opheliathedreamer:

Mummy x Reader

Summary: You’re the curator of a local museum and you often stay working well past dusk, cataloguing existing materials and arranging for new ones to be brought in. It might seem like a tedious job to others, but your love of history sustains you more than coffee ever could. However, when love poems and jewelry from the Egyptian exhibit keep appearing on your desk, your job gets that much more interesting. You realize that the mummified pharaoh isn’t as dead as previously believed.

You had been working at the local Museum of Natural History for about three months when it started happening. You’d be up late, authorizing the transfer of new artifacts or using the building’s free wi-fi in order to finish some research, and would leave the room for just a moment, only to come back and observe that items from Pharaoh Neferkha’s exhibit had made their way onto your desk. The first item was a golden necklace strung with beads made of lapis lazuli. You initially thought it was a janitor playing a prank. You set the necklace back in its display case and thought nothing of it.

Until it happened again. The second time someone placed an ivory jar of perfume next to your half-finished stack of paperwork. You picked it up gingerly and looked outside into the dimly lit hallway. No one was there. Even the janitors had left for the night.

You placed the jar back and surveyed the pharaoh’s burial chamber, hidden from the main exhibit room by a wall of painted hieroglyphs. Nothing was disturbed.

A few days passed and you had begun to relax, thinking that the prankster had gotten the hint that you wouldn’t be frightened so easily, before you received something new: a love poem etched onto a piece of pottery. Your brow furrowed as you deciphered the hieroglyphs.

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