "Heimat"

I'm incredibly bored and watched some Night at the museum. Than it just happened that I thought a little bit (is indeed a rare process) and well I thought I could write a little oneshot for the pretty pharao. I couldn't help myself soo yeah. Btw the reader is in this oneshot from the time of the 20th century and to be more specific (is it written that way? idk well if not I am counting on all of you that you're going to tell me if it's right or not) the reader is from the time of the second world war and well there may be some topics that can trigger people. So I will put a trigger warning at the beginning. But well maybe not I'm not sure what I will include and so on and I also don't know how I make the reader so yeah... I will just go with the flow and write for my hearts content (not sure if I can put it that way). So before the beginning I write a quick definition for the word "Heimat". Ouhh and my little to long author notes are those little mini textes.

Heimat (german): "a place, where someone was born and grew up or is there long enough to have a feeling of being at home (is mostly a word for a place (and sometimes someone) that (or who) someone has a very special connection to)

translated out of the "Duden" can't say it's the right translation to the definition but well if someone of you has a better definition that's in english I'll gladly swap that with this one if you don't mind.

Well let's go then! ahh... btw I write about a female reader so yeah... if you want another one with gender neutral or a male reader ask right away and then I'll write it as soon as I can! I am not a native speaker so well it certainly has some errors and I'll correct them if you tell me where some are. Thanks and let's go!

TW: mentions of the holocaust, death, national socialists and some of the other stuff about the 2nd ww and also swearing but only lightly and once if I'm not mistaken

You have been warned. Reading on your own... I forgot the word. Eh... something like concequences ig but I'm not sure. It's way to late for writing tbh. And if you don't want to read the stuff with the 2nd ww then just skip the background. I will mark it for you guys.

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Everyday I remember my cruel death. I am nothing but a little wax figurine that just resembles my once very much alive self but I still have her memorys. Even though I am only made out of wax and don't even have a real brain. She was a hero for a lot of people even though she was only a little artist that wasn't much known. She lived in nazi germany so she knew what was going on in germany. Even more because one of her friends worked for the terrifying camps. He told her a lot of things proudly and most of them weren't allowed to be told to zivilian people like herself. She took advantage of the knowledge and used it for her art. She showed the terrors of the war of the holocaust of everything.

She also started to try to change the world for the better and so she came into the view of the regime and their corrupted forces. She was able to trick them but well her luck ran out after she helped a spy of the united states. The spy learned a lot of things from her that were cultural differences between the two countries. With her help he was able to keep hidden. To his luck he looked also like a "typical german" probably had ancestors that were german people. However that was a reason why spys of the allies were basically searching for her so that she can also help them. She was bad at denying the need for help of other people. The spys that resided in her humble home also found out that she hid two jewish families in her house.

Europe and germany were her so called "Heimat" she looked up to Stefan Zweig who also saw europe as his "Heimat" or his home. But well his works were forbidden in germany thanks to the national socialists. She was enraged to find out that her favourite author isn't allowed in her home. But she couldn't give a single shit. She still had the books of him that she once bought. She hid them well. They always tried to find something so that they could arrest and torture her. Well she wasn't allowed to draw anymore and that was a problem but she never stopped with helping others out.

Then someday one of her neighbours told her off to the ss. They came into her home and found everything the spy who resided with the young woman and also the jewish families, the forbidden books and her forbidden art studio. Also the books of different languages such as english, french, japanese, italian, spanish and much more. She learned them all and can speak some of them fluently while the others were a little rusty but good enough to communicate decently. They caught her and they also punished her. And their punishment was the reason for her death. She was a strong woman who helped as much people as she could by sending them off to other countries or hiding them and teaching them. The spy was also tortured and died right next her when a bomb of the english army fell onto the building they were in. He apologized to her but she told him that it wasn't his fault and that she decided for herself to walk on this path that was hidden in the darkness without any sight of light. She wanted to bring light into her home, her "Heimat". But she lost it and she pobably never gets it back. Well that's what her dying self thought but that wasn't exactly true.

~End of backstory~

She came back to life and well she is now my humble self who is a good friend of hystorical people like Sacagawea, Theodore Roosevelt and others. My personal favourite of them all is Ahkmenrah. He is a pharao of egypt who is dead like most of us. Makes sense right? And well he kind of is more to me. I certainly don't know what I am for him but he is more than a friend. I think it's enough to say that I have kind of a crush on the handsome egyptian man. Well okay it's a big crush to be honest.

Everytime when I have those nightmares about my death he's there to help me. I'm very thankful to have him. Even though I'm quite sad that I don't know about his feelings for me.

Well my little thoughts about my past and current situation were interrupted by hand that waved in front of my face. I blinked twice and mumbled a little "Wa?", that made him chuckle. "You were very deep into your thoughts today. Is something troubling you?", he asked me somewhat amused but also concerned. I just stared into his eyes and shook my head indicating a "no". He just sighs and asked if I could tell him about some stories that I read. He asked for some fairy tales. So I told him some. Mostly the famous ones like "Snow white", "Rapunzel", "The beauty and the beast" and also "Sleeping Beauty".

At some point he laid down and rested his head on my lap. I stopped reading and stared down on him with wide eyes. He eyed me from his position and asked what's wrong. He wasn't like this before. Never. And this shocked me. "Nothing's wrong. But tell me why are you laying your head on my lap?", I asked with a blush that told the world how embarassed and overworked I was from the whole situation. "I'm simply resting. I was feeling tired." Well he is dead so it was kind of a miracle for me to think that he can feel tired. I just shrugged and returned still a little flustered to reading the current story.

After I finished with the story I glanced down to Ahk who still rested his head on my lap. Surprisingly he kind of fell asleep. I watched his peaceful face and felt the heat returning into my face. I may be out of wax but well I kind of can blush at least at night. Though everyone can kind of. It's cute when I see Teddy blush because of Sacagawea or the other way around. I kind of still wonder how it's possible. But well we talk about a relict that can bring basically everything to life so questioning that kind of stuff can bring a headache to someone and by someone I mean myself.

As I was thinking and staring down on the handsome pharao on my lap the mentioned man was waking up and saw to me. Catching me red-handed as I was watching him sleep. I then registered that he had opened his beautiful brown eyes and well you can guess it. I became something similar to a living tomato. He smiled widely seeing me this flustered and laughed out loud.

"Thank you for guarding my sleep! But I'm sure that the sun will rise very soon." Indeed the sky was getting lighter every minute and it's just a matter of time that we need to be on our places. He sat up but put me to a halt when I wanted to stand up. "Could you answer me one little question about a german word?", he asked looking at the young woman with great interest. "Sure. What is your question?"

"What does "Heimat" mean?" Heimat. I haven't heard that word for long only thought about it. "Well "Heimat" is similar to the english word "home" but some people might say that it has a higher meaning. It's more connected with feelings and it doesn't need to be a place. Sometimes it's a person or a thing." "Hmm can you tell me if my usage of the word is correct?", he asked kind of nervous id I'm putting it right. I just nodded and he took a deep breath. That kind of makes it suspicious. Like if he's going to confess or something. He wouldn't right?

Then he grabbed for my hand and said "(Y/N) my beautiful little desert flower. You are everything to me and my "Heimat" is wherever you are. Eh.. could you tell me how I say in german that you're my "Heimat"?" "Du bist meine Heimat", I answered in a trance like state. "(Y/N). Du bist meine Heimat*" I teared up after he said that. "Du bist auch meine Heimat, Ahk.**" He caressed my cheek and kissed me slowly. It was a cute kiss that showed all his emotions for me and of course I reciprocated it as soon as I was out of my trance.

"I love you", he mumbled lowly while connecting his forehead with mine. "I love you too." He is my "Heimat" and I'm pretty sure he'll always be. Well as long as the tablet and the time are on our side.

What the two lovebirds haven't noticed was that the tablet had little corrosions over it. And that their next adventure is waiting for them.

Well that's it my friend's! It's really late and I'm kind of tired as idk. Especially since it's 3 a.m. And I need to go to school tomorrow like ahhhh! Am I dumb kinda. Do I have to write a class test in math tomorrow? Yes. Yes, I have to. Well that's the reason why I'm going to sleep now. So yeah. Ouh and if I got anything wrong tell me friendly if it's unfriendly I will simply ignore it. I'll make soon a masterlist and link it to this post and the other two as well. And yeah... See ya guys later!

Edited: Here is the masterlist!

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Translation: "(Y/N). Du bist meine Heimat." -> "(Y/N). You're my home." * "Du bist auch meine Heimat, Ahk." -> "You're my home as well, Ahk." **

#ahkmenrah x reader #natm #x reader #ahkmenrah x you #ahkmenrah x y/n #fanfic #reader #natm ahkmenrah

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me-and-my-flashlight · 1 year

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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

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• 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

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• 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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#night at the museum imagines #night at the museum imagine #night at the museum x reader #night at the museum #ahkmenrah #kahmunrah #Larry #al capone #napoleon #request #requests #requested

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entesi · 3 years

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The First Kiss (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Summary: The reader is a nightguard at the Museum and is very close to Ahkmenrah. After spending some time together, the two share something very important to each other.

Word Count: 990

Author’s Note: I just want to warn that not only is this my first x reader fic but I am also autistic so I have a weird way of writing but I hope you enjoy this. I made it as gender neutral as possible so everyone can read it

“Are you alright, my dear?”

Your attention was caught by the voice in front of you. Your focus was on his elegant robe, something you always admired and sometimes envied in your fashion sense.

“Of course. Just a bit distracted.” You answered the Pharaoh, trying to avoid eye contact. Normally, you were quite comfortable around Ahkmenrah, and the two of you were very close. But something has been building up in your heart for the past few weeks which made you feel nervous and a bit awkward.

Ahkmenrah placed a hand on your cheek, trying to look into your eyes. “Your face is as hot as the Sahara. Have you had enough water today?”

“I think so, though I have been a bit… ’distracted’ for a few days.” You chuckled.

Ahk chuckled back in response. “I’ve noticed.” He pulled up a chair beside you and noticed you fiddling with a pen in your hand. “Still studying that instruction manual? I didn’t think you would need to be making notes anymore.You’ve been here for a long time.”

You’d been writing the tips and tricks down from the manual in a personal notebook to keep as a copy. The paper was decaying, and considering the fact most of it had been torn up by Dexter, you wanted to get it down as quickly as possible. You also wrote your own details to go alongside it since not all of the advice was… well, entirely accurate, now that you’d been the nightguard for a few months. You wanted to take your job seriously after learning about the secret of the tablet, and Larry entrusted you with the job now that he had retired.

You found yourself staring at the Pharaoh’s robes again, though this time he noticed your gaze. He chuckled again and stood up to do a small spin, the fabric dancing lightly over your feet.

“You seem to like my clothing.” He smirked at you which made a burning feeling build up in your chest. “Your modern day bodywear always fascinated me. I do not know how some of it is comfortable, but you seem very happy in it.”

“Your own is very interesting, Ahk. You’re so regal, I’ve always admired that about you. It makes you look proud and important.” You looked up at him and noticed his smile was now gone, and his face was mildly flustered.

“I’m not as confident as I may seem, you know.” He stuttered a bit and sat back down beside you. “Despite my status, I am a bit of a nervous wreck around new people. I remember when I first met you I had no idea how to properly say hello around someone so cute.”

Your face started burning, and you too, stuttered. “You think I’m cute?”

“Well, yes, I was under the impression that the feeling was mutual.” Ahk forced a laugh. “Well, not truthfully, but I have caught you staring at me quite a bit. Do not feel bad though, as the Pharaoh, my people quite often admired me.”

“It… is mutual.” You paused. “And your people were lucky to have their time spent admiring you.”

The king’s face went bright red and he sat back in his chair, unsure of how to respond.

It was obvious to most of the exhibits that the two of you had bonded on a very personal level, however neither of you wanted to admit it. Before you or Ahk could speak, your pen dropped to the floor, breaking the silence and startling the two of you. You crouched down to pick it up when your company finally said something.

“I would like to show you something. Meet me in my tomb.” His voice was stern and serious, and his expression matched. He hurried off and the room, except for Rexy and yourself, was now empty. You stood up and left your pen and book on the desk in front of you then went off to follow Ahkmenrah.

When you arrived, the jackals greeted you with a head nod, and you saw Ahk standing with a smirk on his face near his tablet, arms outstretched in your direction. “Come closer, my dear. I have a surprise for you.”

As you walked over to him, the jackals turned their heads to the entrance of the tomb, silently guarding in case anyone decided to interrupt the two of you. When you got close enough to Ahk, he wrapped his arms around you in the tightest hug he’s ever given you. You felt a sense of comfort and warmth from him unlike anything you’ve felt from him before.

“Was this the surprise? A hug?” You tried to hide the smile developing on your face, and you noticed Ahk had a wide grin to match.

“Actually, this was only the beginning of your surprise. I have something much more important planned.” He rested his hands on your shoulders and his smile faded. “Close your eyes.”

