#ahkmenrah imagine

[writing-fanics]

okay imagine if ahkmen was at the Smithsonian in the second movie and you were there with Larry (ur dad) and ahk protects u from Kahmunrah

also might through in little hints towards reader being a reincarnation of someone who was important to ahk in the past..

ahk maybe getting hurt and you not having it

“No one hurts my boyfriend and gets away with it brother or not!” And you sucker punch kahmunrah in the face

ahk sitting there hurt but like a smile on his face that’s partner also “did they just call me their boyfriend”

[cantstoptheimagines]

Date Stealer (Ahkmenrah | Night at the Museum)

Summary — Larry accidentally made the museum residents believe he had a date to their Valentine’s Day party, and now you’re caught in the crossfire. Not to mention, there’s a super attractive pharaoh in the room.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Nothing but general fluffiness.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (8/14) ➳ Word Count is 740.  ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Larry sent you yet another apologetic glance. His hand were shoved deep into his pockets as he walked next to you along the sidewalk. Each of you left a trail of footprints in the fresh dusting of snow.

“I can’t believe I talked you into this,” muttered Larry. “I really owe you one.”

“Why didn’t you just tell them you didn’t have a date?” you asked. “Would’ve saved both of us a lot of trouble.” 

“I don’t know!” he groaned, tossing his head back and slowly opening the door to the museum. “Look, help me out! It’s just for tonight, I promise—!”

“You two made it!”

Your conversation came to a halt. A small thud against your ankle made you look down. Your eyes were met by a familiar toy car. Jed and Octavius waved at both of you with wide smiles.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted. “You both look like you’re having fun.”

“Always!” replied Jed. “It’s not a party without us!”

“We hope you share an evening filled with love!” grinned Octavius.

With that, the toy car zoomed away. Some glittery decorations in various shades of classic Valentine’s Day colors trailed behind it, along with Rexy’s favorite bone. Speaking of which, Rexy wasn’t too far behind the toy car, nearly knocking you and Larry over with his tail as he roared loudly.

Larry laughed, patting you on the shoulder, “I’m gonna find Teddy. I wanna see if he actually asked Sacagawea to be his date tonight.”

“Alright,” you nodded. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want anything?”

He paused to think for a moment, and then shrugged, “Punch? If we’ve got it tonight.”

“On it,” you smiled. “See you in a few minutes.”

The two of you split up. Larry began searching the crowd for Teddy while you made your way to the snack tables. Your ‘date’ was in luck since there was punch tonight.

As you grabbed two cups, a voice drew your attention away from your task, “You came.”

As if your night couldn’t get any better, before you stood Ahkmenrah. Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened. Draped in golden fabrics and dazzling jewels, he smiled at you.

To most, it was probably obvious that you had a small crush on the Pharaoh. To Ahkmenrah, the source of your admiration, however, seemed to have no earthly clue about your feelings. 

“So happy you could make it!” he exclaimed, before taking the cups out of your hands. “Let me help you with those!”

“Thanks,” you squeaked, nearly grimacing at your reaction, though Ahkmenrah didn’t seem to notice.

As he began pouring some punch into the cups, he asked, “You decided to accept Larry’s invitation then?”

“Yeah,” you muttered, “but it’s just a friendly thing.”

“I see,” he smiled, passing you one of the drinks. “So he wouldn’t be particularly upset if I stole you away for a moment or two?”

You paused at his question. He wasn’t looking at you. Instead, his eyes were focused on the dance floor filled with the other museum inhabitants.

“What does that mean exactly?” you finally asked.

Side by side, his shoulder brushed against yours as he leaned closer, and then quietly whispered, “I believe Larry thought he was doing me a favor by bringing you to our party tonight.”

You tilted your head and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “A favor?”

He nodded, “I wanted you to come, but I was far too shy. I suspect that’s why Larry chose to ask you to attend instead of someone else.”

“Too shy?” you chuckled, nearly shaking your head at the very thought. “I can barely even talk to you most of the time.”

Ahkmenrah felt his cheeks become warm, and then he whispered, “Really?”

You nodded. Across the room, you met Larry’s gaze. He was beaming from ear to ear as he watched you talk to Ahkmenrah. You shook your head and turned away to ignore him.

“You know,” you muttered, returning to attention to Ahkmenrah, “I don’t think Larry would mind very much if you ‘stole me away’.”

He looked at you in surprise. After realizing you were being serious about your suggestion, he held out his hand and then smiled, “Have you ever seen my tomb?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but took his hand in yours nonetheless. This was going to be an interesting relationship to say the least.

[my-ancient-egyptian-obession]

Bonus points if it's Bruno Mars: Treasure

Imagine Ahkmenrah dedicating a song to you

Masterist

[pineapple-coffee]

Ahkmenrah’s first sentence in the film is a comedic joke about his situation.

The man has been wrapped up in bandages and screaming his head off every night for over fifty years and his first line? A joke.

“You wouldn’t believe how stuffy it is in there.”

