#ahkmenrah x ofc

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Have you watched Mummy and Return of the Mummy? I am watching it right now and I thought about a crossover: If you had watched it could you please write something where fem!reader is daughter of O'Connel and is dating Ahkmenrah but she is hiding it from them and somehow they discovers and kind of freak out? Thank you for your attention, love your writing.

Ooo, what fun! So, we’re gonna add in an Alex as in Alexandria ;) And don’t bother with making sense of the timeline—just roll with a setting that allows this crossover.

Warnings: sex, but not super descriptive; also Rick carries his trademark shotgun and does threaten to use it

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Alexandria O’Connell’s moans echoed off the walls of King Ahkmenrah’s exhibit. Currently, the handsome pharaoh had Alex’s hands pinned above her head as her legs were wrapped around his waist. Alex’s back bumped into the hard granite of the hieroglyph covered walls each time Ahk slammed into her. Never had she imagined she could want another human, well, mostly human, so very much.

And if anyone had told Alexandria, who was usually a bit more proper like her mother, that she would be moaning like an animal in heat for a reanimated mummy, she would have averted her eyes, her cheeks coloring with embarrassment, as she said, “Absolutely not.”

Except that six months ago, Alex had attended her first After-Dark event at the American Museum of Natural History. Her friends thought she would love it, considering she was the most studious out of all the history majors at NYU.

At first, Alex wanted to follow in her mother’s footsteps and attend Oxford, but by the time she was 18, she was ready to get out of her parents’ house and out from under the shadow of being an O’Connell.

Alexandria’s parents only wanted their daughter to be happy, and while Rick and Evelyn weren’t particularly thrilled by the distance, they both knew that New York City was an exciting place filled with opportunity.

Now, Alex was a senior and she had been a dutiful undergrad; at the completion of her junior year, she still had straight-As and was at the top of her class. However, her dedication to her studies did come at an expense. While Alex had dated a few guys over the years, nothing serious ever really developed. Alex never felt that thing, that undeniable attraction that sparks between two people and draws them into one another.

Until a fateful night at the museum when Alexandria and her friends were placed in a very attractive docent’s tour group. Alexandria couldn’t believe just how Egyptian their guide really was. While Alex didn’t share the same singular passion for Egypt as her mother, she had been around enough books and had heard enough of her parents’ stories to know when she was looking the real thing in the face—and there was something about this “Ahkmenrah” that was far from ordinary.

So, claiming her phone full out of her pocket, Alex dashed back into the museum as it was closing, shouting to her friends not to wait because she’d see herself home.

Of all people, Alexandria O’Connell certainly knew how museums worked, so she discreetly made her way back to the Egyptian wing, and hid herself in between the walls of Ahkmenrah’s exhibit, waiting and watching.

Alexandria watched from the shadows as the handsome docent walked toward the sarcophagus of the famed King Ahkmenrah. He took off part of his costume, laying the crown and the cape inside the golden coffin like it belonged to him. Alex’s brows furrowed as she tried to puzzle out how this was possible. And when the docent spoke in ancient Egyptian and the giant, obsidian Anubis statues bent to listen, she gasped.

All three of them turned their heads to look in her direction, the statues immediately moving to point their spears in her face.

On the docent’s command, the statues backed away.

“You are not supposed to be here,” the docent said with a smile, seemingly not at all bothered she was there.

“I—uh, I knew something was … different about you.”

The docent was quiet for a moment before straightening his shoulders and pronouncing, “I am Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King, and the museum’s exhibits are brought to life at night by the magic of my golden tablet.”

“I knew it!” exclaimed Alexandria, pumping her fist into the air.

Ahkmenrah looked taken aback. Clearly, he had never gotten thatreaction upon revealing his identity and his source of power before.

For the rest of the night, and when Alexandria returned the following night, Ahk explained who he was and how he came to be at the museum in New York City. Over the next few weeks, Alex returned, a palpable attraction growing between the two of them. Often, Alex thought about what her parents would say, but Ahkmenrah was nothing like the mummies her parents had discovered, and honestly, she thought her mother’s books and her father’s stories were a bit exaggerated.

And what harm was she really doing? Her parents were in England. She was in America. As a grown woman, she could carry on with Ahkmenrah in whatever manner she liked.

And carry on she would.

Alexandria looked into the blue-green of Ahkmenrah’s eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of attraction she saw within them.

“Alexandria,” Ahk breathed, slowing his pace so he could kiss her.

“Ahkmen—”

“WHERE IS SHE?”

Alex’s legs tightened around Ahkmenrah’s waist as both of them froze. She knew that yell, oh god did she know that yell.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, that’s my dad! Put me down,” Alexandria panicked as she wriggled from Ahkmenrah’s grasp.

Ahk, looking completely horrified, followed Alex’s lead and tucked himself back into his shendyt as Alex pulled her skirt down. Just as they were smoothing their hair and making final adjustments to their clothing, Rick and Evelyn O’Connell comically skidded into Ahkmenrah’s exhibit followed by Larry, Teddy, Atilla and a few of the other exhibits.