You were uncertain of what he had for you, but you closed your eyes nonetheless. After a few seconds, you felt the press of Ahkmenrah’s lips against your own. His lips were soft and inviting, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him to pull him closer to you. You could feel his face was as red as yours, but neither of you cared, and the kiss lasted for a few minutes before you both slowly opened your eyes and pulled back to look at each other.

“How was that? Satisfying enough for my darling?” Ahk smirked yet again, his eyes full of playful lust.

For the first time, you felt completely confident in what you wanted to say to him. “Absolutely, my king. We should do this again sometime.” A grin appeared on your face and you pulled him closer to you, until a tiny little cowboy in your pocket popped out. “Finally!” He shouted, and ducked back into your pocket.

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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A Moment

A/N: As I perused my Masterlist, I realized I had never done a virginity-loss story. Because I’m still in my soft-bitch-feels, here’s a continuation of “Say You Don’t Care” with Ahkmenrah. And it is achingly sweet.

Warning: Full smut ahead, so begone under 18s.

A month passed after your admission of virginity to Ahkmenrah, but for the first time, nothing changed.

He didn’t distance himself.

He didn’t start acting like you were made of glass.

He didn’t stop flirting with you or teasing you.

And he didn’t stop touching you or kissing you.

In fact, you were currently straddling him on the couch in the breakroom, your mouth hot against his as his hands rested on your thighs, his fingers sporadically clenching with an itch he didn’t hide from you as your hand palmed his hardness over his shendyt.

Detaching your lips with a slight gasp, you breathed, “Ahk?”

“Yes, my sweet?” he answered, his freed lips moving away from your mouth and travelling along your jaw.

“Touch me. I—I need you to touch me.”

Ahk’s gravelly groan sent a shiver of lust down your spine.

“Where? Tell me where,” he purred as his hands came to rest on your hips, his fingers flexing into the flesh of your bum while his thumbs pressed into the indentures near your hipbones.

“My—my . . .”

Ahkmenrah’s right hand slid over to your juncture, his thumb now pressing enticingly above your legging-covered clit.

“Yooour?” he teased.

In frustration, you squeezed where your hand had been rubbing and he hissed, his own hand returning to your hip as he looked up at you.

“Seems we are at an impasse,” he chided as he bit his lower lip and looked up at you, his eyes fighting a losing battle to conceal their mirth.

You removed your hand from his shendyt then settled both on his shoulders, the beads of his wesekh cool under your palms as you looked into his polychromatic eyes, more green than blue today, and took a deep breath.

“I want you to make me come.”

“Make you come, hmm?” Ahk teased as he gently pushed you off his lap, reaching up to stretch as if he were disinterested while you stood, hands popping onto your hips as you blew out a breath of exasperation.

With a slight quirk of his lips, Ahkmenrah slowly reached for the strings that bound his wesekh and after untying them, he laid the jumble of beads on the floor by the couch. Next, he stretched out, nestling into the cushions as he patted the spot in front of him for you to lie down. Once you did, Ahk settled his leg between yours, his hardness still evident and pressing into your hip; he cupped your face and turned you toward him, kissing you sweetly, then with hunger before he released your face and slid his hand down your body, dipping beneath the waistband of your leggings.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, letting his fingers work. He loved to touch you, to work you up and whisper in your ear to let go, so it didn’t surprise you at all that Ahkmenrah was taking his time, sliding between your lips and dipping shallowly into your heat, teasing you with his intent.

A moan escaped as you grasped his wrist when he brought his fingers to your clit.

“So pretty like this my love,” Ahk spoke in your ear, his breath warm as its puff disturbed the strands of hair nearby.

“I wish you could see what I do to you.”

His name tumbled off your tongue in response and you opened your eyes to focus on the way he was looking at you as his middle finger circled your clit, the pressure increasing as your body closed in on its release.

“Come for me, my sweet girl. Come,” he spoke, his voice straddling the line between a command and a plea, which never failed to send you over the edge.

Unable to hold your eyes open, your neck arched and your head pushed into the sofa’s armrest as you soaked Ahkmenrah’s fingers. Breathy pants fell from your lips as your thighs clenched and held his hand prisoner.

Eyes still shut, basking in the bliss of a good climax, you suddenly realized that your body still ached for something—it ached for him.

When your eyes popped open with this hard awareness, you shifted into Ahk’s body and began kissing any part of him your lips could reach, uttering, “I need more, Ahkmenrah. I’m ready for more.”

“My sweet,” he answered as he began to detangle himself, his mouth softly smiling. “It is easy to get carried aw—”

“No,” you cut him off, grasping his face and looking him square in the eye. “I mean it.”

Ahkmenrah’s lips parted as he furrowed his brow and searched your face. The understanding that eventually settled in his expression without either of you needing to speak another word, let you know you were right—it had been worth waiting for someone who knew you so well.

“Not . . . here,” he spoke with resolve as he struggled to sit up on the couch.

Once he clambered up, he reached for your hand. Ahk quickly led you to one of the newest exhibits on the topmost floor—a home-series that was done to showcase a variety of eco-friendly interior designs, and two of the displays were bedrooms.

“Is this suitable?” he asked, choosing the brighter of the two rooms, the bedding done in crisp whites and shades of purple.

You sat on the bed and bounced, making sure it was actually something plush and not a piece of plywood.

“It’s comfy enough,” you answered, excitement fluttering inside your stomach.

“I have been making use of this serene location to study,” Ahk said as he pulled out a drawer and held up a set of flashcards. “I find the scents here most appealing. It is not . . . not a fake odor, like all of your modern things.”

“Plastic—plastic is the smell you don’t like.”

“Unnatural,” he said, shaking his head.

“Is--is there a way to ensure we won’t be interrupted?” you stammered, now wondering if those butterflies weren’t just a bit of nerves, too.

Ahkmenrah’s lips pursed as he thought, then he smiled as he barked a short order in ancient Egyptian. His eyes watched and waited, trained on the doors that led to this exhibit until you both felt the floor tremble as his guards settled, their intimidating outlines only just visible through the frosted glass.

“Now then. We shan’t be disturbed.

“But I have to ask, just once more,” Ahkmenrah stated as he sat down on the bed next to you, reaching out to turn your face to his. “Are you certain?”

“More than—I mean, I’ll have to edit some of the details, but who will ever have a better ‘first time’ story than me?”

Ahk laughed and pressed his forehead to yours.

“If you want to stop, at any time, please say so.”

“I won’t want to.”

“Humor me?”

“Yes, Ahkmenrah, my loving, doting prince. I promise I’ll say stop if I want to stop.”

“Thank you.”

You kissed him softly, but soon found yourself straddling his lap once again, the kiss turning eager as your mind was consumed with the thought of your beautiful Egyptian undressed and poised to satiate your ache.

Reaching for the hem of your shirt, you broke the kiss to pull it off and toss it on the floor. You began to push at his cape, tugging at the sleeves before frowning.

Ahk chuckled and gave your bottom a squeeze.

“Allow me,” he said, moving to stand as you slid off his lap.

“Please do,” you gestured with a wave of your hand.

Ahkmenrah took a few steps forward, his back to you as he worked out of his cape and let it fall to the floor. You sucked in a breath as you watched the muscles in his back flex, realizing that this was a sight you could drink in for a lifetime.

He stepped out of his sandals, and you watched as his hands came to rest on his heavy belt. He turned his head and spoke over his shoulder, “Would you like me to turn around?”

“Yes. I mean no. No. Or . . . I don’t know, “you stammered, and he laughed.

As he straightened his shoulders, you watched the backs of his arms as his hands crossed in front of his hips and in a flash, his shendyt whispered to the floor.

You swallowed hard as your eyes raked over his backside, and your heart may have actually skipped a beat as you took in all of his honey-colored skin.

“Ready?” he asked, clearly able to feel your absorption in his form.

“Turn around.”

Ahkmenrah spun around and just stood there, hands at his sides, cock hard, a smirk on his face, looking like a deity come to life.

“I sometimes find it hard to believe you aren’t made out of wax,” you said as your eyes trailed over every inch of his body. You had probably seen almost every inch of him—just not all at once.

“Some people believe a perfect form is a myth. Clearly, the gods stopped creating man in their image when those Macedonian wretches—”

“Easy, killer. Keep your focus.”

“Yes. Too dark right now,” Ahkmenrah agreed, moving swiftly to stretch out on the bed. “Your turn!”

With a deep breath, you stood and removed your shoes and socks, then added your leggings to Ahk’s pile of clothes, working them off in a way that was nowhere near as sexy as watching his shendyt drop like an expensive dress.

Clad only in your bra and panties, you chanced a glance at his face and felt emboldened by the unadulterated lust that emanated from his gaze. Not to mention the very light grip he had on his cock as he watched you, his thumb running back and forth over his tip.

You unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor, your nipples drawing into peaks thanks to the constant stream of air conditioning that seemed to run, winter or summer, throughout the museum.

“You are so beautiful,” Ahk stated, his voice just as confident as it had been when he was discussing his own appearance.

With another glance and a shy smile, you slid your panties down your legs and stepped out of them, moving closer to the bed.

“Like Anat,” Ahk breathed. “No—even more stunning than she.”

You were a little embarrassed by his praise, but Ahkmenrah released his cock and scrambled to the edge of the bed, his legs opening just enough for you to stand between his knees.

Those strong fingers of his ghosted over every part of you he could reach, and before your eyes could slip shut, he said, “I love you, Y/N. I am honored by your decision.”

“I know,” you answered with a sweet smile.

Ahkmenrah stood and pulled you flush with his body. His earthy scent was as intoxicating as his warmth, and his hands gently ran up and down your back, making you pliant under his touch.

Your hands were resting on Ahk’s waist and you slid them up, over his chest, and to his shoulders. You looked into his eyes and were lost, two silly grins spreading across your faces as you looked at each other in anticipation of the coming intimacy.

Moving one of his hands under your chin, Ahk tilted up your head and lowered his mouth to yours.

At first, his lips just laid softly on top of yours, your eyes slipping shut and your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. Slowly, he pulled back to capture your upper lip, then your lower, pulling it between his lips and lightly sucking.

You licked lightly at his upper lip and Ahk released your bottom lip so you could deepen the kiss, your tongue entering his mouth, relishing in the taste of him.

You felt yourself being pushed gently back onto the bed and Ahkmenrah settled between your legs, his weight propped up on his arms as he began to kiss down your neck, pulling moans from your throat as he sucked and licked his way to your breasts.

His mouth encased your nipple and you reached down to grasp the back of his head, threading your fingers through his thick curls, pressing his face into the flesh of your breast until he pulled back, his tongue gently flicking at the stiff peak before moving over to repeat his actions.

You appreciated his attentiveness, but that ache, that need that felt like it was an animal all on its own made you hurry Ahk along, wriggling higher up on the bed and pushing his shoulders down so he’d keep going.

“I know you’re eager but I want this to be as painless as possible,” Ahkmenrah said between kisses over your stomach and your abdomen.

You nodded and squeezed your thighs around him in agreement, and when Ahk reached your core, he gently licked at your clit and you felt like your body was on fire. He was paying attention, though, and didn’t play with you for long. Instead, he sat up and spread your legs, your thighs easily falling open and for a moment you lost your breath, nerves fluttering through you as you thought this was it.

However, Ahkmenrah reached out with his finger and gently worked into your opening, thrusting shallowly as he gathered your copious wetness.

The sensation wasn’t enough—even when he added a second finger.

“Please,” you begged, a part of you just wanting to finally know what it felt like to have someone inside of you, another part of you craving the intimacy, the new connection that would be formed between you and Ahkmenrah.

He leaned forward and hovered over you, his fingers still working inside of you, but he was spreading them, pushing them against your tight walls, encouraging them to stretch.

“Soon, my love,” he soothed. “So soon.”

Ahkmenrah looked down at you, his own cheeks flushed, his lips parted as he breathed, his bright eyes memorizing your face as you looked up at him, and as you got lost in the affectionate warmth that radiated from his eyes, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and replaced them with the tip of his cock.

He teased at your entrance, slickening himself, and you blinked, realizing that this was a new sensation.

“If it hurts—”

“I’m ready,” you said with finality as he bent to kiss your mouth before tracing his tongue along the edge of your jaw.

When he got close to your ear, he whispered, “Do you want to watch me disappear inside of you?”

A fresh flood of arousal coursed to your center as you processed his words, then nodded.

He pulled another pillow off the bed and situated it under your head before he sat back on his haunches and pulled your thighs flush with his, your legs spread open as he gently grasped your knees to hold them in position.

Ahkmenrah watched you as your eyes dropped from his face as soon as he pushed forward, his cock entering you slowly, giving you time to adjust.

It felt more odd than painful, to be stretched so wide with no abatement.

“Move,” you instructed, your eyes glancing up and catching the look of stern concentration on his face—he was so focused, it was comical. “Move, please,” you requested with a giggle.