He could’ve yelled. He could’ve pinned blame. He could’ve let out some anger. He could’ve done anything and it would have been warranted because he was trapped for over fifty years.

But he didn’t. He calmly made a joke and immediately started working with Larry to save the people who had kept him trapped for all those years.

Because he’s Ahkmenrah. And he is no less than a fair, just, and diplomatic ruler.

[galpalgilliona]

The brainrot is real

[swampskullsz]

happy new years here’s my favorite exhibits and a roadkill squirrel

[me-and-my-flashlight]

Welcome

Characters:

• Ahkmenrah

• Kamunrah

• Al Capone

• Napoleon Bonaparte

• Larry Daily

• Jed

• Oct

Do’s

• Fluff

• Angst

• Romance

• Character x reader only

• Ships for character x reader only

Don’t(s)

• Smut

• Explicit scenes

• Rape/incest scenes

• Underaged marriage

• Toxic relationships

• Past/present abuse

• Animal abuse

• Pregnancy scenes

• I won’t tolerate with Reposters/stealing

• Male x male

• Female x female

Additional information

• If you’re uncertain of an idea you may have, you may dm it to me

• Don’t be shy to send in a request

• I only write for the characters I have listed!

• Be nice or go away

• I will do my best to update regularly

• I do follow backs!

• I’m open to collaborating!!

Thats all I have for now!

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[poptod]

Day Barque (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: The young Prince invites you on a boat ride, and your father, jumping at a chance to move through the ranks, quickly accepts for you. You, on the other hand, dread the idea of having to spend any time alone with the talkative Prince.

Notes: Wanted this to be smaller but as per usual ancient Egypt whisks me away into pleasure. it's getting colder here in Egypt so that reflects a little in the story... anyway i hope you enjoy (: WC: 3.7k

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Even though diplomatic meetings in orders of governance always either bored or depressed you, you would do your best each time to admire the architecture of the fancier meeting halls and preceding rooms, thinking of each limestone brick hauled from Tura and the men who laboured. These thoughts, though repetitive, were some respite from the droning voices of your father and his fellow overseers in conversation with the Vizier. 

Why your father brought you along on these tedious meetings you didn't know exactly; but you surmised it had something to do with the Pharaoh's young son, who at times shadowed the Vizier. Knowing your father, he likely wanted to set the two of you up––his way of moving up the ladder of social standing. Not that he needed to; your family was perfectly comfortable. But your father was a bit of an over-achiever.

You crossed your arms. Today's meeting was planned to take place in front of a construction site, and accordingly you spent some time watching the sweat-covered backs of farmers-turned-builders hauling and cutting stone. To the left, your father and the other overseers bent themselves over some newly-revised plans for the temple outside the Pharaoh's tomb. Further, on the other side of the table, the young prince Ahkmen stood with his hands behind his back, stealing glances at you between watching the workers.

You sighed curtly, and kept your gaze fixated on the carving men as your attention strayed. Whether you met the Prince's eye or not, he would look at you, only the slightest shame whenever you would return his stare. For a moment you debated what was more uncomfortable; returning the gaze or pretending like you didn't notice his eyes.

The latter was remarkably more difficult. You squeezed your hands behind your back, pinching your fingers, and wondered when you could finally leave and retreat to the comfort of your cooled home.

Eventually––some time before midday––the overseers either approved or dismissed the new plans. Whichever it was didn't concern you greatly; all that mattered was that it was finished. Your father bid good-bye to his associates and placed his arm around your shoulders, guiding you down from the shaded platform. You sniffled, and with feet weary from standing, followed his lead.

A hand tugged your arm from behind. You nearly stumbled and tripped backwards on the steps, but you quickly regained balance with your father's help. Whirling around with indignation and a crass proclamation on your tongue, you found yourself facing the sheepish, wide-eyed face of the Prince.

Your words died quickly, and your mouth faltered shut.

"I'm... uh, sorry," he said, a breathy, awkward chuckle escaping him. "I was just wondering if..." his eyes darted to your father, then back to you, "... if your father would allow you to accompany me on a boat ride."

Beside you, your father beamed.

"It is a pleasure and an honour to be invited by you, my Prince," your father said with a bow of his head. "Ra'inet would be happy to join you."

You pursed your lips into a tight smile. You were not happy to join the Prince. Through his facade of awkwardness he was incredibly self-centered and egoistic, traits both understandable and reprehensible in your mind. The two of you rarely spoke to one another, but even in those scant conversations those traits pulled through. Some part of you feared imagining what would happen if you were left alone with the Prince for an extended period of time. 

But in front of you, the Prince smiled and his tension eased. Your father patted your shoulder and was quickly gone, caught up in another conversation with an overseer, and leaving you alone with the Prince.

A quiet blush filled up your cheeks as the Prince continued smiling at you, and offered his arm for you to take. Hesitantly, you hooked your arm around his, and with that he led you down the stone steps and towards the distant riverbank.

