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Night at the Museum One-shot

Ahkmenrah x Reader

(You choose the rating when prompted by the asterisks, either PG-13 or NC-17)

Your community college freshman friend, Nick Daley invited you with him to join him at his night shift at the museum. He insists it'll be the "best night ever". How could the night shift at the Natural History Museum be "the best ever"?

You're about to find out...

You walk up the from steps of the Natural History Museum in a hurry. Why did you have to wait until the very last minute to work on this History midterm paper? Because, you admit to yourself, that your social media presence, while important, tends to distract you and make you put off imortant assignments.

No point in kicking yourself over it, you had a paper to write! Sure it would be easy enough to edit a paper written by an AI bot from the comfort of your own home, but maybe if you documented the visit to the museum with informative pictures and video, MAYYYYBE the professor would be willing to give you some extra credit.

You stop abruptly and take a quick selfie in front of the building, and another with a proud lion statue, before continuing inside. A large T-Rex skeleton stands in frontmost in the lobby.

The museum thankfully isn't too crowded on that late Sunday afternoon, that means better pictures for your social media accounts, and you wont have to be bothered by anyone.

You approach the Information desk and scan the QR code on a standee for a map. For your paper, you have to write a piece on early civilization agriculture. So, if there's a Mesopotamian exhibit...you know for sure that there's an Ancient Egyptian wing, those could be could places to start to take some photos...and notes too, you suppose.

You make your way up the stairs and follow the digital map through the hall of miniatures. You always loved these displays. The cute little figures had always seemed to have been playfully moved by the museum staff, making it seem like the tiny figures had their own secret lives in their perfectly safe, contained little worlds.

"Mesopotamia, there you are." you say aloud to yourself, spotting the larger display. You take a handful of good pictures of the display from all sorts of angles, using different focusses as if you were plotting out the cinematography for a big hollywood production. Throw a few filters on these pictures and they're perfect.

Once satisfied, you scan the plaque under the display for the virtual audio guide...you take note of some information that you could use for your paper...and for your photo captions before moving on to the Ancient Rome display. You begin taking more pictures.

'Got to do this quick. Take some more pictures, edit, then...' You pause a moment and look closer at the display, was that...a cowboy in the Roman display? He was tucked away behind one of the pillars, but at the right angle, yoi could definitely see that it was indeed a cowboy minature. You laugh. Those museum night guards must REALLY get bored on their shift. You snap a picture of the misplaced cowboy.

After checking out some of the other Early civilization displays, you head for the Ancient Egyptian wing. There was a promotional stand, "The Tablet of Ahkmenrah and the Great King's family, Back on display for limited time". Below listed the details of how long they would be there on loan from the Royal British Museum.

Curious. You recalled Ahkmenrah and his mysterious tablet seemed to have always been on display here at the New York History Museum. When did the Royal British Museum possess them?...Though the British Museum DID seem entitled to possess all SORTS of ancient artifacts that they really had no business "possessing"...You decide that that particular topic would you could write about for another assignment.

No matter. The tablet was affixed to the wall, shining under the angled gold spotlight as you remember, the sarcophagus of Ahkmenrah on display before it on a raised level.

The tragedy of the 4th King. Beloved by his kingdom until he died in his sleep, though now most Egyptologists and researchers confirmed that he had been brutally murdered by "assailants unknown", though most speculated it was his war hungry, older half brother Kahmunrah.

You explore the exhibit, taking pictures and trying to stay focussed on finding information actually useful to your agriculture report. However, you keep being drawn back to Ahkmenrah's sarcophagus. You had always been fascinated by his story, wanting to know more about him. Ancient writings express how kind hearted he was, how strong of a leader he had been, even if his reign had been cut tragically short.

You decide to take a selfie in front of the case and caption the pic "Pic with my favorite pharaoh" jokingly adding a heart and kissy face emoji. "Rest well, my guy." You say casually as if Ahkmenrah was an old friend simply taking a nap. You take a moment a look at the gleaming tablet in silent reverie before exitting the exhibit.

You figure you have more than enough material that the museum could provide to help aid you in writing your paper. The internet could do the rest from the Museum Café wifi.