Ahkmenrah closed his eyes and slowly pulled back before thrusting into you again.

“I am not going to last,” he admitted, opening his eyes again to check on you. “Are you—”

“I’m fine. Please.”

Ahkmenrah began to move with a slow, steady rhythm, determined to guide you away from the strange, uncomfortable sensation of having sex for the first time, and to move you toward that satiation of your earlier ache.

You watched him moving in and out of you, and you had no idea it would be so erotic to finally understand the feeling of having a man inside of you, and as you relaxed, your walls stretching as nature intended, you realized how powerful sex could be.

Ahkmenrah was lost; his face was still twisted in concentration and his fingers were bruising on your thighs. His chest was flushed and as it crept up his face and neck, the red deepened his skin from its golden hue to a pretty, deep russet.

He looked like a god, exiled from heaven and entirely at your mercy.

Had you known your body could turn this once-king, who always felt larger than life, so human, you may have been ready even sooner to give yourself to him. And therein was the contradiction—you were giving yourself to him, but it felt as though he was completely bent to your will, his body a slave to yours and not at all the other way around.

Overcome with emotion, you reached for Ahkmenrah and he blinked, refocusing on your face before he released your thighs and moved up your body, his torso resting against yours, his heat merging with yours, and you closed your eyes as you moved, too, no longer afraid of the discomfort.

“Ohhh,” Ahk moaned low in his throat. “My love.”

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear, reaching to kiss his jaw, clutching at his back and wanting nothing more than to extend this moment for eternity.

Not long after your declaration, Ahkmenrah held himself up, his hand cupping your face as he bent his forehead to yours and came, yet another new sensation that you thought felt strange as his cum flooded within you.

When he stopped moving, you held him against you, whispering for him not to move, not yet, not yet. Murmurs and whisperings of love passed between each of your lips as you softly kissed.

“Are you all right,” Ahk gently asked, when he moved to lay next to you.

With a grin, you rolled half onto him, and nipped at his lower lip.

“When can we do that again?”

Ahk’s face split into a wide grin, his teeth white and flashing as his chest began to rumble with laughter.

“Considering the way I feel about you, a moment, my love. All I need is a mere moment.”

You watched his eyes as he spoke, the laughter dying in his voice as his seriousness took hold, and for what could have been seconds or minutes, you locked eyes and luxuriated in the mutual radiance of your sweet love.

#Ahkmenrah #natm ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah fanfiction #ahkmenrah smut #but it is SWEET smut #Ahkmenrah x reader #female reader #rami malek characters #rami malek #first time #first time fic

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mcyt-amber-tftsmp · 3 years

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Ok then if you're sure Author-sama-!

oK- So! I've been kinda sucked into the NaTM (night at the museum) fandom and sjsjsjsjsj (and I'm totally not Simpin on a certain pharaoh 👀) (I've also kinda requested this to another dsmp x reader blog but my request probably disappeared- but don't worry it's about a kinda platonic! C!Philza x ahk! Reader)

C! Foolish with a s/o who's like Ahkmenrah-

Like- while he was looking for a place for his summer home, he kinda stumbled upon Reader's tomb, and he thought the stuff inside the tomb was neat so he kinda took everything including reader's sarcophagus

(since his cannon height is 23'3 I think he can probably pick up said sarcophagus easily-)

And he recreated reader's tomb near his summer home and one night while he was working on one of his builds he saw a weird glow-?

Coming from the tomb he recreated he went over there and saw the glow was from the weird tablet thing he found from the tomb and got freaked out by the banging, moans, and screams coming from the sarcophagus and hesitantly walked over it-

He opened it and the person who he supposedly thought was dead fell over the ground and fumbled around a bit and what their hand finally found which part to unwrap the wrappings around them they let out a cough while patting the dust off them while muttering something in Egyptian

(In the movie ahk mentioned he learned English while he was an exhibit at Cambridge university so I'm guessing Foolish could teach reader-? Cuz his builds are Egyptian and Greek-themed so I'm assuming he knows how to speak Greek and Egyptian since he's one of the oldest people in the SMP!)

(Also- I'm imagining c! Foolish with Ahk! Reader dressed up in Egyptian clothing- jsjssjsj it's so cute i- jsjsjsjsjsjssnsmsk)

-🌻

Hmm...

I'll do it considering I have watched the Night At The Museum movie like a year back or something!

Plus this is pretty interesting!

Also yeah the thought of the Reader dressed up in Egyptian clothing is pretty cute!

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➶ 𝐂! 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟐➴

Ft. Akhmenrah Reader

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The first time you both met was actually in a sense a very odd first time.

Foolish was basically just exploring like any sort of good and well placed Desert Biomes to search for anything to add in his Summer Home.

As he looked around he stumbled upon a Tomb, your Tomb to be exact.

He was pretty awed by the inside of the Tomb too and even saw a sarcophagus which was basically yours.

"This looks pretty neat." He said as he looked around at the things while thinking of recreating all of this back at his Summer Home.

So he basically took everything from the place and took your Sarcophagus too with ease considering he is basically 23'3 in God height so yeah.

The minute he got back with all the items and sarcophagus, he started to work on your Tomb.

It didn't take him that long to make considering he's a really good builder but he wanted to make the Tomb the exact replica of the old one.

Once he finished making it, he put all the items in the way it was originally placed and lastly put your Sarcophagus in it too.

After that, he decided to work on his other builds in his Summer Home and that's technically where it all begins.

One day, he was working on one of his builds when he suddenly saw a weird glow coming from your tomb and this kind of made him confused.

"What the..." He trailed off as he went down from the ladder and went over to the tomb to check out what was happening.

He went over there and saw the glow was from the weird tablet thing he found from the tomb

He then started to hear banging noises come from the sarcophagus and got freaked out by it.

He carefully walked over to it and hesitantly opened it and the person who he supposedly thought was dead fell over the ground and fumbled around a bit.

He was shocked as he saw you fumbling around until your hand finally found which part to unwrap the wrappings around them.

You let out a cough while patting the dust off them while muttering something in Egyptian.

Foolish on the other hand was trying to figure out what the heck just happened while you were standing and looking around confused.

He finally snapped out of his thoughts as he looked at you.

He noticed how you were wearing Egyptian clothes only females would wear and not gonna lie he actually found you pretty as a small blush had tinted his face.

He basically understood what you said even if it was in Egyptian but he knew that if you were gonna be around here, he had to teach you English.

He's pretty much in a sense a Greek and Egyptian God mixed into one so he knew those languages which was pretty easy for him to teach you English.

It didn't take much time to teach you everything on English considering you were a very quick learner.

After you learned English full time, he decided to show you around the place and the people here on the SMP.

When he showed you around, you were pretty awed by everything since you never saw this in your life.

You met a few people like Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy and Puffy who happened to be Foolish's mother or as Foolish calls her 'papa' which you didn't question at all since you found it pretty sweet.

You also heard about his brother being in prison for doing many bad things and you felt bad for him and his family but couldn't really do anything about that.

Both of you may or may not have come across the Eggpire which Foolish seriously hated and didn't want you to even know of them.

He told you that they used to be good people and basically explained the amount of stuff that had happened which you took note of and decided to not associate with them or anything.

You even met his totem son, Foolish Jr. who you found really cute and adorable and Foolish Jr. warmed up to you pretty fast.

You really like how Foolish was very nice towards you and taught you everything you needed to know.

You also liked how most of the people on the SMP were nice too and you could tell living in this timeline wouldn't be bad.

"I think I am going to like it here." You thought to yourself as a smile formed on your face.

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Sorry for the long wait!

I kinda had to deal with school and everything since it just started up again!

I hope you liked this though cause I tried my best with this!

I actually liked writing this NGL!

^^;;

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gxldenflower · 3 years

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Request Guidelines

Requests are: closed

Characters I Take Requests For

Marvel:

○Mobius M. Mobius

○Loki Odinson

○Mobius x Reader x Loki

Night At The Museum

○Jedediah

○Ahkmenrah

(I write for other characters as well, but these are the only ones I’m comfortable taking requests for right now)

Rules

○Some requests I get may not get written. Even if it's within my guidelines. I don't want to force myself to write something that I have no inspiration for

○I only write x readers

○Please specify whether you want the reader to be written as male or gender-neutral (I no longer write female readers)

○Check the list of things I will not write before requesting

○I don’t have a specific timeline as to if/when your request will be written & posted. Please be patient with me!

○With the way I write fics, the only difference between one shots, imagines, and drabbles is the length. Let me know how long you would want the fic to be and I’ll try my best. Or, if you want headcanons, I can write those as well!

○Oneshot: 500+ words

○Imagine: 200-500 words

○Drabble: Less than 200 words

○Headcanon: Snippets of what I think character A would do in a specific situation

○Example of a request: an imagine where Bruce makes gender neutral!reader breakfast in bed

Thing I Will Not Write

○Smut or anything of that sort

○Non-con, r*pe, sexual assault/harassment of ANY kind

○Abuse, neglect, or domestic violence

○Pregnancy

○Children

○Child!Readers

○Mental health or mental illnesses (I deal with mental health issues myself, and have written about them in the past. I am only comfortable depicting my own experiences with depression, anxiety, and panic attacks)

○Heavy angst, like death of the main character(s), breakups, cheating, etc.

#archer speaks.

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littledreamybeth · 7 years

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Gone (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

This part three to my Ahkmenrah series! Enjoy! (Part one : A maid for Ahkmenrah, part two: Unexpected) P.S: I know I'm not the best writer at all but I hope you still like it!

Word count: 1,712

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you collected all your belongings and put them into a sack. Your heart was breaking and you felt terrible but there was no other way than considering escape. You knew you would hurt Ahkmenrah by leaving him without even telling him but you really had no other choice. Since you found out that you were pregnant with his child, you fought against fear. You feared that the young prince or especially the king would find out. What would Ahkmenrah think of you?

You knew the king wouldn’t show any mercy in that case. He would kill you no matter if you were his son’s secret love. And you didn’t want to lose your life neither did you want to lose your baby. It was a part of Ahkmenrah. The love of your life. To stay alive, you had to leave as soon as possible. Besides, you didn’t want to be burden for Ahkmenrah. He had his own problems.

“You’re a servant, (Y/N)…” You thought. “What can you even offer to him? Nothing!”

With a last glance at your chamber, you closed the door and slowly walked out of the palace. You made sure not to get caught, that’s why you had to be extremely cautious. Monifa would be waiting for you outside the palace. She was very surprised when she found out that you were pregnant to a royal child. Never in her life had she imagined that you and prince Ahkmenrah would have a romantic affair. On the one side, she was happy about your happiness. She could tell that you were so much in love with him but on the other side she wished it wouldn’t have been kept as a secret. You should have told the king before things became very serious.

As you told her about your plans to escape, she offered you to come with her. She was going to leave the city for a long while and she also offered you safety, security and shelter. You instantly agreed. You knew you’d never return back. It was a very selfish decision of yours, you knew that. You also knew that Ahkmenrah had all the right to see his child and to know that it even existed. You knew what you did was so wrong, but you were afraid. You wanted to keep your baby safe.

“Are you ready?” Monifa asked as you finally took your last step out of the palace. You nodded, your head hanging down. Your friend knew how hard it must have been for you to go. She softly stroked over your arm.

“Everything is going to be fine. I promise.” You sniffled at her response and then you two walked away. Away from the palace, away from Ahkmenrah. Out of the city. Far, far away.

The whole week had you contemplated about sharing the news of your pregnancy with Ahkmenrah. But nevertheless you decided against it. However, what you couldn’t foresee was that the prince already knew about it.

While you made your way out of the city, he sprinted down the hallways. He needed to get to his father’s chamber before his brother arrived. He should be the one to tell the news to the king and not his evil brother. Ahkmenrah knew he would be in huge trouble but he could care less about that. He would become a father and he would do anything to protect his family. Even if that meant that he had stand up against his own father.

The guardians glanced weirdly at the young man as Ahkmenrah passed them. Just a few more steps, then he would arrive at his destination.

“Father! I have to tell you something! It’s very-“Ahkmenrah called as he opened the door to his father’s chamber, totally out of breath. However, his heart dropped to his stomach as he saw the sight in front of him. He was too late. Kahmunrah stood next to the king with a malicious grin on his lips. And not to mention the king. Ahkmenrah never saw his father like this. The king’s eyes pierced through the young man’s body and Ahkmenrah instantly felt a cold shiver running down his spine.

He felt naked under his father’s gaze. “Is that true what you brother is telling me, son?” His father asked, his voice sounding too neutral for his liking. Ahkmenrah knew his father tried to hold back his temper as much as he could but he also knew that he would soon explode. After all, what Ahkmenrah did was utterly unforgivable.

“I-I don’t know about the pregnancy, father.” Ahkmenrah started to speak, his voice slightly shaking. “I wasn’t able to talk to (Y/N) yet, but the rest is true. I have a secret relationship with her.”