In the season of Peret, the air grew cooler, and the waters of the Nile were less inviting with their cold waves and murky depths. But the sun shone all the same, glistening rays painting the world a shade of gold, and reflecting off the rustling palm fronds like gems falling from one bowl into another. Many workers migrated from their jobs at the construction site to tend to their fields, resuming their work as farmers as they did with every season. 

Ahkmen led you down the dirt paths winding through farmland and low houses, landmarked by local shrines drowning in lotus flowers and garlands of fresh camellias. You wondered, rather absently, where Ahkmen was leading you––the royal docks were much further down the river. Even to a blind man, the braying of donkeys and the rough sounds of plows digging into the black soil would give away the farming nature of the area. But it was no place of yours to question, and so you quietly allowed Ahkmen to lead you in a tempered walk, his smile brightly offered to anyone who happened to catch his eye.

He sighed, a deep, satisfied sigh that rested easy in his chest, and turned to you.

"Do you enjoy the season?" He asked, his words as spiritually invigorated as his steps.

"Peret?" You asked. You looked ahead. "I suppose so. The smell of fresh silt... fresh flowers. And the absence of the noise of constant stoneworking." You turned to him. "It is nice."

"Indeed," he said, and smiled down at you. "Though at times, I do long for the warmth of Shemu. It is as though Ra Himself encloses you in His arms."

"- and all the children go running for Hapi," you said with a chuckle.

He practically beamed at you. Maybe it was deserved––you rarely ever reciprocated his conversation. Loathing to admit it, some of your reluctance was due to nervousness in the presence of one both prestigious and beautiful. You blushed again and looked away. Ahkmen, while exceedingly beautiful, would take any compliment of yours and run fifty cubits with it.

The receding floodwaters left swaths of black silt fields stretching from the farmland to the riverbank, trodden daily by both birds and farmers alike gathering for their respective needs. Some boats had been left in the same spots as they had been during the flooding season, and for those, their hulls were settled in the soft, wet earth, muddied and blackened. Further down the muddy shores, tightly bound reed skiffs bobbed at the edge of the water. One in particular had its' binding reeds painted in banded colours of red, gold, and blue, and its' ends curved, ending in wooden lotus caps. It was a nobleman's skiff––perhaps for a son, as the size was enough for, at maximum, only three people. And, of course, it was the one Ahkmen led you to.

By the time you reached it, your sandals were already covered in black silt. Still, Ahkmen offered his hand to help ease you onto the boat, and when you had sat down to lift your legs up and under you, he halted you by a hand on your ankle.

He knelt, one knee in the mud, smiling up at you, and proceeded to slip your sandals off of you.

"I'm sure you don't want mud all over your linens," he said.

He had a point. But the image of him on his knees taking your sandals off was doing you no favours.

In response to your silence, he proceeded with his work, took your shoes off, and washed them in the river. After setting them down beside you, he leased the skiff from its tie to the shore, and pushed off into the water. The waves rushed over your dangling feet, quickly washing away any remnants of dirt. Ahk ran, pushed, jumped aboard, and grabbed hold of the steering stick in one smooth motion. Your hands rushed to steady your weight as the boat rocked, but it soon eased into stillness.

On the other end of the boat with his back to you, Ahk shifted to his knees and looked over his shoulder, throwing you a bright grin. You gave a terse smile in return.

"Do you take boat rides often?" He asked, returning his attention to steering.

You watched the muscles in his arms and shoulder flex and curve, their shadows and glistenings building and diminishing in the sunlight with each strike of the oar against the riverbed.

"No," you said after a moment. "It's not an activity my father especially enjoys."

"Your father?" Ahkmen repeated. "Are you only allowed on the Nile if your father says so?"

"Something like that. Only if he wants to... in which case he'll take me, whether I want to or not," you said, redirecting your gaze from his tanned skin to the rippling water echoing from the skiff's belly.

Across from you, Ahkmen scrunched his nose dissatisfactorally.

"Only when he wants to?" He scoffed. "How ridiculous. My father allows me much more freedom."

You snorted some vague agreement, and kept your eyes on the water.

"You know," he began, "your father seemed very willing to let me borrow you. Perhaps, in the future, if you ever want for something, you can tell him I've invited you someplace. Whatever it is you want to do, I shall accompany you."

"How kind," you said with little emotion.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said. Apparently he had some difficulty picking up on your cues. "After all, I have been wanting to spend time with you. You just always seem to disappear whenever I have time to spare."

You cleared your throat, straightening your posture.

"Yes, um... I apologize," you said quickly. "To be honest, I..."

You sighed roughly. This was not something you wanted to admit, but you had already started the confession, and you had no lie to fill the space of this truth. To save yourself some embarrassment, you looked firmly away from Ahkmen.

"... your presence makes me a little nervous," you finished in a mumble.

"Nervous?" He repeated, then laughed. "There's no need to be nervous. I am just as human as you are. Closer to the Gods, perhaps, but still human."

