HIIII, could you do a part two of the "My Love" Ahkmenrah story?? I NEEEEDDDD a longer continuation of this story!!!!!
So I did actually make a part two, but I've been itching to make another part. I hope you enjoy this so so much! (Also, I am a big fan of your username😘)
Summary: Ahk and the wife have been living happily in the museum for about 3 months now. However, being stuck in a tomb will always have some lasting effects. Here's a link to Part 1 and Part 2 for any new folks.
Notes: Anything written in purple is Ancient Egyptain
Tags: Angst With Comfort, Character x Reader/OC, Female Pronouns, Third Person POV, Headcannons, No use of Y/N, Mention of Death, Allusion of Past Trauma, Continued Series, Writer Has Not Been Consistantly Writing.
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The museum always got a little rowdy. With so many different time periods clashing together, it was a wonder the place hadn’t burned down yet. Tonight the feat actually seemed obtainable. Larry Daley spent a good portion of the night chasing around the cavemen, trying to get his lighter back before they figured out how to make it work.
He was on his own in the pursuit, simply because Teddy insisted that Larry needed to do it on his own. Besides, it was found quite amusing to a specific pair of Egyptians.
The queen and king enjoyed traversing the hallways on a good night, but catching a glimpse of Larry sliding around a corner and nearly faceplanting just made the walks better. One slide in particular caused Ahkmenrah’s love to giggle hysterically.
“We should probably help.” She said carefully between laughs.
Ahk smiled, taking her hand in his again. “Maybe. But Larry is resourceful. I’m sure he’ll figure it out.”
It wasn’t even five minutes later that the two had heard Larry call down the hallway triumphantly. There he was, directly outside of the Egyptian exhibit, lighter in hand, while the caveman sulked. It took her a moment to realize that Larry had set a trap with a big pile of… well she wasn’t exactly sure. But it was everywhere.
“Ahk, what is that?” She pointed at the white globs that coated the floor, “It looks almost like seafoam.”
It seems that Larry lured the neanderthals with the fire extinguisher foam. Typically it’s used to put out fires, but this works too I suppose.” He explained, trying to cover his laugh. It appeared that the group could leave at any time, but she figured that Larry probably caught them off guard. It looked like they had been throwing it at each other.
As Larry shooed the cavemen away, he turned to face the royal egyptians. “Sorry about the mess, it should be cleaned up before you both have to turn in for the night.”
The pair shared a look before she spoke, “Sunrise is already approaching, do you have servants?”
While Larry said words that she did not know, Ahk gently corrected the ancient queen. “Servants are not much of a thing nowadays. Most people will just do it themselves.”
She nodded, albeit she was a little confused. While she had been semi aware of the passage of time, it was strange to see how much had actually changed.
By the time her attention refocused Larry had already disappeared, likely beginning to wind down the other exhibits. Carefully, the pair stepped around the foam, and entered their “home.”
They didn’t make small talk, they didn’t need to. Although they did have to bite back a laugh when the two laid eyes on one of the anubis guards. It appeared that it got a little too close to the neanderthals, as there was a hunk of foam sitting on the end of its snout.
Together, Ahk and his lovely lady, began to prepare themselves to lay down back in their cramped sarcophaguses. A while ago, they had decided to ditch their wraps altogether, so their nighttime routine was just a couple of kisses, and Ahkmenrah assuring his darling that Larry would have their coffins open before they would wake.
“Larry hasn’t missed a day yet.” He reassured, planting a kiss on her nose. “Our guardian has never forgotten me, and he won’t forget you.”
She gave a shaky breath, and gave Ahkmenrah a proper kiss. “You will jinx us one of these days.”
“Nonsense. Larry rescued me once before, and he cares for us. Just as much as Dexter, or Teddy.” Ahk replied, as he helped her get comfortable in her sarcophagus. “Besides, we are too loud to be forgotten for more than 5 minutes.”
A short laugh echoed through the exhibit, “I think that is just you. I have not had a reason to be loud. Not for at least 4,000 years.”
Neither of them thought about that night. She was loud because of Kahmunrah. Both of them knew that, but refused to dwell. So instead she leaned up, pecking Ahk again.
“Goodnight my precious king.”
“Goodnight my fair queen.”
There was a whirr of sounds, kids laughing, adults talking, and silence. Just like any other vague memory of the daytime. Although she could not make out Larry’s voice. Most of the time he would hum a tune while unlocking their golden tombs. But tonight neither of them could tune into it.
It was not long after that short absence, that the magic of the tablet briefly lit up the inside of the sarcophagus. For just a moment, she could watch her limbs strengthen, her bones begin to grow healthy flesh. The queen had to admit, it was cool.
Pressing her hands to the cool underside of the lid, her heart nearly stopped. It did not give way. The sarcophagus would not open. She tried again, pushing harder, but still there was no result.
“Larry?” She called out, her voice shaking. “Larry!!”
She heard someone respond. She swears she did. But her ears started ringing. Drowning out everything but her own thoughts. She hardly felt her hands curl into fists. The loud thumps oddly comforting, but not quelching the new found tightness in her chest. As hot, wet, tears began streaming down the sides of her face, the queen wondered for a moment if she’d drown in them. She didn’t entertain it for long, someone had begun to yell.
It felt like time was crawling by, and the air was so thick, she practically had to drink it. When all at once, her world went white.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the blinding light. But when they did, she was met with the face of her lover. Ahkmenrah’s hands hovered beside her face for a moment. He was practically bug eyed, his cheeks slightly damp.
Bolting upright, the two almost hit heads. But Ahk was quick to lean backwards, and place his hands on top of hers. Now hidden from view, the queen’s knuckles had turned white from how hard she was gripping the sides of the sarcophagus.
The sudden adjustment was a lot, but when Ahk leaned in, guiding her hand to feel his chest rise, the world began to move again. The ringing had begun to soften, while she began to settle.
Ahk was now sitting directly in front of her. She didn’t recall him climbing up into her space, but it steadied her more than expected. Softly, his voice pierced the silence she was swimming in.
“Darling, please. You have to breathe.”
The sharp, and shallow sounds of her breathing were now painfully clear to her. There was no benefit and it made her stomach uneasy to be practically the only sound in the room. To ease the constricting pain in her throat and lungs, she tried syncing her respiratory system with Ahkmenrah, forcing air down her windpipe.
Even though it was a struggle, eventually she got there, Ahk taming her panic. The couple sat in silence as a hot shame creeped up the back of her neck. She couldn’t believe she’d done that. It was so appalling to think that she, once a ruler of Egypt, had reacted so poorly to being confined in her own sarcophagus.
As the tips of her ears turned red, Ahk scooted closer. He pulled his wife into his arms. Pressing his lips to her cheek, as they began to rock back and forth. In the close proximity, it was easy to tell that Ahk had been crying too. Bringing her hand up gently, his lover wiped at the tear track, removing the leftover tears.
“Are you alright? I’m not crowding you, am I?”
“No, no. I’m okay. This is what I need.” She leaned back into Ahk. “I told you we’d jinx it.”
The dry attempt at humor broke away at some of the tension. A small huff of a laugh eased the two into more of this comfort. After a moment, Ahk responded delicately.
“He didn’t forget. Apparently, he fell asleep at the front desk. He woke up a few minutes before sundown. He was trying to lock up the lions when we woke up.”
She nodded in a less than satisfied understanding. Larry was good to them, but it was like he had poured ice water over her head. It was something that was bound to happen, but feeling the walls of the sarcophagus close in around her was… awful to say the least. Instead of allowing herself down that rabbit hole again, she sucked in a breath.
“Thank you for being here, Ahk.”