The king slowly walked towards his youngest son. Ahkmenrah’s heart pumped terribly fast in his chest. His father came so close to him that the young prince could feel his breath on his face. Before he could say anything else, his father raised his hand and slapped him across his face. What the two of them couldn’t see was the evil grin Kahmunrah’s lips. He definitely enjoyed the sight in front of him. Now he wasn’t the only one who brought disgrace on the family.

“Shame on you, Ahkmenrah!” His father screamed at him. Betrayal, rage and sorrow were evident in his voice. “How dare you to bring such a shame on your family?! You were supposed to be king!”

Ahkmenrah just listened to his father, not interrupting him or defending himself for once. He knew what he did was wrong. But his love for you was stronger than anything else.

“I trusted you Ahkmenrah. I trusted you with all my being. But now I’m highly and deeply disappointed in you. How can you even start a relationship with a servant? Do you know what other royalties would think about our family if they’d find out? You can be grateful that it was your brother who found out and nobody else. You behavior was irresponsible.”

“Is that the only thing you think about? Our reputation?” Ahkmenrah snapped back. “Don’t you even care about the happiness of your children?”

“Of course I do! How can you even doubt it?!” His father screamed.

“I was afraid father, alright?! I was afraid! Your son fell in love with a servant and I also knew that you’d never allow us to be together no matter how much I’d try to convince you. You would never grant my wish and I can tell you why: Because she has no money, she’s no royalty and she works for us. But I didn’t care! I love her with all my being, with all my heart. She means the world to me! And I’m not even ashamed for falling in love with her! She changed my life! I feel free with her! With her, I’m not a prince, I am myself, I am Ahkmenrah!”

His father knitted his eyebrows after Ahkmenrah’s little outbreak and looked at his son with a surprised expression. Ahkmenrah felt very proud and also a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders.

“And I swear to Ra, father, if you ever consider killing her so you can kill me too, because my life wouldn’t be the same without her. My life wouldn’t mean anything without her.”

The king stared at his son. You could tell that he had an inner battle with himself. On the one side, he would like to punish his son and his secret girlfriend but on the other side, he could see how much passion and love his son shared for this girl. He could see the same love in his eyes that he shared for queen Shepseheret. He also loved Ahkmenrah and he could never hurt him, no matter how much disappointed he felt.

“Guardians!” The king called then. The door was opened and two guardians entered the chamber. “Please, bring servant (Y/N) to me as soon as possible!”

“Father!” Ahkmenrah interfered. “If you-“

But the king interrupted him. “I would like to get to know the girl who stole my son’s heart.”

“What?” Kahmunrah and Ahkmenrah called in unison. While Kahmunrah’s body was filled with rage and disbelief, Ahkmenrah felt nothing but relieve washing over him. He fell down on his knees, praying and thanking to Ra. Warm tears were falling down his cheeks.

“I will give it a go!” The king said. “I hope it’s worth it.”

Ahkmenrah nodded with his head. “I promise father, it will.”

They heard a loud bang and noticed that Kahmunrah had left and slammed the door behind him. Of course, he imagined everything to end different. Ahkmenrah chuckled about that. When would Kahmunrah realize that he couldn’t win against him? The good always wins.

However, it took the guardians a long while to get (Y/N). Ahkmenrah wondered why. With every passing minute, he felt more worried. But suddenly the door was slammed open and the guardians jumped in.

“She’s gone!” A guardian yelled. “My prince, she’s gone!”

Ahkmenrah looked at the two men in front of him with a confused expression. “What do you mean guardian?”

“(Y/N), she’s gone! We searched for her but she’s nowhere to be found!” The young prince felt like someone punched him hard into his stomach. It was hard for him to breathe in that moment. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. His (Y/N) was gone? No, it couldn’t be true. She would never leave him. She loved him. Some strange feeling in his body told him that something bad must had happened to her. Something was wrong and he knew it.

Ahkmenrah felt a hand on his shoulder. He lifted up his head only to make eye contact with his father. “I’m so sorry to hear that, my son.” You could see a trace of compassion in his eyes. The young man shook his head, not willing to accept what he found out. He pulled away from his father’s touch and went out to the balcony. Warm tears streamed down his soft cheeks that his (Y/N) used to love caressing so much.

Ahkmenrah’s gaze fell down to the city in front of him. “Where are you (Y/N)?” He whispered.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Love of my life; Ahkmenrah x reader

*Author’s note*

I promised you guys didn’t I? Well here is Part 2 to History comes to life In this chapter there is nothing but FLUFFY PINING, some hints of flirting(?), but above all LOVING. And a bit of makeout (but it’s all PG). I also couldn’t help myself with this fic by adding a certain band in this and joking around with the fact that Rami played both these characters/people so I hope you all enjoy the little fun poke I do in this fic. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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It was five months after the whole Save the museum fiasco. And even though my internship ended, thanks to Larry I was still able to come anytime whether to do additional research or just to spend time with my new friends. Teddy was an excellent historian and it was amazing to hear some of the stories that only the real Teddy Roosevelt would know.

Sacagawea was great female company to have around when the men got to be a bit too much. She told me about her story and she even taught me how to shoot a real Native American bow and arrow. Even though I couldn’t quite understand him, Attila was fun to be around, he and the rest of his Huns always wanted me to tell them stories and see if I could perform any tricks for them (thankfully I still remember some of the close up magic card tricks I used to do for Nicky when he was younger).

Then there was Jed and Octavius. Those two—they are something I’ll give you that. They especially like to watch funny cat videos on Youtube.

Of course they still have their moments where they butt heads but either I or Larry are there to set them straight before they’re once again besties.

And of course I can’t forget, the pharaoh himself, Ahkmenrah. Every night he and I would spend the most time together. From learning each other’s life story, to dancing along to some of my favorite songs or showing him my favorite artists/bands.

Throughout all the time that Ahkmen and I have spent together, my feelings for him slowly began to grow. I tried to hide it but every time I tried to ignore it, my feelings for the millennia’s old pharaoh just kept growing and growing. The way his light blue eyes would stare into mine just felt like he was piercing my soul.

They made you feel not only insecure because they held such regalness to them, but they made you feel safe because even with him being probably the highest authority in history he’d never make you feel like you were inferior to him.

His smile was like—literally looking into the sun because it made you feel so warm inside. And when he touches your hand—it could damn well just make you melt.

The two of us were currently in the Hall of African mammals sitting up along the lion’s perch. Ahkmenrah was currently stroking the top of the male lion whom he’s named Maahes, while I had the female leopard I named Seshat with her head on my lap, her deep purring sounding off as I stroked her head.

“So is it really true you knew the Guardian of Brooklyn before he took his post?”

“Yeah, the Daley’s and I go way back to when I was in high school. Nicky was probably the best kid I ever babysat. He never spoke back to me and he wasn’t spoiled. He’s—really become like my little brother.”

“Consider yourself lucky to not have any other sibling.” He said trailing off. I noticed the somber look on his face and I knew Maahes saw it too. The king of the beasts actually nuzzled against Ahkmenrah letting out a gentle roar. “Thank you my friend.” Ahkmenrah thanked him as the king of the beasts suddenly turned into a kitten right before my eyes as he lay right across Akhmen’s lap.

“Now I know that you saw cats as link to the gods, did you ever go so far as to actually owning big cats such as these Maahes and Seshat?”

“My father did once own a lion of his very own. Unfortunately he got a little too rough with Kahmunrah and father was forced to get rid of him. My only real exotic pet would’ve been Horus, my falcon. He was such a reliable companion.”

“You must’ve trained him well.”

“He was a clever bird. Sharp as a whip and as clever as any man.” He reminisced. Just before I could respond, I felt Seshat leave my lap and her ears twitched about. Maahes reacted the same way as he hopped off the perch and joined alongside Seshat.

The two big cats soon crouched down into a hunting position as they both slowly stalked out of the hall right towards the door.

Ahkmen and I looked at each other confused before the two big cats took off like a shot before roaring out and we both heard two very familiar screams.

“Octavius!”

“Jed!” the two of us cried out as we raced out of the room and down the hall. As we reached the end of the hallway we saw the two big cats crouched over with their front paws outward.

“Oh Ahkmenrah, lady (y/n). we are sorry to intrude on your time together…..” Octavius said from between Maahes’ paws.

“It’s alright, Octavius. Maahes, release him!” Ahkmenrah first started off calmly before going into his kingly tone. That low and demanding tone that just made me want to bow before him and do whatever he wished.

Maahes grumbled before obeying and released Octavius. But that’s when I remembered that there was also a second voice that screamed.

“Where’s Jed?”

‘Bout time someone remembered me!’ oh dear god not again!

“Seshat! Drop him!” She looked up at me with those kitten eyes of hers but I scolded the young leopardess. “Right now!” she then spat out Jedidiah and he soon came tumbling out covered in cat spit. Ahkmen and I both made a face of disgust as Jed brushed himself off.

“Stupid cat!” he called up at Seshat. She hissed down at Jed.

“Steady my friend, she’s a young kitten after all. She still doesn’t know any better.” Octavius said. I took out a tissue and ripped a portion of it and handed it to Jed.

“Not that we’re not happy to see you both but why have you come all the way over here without the racecar? You know it’s dangerous for you both to be here, especially with Maahes and Seshat.” I said to him.

“That dangum monkey stirred up some trouble once again. He opened up the hallway window near our exhibit and before we knew it, we were attacked by giant birds.” Jed proclaimed as he cleaned himself off.

“Oh great, the onetime Larry gets sick leaving me to take care of the museum and already Dexter is making things difficult for me.” I whined.

“I’m sure it isn’t that bad.” Ahkmen tried to comfort me.

“Uhh yeah right. No offense your highness but this is probably the worst thing to ever strike our exhibits since we were at war with each other.” Jed laughed.

“It’s probably best we show you both what we are dealing with.” I knelt down and extended my hand and allowed the two miniature leaders to climb aboard before we all headed to the Hall of miniatures.

When we got there, we were definitely not expecting what Jed and Octavius had told us. The entire room was surrounded by dozens hell maybe even almost 100 pigeons.

“Oh my god.”

“You see what I mean! Birds everywhere!”

“How could there be so many?” Ahkmen asked.

“Apparently Dexter also had some food in hand when he allowed these pigeons in the museum.” We walked inside stepping over the birds. Of course when they suddenly took off, I couldn’t help but shriek and grab onto Akhmen’s arm.

I set the boys down in Jed’s territory which seemed to be the worst case.

“Jed, Octavius. We’ve tried every single weapon we got but all it’s done is caused these birds to leave more of their crap behind.” Said one of Jed’s loyal cowboy friends.

“Oh god that’s gross.”

“Okay so dynamite won’t work, neither will the arrows.” Octavius pondered. It was then I saw him look behind both Ahkmen and I, right towards Maahes and Seshat. “Wait, I’ve got an idea!”

“Lay it on my Octi.” Said Jed.

“What if the cats help?”

“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. What else you got?”

“No, no, no Jedidiah listen my friend. Lions have one of the most powerful voices in all the big cats. If we can get Maahes to roar, then the birds should scatter.”

“Uhh Octavius lions aren’t the only ones with a powerful roar you know.” I told him.

“Ohhh I wouldn’t say that.” Ahkmen said wearily. I turned to him aghast.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean no harm when I say this but Seshat is a young leopard. Maahes is a fully grown lion and his roar is mature enough to scare these pigeons away.” He gently tried to assure me. I crossed my arms over my chest and said.

“Bullshit!”

“Oh-ho-ho-ho. Looks like we got ourselves a competition ladies and gents.” Jed laughed.

“You hear this baby girl? Ahkmenrah thinks your roar’s not powerful enough.” She lowered her head angrily and let out a snarl as her ears bent back. “Show them what you got baby girl!” she then reared her head back as she opened her mouth and let out a fearsome leopard roar, which sent most of the pigeons out of the miniature wing.

“YEE-HAW!! Come on do it again! Do it again!” Ahkmenrah looked at my cockily before turning to Maahes and said.

“Show these ladies why you’re known as the God of war Maahes.” Maahes then reared his head and let out a loud lion’s roar which sent the rest of the flock right on out.

“WOO-WHO!!! Adios birdbrains!” Jed proclaimed as Maahes and Seshat then proceeded to pounce after the pigeons all over the room. The birds soon took off flying out of the room trying to find a way out of the building.

“Why not make a little wager?” Ahkmenrah said.

“On what grounds?”

“If Maahes can manage to get the pigeons out, you must sing a song for me.” I tried to hide my blush and I countered.

“Fine, but if Seshat wins, then you have to watch both the Mummy and the Mummy returns, no questions or complaints.”

“Deal.” We shook on it and followed behind the two big cats.

Throughout the museum, Seshat and Maahes continued to chase after the pigeons roaring and swatting at them. Jed and Octavius were now driving in their racecar catching up to the big cats wanting to get in on the action, cheering loudly at our two big cats.