You held back an irritated growl. Fortunately, that passed under his ears, and he continued talking in blissful ignorance.

"I suppose you don't go swimming much, then, if you don't go out on boats often. You know, if strikes me as strange––the poor go to the river every day to bathe, and yet when a noble goes to the river, it is considered leisure; a break from their duties. Don't you think it's odd, that difference?"

"I suppose," you said quietly. "I always just summed it up that our lives are very different. Chores to some are pleasure to others, and the other way around."

You weren't sure if he even heard you or processed your response. He simply hummed affirmatively and continued rambling, rowing downstream all the while. Between his statements and rhetorical questions, you nodded in vague agreement, adding in sparse verbal responses to assure him you were still listening––even if you weren't. Most of your attention was instead consumed by the passing water, the growing abundance of green reeds, the occasional passing grove of blue lotus and lily pads, and the cold winds blowing in from the north. In fact, you hardly noticed when Ahkmen stopped talking, and were quite surprised to turn your head and find him on his hands and knees in front of you, eyes wide as he studied you meticulously.

You jumped back, rocking the skiff slightly––but the motion was minute, halted by the growing bundles of reeds on either side.

"I hope this is better," he said.

"Wh - what's better?" You asked, attempting to slow your breathing to normal. 

"The reeds. They should keep the wind out, at least a little bit," he said, gesturing to the surrounding flora with his head. 

"Oh." You lowered your defensive hand. "Um... thank you. I - I think it is helping."

While the wind did still rustle and blow through the reeds and nearby bushes onshore, Ahkmen had steered you into a thick and tall patch. None of the reeds surrounding you were moved by the breeze.

Ahkmen smiled.

"Good," he said. "I am glad to hear it."

You glanced to the side, waiting for him to back away, but he did not. He stayed on his hands and knees, so close you could mistake him for a dog attempting to sniff your face. Fortunately, Ahkmen was much more pleasing to the eye––and to the nose––than a hound. On the unfortunate side, you had no idea what he wanted with you, and you were beginning to sweat from the proximity. 

After several minutes, you were unable to hold back the dam of words in your throat.

"Is something wrong?" You finally asked.

"No, not really," he said, but he didn't move away. He didn't even blink. "I'm just trying to figure something out. Or a couple of things, I suppose. My mind wanders."

You raised an eyebrow.

"What are you trying to figure out?"

"At first I was trying to figure out why you don't like me," he said. Still his eyes darted across your face––from each eye to lips, from jawline to cheekbone. 

"I like you," you lied, feeling rather offended for no reason.

Perhaps it was that he had been able to see through what you deemed a perfectly good disguise of manners and politeness. Or maybe––and you liked this option least––it was that he didn't seem bothered by you not liking him.

"No... you don't," he said. 

This time his voice gave way to a softer, yielding tone; one that stretched thin and revealed some hint of sadness.

"Why don't you like me, Ra'inet?" He asked, quirking his head to the side.

It was almost adorable, the way his brow creased and his lips pouted ever so slightly.

"I - I don't... not like you," you stammered, backing up into the curved end of the skiff. He followed, hands as delicate as cat paws upon the boat's floor. "I just –"

You laughed bitterly––half nervousness and half fear––and looked away, biting at your lips.

"My father wants me to get close to you. I think it's a horrible way for a friendship to start, so I –" you looked down, anywhere but Ahk's eyes, "- I'm not exactly jumping at the opportunity to give him what he wants. And besides, all you do is talk about yourself, you're not exactly hard company to not want to be around."

Your face heated to the point of feeling like a sunburn, and you pointedly kept away from Ahkmen's gaze. But he, in all his strange mannerisms and ideas, began to laugh, and that caught your attention. You looked up incredulously, eyes wide as you watched his face split into a wide grin, and laughter rang like bells past his blushing lips. His inexplicable glee did nothing for your heated face, which only grew warmer at the sight.

"Wh - what?" You stammered, your tongue thick and numb in your mouth. "What's so funny?!"

"Nothing, it's just –" he interrupted himself with his own laughter, "- it's hard not to laugh when nearly all my friends have the same problem. Everyone wants their child to be friends with me and somehow, every friend I've managed to pick has despised their parent's pushiness on the matter." He breathed, the laughter having dissipated, but the grin remaining. "You, however, are the first to admit you dislike me."

You spluttered again, shaking your head.

"I never said I dislike you!"

"Ah," he held up a finger, "but you didn't say you like me, either."

"I just – I don't know you very well," you hurried out, running a hand over your hair.

"You haven't given me a chance. And I think you want to... if that blush is anything to go on," he said, and finally, at long last, moved back and out of your space, a smile still curving his perfect lips.

A deep and intense grimace overtook you, eyes wide as your resolve crumbled into embarrassment. If he had continued you either would've started crying or yelling, and for that you were grateful he had the good mind to back off before you exploded. You remained mortified regardless, and your senses, aching to be somewhere else, turned to the world around. 

