#(ahkmenrah)

[fishycgh]

What music do you guys think he’ll listen to

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I wonder who would win in a race between a roman general on chariot vs a cowboy on horseback? Also happy pride!

[cece693]

I PROMISE HE'S USUALLY NOT LIKE THIS

King Ahkmenrah x Gender Neutral Reader

synopsis: A new exhibit has been unveiled at the museum, and it brings out Ahkmenrah's clingy and possessive side.

The museum had always been busy around your exhibit. Children pressed their palms to the glass, breath fogging the surface as they stared in awe. Adults lingered longer than they intended, reading the placard twice, craning their necks as if expecting you to move even before nightfall. You were part of a royal lineage, after all. An artifact that felt alive, even with your coffin sealed tight.

Ahkmenrah always joked about it.

“They adore you,” he’d said one evening as you walked the halls together, hands loosely entwined. His tone had been amused, fond rather than bitter. “If I were a lesser king, I might feel threatened.”

You laughed, bumping your shoulder into his. “You? Threatened? Please.”

Your pharaoh was beloved. Not just because he possessed the tablet that brought the museum to life, but because he ruled with kindness rather than fear. He listened. He compromised. He laughed easily and treated emperors and cowboys alike as equals.

That was why no one expected what came next.

The museum acquired a new exhibit. Larry kept the details vague. Something about a recently recovered piece, closely tied to your dynasty. Another royal, though of a lesser branch. Younger. Preserved impeccably.

You didn’t think much of it until night fell.

You and Ahkmenrah were walking together when Teddy appeared on his horse, beaming as he escorted a new figure through the hall. They looked around with open wonder, eyes wide, posture tentative but eager.

“And here we are, the royal wing. And these—” he gestured with a flourish, “—are Y/N and King Ahkmenrah. His tablet is the very thing that brings us all to life.”

You felt Ahkmenrah straighten beside you, pride evident in the lift of his chin. Where you expected questions, reverence, curiosity, directed toward your lover, the newcomer’s gaze bypassed him entirely.

They looked at you.

Their expression softened, something bright and unmistakably smitten flickering across their face. “I see.” they murmured, breathless.

You felt Ahkmenrah lean closer, his shoulder brushing yours, his body subtly positioning itself between you and the newcomer. His other hand came up to rest against your lower back, thumb tracing a slow, grounding circle.

“They are my partner.” Ahkmenrah's tone was polite yet unmistakably final.

“Oh. I—my apologies.”

Ahkmenrah smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. “No harm done, but do be mindful. Some things in this museum are not meant to be admired too closely.”

Teddy cleared his throat and ushered the newcomer onward. “Plenty more to see, my friend.” As they walked away, the newcomer glanced back at you, only to find Ahkmenrah already watching them, his arm still around you.

From then on, Ahkmenrah was rarely more than a step away. If you stopped to speak with anyone, he stood at your side, hand resting openly on your hip. When you walked, his fingers laced through yours. When you laughed, he leaned in, murmuring something only you could hear.

The newcomer tried to approach you again, smile hopeful, but Ahkmenrah beat them to it. He reached for you first, pulling you gently against his chest, chin dipping to rest atop your head. “Is there something you require?”

The newcomer flushed. “I only wished to talk.”

“You may speak,” Ahkmenrah said. “From there.”

The newcomer nodded a little too eagerly, clearly taking that as a challenge rather than a boundary. “Well—uh,” they began, smiling at you with hopeful sincerity, “I just wanted to say I admire so much about your exhibit. The craftsmanship, the history, the—”

“They mean you as a whole.” Ahkmenrah interjected calmly.

The newcomer laughed awkwardly. “Yes, well, everything, really.”

You smiled politely, ever gracious despite the situation. “That’s very kind of you. I hope you’re settling in well. Waking up in the museum can be overwhelming at first." Ahkmenrah made a quiet, displeased sound in his throat.

“It has been overwhelming, but seeing you has helped tremendously. I was hoping perhaps you could tell me more about your lineage? Maybe sometime later tonight?”

Ahkmenrah’s head tilted. You could practically feel him pouting behind you. “Telling stories is very tiring,” he said mildly. “They require energy. And time. And attention.”

“Oh! I wouldn’t take much, I promise.”

Ahkmenrah stared at them. Long. Unblinking.

You sighed softly, already sensing where this was going, and lifted a hand to gently stroke through Ahkmenrah’s hair, fingers brushing over his crown in slow, soothing motions. “There, there,” you murmured fondly, just loud enough for him to hear. “I’m just being polite.”

The effect was immediate.

His shoulders relaxed. His sulk dissolved into something smug and satisfied as he leaned fully into your touch, eyes half-lidding like a pampered cat. The newcomer watched this unfold in real time, expression slowly shifting from hopeful to devastated.

“So, about that conversation?”

Ahkmenrah glanced at them again, this time looking far more relaxed, dangerously so. “Ah,” he said, bright. “You may continue.”

The newcomer brightened. “Wonderful! I was just saying—" Ahkmenrah leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “—that your presence here is truly—” Ahkmenrah kissed your temple. Then your cheek. Then murmured, far too sweetly:

“I love you.”

The newcomer stopped talking altogether. “I think,” they said weakly, “I will return to my display.”

“A wise decision.”