However, what was not so comic was the fact that Rick O’Connell, mummy hunter extraordinaire, was clearly angry and wielding a shotgun and a sword. Evelyn O’Connell, although still looking concerned, was more composed than her husband, her arm on Rick’s forearm to keep him from taking aim with the gun.

“Alex!” he said loudly, although her name was followed by a sigh of relief.

“Mom, Dad—what, and I mean it when I say, what the hellare you doing here?”

“Now, Alexandria, there’s no need to—”

“Yeah, there is, Mom!”

“Don’t take that tone with your—YOU!” Rick scolded before he caught sight of Ahkmenrah who had certainly figured out who Rick and Evelyn were and was standing a bit behind Alexandria as she dealt with her angry parents.

“Get your undead monster hands off my daughter,” Rick said as he shook off Evie’s hand and replaced his sword in its scabbard in order to take aim with his gun.

“DAD!” Alexandria yelled as she ran between Ahkmenrah and her father, although there was no need because at that moment, Ahk’s guards were already moving from their place in the exhibit to protect their king.

Rick took a step back, his mouth falling open at the size of the statues. Evie took that moment of hesitation as the time to run forward and join her daughter.

“Darling,” she said to Rick as she eyed the statues nervously. “Perhaps we ought to try another approach?”

Rick frowned, but he listened to his wife, lowering his shotgun.

Ahkmenrah spoke from behind his guards and they retreated to either side of him, kneeling. Ahkmenrah certainly wasn’t dumb enough to dismiss them just yet.

“Jesus, Dad,” Alexandria said, fixing him a scowl before turning to run into Ahk’s arms to ask him if he was alright.

Rick’s mouth once again dropped open as Evelyn took a few steps backward to rejoin her husband.

Alexandria took Ahk by the hand and pulled him forward.

“Mom, Dad,” she began. “There’s someone I’d like to meet.”

“Oh no, no, no, no,” Rick pleaded, his face crestfallen.

Evie nudged him in the ribs and smiled, tensely, but a smile nonetheless, as she waited for her daughter to continue.

“This is Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King of the 11thDynasty, Egyptian Middle Kingdom and … my boyfriend.”

Tiny, strangled sobs could be heard emitting from Rick as he sank to the floor. Evelyn, however, moved forward and extended her hand. Ahkmenrah gave her a shy smile and shook her hand, stating that it was pleasure to meet the famed Egyptologist Alexandria had told him so much about.

“Oh? So, my daughter really is proud of me. It’s always lovely to hear that from a thirdparty,” Evie said.

“Mooom,” Alexandria groaned.

“And this,” Evie said, pointing to her mess of a husband, “is Alexandria’s father, Rick O’Connell. Normally, he’s not so, well, like that, but this circumstance has taken us both by a bit of surprise.”

“Nightmare, Evelyn. This is a nightmare, not a circumstance,” Rick mumbled from the floor.

Evie continued to smile, her curiosity having already won her over.

“You’ll have to excuse my forwardness, Ahkmenrah, but I am dying to know just how all of this has come about? Something about a tablet the nightguard explained?”

Ahkmenrah’s face lit up as he ushered Evelyn through his exhibit and to his tablet. Alexandria hung back and watched as her mother and her boyfriend walked away, heads bent in conversation.

She sighed as she walked over to her dad, who was now slumped on the floor, his head in his hands.

“I’ve got this, guys,” Alex said to the others and Larry as they turned and headed back downstairs.

Alexandria settled on the floor next to her dad and took his hand, pulling it into her lap and patting it reassuringly.

“Why, Alex? Why? Didn’t we do a good job? Didn’t we teach you not to fraternize with the evil undead?”

“He’s not like the mummies you and mom fought all those years ago. He’s good, Dad. Really, really good.”

“He’s not human, Alexandria!” Rick said, looking over at his daughter, his eyes filled with concern.

“Of course he is! Didn’t you and mom also teach me to never, ever judge a book by its cover? To look inside to find someone’s true worth?”

“That does sound like something your mother would say,” Rick acquiesced.

Alex smiled, knowing full well her father was a wonderful man who just, on occasion, acted impulsively because he was so protective of those he loved. But given what Rick and Evelyn O’Connell had been through in their life, it wasn’t a surprise they wanted something more on the normal side for their children.

“Ahkmenrah makes me happy, Dad. I would’ve liked for you and mom to have met him under a more relaxed circumstance, but I should’ve seen this coming. Your spider-sense must have been tingling.”

Rick smiled and squeezed his daughter’s hand.

“You sure this is what you want, Allie? Really, really sure?”

“I love him.”

Rick sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“Alright. Let’s go before your mother gets her hands on that tablet and awakens some centuries’ old curse,” Rick said as he stood and pulled his daughter up along with him.

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“Leave the gun and the sword, please.”

Rick hesitated for a moment before relenting under his daughter’s strong gaze.

As he set his weapons down, he looked longingly at them before following Alexandria into Ahkmenrah’s exhibit.

And as Rick O’Connell met yet another mummy, he thought with exasperation, Daughters. Almost as bad as mummies.