The shifting shade of the willow tree, and its' branching, green tendons; the ducks on the opposite shore, and the white heron wading through the reeds nearby. The tiny fish with their scales glittering like diamonds on the riverbed weaving between shadow and sunlight, reed forests and mud flats. Ahkmen sitting across from you, one knee pulled to his chest, and a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

You quickly looked away.

"Is this what you wanted to do?" You asked, staring at your bare feet.

"No, I, um... had something else in mind," he said cryptically. "I don't think you're in the mood for it, though."

"Really?" You chuckled weakly. "What was it?"

His smile slowly grew, and you immediately regretted asking. It was too late––he was crawling back over, practically jumping out of his skin with how quickly he made it to you.

"I was hoping to break through that hard exterior of yours. I know there's something golden in that eggshell of yours," he said, placing a hand on your foot. "Something lusting for freedom. Adventure, even. A kindred spirit of mine. I, too, dream of escaping the confines of our life... setting sail up the Nile and discovering the Ta-Seti cities in the south. Or, perhaps, travelling into the desert and joining the Wawat, or the Medjay."

The fantasies were not exactly your own; yours more often concerned themselves with going north and exploring the cities across the distant sea, or hiding in the marshes of the delta, far from prying eyes. The spirit, however, was just as yours was, and the sincerity both humoured and surprised you.

"Well... I wouldn't... say no," you said slowly.

Ahkmen beamed.

"I knew it!" He jumped up, rocking the boat. Your hands shot out to grab the sides. "I knew I could see -"

He was abruptly cut off by his own yelp as he lost balance on the wobbling boat, and was promptly plunged into the cold, shallow waters of the Nile. By the time you reached a hand out to help, he was already soaked, and had splashed you in the process. 

You slowly opened your tightly shut eyes, and found him looking rather shocked, his white linen shendyt turned a splattered shade of brown. The two of you sat still as the event slowly processed. A smile crept across your face.

His gaze fluttered and turned to you as you began to laugh, covering your mouth as laughter as bright and wondrous as Hathor's sistrums sang through the papyrus reeds and willow leaves. He stared, mouth open in wonder, before laughing with you, slowly and shyly at first but with growing humour. Shifting upwards, he walked over to you on his knees, placing his hands on the skiff's edge.

"I knew I could see something shining in those eyes," he said, chuckling breathily. "You try so very hard to dull it, but I can see."

"You pride yourself as perceptive, don't you?"

"I have to pride myself on something," he replied.

"You have lots of things to pride yourself on," you said, furrowing your brow.

"Really?" He said with a smirk, leaning in. "Why don't you enlighten me?"

"No, I don't think I want to bolster your ego any more than it already has been," you said, and despite yourself, you leaned in as well.

"Actually, I think it's hit the firmament. I'm as bolstered as they come, you might as well indulge me," he said, shrugging. "Come now. Consider it your apology for lying when you said you don't like me."

You shook your head, laughing.

"I never said I don't like you."

"Fine," he said. "An apology for lying to yourself."

You raised a bemused eyebrow. 

"Fine," you said, raising your chin. "Above your insightfulness, you are... energetic... joyous... and rather beautiful."

"You would put beauty above the ability to see clearly? A grave mistake, my dear," he said.

"Well, maybe you're just that beautiful," you said before you could stop yourself. 

A blush appeared on his cheeks, but it did nothing to diminish his smile. 

"I could say the same about you," he said in a murmur, his gaze flickering down to your lips and back up to your eyes. "But there are far more interesting things in your mind."

"How kind of you to say," you murmured in reply.

"Nothing but the truth," he said with a grin.

He was close now, the both of you having leaned in in small intervals, till it would take no more than swift movement of your lips forward to kiss him. This time it was your gaze that faltered and fell to his lips––but he did not acquiesce to the quiet desire. Instead, he backed away and stood, his skirt dripping with water.

"I suppose I ought to take you home soon. Your father will wonder where you are," he said, wringing the linen in such a way that revealed his upper thighs.

You tried your best not to stare. The tanned skin blending into pale tempted you deeply, but you kept your eyes on his face, only watching out of your peripheral vision.

"I think I can stay for a little longer," you said with a small shrug. "I'm sure my father won't mind, considering I'm with the Prince."

Ahkmen looked up from his skirt, a mischievous smile on his face.

"See?" He said. "I knew I liked you."

The heat of midday was passed on the river in the shade of the arching willow tree, and when the winds became too much, Ahkmen dutifully rowed you back towards the main city. He obtained for you, to eat near the fires of the public bakeries, a bowl of sunbaked dates still fresh from the hot season. The sun quickly set, as it often did in the season of Peret, and the two of you watched the light disappear behind mudbrick buildings and distant palaces. Ahkmen walked you home, and from the riverside plucked a lotus for you to keep.

"We will see each other again before this lotus wilts," he said, earnesty in his eyes gleaming with sunset. "Yes?"

You swallowed thickly, and with a racing heart, found with starting clarity that you liked the Prince much, much more than you ever thought you hated him.