On the first floor, beside the gift shop, you go to the café and order a large of your favorite go-to drink. The cute barista calls your name, and places your drink on the pickup counter. You take it with you as you find yourself a cozy corner table and open your laptop to write your paper. You only have a few hours until the museum closes and far less than 24 hours until the midterm paper deadline. As you furiously gather websites you can use for your paper, you figure, 'At least if I don't finish my paper by the time the museum closes, I have until 5am tomorrow morning to get it turned in'.

You get a good hour or two of work done when you hear someone greet you,

"Hey! [your name]" a young man's voice greets, "How's it goin?"

You look up to see Nick Daley, a friend of yours from one of your other classes, a navy jacket slung casually over his shoulder.

You greet him and tell him that you're working on the midterm paper that you had neglected to work on until the very last minute.

"Aw, man. I know how that is! Working here, I always forget to do my homework until the day of." Nick chuckles. You never realized that he worked at the museum, you point out, "Oh! Did I never mention? I'm the night guard." Nick said, pulling on his guard uniform jacket he had previously slung over his shoulder, "Hey, I know the museum is closing soon, but why don't you stay for my shift?" he offered.

You look at him puzzled. Is he even allowed to do that? Have friends stay with him at work past closing? At first you decline, insisting you have to get your paper done, and don't want to cause any trouble or get in the way of him doing his job.

"No, really, it's cool! Plus, with Ahkmenrah back, I promise this'll be the best night ever!" Nick exclaimed.

What an odd thing to say. What would make a night at the museum, the "best night ever"? And what did Ahkmenrah being back on display have anything to do with it?

A part of you wants to decline a final time. You really just want to finish your paper, but once it was done...what? You would post your photos go to bed, stay up all night scrolling endlessly through video reels...

Okay, you decide to accept his offer.

"Great! Trust me, you DON'T want to miss this!" Nick insisted, "Im just gonna grab my coffee and get clocked in, but meet me at the info desk after they lock up the café."

Nick puts in his coffee order and heads back out into the Museum lobby, and towards a back door...to the office maybe?

You find a good stopping point with your paper just as the barista kindly tells you that theyre closing up. You gather your things and head toward the information desk like Nick instructed. You look over your shoulder as the barista turns off the café lights, slides the plexiglass panel across the café doorway, locks it and heads out the front revolving door of the now nearly empty museum.

"Hey again." Nick greets, sitting behind the desk, "Come on around, you can sit down," the night guard offers. You walk behind the round desk and sit in a rolling desk chair besdie him, "How's the midterm coming along?" he asks.

"Close to finished." You tell him. Just need to write a few more paragraphs to meet that 5 page minimum, edit, format, and organize the bibliography page.

"Well, sundown is still a little ways off, you can work on your paper here at the desk if you want while I go take care of some stuff real quick." Nick said getting up and cooly twirling his keyring around his finger. You take out your laptop and resume your work as Nick leaves you to start his lock up duties.

You just start editting when the last of the museum visitors leave and Nick locks the door behind them.

"[Your name]! Save that paper, you're not gonna want to miss this!" Nick exclaims. You barely get a chance to save when he pulls you up and races you up the stairs to the Egyptian wing, "Check this out!"

"Ahkmenrah's tablet? What about it?" You ask.

"Just wait, just wait!" Nick smiled. We waited in silence for another minute, "Wait for it...wait...for it..." Nick whispered. Nothing.

"Is something supposed to-"

Suddenly, a tremendous glow eminated from the tablet. The heiroglyphs etched on the tablet's surface lit up magnificently. You stare in amazement and wonder...

'What in the actual f-'

"Ahkmenrah's tablet brings everything, the exhibits, the animals, EVERYTHING to life at night." Nick explained. The lid of Ahkmenrah's sarcophagus began to slide open. Your eyes widen. Nick gives you a reassuring smile, but you've already taken off into a run to grab your things and bail!

Mummies, taxidermy, dinosaur skeletons all coming to life?! Absolutely not! That didn't sound like "the greatest night ever", that sounded like nothing short of a living nightmare!

You run down the stairs as Nick calls after you as you already begin to hear a cacophany of loud animal sounds, a clamoring of voices echoing throughout the halls. You race to the desk and grab your bag, but you look up as your path is blocked by a full T Rex skeleton. It's massive skull cocks its head looking you over a moment before letting out a roar. You scream, covering your head, but a horse whinny interrupts the massive monster.

