#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

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[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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[planetaryartist]

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[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.

[adamsandgirl]

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.

[ivorydragoness44]

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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[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

[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]

Imagine joining Larry and the others in their quest to discover the secret of the tablet

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AJ (Takers 2010):

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Anakin Imagines/concepts:

cowboy!Anakin

Late night drives with modern!Ani

modern!Ani after a fight

dancing in front of modern!Ani

Bridgerton!Anakin

mafia!Ani

casual dominance with modern!Ani

casual dominance pt.2

scene that reminds me of mafia!Ani

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modern!Ani in a baseball cap

modern!Ani in the fall

Car guy!Ani

modern!ani energy

Modern!Ani at a halloween party

not just the men, but the women and the children too

Sassy men apocalypse

Modern!Ani and Obi-Wan

human furnace Ani

black cat/golden retriever Ani

Skywalker Necklace

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Give him the credit he deserves

Sam Monroe thoughts:

him<3

my bestie being funny

Stephen Glass thoughts:

he’s got my full attention

Hayden Christensen Thoughts:

first response when seeing him

NEED HIM BADLY

i’d let him ruin me

he’s my drug

giggling and blushing uncontrollably

butterflies

Howard Stark Thoughts:

fandom

Ahkmenrah thoughts:

babygorl

scammed

cutest Mummy

Derek Saurez thoughts:

derek edit pt.1

derek edit pt.2

[probablynot-john]

Would anything really happen to the exhibits if they died?

I mean, some of them come to life from inanimate objects, but Ahkmenrah, Dexter and Rexy were already alive at one point.

So if, say for example, Jed died in the hour glass, and his body was still fine, would he just come back to life the next night? I mean, Teddy got cut right in half in the first movie, and he was fine by the end of the night.

So imagine Octavius has to watch him die, and greive, and mourn, and Jed just wakes up the next night, not understanding what happened or why he's in a box, and where everyone is. And they're both traumatized in different ways.

Gosh I need multiple versions of this fic