"Yes," you said after a moment's silence. "Of course."

[bluebellhairpin]

I'm going to revert to 17 year old me who was obsessed with night at the museum for a second. So bare with me an imagine this reincarnation au.

So reincarnation is so completely not what ancient Egyptians believe it. It basically ruins the concept of an afterlife (something they lived their whole lives around, literally) by saying that after you die you're born again as a human. So let's say, for this sake, that soulmate reincarnation existed, but back then they didn't have much of a grasp on it. If they got visions of a past life they mightve chalked it up as divinic visions, especially, say if you were at a god-like status of Pharaoh.

So when Ahkmenrah's tablet was formed, it essentially stopped him for being reincarnated, tying his whole being to his old body. You however, didn't have the privilege. You, his soulmate, was buried somewhere else by Kahmenrah as a final "fuck you" to spite his little brother in the afterlife. You, having being reborn over and over for thousands of years and never finding your soulmate ever again - because he isn't being reborn.

However you've always had a love of all things ancient Egyptian. Something about it comforted you. Your past lives spoke for that; a writer, acreologist, teacher, explorer, even glimpses of a life in old streets of Memphis. It made sence then that now you worked in the British Museum when you weren't working on your degree.

One night had you working later than usual. Everyone else had gone home. The sun disappeared over the tops of buildings and darkness rose to follow it. The nightguard, having know you for weeks now, decided to let you stay a little bit longer as your finished up writing about the stela before you. Her face was knowing, she left you with the words "be careful", which at the time seemed like a far too obvious thing to say.

But when the carvings on the stela began to move, turning to look up at your with tilted heads, you thought that meant it was time to go home to bed. When you turned, finding the giant stature of Ramses II staring down at you, you almost screamed. When the sarcophagus lids of Merenkahre, Shepseheret, and Ahkmenrah started moving and the mummy's - no, fully dressed people - sat up, you practically fainted.

Well actually you did faint.

When you woke up though, looking up at the face of a man you knew you knew as your lost lover, you smiled. And so did he.

[writing-fanics]

Ahkmenrah fanfic this week?

like ahk x Larry’s older daughter and her and ahk sharing their first kiss. She visits him almost every night, she wants to be an artist and loves drawing him

Even helped her with an essay for college on ancient Egypt. his guards (forgot their names) would always bow when you entered.

When she couldn’t visit he missed her. Loved it when she would kiss him before she left.

I need to write this

[servicetopglinda]

Existential Crisis At The Museum

Teddy Roosevelt is a near perfect replica of the 26th president of the United States of America. Teddy Roosevelt is not his real name, of course, but the name of the one whose image he was made in. He is not important enough to have one of his own.

He makes his rounds through the museum halls, footsteps clinking against the tiles with every step of his casual gait. All is well, for now, but that can change at any second and he has to be ready for any trouble that might come charging his way. It’s not his responsibility, and not even something he’d particularly want to do, but it’s what the man he’s supposed to be would do, and that is all he knows.

He’s passing by the Ancient Egypt Exhibit to do his nightly check in on the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah. Teddy turns to his right to stare down the shaking sarcophagus of of the pharaoh and he sees the face of a ghost staring back at him through the display glass.

Nothing that Teddy has is his own. Everything that he is belongs to the real Theodore Roosevelt. He has his face, even his memories, but he does not have his soul.

He is not Roosevelt.

The pharaoh thrashes and screams from within his sarcophagus as he has done every night for the last 50 years. It’s the same routine over and over again. Ahkmenrah wakes up from the dead and finds himself without light, without movement, and without air. He screams for hours on end, enduring the torture of having his soul trapped in corpse until the sun rises and he dies another day until the cycle repeats. A mindless ouroboros of death and death and death.

And despite all this, Teddy envies him.

At least the pharaoh was once a living man. The real Ahkmenrah whose face was painted on those walls. Not some imposter. Neither one of them is flesh but the pharaoh at least is bone and teeth and nails and Teddy is just wax shaped to the form of a monster in the form of a human.

The pharaoh’s death is restless but it’s proof that he was alive. That’s more than Teddy will ever have. He will never know death because he was never alive to begin with. If there is such thing as an afterlife, he will never know it. Either he will spend an eternity trying to fill the shoes of a man long dead or one day he will return to the form of an inanimate sculpture never to be sentient again and be none the wiser.

Sometimes he thinks about leaving the museum. He thinks about walking out the front door with his same casual gait that he adopts whenever he pretends he has everything under control. He imagines walking all the way to Central Park, finding a nice bench, and watching the sun rise for the first and final time.

But he’s too much of a coward to do it. After all, he’s not Roosevelt. He’s not even a person.

Teddy turns on his heel, continuing his rounds as he walks down the halls. With every step, Ahkmenrah’s screams fade further in the distance. With every step, Teddy pretends he doesn’t know he’s pretending.