"Bully!! Easy, Rexy!" A man shouts atop the horse and bringing the living fossil at bay, "Are you alright, my friend?" The man, you instantly recognize as Teddy Roosevelt asks. He dismounts his horse and helps you to your feet, "Your reaction to our cretacious comrade is an acceptable one, but I assure you, despite the massive size, and that ferocious set of long razor sharp, flesh tearing teeth...he's quite harmless. His bark is worse worse than his bite." Teddy smiles, though the smile drops, "Actually...I suppose that's not entirely true," he chuckles, "NONETHELESS, Rexy won't harm you."

Nick finally catches up as a remote control car zips past, attached to the back bumper at the end is a large bone.

"No need to fear, we have the beast under control!" A voice from...INSIDE the toy car calls.

"We got this!" Another voice with a southern twang adds, again mysteriously from within the toy car.

"Hey, hey. You okay?" Nick asks you, "I know it's always a bit of a shock at first."

You look around as the lobby is now filled with living exhibits across an absolute rainbow of cultures and eras of history.

"Here, lemme introduce you to everybody!" Nick exclaims, "Hey guys!" He shouts getting everyone's attention, "This is [your name]! They're a friend from school, they're gonna be partying with us tonight!"

The exhibits cheered as music kicked on, and somewhere on the upper floor a disco ball was lowered with party lights.

You double blink thinking that you MUST be dreaming. Surely, you must have fallen asleep at you laptop in the café. You do one long blink thinking you'll wake up, but to your surprise, you weren't dreaming.

Nick takes you around introducing you to all sorts of famous historical figures, but one individual in particular coming down the stairs catches your attention.

A golden-tan young man, with a soft chisseled face, beautifully toned body adorned with glittering adornments looks towards you. His dark eyes locking onto your gaze, giving you a tender smile. His orange cloak reminiscant of the brilliant glow of a setting sun billows softly behind him with every step toward you, a massive middle kindgom gold crown rests above his brow.

Before you are even introduced, you know who he is.

"Oh, [your name]," Nick says noticing the Egyptian Pharaoh approach, "this is the guy who makes everything tonight possible, Pharaoh Ahkmenrah, Ahk, this is [your name]."

"It is an honor to have you join us this evening." Ahkmenrah says with a dazzling smile. He's easily the most handsome man you've ever seen. You had always tried to imagine what Ahkmenrah may have looked like, but never could you have imagined he would be so attractive.

Your previous fears and anxiety about the museum pieces spontaneously coming to life ease, as you are introduced to Nick's other friends, Attila the Hun, Sacagawea, and of course...a mischievous capuchin monkey clamors up onto Nick's shoulder with a big toothy grin.

"And of course our biggest celebrity here at the museum," Nick introduces, "this is Dexter."

The little monkey gives a chittering noise as if saying "Hello", his head turning over this way and that in fascination of the new friend.

"Do keep an eye on that one." Ahkmenrah warns, "He'll try to take your shining possessions when you're not looking." he explains. You thank him for the heads up, "Come, dance with us." he smiles that charming pearly smile as he takes your hand, leading you to the middle of the dancing hoard in the lobby.

You two dance for a good, long time, occasionally sharing a laugh at each other's energized dance movements. Throughout the dancing, you look over his stunning form, the top of his tunic resting just at the tantalizing curves of his hip bones. Your eyes travel up admiring his lightly glistening abdomen. His muscle tone is enigmatically perfect. Not to hard cut, but his tone is defined clearly to trace over the dips and curves. His flawless skin seemed to give a naturally golden glow in the light.

His eyes catch yours and you quickly try to look away, not wanting him to know you were staring. He chuckles, dancing even closer to you. You know that he caught you eyeing him, but he says nothing as if he didnt.

After a few songs, you grow tired, "Care for a rest?" Ahkmenrah asks.

"Yeah, I could use a break." You say, Ahkmenrah walking with you away from the dance floor. You go to the drinking fountain to take a much needed drink.