Meanwhile Ahkmen and I raced behind cheering for both our cats in trying to get as many pigeons as they could.

“You know it’s never too late to back out!” Ahkmen laughed.

“Oh you wish we’re about to show you what girl power is all about!” I sassed at him. We raced on ahead down the second hall, passing the other exhibits who dodged our path.

The six of us just having a joy of chasing these pigeons all around the museum. Nothing could ruin this fun now.

But it was when we turned at one point of the museum that some of the pigeons were on top of the herd of rhinos and African water buffalo.

We all skidded to a stop right before the herd and I couldn’t help but say.

“Ohhhh shit.” One of the water buffalo’s snorted aggressively while a rhino let out a bellow.

At this point all of us including Seshat and Maahes took off running back the other way with the stampede following behind us. Seshat soon bumped into me and the next thing I knew I was riding on top of her back as she ran faster down the hall. I turned to see the Ahkmen was riding on top of Maahes’ back.

Both big cats did a sharp turn to the left towards the invertebrate wing while Jed and Octavius were just shortly behind us in the car. I then noticed a small closet just ahead and I cried out to them.

“Guys in there!” Seshat soon noticed the door and I quickly got off her back and opened the door and soon everyone piled inside. I quickly shut the door and the next thing we heard was the thundering stampede passing by us.

When the thundering of hooves and giant feet stopped, for some reason Ahkmen, Jed, Octavius and I soon just started laughing. I don’t know whether it was the adrenaline of nearly cheating (well in a sense) death, or just for the hell of it but we were all bursting out laughing in the tight closet space.

“That was even more thrilling than the chariot chases I used to do when I was a child.” Ahkmen said.

“Boy you said it Ahk. That there was truly a wild rodeo!” Jed cheered.

“Okay guys, since they’re gone I’d say it’s safe for us to go out.” I told them as I opened the door back up. And of course due to the tight space with me, an old pharaoh, two big cats and a ford mustang racecar, it was a tight squeeze to try and get out.

As Maahes and Seshat tried to get out, Ahkmen and I were jostled around for a bit, up until the point where our noses touched each other and our lips just barely grazed one another’s. The two of us chuckled nervously as we couldn’t look away from each other.

We were so caught up in the moment that we didn’t realize that we were now the only ones left in the closet.

“You both just gonna stand there all googly eyed or are you finally gonna wring up your saddle and kiss each other already?” we heard Jed proclaim. We both looked away and apologized over each other as we both tried to get out at the same time, only to bump shoulder to shoulder again.

Finally Ahkmen allowed me to exit the closet first before he was the last to leave.

“I swear you two are as about as crazy in love as two turtledoves in winter.” Jed said again.

“Shut it Jed, less you wanna go back into Seshat’s mouth and maybe even this time see the inside of her stomach.” I threatened.

“No thank you! Thanks for the help you guys see yah!” the car soon quickly drove off leaving Ahkmen and I alone with our big cats. I looked down at my watch and said.

“It’s an hour till sunrise. You should—”

“Yes. Care to walk me back?”

“Sure.” We first big goodbye to Seshat and Maahes and the two of them walked back towards the hall of African mammals which allowed me to escort Ahkmenrah back to his exhibit.

After helping Ahkmen back into his sarcophagus he then told me.

“Don’t forget, you have to sing for me tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our bet. I’ve been keeping score and Maahes managed to get the most pigeons out of the museum.” I shook my head and rather than argue with him due to time I accepted it.

“Okay. But just know I’m not the best singer.”

“Not according to young Nicky. He said you’d always sing him to sleep, and he’d always talk about how beautiful you sounded.” I tried to hide my blushing face and I said to him.

“Have a good morning sleep Ahkmen. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah. See you tonight.” He said solemnly as his eyes went somber and he lowered himself back into his sarcophagus and I closed it up. I internally groaned and thought to myself.

‘Damnit why did I have to hurt him like that?’ with that I left Ahkmenrah’s tomb and went off to handle any remaining birds that were still in the museum and clean up the mess before either Dr. McPhee or Rebecca came in.

Later that night I arrived at Ahkmenrah’s tomb with my laptop ready to give into his deal that we had made last night. After getting him out of his sarcophagus we sat there along the floor while I opened up my playlist.

“So any hints as to what song you shall be singing for me?”

“Uhh no. You may have gotten me to sing for you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be telling you exactly what that song will be.” I sassed playfully. He grinned at me while I went back to scrolling through my playlist.

“Have you found it yet?”

“Keep your tunic on your highness.” I then clicked on the playlist to highlight the song and I said. “Okay; now this song was written by one of my favorite bands in the start of their early career. This was also the song I used to sing to Nicky whenever he had a bad dream whenever I babysat him.” I double clicked on the song and soon through the speakers, “White Queen (As it begins)” played through the speakers.

I took a gentle inhale in before exhaling and waited for Freddie’s soft voice to come through the speakers before finally singing along to the track.

I sang along softly not quite trusting my voice (also cause I didn’t want to crack in front of my crush) but slowly my voice got a bit more confident when Freddie’s voice crescendo.

*Ahkmenrah’s POV*

Oh almighty Horus and Ra above, she—she had the voice of only a true goddess. It was so soft yet passionate that it just…..she really was like the Queen in this song. I have imagined stars in (y/n)’s hair and she was an ethereal of beauty in not just her looks but her kind heart and gentle but fiercely protective nature.

I couldn’t help but fall under the spell of her siren-like voice and just admire her. Her eyes shining through the faint light that came into my exhibit, the way her medium length hair waved down like the Nile river. She was everything and more. By the end of her song, she clicked a key on her laptop and turned to me.

“How was that?”

“Beautiful.” I said in awe. “You—Nicky didn’t even come close to describing the true ethereal of your singing.” She looked away from me shyly and nervously laughed.

Even her laugh, shy or not, was always adorable. The way her eyes would scrunch up at the corners, when her smile would go ear to ear. A smile like that really showed me that she was truly happy. And the way her eyes would sparkle…..it was like seeing the stars in the sky.

“Was it that bad?” she asked me.

“Quite the opposite actually. You sung beautifully.” I told her as I gently took her hand in mine.

*My POV*

As soon as Ahkmen took my hand, my heart went boom.

“Thank you.”

“Tell me what was that song?”

“It’s called White Queen. It’s by my all-time favorite band called Queen.”

“They sounded beautifully.”

“Yeah they do. I love almost all of their songs.”

“Could you show me more?” I nodded and he sat closer to me so that I could scroll through more of my Queen Playlist. I shared with him some facts that I knew about Queen and showed him some pictures of the band in the past.

“You know Ahkmen, if you grew a mustache or just grew out your hair down to your shoulders and had four additional incisors, you could pass off as Freddie Mercury.”

“You really think so?” he asked me.

“Yeah I could see it.”

“Was he of Egyptian blood?”

“No. His family is Indian Parsi. Freddie was born in Zanzibar.”

“Well regardless. This Freddie Mercury would’ve been revered as a god amongst us. He truly does command his audience like a king.”

“He just knew how to make everyone apart of the show. Even the people in the balconies or in the very far backrow became involved. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any rockstar make everyone feel so comfortable during a concert. God I wish I could’ve seen them live with all four of them in person.”

“He will be remembered as a God and is watching over all of his people. Including the ones who come in later in life.” He comforted me as he placed a hand to my shoulder.

“Yeah.” I sighed softly. Things got quiet before Ahkmenrah took my laptop and clicked on a random song and soon enough “Good old fashioned lover boy” started playing through my speakers.

“Would you care to dance?” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to me. I looked up at him and I said.

“I told you I’m not a very good dancer, especially in slow dancing.”

“Well, lucky for you I was forced into taking all those slow dance lessons in my time as Prince. Do you trust me?” I looked up into those soft light blue eyes and along with Freddie’s serenading voice of the opening song, I was literally melting but couldn’t help as I took his hand and answered softly.

“Yes.” He helped me up and right as the chorus began, Ahkmen had us be in position one as his right hand holding my left and his other hand gently wrapping around my waist.

I shivered slightly and looked down at our feet before I felt his finger lift my chin back up.

“Eyes on me. Now just follow me lead.” He then began to lead me into a slow waltz. Of course it was clumsy at first with me stepping on his foot the first several times. I softly apologized profusely every time I stepped on his feet but he assured me it was all fine.

The song continued to play and while staring into Akhmen’s eyes I couldn’t help but think just what kind of lover boy he would’ve been. Would he be like what the song stated? Or was it something else? God why did fate have to be so cruel? The one guy I take an extreme interest in and he has to be a 4000 year old mummy.

It was then I heard the song end and a new song (just to rub salt into an open wound) began playing, and that song was “Love of my Life”.

“(Y/n)?” I looked up at him slightly startled.

“Yeah?” He soon became shy as he spoke.

“These—these past couple of months have been…..well they’ve been the most fun I’ve ever had in 4000 years.”

“I’m glad.”

“You’ve been the one true friend I’ve had ever since I was freed from my prison.” Oh god please tell me I’m not gonna get friend-zoned. “Unfortunately, I—I cannot deny what I must tell you.”

“What-what exactly are you saying Ahkmen?”

“I—I……” he trailed off trying to look down and hide his shyness. He genuinely looked conflicted with what he was about to say.

“Ahkmenrah,” I cupped the side of his face. “Whatever you have to say, I won’t get mad.” He didn’t say a word, in fact he leaned closer to my face until his lips captured mine.

It was a shy kiss at first. He was testing the boundaries of this to see if I would push him away or kiss him back. I was shocked at first but as soon as my heart hammered in my ears and I fell under the spell of the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed my lips to his.

Seeing how I accepted the kiss, he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer which deepened the kiss. The anxiety and worries we both had melted away as I heard him let out a soft hum which made me softly moan.

We separated for air but kept in close proximity of each other. Our noses gently touching each other’s. I let out a soft choked laugh as I couldn’t make my heart calm down.

“I—” I softly spoke. I licked my lips softly. “I love you too, Ahkmenrah. I mean call me crazy but excluding the fact that I’ve known so much about you since the start of my college career. But spending these past couple months with you has been a dream come true. I’ve always wished and dreamed that I could meet you and just talk to you and—” he pressed his finger to my lips stopping my rambling.

“You talk too much my love.”

“You’re right sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re cute when you do that. It shows you’re passionate.” He tucked a strand of my hair out of my face and continued in a teasing tone, “So you’ve dreamed about me?” I giggled.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. I’m honored. I’m honored that I have gained the affections of the only goddess on Earth.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. But I really like you too Ahkmen.” He smiled at me and asked.

“Can I—kiss you again?”

“What do you think?” I said as I leaned in towards him and kissed him now, but this time with more passion just as the song was ending.

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queenie-official · 1 year

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The Ahkmenrah brain rot is real😭

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poptod · 2 years

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Taste of the Rich (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Ahkmenrah feeds you fruit. That’s it.

Notes: ive written so many long serious fics about ahk i think im just tired. heres me having a giant crush on him and having nowhere to put that love. WC: 1.8k

It started out so innocent.

You'd been called to the Prince's chambers––nothing new at all, considering you had already been there a number of times to complete menial duties. Most of the time you cleaned his room, prepared incense, or carried bowls of fresh blue lotus flowers to lay at his bedside. As such you hauled your cleaning tools up the steps, wondering if you were to clean the whole of his room by yourself. A daunting task, but not impossible.

This, however, was not what you were expecting.

Unlike the other times, the Prince was inside, waiting for you. Usually you only saw him once you were done, at which point he thanked you as you quickly left the room. Now he was sitting on his bed, his legs crossed neatly, a soft smile on his face as the door creaked open.

"Iiti im hotep," he said, lifting his chin ever so slightly. A polite smile tugged at his dark lips.

"Good afternoon, my Prince," you said quietly, hesitant to meet his eye.

Instead, you set your tools in a far corner, and got to sweeping up the piles of sand and dust that naturally accumulated within the palace. For the next couple minutes, you ignored how his eyes trailed wherever you went, and stuck to yourself.

You barely noticed that the door opened until it shut behind the leaving feet of another servant. With that tiny noise you looked up, and realized Ahkmen had been left with a large platter of fruit. You watched, unable to look away, as he tested one of the grapes.

Once he swallowed, his gaze turned to you.

"How long have you been working here?" He asked, and the sound made you realize you'd been staring motionless at him.

"Um.. since I was 14," you answered quietly.

"Hm." He looked to the plate, took another grape, and turned back to you, his brow knotted curiously. "What do you think of it?"

"Uhh..."

"Don't be afraid to be critical," he said, moving to lay down with his hands entwined behind his head. "I'm only curious. Won't tell anyone." He winked. "Promise."

"I do not.. have much to say," you said with a weak chuckle as you resumed sweeping. "I am told what to do, and if I do it well, I am given food and beer for my family. There isn't much to it."