[agathassscribbles]

I rewatched the movie and fell again for him. This was so cute, I loved it <3

Into the New Year (Ahkmenrah | Night at the Museum)

Summary — You attend a New Year’s Eve party at the museum with Ahkmenrah, who wonders if he can work up the courage to kiss you at midnight.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; kissing.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Holidays’ Event (31/31) ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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You couldn’t help but laugh at the dramatically different dance moves being performed by Jed and Octavius. The two had quickly become some of your best friends after you began working the night shift, which led to great moments like this. Teddy suddenly approached, spinning you around once before continuing to dance his way in the direction of his love, Sacajawea.

As the loud music changed to a different song, you noticed Larry and Ahkmenrah watching the party from their position on the second floor balcony. You waved at the two men, which made Larry nudge Ahkmenrah with a smirk on his face. Ahkmenrah quickly returned your wave before he glared at Larry. 

You shrugged, unsure of what was going on. There had been some tension between the two men over the past few nights. Though it mostly seemed to be Ahkmenrah being frustrated with Larry for some mysterious reason. You were too busy having fun right now to worry about it—

“Hello!” 

You grinned widely at Ahkmenrah, who had suddenly began dancing in front of you with his own bright smile. You waved at him once more in reply. 

“Everything alright?” you asked. “You seemed mad a second ago!”

“Just Larry being himself,” he shrugged. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” 

You nodded, allowing the pharaoh to take your hand. Ahkmenrah began leading you away from the party, though you could still hear the music echoing throughout the corridors. You spared a glance at a nearby clock.

11:58pm.

You furrowed your eyebrows after reading the time. You then observed Ahkmenrah for a moment. You couldn’t help noticing his nervous demeanor. He led you inside the area that housed his exhibit. (You could feel the eyes of the Anubis guards by the door.) 

“Ahkmenrah?” you asked. “What’s this about?” 

The pharaoh cleared his throat, and replied, “Larry has recently told me about a tradition.”

You raised your eyebrows, and said, “There are several ‘traditions’. Care to specify which one you’re talking about?” 

Ahkmenrah didn’t reply. He could only spare a nervous glance at his sandals, unsure of how to respond. 

Before you could say anything else, every clock in the museum chimed loudly to signal the sudden arrival of midnight. You then felt Ahkmenrah place his hands against your cheeks, gently caressing your skin. You felt a shiver travel throughout your body. Not a moment later, Ahkmenrah pressed his lips against your own in a soft kiss. 

You quickly brought your hands to rest against Ahkmenrah’s shoulders. (You also heard the Anubis guards turn away to grant their pharaoh some semblance of privacy.) The distant music disappeared into nothing as you pulled Ahkmenrah closer to you. 

Neither of you wanted to break Ahkmenrah’s newly discovered tradition. 

[theaskywalker]

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Ahkmenrah x Reader: Sarcophagus

Sarcophagus Part 2

Word Count: 1,276 Warnings/Notes: Jump scare via Ahkmenrah yelling and the Reader not expecting that at all. Summary: The Reader is cataloging in the museum past closing, they are surprised to see the sarcophagus of the pharaoh Ahmenrah shaking and someone yelling from within it. Will the Reader stay to figure things out, or will a night guard find them first before they can truly help Ahk?

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  The echo of footsteps came and went. Some lingered with more interest than others. It was the usual sound of a museum. Quiet murmuring of the exhibits and the curiosities the guests held for anything unusual or a spark of amazement.   The Museum of Natural History held such wonder. Though the amount of visitors came in few as years went by, that statistic never curved your interest. Which was all the more reason why you found yourself there presently.   You had checked your watch again as it neared the time of closing. But with such interest and focus, it was easy to lose track of time. The object of your gaze for the past couple of hours resided in the Ancient Egyptian exhibit. Within it, the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah and a collection of his belongings, found in his tomb alongside him decades ago.   Sketching in the next hieroglyph into your notebook, you were determined to complete one more row before leaving for the night. It may not be the most exciting task to the others, especially to anyone who noticed, but you enjoyed it. Honestly, you would not be doing it if you dreaded it. Not everyone could say the same, you were thankful that you could.   As the hieroglyphs began to fill another line on the page, you muttered to yourself. It was a thought, that perhaps you should have left enough space on the page between the lines for your translations. At least it was merely a minor inconvenience.

  Unknowingly to you through your mutterings, the golden tablet displayed on the wall above began to glow.   The sun had set. The exhibits within the museum started to awaken for the night. Every night like the one before. You, however, were the only difference. Completely focused, and yet utterly oblivious.   Kneeling down, you inspected the last hieroglyph. Or, at least, the last one to draw for the day. “I can’t believe they took this out of a tomb,” you grumbled to yourself, “I guess it was easier for them to clear out and transport these magnificent archeological finds than create a replica. Display purposes and no doubt—”   “AHHHH!”   “AHH!” You spun onto the floor in fright. Looking for the ongoing source of your initial panic, you saw no one behind you. No one except the sarcophagus. The shaking sarcophagus.