"I entrust you are having a good time." Ahkmenrah says after you finish aking a drink. You enthusiastically tell him that you're having a great time, "I'm glad to hear it. I am too." he says brightly, "I couldn't help watching you dance. You have some great moves out there." he compliments. You thank him and say the same of him. He flashes another gentle grin.

There is a brief pause between you two before he speak again, "Would you...would you come with me a moment? I wish to speak to you more privately." the pharaoh requests. You agree and follow him down a corridor outside an administrative office, "Hardly anyone comes over here..." Ahkmenrah explains. You ask him what he vrought you there to talk about.

"Forgive me, if this is too bold of me to say so, but..." he begins as he carefully takes your hand, "You are like nothing I have ever seen, in the most...spectacular way. I adore your smile, your eyes..." Your cheeks warm as your shining eyes gaze back into his, "Everything about you, beautiful beyond compare." he confessed. You are rendered speechless as he pours out his heart to you, "Too bold?" he asked. You shake your head.

"No...not at all." You reassure him. You confess your attraction to him as well, though not nearly as eloquent as he had professed. The twinkle in his eyes and those tempting full smiling lips are sign enough that your words set his heart further aflame.

You look at his soft parted lips, his top full lip portruding ever so slightly as you move in closer, eyes fluttering softly closed.

He gently rests his hand on the side of your face as your lips meet tenderly. You take a breath, taking in his scent. His musky smell held traces of frankincense and another spice smell that you couldnt quite place, yet it was so familiar. He smelled warm and safe. Your lips part briefly before you hold each other ecen closer and your lips reunite once more.

The kissing continues, progressively more passioned, as his tongue gently brushes yours, lips still pressed against one another. Soft moans escape the two of you interchangably as he holds you tighter.

Your hands journey over his shoulders and rest on the back of his neck, as his own hands slide down your back securing you close to him. You feel yourself growing warm, desiring him more as he kisses you deeply, his tongue meeting yours and tracing your bottom lip.

He suddenly turns your embrace, so your back is to the wall as he moves to plant kisses on your neck. Your hand lightly grips at the back of his neck. One of your hands moves to his lower back. You can feel his smile on your skin before he moves his own hand down past your behind and caresses up your outer thigh. You body gives an involuntary shiver as he gives your thigh a firm, but gentle squeeze, before he rests his hand between your legs over the fabric of your pants.

You grow immediately self conscious as you know you've already grown so excited by his touch. No doubt his hand has discovered your desire for more of his touch. You feel his mouth turn to a smile again, but he says nothing as he caresses you further.

You breath grows harder and faster as his hand pleasures you. You arch into his touch, moaning softly. You can feel his own growing desire from under his tunic against you. His hand expertly stroking you, he continues to kiss and lightly bite at your neck.

The pharaoh unfastens the button of your pants and pauses, resting his hand on you hip. He leans into your ear.

"May I?" he whispers alluringly.

*Shake your head, you're not ready for that just yet

**You nod, craving his touch against you

*Ahkmenrah gives a nod understanding and kisses your cheek, before your lips meet his once more. His hands rest on you body above the belt. (skip ahead to the next single * )

**Ahkmenrah smiles coyly, carefully sliding his hand under the waistband of your pants and beneath your underwear, making you softly moan more. Your pants begin to slide down more from the pharaoh's hand movements.

Just as you could feel yourself getting closer to climaxing, the pharaoh remarkably removes his crown from his head and rests it on a nearby bench. He lowers himself to his knees before you, pulling down the waistband of your pants and underwear, exposing you.

His eyes meet yours with a knowing grin. You give him a little nod which is all he needs before the pharaoh further pleasures you with his perfect mouth and slick tongue. The pleasure sends a shudder throughout your body and you nearly collapse onto him, but with his strong hand on your pelvis and his other on your outer thigh, he's keeping you up.

You tilt your head back in ecstacy, placing your own hand over your mouth so as not to cry out each time Ahkenrah's tongue brushes a sensitive spot. Your other hand tangles in his short dark curls, keeping him on you and controlling the pace.

It isn't long before your breath hitches, and your release builds up inside you. Finally, you let out a muffled gasp and moan of relief, legs trembling. The pharaoh takes long licks of your release, sending more waves of pleasure through your core.

He stands, kissing you hard.

