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Ahkmenrah x reader
(based on the events after Night At A Museum 3)
After the tablet, and Ahkmenrah included, were left behind at the British museum, the New York museum became just like any other regular museum.
Still, lifeless. Just like how it was always supposed to be. Though that wasn't the only thing that was affected. Larry left his job as a nightguard to pursue other goals, and focus on his son. But you, as ridiculous as it was, refused to leave.
There wasn't even anything to guard anymore besides wax exhibits, yet you didn't have the heart to leave. So you remained a nightguard over lifeless exhibits, wishing almost every night that one magical day, everything would go back to the way it was.
That day didn't happen until three years later, when the tablet of Ahkmenrah had been brought back to the New York museum.
And just like it always was, everything became alive yet again.
You sit on a bench in the corner, watching the main room of the museum be a bustle of color and sound, all the exhibits alive and thriving yet again after three years of pure motionlessness, frozen in time.
You always thought that once the tablet returned, you would be happy.
But no, you aren't. And why? Because the one thing you wanted standing beside you most of all, was him... Ahkmenrah.
You had searched every exhibit, and even asked the British nightguard woman who helped bring the tablet to New York if Ahkmenrah was here, but she said no.
He had no reason to come back to New York. His new home, new life, is in the British Museum with his family. That's where he really belongs, you tell yourself over and over again, despite the sting of pain and betrayal in your chest.
It's almost unfair, how a caveman exhibit named Laa reunited with his British nightguard lover.
And yet you weren't reunited with your Pharaoh. It's how it should be, you say to yourself. It was never meant to be. How could it even actually work out? He's only ever brought to life due to that tablet, and even then, it's only at night.
You could never hold his hand in the sunlight. You could never have a life with him outside this museum. After all, he's a 4,000 year old mummy. It's insanity.
Yet here you are, knowing all these facts, and still finding yourself walking to the empty exhibit belonging to Ahkmenrah when he stayed here, and laying down beside his hollow sarcophagus, staring at the ceiling coated with engrained symbols.
Damn your foolish heart, you let your guard down, you fell for him truly madly deeply. And now look at you. You're a mess. You just can't get the memories out of your head...memories of late night chats with him, walking around the museum, learning about each other's culture, random dancing...it all haunts you.
You were forced to say goodbye, without even confessing your feelings to him.
And now you don't think you'll ever see him again.
At some point, you fall asleep, not even knowing how many hours of the night you've wasted slumbering. But at some point--whether it was dream or reality, you cannot say--you could have sworn you felt a gentle hand brushing down your hair, soft fingers grazing against the back of your neck, and a silky voice whispering in your ear.
"I'm home, darling..."
SHOULD I MAKE A PART TWO?❤️
