AN. Hello there cuties! First of all, annual time in which I apologies for being so busy. I have so many books to read for college and things to study. But I have decided to spend this weekend preparing a little surprise for all of you. I hope you will enjoy it! Happy holidays everyone!
Short intro: A joyfull time the reader spends with everyone, especially her boyfriend, at the Museum of national history Fandom: Night at the museum, Rami Malek Rating: Suitable for all ages Word count: 1113 Pairing: Ahkmenrah x reader
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“But I was born way back, before this tradition even started.
Why are we doing this again –“
“And I was born over a thousand years after it started, let’s
just enjoy it. I know most people in this institution won’t understand what
Christmas is about, but that is okay. It’s winter, the happiest time of the
year, and it’s finally snowing outside. Let’s appreciate it.”
You tucked a stray of hair behind your ear and continued
decorating the biggest Christmas tree you have seen in a really long time. Your
boyfriend helped along by passing some of the ornaments out of the box. Most of
them didn’t match and were old as the museum itself but nobody cared, the joy
is what’s important.
Around seven months ago you started working in this Museum of
national history of New York, where you’ve met your really old boyfriend. The
relationship you two had was odd, but special. It started off with you
innocently helping him wrap the linen sheets around his body before he would go
to the state of the dead mummified body. Luckily you have worked with some of
the most understanding people in the World that accepted you two constantly
looking at each other and snuggling in blankets behind Ahkmenrah’s sarcophagus.
But this holiday was meant for every single person, animal and object in this
building. From the little tiny people such as Jed and Octavious to the strong
and brave ex president of United States Theodore.
“You are pretty much right. I mean all of you have respected
me screaming when each summer begins and begging you all to bring me food to
offer to the gods…” He said with a little chuckle before holding your waist
carefully and helping you come back down from the old wooden staircase. Though
it was already three am, everyone else that doesn’t live outside the museum
considered this night very young; it was time for everyone that understand
English to gather around in the main hall and patiently wait for Larry to turn
on the projector, so all of us can watch some festive films.
The young pharaoh and you settled in front of the
informational counter and snuggled up in two blankets. And not so long after
you had already felt yourself getting extremely sleepy. But no, this was one of
the rare nights to spend with your boyfriend because you had a really busy job
He noticed, extending the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your
waist to stroke your hair carefully. “I know you work hard and you do a lot
when Ra is up, so sleep, you know I don’t mind.” You shook your head stubbornly
before leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “I would really like to
stay awake. I want to spend so much time with you. Though we really have a
lifetime, we don’t have the time together.” With a sad response you cached
Ahk’s hand and laced your fingers with his.
For several hours later, without even noticing, you took a
nap. Thankfully in the winter time the sun comes up a lot later. Or as
Ahkmenrah says; Ra gets lazy when it’s cold. You had woken up in the back room
slash office of the museum, someone must have brought you here once the movies
finished. As you were able to hear some festive music coming from the hallways
you guessed everyone was still awake and celebrating – besides you. Once you’ve
stretched your arms high to realise the tension in your body, you stood up and
took the water bottle from your bag. As you sipped some of the cold liquid to
refresh your throat from the heating system in the building, you proceeded to
exit the room and enter the main hall.
You then saw your boyfriend at the DJ desk, trying to make
sense out of the old festive records all of the employees have gathered.
Thankfully Larry’s son Nick came to help out. God what would we do without that
rebellious disco boy.
“I know you wanted to spend a lot of time with us, but it does
get difficult to stay awake doesn’t it?” Your good friend Sacagawea patting
your shoulder and then giving you a really warm hug. “Well yeah it does get a
bit tough, I want to spend this holiday with everyone, and especially well you
know who. But – “ you finished with a low sigh. “Guessing not every Christmas
gets to be extremely special.”
“Hey sweetie, listen to me. Think of it this way, all of are
actually together, in the same room. Some people don’t even get to have that.
Let’s just enjoy this?”
She had a really good point. Isn’t that was Christmas is
about? The joy of giving, being grateful for having someone by your side. “When
I look at it that way.” You said and turned your head around to look at your
boyfriend. “I wouldn’t wish for anything more.” He noticed and waved at you.
Motioning you to join him up stair at the desk. So step by step you made your
way towards him, and finally hugging him once you made the final step.
“Have you rested well?” he asked placing his big arms around
your waist and placing a small chaste kiss on your forehead.
“I have rested well, it was nice. Though I must admit, I would
rather wake up by your side…”
“Now we can arrange that.” He said with a cheeky smile on his
face before sending you a wink. Which made Nick turn around so he wouldn’t face
us anymore. Looking at his dad down stairs and showing a disgusted face.
You giggled before placing your hand on his cheek, gently
caressing it. “I am so happy I get to spend this Christmas with you. And it’s
so silly it took me so long that everything I wanted this year, I already have.”
“Now let me just say… that without my people developing
calendars you wouldn’t know when to celebrate the birth of Christ so, I had
this under my sleeve long time ago.” This made you chuckle then hit his
shoulder playfully. “You cheeky man. Maybe that is true, all of the things that
had happened in the world, had brought us to this moment.”
“And if my knowledge of this holiday is correct. When someone
is under mistletoe they are supposed to kiss… there is one above us right
The pharaoh smiled once you nodded in response and placed a
soft kiss on your lips. Making others turn around and look at us since he had forgotten
to switch records.
NAME: Yuko Tenshi AGE: 21 YEAR: Junior MAJOR: Astrology ; minor in Acting/Theater WESTRIDGE OR EASTRIDGE: Westridge
Short Bio: Taken in by the wealthy Akemi Family after his parents died , it’s not hard to believe that someone as smart and composed as Yuko would get into Westridge. Despite being a part of the fancy , well classy group of students he doesn’t have that big of an attachment to studying and work. More , he just does it to get the experience rather than learn. Yet , even when he feels lazy , he’s still well educated and smart as that is a required trait he must commit to as someone a part of a wealthy family. In other words , he’s that very smart student in Westridge , but wants to be more free as the Eastridge. He doesn’t mind the other university , rather he actually wants to know more about them and get along with them.
Yuko at first took the entire gossips and murder lightly , but as tension grew , he knew that standing around and simply doing nothing won’t do any good for anyone. He desperately wishes to help , but sometimes he feels as if though he would be too weak to do anything at all. Carefree and happy-go-lucky as he is , he is far more self conscious than anyone may think.