You never thought that a last minute school-related trip to the museum would have resulted in something like this!

The two of you smile, resting your foreheads against one another, catching your breath.

"That was incredible." you compliment.

"Not as incredible as you taste." he smoothly replies. You practically squeal, completely gagged, and your face grows bright red at his comment. He grins kissing you again.

* You could kiss him forever in that corridor if you could, but you're suddenly interrupted by a voice calling your name.

Ahkmenrah rushes to put on his crown as you frantically straighten yourself up.

"[Your name]!" The voice calls again. Nick comes around the corner carrying your bag, "Dexter got a hold of your stuff! We managed to get it back, but you may want to check to make sure he didnt screw up your phone." Nick explains.

"Oh, thanks," You say taking your things from him. He looks oddly between you and Ahkmenrah, noticing something off.

"You guys okay? You disappeared for awhile, I wasn't sure where you went."

"Sorry, Nick, I'm afraid that's my fault. I offered to give them a private tour, and we got a bit caught up in...chatting." the pharaoh explains, looking to you for back up. You nod agreeing with his story. It wasn't entirely a lie.

"Oh, okay, that's cool. Just, again, I would check through your phone, make sure Dexter didn't mess up or delete anything." Nick advises, "You guys still gonna walk around or...see ya in the lobby in a bit?"

"Yeah, we'll be out there soon, I'm just gonna check my phone real quick.

"Okay, see ya then! Don't be too long!" Nick says as he leaves you and Ahkmenrah alone. In a slight panic you open your phone and check through your apps and photos. There were some pics you hadnt published yet. You swipe through your folders and everything looks alright so far.

"One moment." Ahkmenrah comments as he reaches over your shoulder, swiping back to your selfie with his sarcophagus, "That's not a flattering picture...I had my eyes closed." he jokes. He chuckles with you, "Let's take a proper one." he requests as you open the camera app. You both smile and snap a picture, "As they say, one more for safety?" Ahkmenrah suggests. As you snap the picture, his kisses your cheek.

"Be sure to tag me if you post that later."

You're not sure if he's joking or not, but you give him another quick kiss for good measure.

"I think I'm gonna stop by the bathroom and get cleaned up really quick," You mention. Ahkmenrah nods.

"That's...probably a good idea. I should really do the same."

You head in your respective bathrooms and get cleaned up before going back to the lobby to play and dance the rest of the night away...until Nick gives the fifteen minute sunrise warning and you suddenly remember your neglected paper.

"It's okay, we finished it for you." Nick reassures, "After what happened with Dexter, we editted your paper and completed the cited source page. Figured it was the LEAST that we could do." You quickly look the paper over and with a hour to spare, you submit the file for grading.

You thank the group, not only for helping you finish your mid term, but for letting you join on something so magical for the night.

"The pleasure was all ours, my friend. You are always welcome to visit day...or night." Teddy winks with a warm smile beneath his bushy mustache.

"You will...return, I hope." Ahkmenrah added taking your hand, "As the 33rd president has said...you are always welcome here." his eyes practically pleading, hoping you would come back one day. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

After THAT night, how could you not?

The exhibit pieces, sleepily bid you farewell, returning to their designated places, ready to freeze for the day. Nick gathers his own things.

"Ready to go? The first shift guard will be clocking in soon so we can get out of here." He asks. As you throw your own bag over your shoulder, you don't feel ready to leave just yet.

"I forgot something." You say as you rush up the stairs to the Egyptian wing. Ahkmenrah was just about to lay down and slide his sarcophagus shut when you rush in.

"[Your name], it is almost sunrise, you must-" you take his face in your faces and cut off with one last kiss. He leans in, touching the side of your face.

"I promise, I'll come back." You assure him.

"You know where I'll be..." he says, laying down and slowly shutting the lid, keeping eye contact, looking over every detail of your face until the lid was completely closed for his daytime rest.

"Sleep well..." you say as you head back to meet Nick in the lobby so you can leave.

As you make your way down the steps, you open your phone and pull open a handful of the pictures from the night, chaotic photos and selfies taken by the exhibts, the selfies of you and Ahkmenrah, you prep a new post, tagging your new friends that surprisingly have social media handles with the caption,

"Thanks for the best night ever ❤️"

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