"Do you not get tired of bread?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. "It's all you're given, isn't it?"

"My brother and father catch fish in the Nile, and my mother picks the fallen figs of the city's trees. She, uh, she bakes them in the sun, and it makes them sweet. I do not have... bad food. I'm happy with what I have now. It is better from what I had as a child."

He paused to contemplate his words, gently chewing at his lips. You wandered to imagine what he was thinking about––what questions he would continue to ask, what things he wouldn't understand under the virtue of his fortunes as a Prince. After all, in your experience, rich people simply didn't understand the lives of those beneath them.

"How did you come upon this job, then?"

Ah, yes. In Egypt the child always trained under the job of their parent when they grew up. Not so much, in your case; your father was never a servant in the palace.

"My father was a soldier for the Hyksos. When he was captured, he was, uh, enslaved. The Pharaoh made him a soldier for Egypt. After that, he um... he was given a job here, as servant in the palace, but I took his place. He cannot work good anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is he doing alright? Is he happy?"

"Yes," you said, and this time you couldn't stop a chuckle from warming your cheeks. "Yes, my brother and I keep him fed."

What an odd question for a Prince, you thought.

He hummed again and nodded. You returned to cleaning, organizing his scrolls and papyrus, and his palette of water-stained colors.

"I want to send you home with a gift," he said suddenly.

Your shuffling stopped just as abruptly, leaving the room heavied with silence.

"Uh.. thank you, my Prince," you said, slow and hesitant. "But m - may I ask why?"

"Hm?" He raised his brows like he hadn't heard you. "Oh, oh no reason really. I just know you've done your share of chores for me, and I think it is good to share what one has. Especially with one as obedient as yourself."

You bit down a nervous laugh.

"Come here," he commanded.

Without hesitation, you moved to stand before him.

"Sit down."

You did as he asked. He called you obedient, after all. You didn't want to disappoint him.

He sat up, scanning your features for a good minute, with an eye that scrutinized each of your micro-expressions. When he reached for you, it took everything not to flinch away.

His thumb ran down your jawline, then gently gripped your chin and forced you to face him.

"You are quite beautiful, too," he said quietly. As though he hadn't noticed you before.

"Thank you, my Prince," you said, your voice verging between mouthing and a whisper.

"Of course." He smiled. "Now open up."

You nearly spluttered. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the moment you did, his thumb hooked into your jaw, silencing you as he pulled you forward towards him.

He kept his thumb where it was as he turned, plucking a grape from the vine before turning back to you and placing it in your mouth.

It was smooth and cool on your tongue. Once he removed his thumb you bit down, allowing a sweet taste to fill your senses. You chewed slowly, testing the flavor with a sense of appreciation. You'd never had grapes before. As your eyes flickered up to him from the floor, you found him staring at you, gauging your reaction.

"What do you think?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It's very good," you admitted. "There is more... taste, than I thought."

"Very good."

He reached for the plate again, and returned with a fruit you'd never seen before. It was red, with a thick crown where it grew from a branch, and fit well into his hand. When he cracked it open, thin lines of white flesh separated a multitude of blood red seeds. He must've noticed your eyes bulging, because he laughed, throwing his head back.

"It's a pomegranate. Have you never seen one before?" He asked through his chuckles.

"I've never eaten a grape before, sir," you pointed out.

"Right, right. I forget sometimes. It's from your land, actually, it's called a pomegranate. Imported specially from the Hyksos for the palace. You won't see it outside these walls."

"How do you... eat it?"

"Quite simple. Just..." he peeled a length of seeds away from the fruit, "bite in."

The taste of this one was sharper––stronger, deeper, and plunged into your senses in a way not dissimilar to its' vibrant color. When you swallowed, he asked again for your opinion, which you gave quietly.

"It is good. It.. is how I think wine would taste," you said rather decisively, which seemed to amuse the Prince.

"You've never had wine, either?" He asked, but this time there was less astonishment in his voice, and instead he was politely inquisitive.

"Uh... no," you answered slowly.

"Mm."

He stood, leaving you on his bed as you stared, your eyes trailing after him as he poked his head into the hallway, catching the attention of the nearest servant. He said something to them––something you couldn't quite make out––and soon returned to sit by your side.

"I'll warn you that wine doesn't actually taste like pomegranates, at least not to me. You'll soon make that decision for yourself. In the meantime," he gripped your chin gently, "close your eyes."

You did.

His thumb rested on your lower lip, and when it dug in you allowed him to open up your mouth, till the pad of his thumb rested on your teeth and tongue. This time, a dried, wrinkled fruit was placed in your mouth, and you decided quickly that it tasted very similar to dates, if it wasn't a date at all.

"Now there's two ways of eating these, that was the dried one. Here's a fresh one. It's a little different. Keep your eyes closed, darling."

A 'little' different was an understatement. Instead of the soft, honey-like flesh surrounded by a thin layer of dry skin, this one was crisp and more juicy than the previous.

"What was that?" You asked when you finished.

"Jujube berries." He leaned back and smiled. "Do you like them?"

"Yes, it's very good."

His eyes narrowed.

"Now you're not just saying this to make me happy, are you?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.

A grin grew across his face when your eyes widened and you tried to stammer out some sort of answer. Fortunately, he took mercy on you, and laughed away your nervousness.

"Don't worry yourself. But I don't mind if you don't like them, you can tell me if you don't. This is a gift for you, after all."

He continued to feed you a variety of fruits, ranging from the cherries of the Persea tree and pears that grew from desert cacti. Then, when he ran out of new fruit for you to try, he continued to feed you what you deemed your favorites. Pomegranate seeds––though covered in sweet flesh––were bitter when crushed. Fresh jujube berries were tough on your teeth. Mimusops were light and fruity, and the soft flesh was easy to chew, so he was happy to feed you those along with the grapes you first had.

You did find it strange, however, that he wouldn't hand them to you. Each of the fruits came from his hand, and his alone. Not that you would complain. You could never do that in his presence.

By the end of it you were left with a woven basket of reeds, refilled at Ahkmen's beck and call to the servant who returned with a clay bottle of wine. Long, branching vines of grapes and ripe pomegranates encircled dates and mimusops like a wreath. The bottle, kept shut with a thick cork, had a rounded bottom that couldn't stand on its' own, as well as a thin neck flanked by handles carved into with grape leaves.

"I hope you and your family enjoys these," the Prince said quietly, arranging the fruits on the platter in your hands.

"I'm certain they will," you said, staring up at him. "Thank you, my Prince."

He chuckled, and a warm smile met your eyes.

"No need to thank me." He reached up, stroking the crease of your lips with his thumb, and removing the red stains of pomegranates. "Come back for more if you'd like, as well. You're always welcome in my chambers."

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

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adrenaline-roulette · 4 years

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I am flesh and I am bone

Pairing: Ahkmenrah x Reader (Female) Word count: 4k+ Warnings: Bit of teen angst, underage drinking, drunk, vomiting, partying. (Nothing major, no one gets hurt.)

Read chapter one here

Chapter Two: Do you walk in the shadow of men

(Before you say anything about the Gif choice, it actually works for this chapter! Like not until way down the bottom, but it’s actually really fitting!!!)

“So, are you coming on Saturday or not?” Amber sighed, sitting atop the desk you had settled yourself at in the school library. Your pen gliding across your page easily, as you worked on your history essay. It wasn’t due for another week and a half, but after you had received an email reply from Uncle Larry last night, you found yourself desperate to get the paper written. The essay was to be written on a famous woman from any time in history of your choosing. At first you worried that it would be considered cheating, but after a while, you realised that it really wasn’t and that it was just doing research in a different way. With all the resources at your disposal, you had decided to write your essay on Sacajawea. After exhausting the knowledge you already had of her from the many conversations over the years, you turned to the horse’s mouth instead, along with Rebecca. Two days ago, you had emailed Larry with a list of detailed questions you hoped Sacajawea could answer for you, with a few others aimed at Rebecca, asking her what she thought so far of what you had written. You had printed the reply the moment you saw it, folding it up and slipping it into your work book, so to read it thoroughly later.

Looking up at Amber, you almost consider changing your plans for the weekend, but you just can’t bring yourself to do so. If she knew the truth as to why you spent so much time at the museum, she would understand your love for the place, but she didn’t, and never would. So, to her, it was just a building, full of inanimate objects. “I can’t Ambs, if it was any other weekend then you know I’d go with you. But I just can’t this time.”

Your friend rolls her eyes, pouting down at you, before closing the textbook you had open on the desk. “You do realise how big a deal this is yeah? Like, were middle schoolers who’ve been invited to high school party! This will likely never happen again…”

You close your eyes tightly, keeping them shut as you count to five slowly in your mind. Of course you knew what you were turning down, an offer like this only came around once, and as Amber had said the day you had been invited, you’re only fourteen once! But as you had told her on the day, the party was being held on a weekend when you would be staying with Uncle Larry. You were torn, a part of you desperately desired to go to the party, to hang out with high schoolers, pretend to be cool for a night, and maybe, just maybe you actually would be cool. That way, high school would be entirely different to how things were for you now. The other part of you though, she wanted to do well in school, to get high grades, to get through high school and then go to college, and to do so you had to study hard. “I know Ambs, but I can’t go. You have a good time though, yeah?”

Amber sighs heavily, nodding her head slowly as she pulls her way off your desk, trudging back through the library and out to the courtyard. She would play at being disappointed with you for a day or two, but it wouldn’t last, it never did. Amber knew how much your weekends at the museum meant to you, and although she never quite understood why you enjoyed your time there so much, she did respect your choices. With a final flourish of your pen, you packed up your books, shoving them into your bag, before hoisting it over your shoulder, and heading to the bus.

<<ooo>>

It was the second Saturday of the month, which meant your first night at the museum, Ahk had awoken as the final magic tendrils of his tablet ebbed away for the next twelve hours. He stretched and dressed fully as always, though he was surprised when he did not see you waiting for him as usual. The Anubis statues stood stoic by his tomb, showing no signs of having moved, other than when they had first awoken, clearly there was no threat, otherwise they would be at arms, ready to defend their King. Slowly, he made his way out of the tomb and down the corridor, passing the miniatures who appeared to be plotting something together. Were he not in the process of finding you, then he would pause to assess the plan the group had come up with, but as he was doing something else, he left this as a problem for Larry to solve when the time came.

Ahk wasn’t angry when he found you sitting with Sacajawea, Teddy standing close by, smiling at the stories his lady love told you. You had a notebook open on your lap, your pen scribbling notes down at lightning speed. No, not angry, perhaps disappointed? The two of you had never explicitly stated that on the days you came to the museum, that you would be there when he woke up, in fact, from what Ahk could recall, it was never something you had discussed at all. It just happened to be the routine you had both fallen into. He stood by the exhibit entrance, watching as you absorbed the words your interviewee spoke, like a sponge. No detail was too little, you always wanted to know everything. A presence by his side caused Ahk to turn, coming face to face with Nicky, the man who stood where a young boy once had. Time truly was a mystery to him, and an ache appeared in his chest as a thought struck him. Nicky would likely be headed off for larger scale adventures soon, leaving the city to find himself as young men often did. Larry, well even he was beginning to tire of working nights, the dark circles beneath his eyes often more prominent than they used to be. Rebecca spent less time at the Museum during the nights now, she had other work to focus on, work which she found difficult to complete during the hustle and bustle of the museum. Then there was you, no longer the young one he had rescued years prior, you were now fourteen, Ahk had taken care to keep tracks of the dates more carefully after your tenth birthday, ensuring that he was the first in the museum to wish you a happy birthday when you turned eleven the following year. From what he recalled of Nicky at that age, then you would likely be wanting to spend more time with your friends, living your young adult years fully, before moving on to new schools, to become the woman you were destined to be. It would then be back to square one, not only for him, but for the other museum exhibits too. There would be a new night guard, who would bring along new family and friends, only for the cycle to come full circle again, and again. That right there, that was the true power of his Tablet, it was not a gift as the other exhibits believed, no it truly was a curse. Forcing him to watch those he grew to care about, leave.

Nicky clears his throat, and Ahk blinks rapidly, clearing his head of the gloomy thoughts which were plaguing his mind. “I’d be careful around Y/N tonight if I were you. She’s been in a right mood since she arrived this morning.

Ahk cast his gaze to you once more, noticing the lack of animation in your features when you spoke, something which he had not picked up on when first finding you here. “Do you know what has happened?”

Nicky shrugged his broad shoulders, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I heard her talking to Rebecca over lunch. Sounds like girl drama. Something about a high school party that she was invited to, but she decided not to go so she could spend the weekend here, doing assignments, and spending time with everyone.”

A dark cloud falls over Ahkmenrah’s crystalline eyes, his features falling into thinly veiled anger. “She is giving up her youth to be here with us?” The words came out in a harsh whisper, and it took Nicky by surprise, in all the years the two had known each other, not once had he heard such a voice come from the usually soft-spoken King. “You live but once, why waste her time with those who will live to see eternity?”

