- you sitting beside his sarcophagus, waiting for him to awake from his slumber
- “good morning, ahky..”
- “good evening, my princess”
- him taking off his golden headpiece, placing it on top of your head, helping you balance to the weight of it
- listening to the stories he’s experienced in ancient egypt
- “what happens if i see you next and you’re gone?”
- “i swear to the name in ra, i will never leave you.”
- you begging to know actual age
- him retelling the story of how you met, you thinking he was an actor at the night exhibits
- “goodnight, ahkmenrah..”
- “good morning, y/n..”
It was a chill night at the museum and everyone was doing there own thing. A soccer match was taking place, Larry and Nick were playing fetch with Rexy and you decided to show Jed and Octavius the ins and outs of facebook with your profile as an example.
“So if you click here on photos you can ‘creep’ through pictures people have taken over the years.”
“this term creep, does not signify that I myself am a creep does it?” Octavius asked whole heartily.
You couldn’t help but giggle with how concerned he was. “No oct, doesn’t mean you are an actual creep.”
You decided to show them some pictures of your profile since they asked. A picture of you in a bikini popped up.
“woah woah woah, that’s you!” Jed said surprised.
You blushed a little nodding.
“wooo wee Ahky, you’ve got yourself one mighty fine babe!” Jed called as you noticed Ahkmenrah walking towards you three to stand behind the computer.
“tell me something I don’t know.” He smirked coming up behind you to plant a kiss on your cheek. You giggled turning away from him but immediately turned back to look into his soft eyes.
‘‘I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king, ruler of the land of my fathers.’‘
You blinked in surprise as you tried to progress what just happened. Not only had you almost been killed by two gigantic jackhals in the Egyptian exhibit, but now it seemed the Pharao himself turned out to be quit the looker.
‘‘Eh, I am Larry,’‘ Your father, Larry, introduced himself to the young Pharao. ‘‘Son of eh…Milton. And this is my son, Nick, and this here is my daughter, (Y/n). And we, eh, hail from Brooklyn. Or, well, I do. They come and stay with me on wednesdays and every other weekend. That was the custody, the agreement, that we had.’‘
You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes at your fathers introduction, but the Pharao did not seem to find it strange at all.
‘‘Larry, Nick, (Y/n). Guardians of Brooklyn. I am forever in your depth,’‘ Ahkmenrah told the three of you, as he locked eyes with you in special. You couldn’t help but blush when you saw his intense stare, as a small smile was tugging at his lips. With a swift motion for someone who had been biting dust for a long while, Ahkmenrah stepped forwards and took your hand in his own, before bringing it slowly to his lips.
‘‘It is a pleasure to meet you…’‘
You felt your cheeks heat up again as you tried to ignore the stares your father and brother were giving you.
What if a new attraction is added to the Egypt section, and it’s no other than Queen Nefertiti. (Or Queen Neferbitch, if you ask Ahk).
And then at her first night at the museum the first person she meets is Larry and she goes all heart eyes (You can tell Ahk is a jealous little brat).
She goes all seductive and is like ‘Lawrence Daley, Guardian of Brooklyn, would you mind give me a tour of your museum?’ and Larry, as the goodhearted but naive dude he his agrees gladly and Ahk is fuming.
Ahk grabs one of Larry’s arm, stares angrily at Nefertiti and is like ‘Keep your hands off MY guardian, your overrated harpy’ and Nefertiti glares right back, with an eyebrow arrogantly raised, and is like ‘Well, at least my name has gone down in history, unlike yours, your spoiled, whiny, mama’s boy.’
And Larry is seriously confused as the two rivals screams at each other and is just like ‘Guys, please, stop.’