  This was not a case of caffeine jitters or accidentally falling asleep during work. No, the confines of the sarcophagus were indeed yelling and the pins holding the lid on were rattling as fast as your heart.   Had you entered a scene in a horror movie, or was someone pulling an elaborate trick on you? If the latter, you were sure to exchange some professionally heated words with them. Tampering with a mummy that needed proper care to remain well preserved required the utmost respect.   Thinking more about a sneaky trick, you frowned. “Stop shouting.”   All sounds ceased.   Peering around, you expected at least one other person to come jogging into the Temple room to free their colleague. But silence remained.   Slowly, you stood to your feet and walked forward. “I’m crazy.” As you looked down upon the golden face, your breath caught. Could you have been imagining all of this? “Just…don’t scare me this time,” you requested in a small voice.   “My apologies,” a muffled voice spoke earnestly from within the sarcophagus.   “I am crazy,” you sighed. “I’m talking to an ancient mummy in a museum.”   “I am Ahkmenrah. Fourth King of the Fourth King, Ruler of the land of my fathers. Please, release me.”   “And you’re…alive? How?” You asked, absolutely dumbfounded.   “My tablet, it brings life to everything in this museum at night.”   Turning around, you tilted your head curiously. The tablet of Ahkmenrah. Made of solid gold, it was seen as the most prized possession within the entire collection. Even more than the pharaoh himself.   “Why are you trapped? Have you not told either of the night guards?”   Though muffled through his wrappings and his sarcophagus, you could clearly identify sorrow when you heard it.   “I do not truly know. I have called out each night for years, but to no prevail”   “Alright,” you took a steadying breath. Stepping over to your right, you aligned the palms of your hands with the side of the stone slab. It was the original lid to the rectangular coffin, but was placed in such a way to have the decorative face of the sarcophagus on display. “This goes against my better judgement…and my favorite 1999 film.”   Pushing against the heavy block, it hardly budged. With a shift of your feet, you got better footing. “Come on,” you strained, putting as much of your body weight into your effort as possible.   One more try, and your shoe slipped, squeaking beneath you as your chest hit the lid. “Ah,” you winced. Shaking your head slowly, winded. You stood back up/straighter. “I’m sorry—I…I’m not strong enough.”   Ahkmenrah was silent. Not a shake of his voice or embellished lid.   “Maybe I can get a friend of mine, a colleague, to help me tomorrow night,” you offered, making your way back over to his golden likeness. “Would that be all right?”   “Yes. That would be wonderful,” he replied. A lightness that was not in his voice before, shined.   “I don’t want you to feel alone otherwise.”   “Thank you.”

  Before you could add any more to the conversation, you stopped. Footsteps from the hall outside made its way into the room. And then a voice. Polite yet firm in acknowledging your presence.   “It’s past closing,” he announced, making your head snap up in his direction.   “Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” you stood straighter, “I guess I just lost track of time.”   The light glinted off of his white hair as he stepped up to the small roped off barricade in front of the case. “Admiring history will do that to you,” he nodded.   “Yes.” Internally, you hesitated, but dared not show it. You were given permission to be there. It was a part of your profession.   His brows rose. “Getting acquainted with the pharaoh?”   “Yes, I just had to admire him for a little while longer—after cataloging the hieroglyphs, of course.”   “Yes, of course.”

  Remembering, you turned around to retrieve your notebook and pen. Hastily, you stashed them away into your bag. “I won’t keep you any longer, I know you gentlemen have a very important job to do.” Standing back up, you avoided taking a glance at Ahkmenrah’s tablet. You were not sure of the night guards’ reasons for keeping the pharaoh locked away, but you did not want to venture into such a conversation at the moment.   “Here, I’ll walk you out,” he offered when you turned back around/toward him.   “Thank you.”   “My pleasure.”   Holding your bag closer to yourself, you quietly walked between the two lines of the pillars. You kept to yourself all the more when eerie crackling sounds from the tall Anubis statues reached your ears. Chills ran over your skin.   Leaving the Temple of Ahkmenrah exhibit, you played the ignorance card hard. With your notebook back in your hand, you kept your eyes down. Trained to the paper in front of your face, you ignored every sound and movement. And as you reached the revolving doors at the front of the museum, you were certain that you could not ‘accidentally’ stay late again. Something was going on in that museum, but no one else knew. You could only hope to find a suitable reason to be near Ahkmenrah after hours again. Your curiosity and perhaps his sanity depended on it.

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[nishayuro]

Shout out to my Ahk girlies out there who took history/archaeology related courses in college because they love Night at the Museum and Ahkmenrah so much. Here's to imagining a future with us and this fictional pharaoh 🥰

I'm literally in BA History right now in my first year suffering because I decided when I was 8 that I wanted to be "close" to Ahk and never gave up on this dream. I have a pin with Ahk's pic that says "Do it for him" just so I can cope everyday and as a reminder why I'm in this in the first place.