Nicky sighs, yet another shrug forming on his shoulders. “She’s doing it for her future, she wants to go places, put all that history knowledge she has to good use. I think there’s been mention of becoming a Docent, like Rebecca. She’s trying to focus on her studies. I think she’s worried that if she lets herself take a break for longer than five minutes, then all the information stored in her brain, it’ll all just vanish.” Nicky mimes an explosion around his head with his hands, chuckling quietly to himself.

“That is preposterous, Y/N is one the most, if not the most intelligent people I have met. She is still so young, she must find a way to enjoy her life that does not revolve around the dead.” Ahk breathes out, watching you intently once more. “This party she declined to attend, was it for a special occasion?”

“I doubt it. It was a high school party, I’d say she’s just bummed out that she won’t get to try her first cigarette or shot of vodka until she’s older.”

“Vodka, that is the Russian alcohol, correct? Nicky nods, smiling lopsidedly as he rests his back against the wall behind them. He could be wrong, but he knew that’s what his first high school party had been like, and he doubted much had changed in the few years since then. “Would you be able to procure a bottle of this beverage?” Ahk asks quietly.

“Hm? Oh sure, Larry and Rebecca have a bottle in their drink’s cabinets. It’s been in there for years, they won’t notice if it’s missing.”

“In that case, would you care to join me in the staff room tomorrow at dusk, along with Y/N?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll make sure we’re both there when you wake up.” Nicky grins, as the two men continue watching you interact with Sacajawea.

<<ooo>>

Nicky gripped your wrist tightly as he dragged you through the museum, Ahk’s tablet had not yet awoke the exhibits, so it was just the two of you and Larry currently walking the halls. “Will you hurry up please?” He groans, as he pulls you along further behind him.

“No I won’t. Not until you tell me what’s going on?” You grumble, dropping as much weight into your feet, so Nicky struggled further with pulling you along.

“I already did! We’re going to the staff room!”

“You answered part of my question, I wanted to know where we are going, and why.”

“There’s just something we have to do in there alright. Now will you please walk just a little bit faster?”

There was no use in pressing Nicky into answering you further, it was like talking to a brick wall at times. Reluctantly, you picked up your pace, matching Nicky’s long strides down the corridor. “Fine, but this had better not take too long. I’ve still got heaps left to do on my report, and I promised I’d meet up with Sacagawea again tonight.”

You both pause just outside of the staff room, the door closed and only accessible by those who knew the pin code. As Nicky punched in the four-digit code, you leant against the wall, arms folded across your chest. “You don’t have heaps to do for the report. I heard you talking to Rebecca about it this morning. You’re practically finished with it.”

You frown across at Nicky, poking your tongue out at him in retaliation. “It’s not polite to eavesdrop.”

The door swings open, and Nicky enters first, with you following close behind. “Stop complaining for five minutes and sit down. Ahk’s coming soon too, and then we both have a surprise for you.”

You frown slightly at Ahk’s name, your heart beating more erratically. When had you started feeling like this at just the mere mention of his name? You had often thought of the Pharaoh as attractive, however he was always viewed in the same light as a celebrity, pretty to look at from afar, but never yours to have. “Nicky, I’ve never liked your surprises. The last one you gave me, was an impromptu water pistol fight, where I was unarmed.”

Nicky laughs at this, shaking his head fondly at the memory. “No, it’s nothing like that, I promise! This is to help you get over your bad mood.”

“What bad mood? I’m not in a bad mood!”

The door swings open, and gentle footsteps pad into the staff room. “You definitely seemed to be yesterday. I didn’t see you at all.” Ahkmenrah observed, and you felt the life drain from your body.

Had you intentionally avoided Ahk yesterday? Yes. And were you avoiding him for stupid reasons? Also, yes. Amber had gone into details with you over what she was expecting the party to be like this weekend, she was gushing over how excited she was to finally snog one of the cute football players from the high school. While she talked, you couldn’t help your mind but wander, of course you agreed, some of the football team were very attractive, and if you happened to land on one of them while playing spin the bottle, then you wouldn’t complain. However, you couldn’t help but imagine a certain ancient Egyptian pharaoh, sitting cross legged on the floor, in a circle with your friends, and when it came time for you to spin the bottle, it would land on him. You could almost imagine how it would feel to kiss Ahkmenrah, his calloused hands cupping your face, warm fingers gentle against your cheeks….

“Hello, Earth to Y/N? You still with us?” Nicky grins, snapping his fingers in front of your clouded gaze.

“Fuck, sorry just kinda tired. Sorry Ahk, I didn’t mean to ignore you, I just needed to get my project finished.” You shrug, trying desperately to ignore the blush which was slowly creeping up your neck.

“There is no need to apologise, your studies are important to you, I understand this.” Ahk smiles, moving through the staff room, to settle himself on one of the seats, while Nicky does the same to a separate chair.

You gaze between the two men, both grinning at each other. “So, what’s the plan here then? Because if it’s just to sit around all night, then I’m gonna head….”

Nicky leaps from his chair, racing to the kitchenette, opening one of the lower cabinets that seemed to only house spare napkins and cups for the water cooler. As he turns to face you both again, he presents a rather large unopened bottle of vodka, and multicoloured plastic shot glasses. “It’s time to party my dudes!”

Ahk is grinning, his eyes sparkling as he turns to look at you, drinking in your surprised yet grinning face. “What? I don’t…. Why are we having a party?” You stammer out, unable to form a full sentence.

“It was brought to my attention, that you are missing out on a rather crucial moment of your young life. Nicky mentioned that you are missing a party so to spend your time with us. Is that correct?”

Ahk’s eyes are locked with yours, and you can feel yourself grow dizzy. ‘Just answer him dammit! Stop staring, stop imagining him kissing you. Not only is he technically five years older than you, he is also thousands of years older than you! Snap out of it!’ Your internal monologue is cut off by your own voice. “Just a stupid high school party. It really isn’t that important. I’m sure there’ll be other parties.” You shrug.

“That is beside the point! As Nicky explained to me, tonight should’ve been about you having new experiences, by meeting new people, and trying new things.”

“Trying alcohol for example!” Nicky chimes in, before plonking himself back down on his seat, unscrewing the cap on the vodka bottle.

“Christ! Ahk, Nicky! I’m fourteen, I’m not allowed to drink! What if Larry walks in on us and see’s this? I‘ll never be allowed to come back here!” Pointing an accusatory finger at Nicky, “Larry will literally murder you!” Turning a hard glare to the shocked Ahk, “And you! Well, I’m not sure what Larry’ll do to you, but I’m sure he’ll find a way to punish you too!” At this point in your protesting, you had stood up, hands fisted at your sides, and a glare piercing your eyes.

“Calm down Y/N. I promise you, Larry will never find out! We’ll have a couple of shots, put the bottle back, then continue in with our night as usual.” Nicky offers, holding his hands out, palms facing your way in a show of surrender.

“I did not mean to offend you young one, I thought perhaps this was something you had wanted. If it is not, please forgive me. It was my idea, do not take your anger out on Nicky.” Ahk sighs, looking up at you through his thick lashes.

You want to be annoyed at both men, want to tell them off for trying to pull something this stupid off. But with Ahk looking at you the way he was, you felt all the fight leave your body. “It’s fine. It’s nice that you thought about me and planned this.”

Ahk smiles, leaning forward and collecting the plastic wrapped shot glasses. He pierces the plastic with his nail, and tears the remainder of the wrapping away, slipping three glasses free. “Would you join me, and enjoy a drink?”

Nicky eagerly pours himself and Ahk a shot, before watching you expectantly. “Alright. But just one.”

<<ooo>>

Hours passed, and you were only vaguely aware of how dramatically the once full bottle of vodka had dropped in contents. Your warning of one shot had quickly vanished after you realised the alcohol was caramel flavoured, shot after shot went down far too easily, not only for yourself, but for Ahk and Nicky too! Nicky himself seemed to be faring reasonably well, he was after all quite a bit older than you, and was legally old enough to drink, so he clearly had a higher tolerance than you. Ahk on the other hand, he was nearly as bad as you were.

Ahk had made a declaration at the beginning of the evening, explaining how he would remain the most sober out of all of you. He was a king once, he knew how to tolerate his alcohol, when he was alive, he drank delicious wines all the time. Clearly, alcohol had changed since Ancient Egyptian times, and had become more potent. Or at least, that was what you assumed had happened. How else were you supposed to explain the once Pharaoh dancing to the spice girls in his tomb, while you and Nicky sat back and watched in glee. “Dance with me young one!” Ahk grinned, spinning over to you, where you were curled up on the ground watching him intently. He reached a hand out to you, which you obligingly took.

Your stomach was doing flips, but it was hard to tell if that was from the vodka, or from holding Ahk’s hand. You hadn’t touched him since the very first day you met. Touching always felt like something you weren’t allowed to do, and a part of you worried that if you did reach out to him, that he would crumble away, leaving you with the memory of a vivid dream where the museum had come alive…. “I’m no good at dancing.” You slur, as he pulls you further into his tomb, where he begins dancing with his entire body. Whereas you opt for a timid foot shuffle, and occasional shoulder roll. The room was spinning, you had stood up far too quickly, and it was taking your eyes time to catch up with your brain.

“I am sure that is a lie, here, let me show you.” Ahk offers, once again taking your hand, which he then uses to spin you into his chest, locking one hand on your waist to keep you still after the turn. “Are you okay?” Ahk asks, eyes locking on yours as you sway against him. Your eyes are unfocused, and your forehead is sweating.

You tilt away from him, lifting your chin enough to look up at the Pharaoh equally drunk as you. “I don’t feel well –“ Is all you get, before you turn your face away from him, double over and proceed to empty the contents of your stomach onto the floor beside your feet.

Ahk is still holding you firmly around the waist, though his body has visibly become tense. It takes Nicky a few moments to realise what has happened, though in the time it takes him to process the events, Ahk has swooped into action. He bends his knees, and dips down to be closer to your height. “Close your eyes for a moment.” His voice is gentle, yet authoritative and you find yourself compelled to do as he says. In one swift motion, he has one arm under the bend of your knees, and the other supporting your back. He doesn’t have to ask, but you know it’ll make things easier, so you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face against his broad shoulder.

The young king marches out of his tomb, cradling you safely against his chest as he searches for the nearest bathroom. Bathroom’s were not something Ahk had a need for now, so he had never paid attention to where they were located in the museum, had it not been for the small signs identifying them, hanging from the ceiling, he may never have known where to turn. Ahk fumbles for a few moments as he attempts to hold you, whilst opening the door, it takes hi four attempts but finally, the door swings open, making way to a tiled floor of the washroom. “Here, I’m going to put you on the ground now, are you ready?”

Ahk’s voice is a gentle whisper against the shell of your ear, and had it not been for the churning sensation in your stomach, then you likely would’ve shivered from his close proximity. Just as he had said, Ahk lowers you to the ground, and you land on shaky legs. The small room was spinning around you, and the bright fluorescent light on the ceiling was not helping you to feel any better. “Oh fuck…” You groan, before slamming your body into the toilet stall door, dropping to your knees and hunching over the toilet bowl.

“Shhh, you will be fine young one. All will be fine soon.” Ahk offers, rubbing his hand over your back as he crouches down beside you. His fingers catch in the ends of your hair occasionally, though he gently glides through the tangles without causing you any pain.

It felt like hours before your stomach had finally settled down, and your vision no longer swam in circles. Carefully, you pull away from the toilet, falling to your ass and leaning against the stall wall. Ahk is still crouched in his earlier position, though his eyes follow your movements, watching you like a hawke. “I’m sorry Ahk. This wasn’t how you’d planned for this to go I’m sure.” You mumble, tilting your head back so you could look at him fully.

A small smile tugs at his lips, before he too sits on the ground leaning against the wall also. “You have no reason to be sorry young one. If anyone should be apologising, it is me. I had hoped this evening would cheer you up, and help you to enjoy your young life. However, I fear with the way this has ended, that perhaps all I have done is make you feel worse.”

You allow Ahk’s words to sink in, your brain taking far longer than usual to process what he had said. Slowly however, a smile stretches across your lips, and a small bubble of laughter blooms in your chest. “Hey, vomit or no. I had a great night.” You grin, before stretching your legs out in front of you. “And I can’t think of anyone else I would rather get drunk with Ahk.” You nudge your foot against his knee for emphasis on his name, grinning softly at the young man.

<<ooo>>

Something was changing, that he knew for sure. But what and how, he couldn’t quite tell. For decades now, Ahkmenrah had slept during the day, and awoken at dusk, his sleep however was not what he knew sleep to be when he was alive. His eyes would fall closed, and his breathing would even out, until one final gasp of air left his lungs, and his was plunged into what felt like an eternal black abyss. He was not afraid, despite having no conscious thoughts or even memories in the darkness, he somehow knew not to be afraid.