As the newcomer retreated, you laughed softly, fingers still combing through Ahkmenrah’s hair. “You didn’t have to intimidate them.”

“I didn’t intimidate anyone,” Ahkmenrah replied, settling more comfortably against you. “I simply existed affectionately.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You practically hissed.”

“I did not,” he said, affronted, then paused. “…Perhaps internally.”

[msk-vitus]

[10/25] your character’s the whole plot of the movie but i can count all your lines on two hands over the whole trilogy

once i put paint on this brush- ion know what the fuck im doing

[caterpillarinacave]

NATM Textposts

[genebabe]

rami malek in night at the museum: secret of the tomb (2014)

[batteryacid404]

"My Love"

Summary: Ahkmenrah's lover/wife was buried in the tomb when CJ stumbled into it. 4,000 years later they meet again.

Notes: I have a headcannon that while not affected by the tablet exibts (that have woken up before) would be in a sort of speed up sleep paralysis. Aware of some things, but not much. If the text is written like this, it's in ancient egyptian.

Tags: Character x Reader/OC, Headcannons, angst to fluff (Reunion), mention of death, No use of Y/N, still new writer, maybe part two🤷‍♀️

Edit: There is a part two and three to this story, it's linked here and here

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Ahkmenrah wasn't prepared for the last time he'd see his wife. It was just like any other night, the two kissed goodnight, helped each other with their mummy raps, and climbed back into their own sarcophagus. It was the morning that was different. When a young boy had fallen into their tomb it caused a sort of cave-in, one was the large gaping hole in the ceiling, and the other was further in, less obvious, but it ended up covering the last sarcophagus and the treasures surrounding it.  

It wasn't until he awoke at Cambridge University that Ahk even truly knew she was gone. 

Over the next 14 years, Ahk's grief slowly got more bearable with the vast knowledge he'd thrown himself into distracting him. Even so, nothing filled his heart like she had. 

But once again life had other plans and due to budget cuts, Ahkmenrah was sold to the Museum of Natural History and was on the move again. It was less than a day before Ahk arrived at the museum, but with unknown factors about the exhibit, Ahk and his sarcophagus weren't put on display until a few days later. 

Finally ready to escape the cramped metal casket, Ahk pushed on the lid of his sarcophagus only to find a heavy resistance, and a little metal clink indicating that there was a latch he was pushing against. 

With a panicked yell, Ahkmenrah pounded his fists against the cold metal, trying to grab someone's attention. His secret being revealed was the least of his worries. But alas, the night guard was busy being chased up and down the halls by lions, tigers and bears. 

This became a rhythm of sorts for the next 54 years of Ahk's life with the occasional taunt from one of the three night guards. This routine had a wrench thrown in it when the night guards had attempted to steal Ahk’s tablet, and Larry, -Guardian of Brooklyn- had to have his help restoring the museum. 

That night was particularly hard on Ahkmenrah because of how fast everything clicked by, not giving the pharaoh any time to fully comprehend the situation at hand. Getting back in the sarcophagus was even worse. It took nearly 15 minutes of Larry swearing up and down to let him back out before Ahk even put his bandages back on.

Now everything had gotten easier with a couple years put between Ahk and the tablet nearly being stolen. However, that never stopped him from continuing to mourn his lost lover, who was over 5,500 miles away, buried in sand. 

But a fateful twist yanked away his suffering when Larry had told Ahkmenrah that they’d found another section of his tomb, and they were getting a shipment. 

The next days of waiting were pure torture. Ahk walking up and down the length of his exhibit and constantly bugging Larry about when it would arrive. 

When it did, Ahk was surprised with no large boxes. Just crates with trinkets and a few mummified animals. 

Everyone could feel Ahkmenrah’s total shut down, although he hadn’t explained what could possibly be causing it. Over the course of the next few nights, no one was allowed in the Pharaoh’s exhibit. The large Anubis guards stopped them in their tracks. To anyone who could look past the guards, they’d see Ahk, sitting in the same place on the floor, stroking a cat.

So when Larry was told about a second expansion, he refused to tell the Pharaoh. Not until the night after everything was put up. Larry wasn't sure how much the pharaoh -or anybody for that matter- was aware of during the day, so he came by as an attempt to comfort Ahk about whatever it was that got him so worked up. 

Ahk unwrapped the cloth around his face, sitting up with a small thank you to Larry. He started to climb out when something gold caught his eye. 

It was a sarcophagous. It was a little smaller than his own, a little more dusty. Ahk's heart leapt into his throat. Was it really her? His queen? 

Ignoring Larry, the pharaoh leapt to the golden box, and unlatched the sides. He nearly died for the second time when the tablet shone brightly and someone pushed on the lid of the fancy coffin. 

Now sitting up right was a gorgeous woman. With jet black hair, and traditional Egyptian style makeup. Most importantly, she had delicate eyes that when met with Ahkmenrah's, welled with tears. 

The pair practically dove for the other. Incasing one another in a tight hug. The woman peppered Ahk's face with kisses as intense sobs filled the air. 

Larry was completely lost. He had an idea about the reunion at hand but was truly clueless. So he simply walked out. Leaving the pair to their face sucking.

"Oh my love. How I've missed you." Ahk's voice filled the room in its accent dialect. 

Like a movie, she just responded, "Never again shall we part, my King."

[sketchy-doge1]

Tiny parade!