For the past seven years however, something was different. As dawn rose, the sun creeping its way over the horizon, he would be plunged into the darkness as always, though it did not last. It was almost as if a door in his mind would open, and suddenly, there they were… Dreams. Not memories of his life, but honest to goodness, fantastical dreams.

He had no idea why this was happening, especially now of all times. Nothing had changed, he had been in the same museum for years, and at no stage had he regained his dreams before now. So why now? What could have possibly happened within the past seven years for his dreams to return to him?

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soso-chan126 · 1 year

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Masterlist

Here are the masterpieces that aren't really masterpieces of mine listed. So yeah let's not talk to much about this stuff. I will upload it as soon as I can.

Night at the museum:

Ahkmenrah:

"Heimat": a Oneshot about a female reader who comes from germany and teaches Ahkmenrah the meaning of the word "Heimat". After a reading session of course.

Final Fantasy XVI:

Cid (Cidolfus Telamon):

"Cidolfus Telamon "Cid" x reader": a Scenario about the reader being in a relationship with Cid and learning from strangers everything about him. (Very short.)

My hero academia:

Haikyuu:

The legend of Zelda:

So that's it for now. The other ones are just examples but well you can request anything under this little link there.

Requests

And you find my little welcome to this blog here as well.

Welcome

Well that's all I needed to say so yeah. Goodnight and wish me luck for my class test tomorrow! See ya later!

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years

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Poisoned Princess (1/2)

Fandom: Night At The Museum

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Ahkmenrah x reader

TW: Mention of death, mentions of murder, mentions of poison

Genre: IDK to be honest- angst with a kinda fluffy end I guess??????

Word Count: 2.1K

Request: Hey hey hey, could you possibly do an Ahkmenrah x reader for me pls where the reader is an Egyptian princess and she’s gets moved into the museum :3 love you know who 💋

Requests: OPEN

A/n: I’m planning a part two! I’ve never written for Ahkmenrah before so I don’t know how accurate characterizations will be. I tried my best and I hope you like it! Also, to my best friend who requested this, HERE YOU GO, MY LOVE,

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! Ahk, bud, you can't go down there." Larry exclaimed, immediately jogging to catch up with the Egyptian pharaoh.

"What? Why? I'm trying to get to my exhibit." Ahkmenrah responded, confusion printed on his features, head turning to meet the night guard.

"You'll have to go around via the main reception. There's a new exhibit being built just next to yours. Don't worry, you'll be able to roam again in a week, tops." Larry answered, quickly getting distracted as Dexter began climbing his leg, attempting to grab his keys. "No, go bother someone else, Dexter."

"What's going in this new exhibit?" Ahkmenrah pushed curiously. It'd been a while since there'd been any exhibits, as far as he had heard.

"I've no idea. They don't tell me that much- I just make sure you guys don't go wandering over there. Now c'mon we need to sort your bandages out before sunrise." Larry ordered, leading the king towards his exhibit. Ahkmenrah couldn't help but wonder who or what was coming, and how they'd react to everyone. It was the last thought in his mind as he felt himself drift to sleep as the sun began streaming through the windows of the museum.

"Princess? Your cousin would like to see you. He insists that he see you before you're crowned Queen." Your maid stated, her head poked through the door as another maid put the finishing touches on your makeup.

"Tell him he can come in." You remarked softly, quietly standing up as the maid doing your makeup took a step back, allowing you to see your finished look. Barely a second had passed before your eldest cousin burst in, a small, almost scary, smile on his lips.

"(Y/N), you look beautiful. I can't believe my little cousin is going to be Queen. This calls for a celebration." Mohmoad stated, holding a glass of wine behind his back, making his way over to the table, two glasses placed upon it. You gently waved your maids away, giving them a smile of gratitude.

"We shouldn't. There'll be a celebration after the coronation." You murmured, carefully fiddling with the ends of your hair.

"Oh come. What can a glass of wine hurt? Just one, I promise." He responded, his back turned to you as he began pouring two glasses of wine.

"Oh, I suppose you're right. Only one, though, Mohmoad." You sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed, careful not to crease your dress. You suddenly heard a small crack and saw your cousin fumbling with something. "What was that?"

"Nothing. I nearly dropped the wine, that's all. Don't worry." Mohmoad lied, quickly slipping the smaller bottle back in the lining of his outfit. You raised an eyebrow and tried to peak at what he was doing, before settling back silently.

"If you say so." You sighed, gracefully crossing your legs, hands placed in your lap. Mohmoad turned around, two glasses in hand. He strutted over, handing a glass to you before taking his place beside you. With a gentle touch, your cousin clinked your glasses together and raised it slightly.

"To you. My beautiful cousin. May you have success in your reign and long may you live." Your cousin had a smirk tugging the corner of his lips as he brought the glass to his lips. After shooting him a wary glance, you copied him, letting the red liquid slip down your throat. As you went to speak again, you felt your throat constrict, a burning sensation tearing through your insides. Coughs escaped your mouth as you choked on your own saliva, fingers releasing the wine to latch onto your neck. You attempted to reach for Mohmoad but grabbed air, swiftly falling to the ground. You were scared. Terrified. You were going to de.

"What did you do?" You managed to choke out, pain searing through you with every word spoken, as Mohmoad towered over your rapidly crippling body.

"Sleep tight, Princess." He remarked before stepping out of the room. The last thing you saw was a maid burst in, mouth open in a distant scream.

When you woke, you had no idea where you were. It was dark, eerily silent, and your body felt constricted, causing your body to become riddled with anxiety. Your breathing starting to quicken as you reached up only to hit something hard. You'd never been one for tight spaces, Without a seconds hesitation, you smashed your fists against the surface, crying to be let out, muffled by whatever was wrapped around your face. Your wrists were starting to hurt, but you didn't want to stop. You couldn't spend another second in this dark abyss.

"Gigantor is that new exhibit done yet? I'd love to meet the new edition. Besides, it's been over two weeks." Jed yelled from his place on the desk, Octavious jabbing his sword into his foot to grab his attention.

"Look I don't know alright. Go check yourselves." Larry huffed, moving his feet off the desk.

"What if they're dangerous? We're just small, but you're gigantor." Octavius shot back.

"Thought you guys were supposed to be brave? Look, if you're that scared take Teddy or Sacagawea. I need to watch Rexy." Larry brushed the two men off as the floor shook, the loud echoing footsteps of a certain dinosaur approaching.

"Welp, guess we better get Teddy." Jed sighed, climbing down the desk, extending a hand for Octavius.

"Why would they want to build a new exhibit by the Pharoah? We're much more interesting." Octavius declared, taking Jed's hand as he climbed down himself.

"We are, but if you haven't realized, we're short of space by our exhibit," Jed answered, jumping into the toy car with Octavius, speeding to Sacagawea's exhibit. If Teddy would be anywhere, it's there. He was barely separated from her now.

"Ah, Jedediah, Octavius. What can I do for you?" Teddy greeted warmly, pulling his gaze away from Sacagawea, a small smile on his face.

"Was wonderin' if you'd like to see if that new exhibit?"

"Is that a translation of 'We're too scared to go ourselves'? And why don't you ask Ahkmenrah, he's the closest to the exhibit? Teddy raised an eyebrow.

"Still sleeping. C'mon, we want to go!"Octavius insisted, ignoring the first question. Teddy and Sacagawea rolled their eyes but followed the car, zooming towards the new exhibit.

It would be a lie to say Sacagawea and Teddy weren't curious too, though they clearly hid it better than the two miniature soldiers. The group glanced at Ahkmenrah's tomb as they passed it, eyeing the Anubis soldiers nervously. As they walked further down the corridor, they looked around in amazement; the small Egyptian section transformed into a corridor, holding artifacts and information on different forms of burying rituals. A turning revealing a large, open room, similar to that of the King only a few metres away. It was calm. That was until large banging and yelling broke the serenity, the lid to the sarcophagus shaking at the force.

"They don't seem too friendly." Jed gulped, slowly backing the car up a little.

"Maybe we should leave them be." Octavius continued, as Jed continued to move the car towards the entrance of the exhibit.

"Nonsense! We all thought that of Ahkmenrah and look how...nice he is."Teddy persuaded, but even he looked hesitance.

"I think I would have to agree with Jedediah and Octavius. This doesn't seem safe." Sacagawea reasoned, putting a hand on Teddy's arm.

"We can't leave them trapped in there; that's torture," Teddy argued, taking a step closer to the screaming sarcophagus.

"Don't risk it, Teddy," Jed warned, pausing the car's motion.

"I'm wax, how much damage can they do?" Teddy quickly shot back, giving the trio behind him a reassuring smile before approaching the Egyptian coffin. After a minutes hesitation, which made the others crawl with nervousness, Teddy pushed the lid off, nearly being knocked off his feet as a wrapped shot up. The smell of old, musty paper hit their noses as the figure rose. They began fumbling with their bandages, scrambling to tear them from their face, letting out a heavy cough of sand and dust upon ripping them off.

Eyes widened as the cloud dispersed, revealing a woman, who looked no older than nineteen, (H/C) hair pulled up into an elegant updo, (E/C) eyes darted around, fear and confusion soon swimming in them, upon realizing she was in a new environment, surrounded by strangers. Teddy, after a minute of shock, extended a hand, which was quickly swatted away, backing up as far as possible.

"Who are you? What am I doing here? Where am I?" You exclaimed, panic edging your voice as your back hit the back of the sarcophagus. The group exchanged glances, not quite sure what to say or how to explain.

"Teddy, maybe you should go get Ahk.."Sacagawea advised, stepping aside as Jed zipped forward to get a closer look, resulting in you jumping back harshly.

"Maybe that would be a good idea." Teddy agreed before jogging out of the large hall-like room. Three pairs of eyes watched you intently, your fingers gripping the side of the cold sarcophagus so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

"We don't want to hurt you, you're safe here." Sacagawea tried, and you shot her a small, unbelieving glare.

"How could I possibly believe that?" You snapped shakily, attempting to move back further, though you knew there was no space behind you.

"You can't, you just have to trust us," Octavius replied, looking slightly freaked out.

"Why should I trust you?" You pushed, alarm taking over entirely. Before anyone could respond, two sets of footsteps began approaching, your body automatically curling into yourself in response. But, while you were expecting 'Teddy' to come back with someone like them, dressed in clothing you found peculiar, you were greeted with Teddy and someone who made your eyebrows raise into your hair. A man, the same age, possibly even a little younger as you, stepped in, crown placed upon his head, a beaded item laying across his collarbones, keeping a cape swinging from his shoulders. You recognized him. He looked like... no, he couldn't be. Thankfully, he looked to be as taken back as you were, taking a second to look you up and down, his eyes were blown wide in shock. Teddy whispered something in his ear before leading the others out. Cautiously, he made his way over to you, offering a hand, similar to how Teddy had minutes ago. You gave him a reluctant look before placing your hand in his, allowing him to help you out of the sarcophagus and onto the stone floor. He placed a kiss on the back of your hand, shooting you a charming smile.

"My name is Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king. And it is a pleasure to meet you." Ahkmenrah introduced, letting go of your hand, but keeping his eyes locked on you.

"Princess (Y/N), daughter of Chione. Rightful Queen to my kingdom." You stated, returning his smile, though yours was a lot more apprehensive. Ahkmenrah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"I...recognise that name." He remarked, tilting his head slightly.

"And I recognize you... I could've sworn I've seen you before." You murmured, trying to rack your memories. Or what you had left of them anyways. Everything was a little fuzzy still.

"Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?" He questioned, eyes scanning your features. You paused, taking a second to think.

"I... I remember it was the morning of my coronation. My cousin, Mohmoad, came to see me- brought me some wine. He toated me and I drank and then..."You trailed off, feeling yourself deflate.

"Then?" Ahkmenrah pushed gently.

"Pain. White hot pain. Like my throat was being torn apart. I couldn't breathe. I was terrified." Your head was pounding and your hands were shaking, though you weren't quite sure why.

"That- That will be how I know you. They called you the poisoned princess." He mumbled under his breath. There was a pregnant pause as you contemplated your next words.

"What happened after I passed?" The air seemed to grow slightly thick between you and Ahk cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Everyone thought you'd committed suicide. Your cousin, Mohmoad was crowned King a few months after your death, seeing as you didn't have any siblings or a husband. You were buried and the man you were arranged to marry was put with someone else. After a few years, people found out that you'd been murdered by Mohmoad and he was executed, on your mother's orders." Ahkmenrah was shifting as he explained, looking ...sad, almost.

"And how is it you know so much about me?"You attempted to lighten the situation, ignoring the odd sense of dread you felt.

"The, uh, nightguards son asked me for help on an ancient Egyptian assignment. He told me a bit about you."

"Nightguard? What exactly is that? Where are we?" You asked, glancing around the room, noticing the obviously fake walls and incorrect hieroglyphics every so often.

"Oh, right. Come with me, I'll explain everything."

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