[poptod]

I have an Ahkmenrah x reader request! The reader usually goes to the museum at night to see Ahk and the rest but this one night they can’t because they have to go with their horrible parents for a dinner or something but Larry calls them telling them that Ahk’s sarcophagus lid is stick and he doesn’t know what to do and ofc Ahk is freaking out and having flashbacks to when no one would open it for him so the reader quickly leaves their parents and runs over to the museum, and the readers trying to comfort him until eventually someone figures out how to open it without breaking his sarcophagus and then the reader spends the rest of the night trying to comfort him bc he’s a lil scared of going back in now but they figure something out. Thank you if you decide to write this! I’m in an Ahkmenrah brainrot (again).

Notes: welcome to the brainrot. i have a few other fics im working on so this may seem a little short but i hope you like it anyway! WC: 993

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"Listen to me, you'll be alright," you said, your panicked tone betraying you.

You managed to sneak away from your parents with the common excuse of bathroom time, and you were now hurriedly and quietly calling Larry's phone. He held it up to the tiny crack between the sarcophagus and its' lid. You prayed it was enough for Ahk to hear you.

"I'm so sorry," you continued in a shaky voice. "I'll be there as soon as I can, alright?"

"Fuck," you heard on the other end of the line, weak and high-pitched. "Hurry. Please."

Larry's voice was the one you heard next.

"I tried to get Attila to open it but he tried smashing it with an axe. I think he's gonna try again if you don't get here," he said.

"Fuck, okay." you groaned, rubbing your face. "I don't know what to tell my parents."

"Just say it's your job, they need you."

"I work at a fucking coffee shop, Larry, they won't need me at 11 at night."

"I don't know! Tell them your friend's committing suicide, I don't know. Just get here, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm.. if I leave now it'll be about fifteen minutes, I'm not too far."

"Okay. See you soon."

"Alright."

You hung up and stuffed your phone back in your pocket. Before you left the bathroom you flushed the toilet, just in case, and only then returned to your parents, who still sat at the table.

You blurted out a quick excuse, not even bothering to sit back down. Whatever guilt you might've carried for blowing them off was disintegrated by their stiff and stern expressions; they didn't want you here anyway. They were just traditional, and believed it was important to interact in their child's life. Otherwise they didn't enjoy your company.

It was all a blur––grabbing your jacket, running down the apartment building's stairs, rushing to the subway, dashing from the station to the museum's front doors. Your whole body shook as you ran up the many stairs. Sacagawea waited for you at the door, and opened it when you arrived panting heavily.

"Larry is upstairs, with the Pharaoh," she said quietly, following you as you speed-walked across the room.

"No luck yet with the sarcophagus?" You asked, your eyes locked forward.

"No, I don't think so. Attila and Teddy are with them, though."

You ran up yet another flight of stairs, and after speeding through the entrance chamber guarded by the Anubis statues, you found them waiting around the sarcophagus, whose lid was still shut tight.

"Thank God," Larry breathed out, his shoulders releasing the tension within them. "Attila is – literally so close to breaking this thing."

"Fuck's sake," you groaned.

You knelt down beside the coffin, pushing aside the boundary markers set in place for the public.

"Ahk?" You asked, pressing your hand to the golden markings. "Ahk, I'm here."

"(Y/N)," he said, and pounded against the lid that rattled against its lock. "Gods, there's something wrong."

You could hear him stifling his tears, these quiet sobs he didn't want to show.

"I'm right here. Don't worry," you said softly, nearly pressing your lips to the space beneath the lid.

Despite your day job being a barista in a coffee shop, you studied Egyptology in university, earning a bachelor's in archaeology centered around Egypt and specifically the language. Your own studies continued even after you stopped going to school, ranging from the architecture of palaces to the religious interactions between Sumer, Babylonia, and Egypt.

"Alright," you muttered to yourself. "Looks like the lock has seized up. Not surprising… was the, uh, humidity of this room changed?"

Larry, Teddy, and Sacagawea stared at you blankly.

"… never-mind. There should be a key somewhere but I doubt it'll actually work at this point," you sighed. "Anyone have a hammer or something?"

Those gathered turned to Attila. He had no way of knowing what you asked, but he got the point, and handed you a large, scythian battle axe.

Using the blunt end of the weapon, you pounded against the rusted and swollen lock, abusing it till the lock snapped and broke, falling to the ground with a clatter. Instantly you and Larry were pushing at the sarcophagus lid, forcing it aside with a puff of dust. Ahkmenrah attempted to help by scratching at it till it let open the light, and he sat up abruptly, gasping for fresh air.

"Ahk!" You cried, though the instant you did you were cut off by the air in your lungs being abruptly forced out.

Ahk's arms were around you, squeezing you so tight it cut your breath off. It didn't bother you too terribly, as long as he let you breathe in another minute, so you wrapped your arms back around him and tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Oh Gods, that was the worst," he groaned, shifting so he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "I never want to go in there again."

"I know, I know," you murmured. "You won't have to for a while."

"No." He shook his head. "Never again."

You sighed as he melted into you, both of you falling to your knees in your embrace.

"We could wrap you up in a bag and keep you in the archives downstairs for the day," you suggested, still combing his hair. "If that makes you feel better."

"Yes, please."

"Okay," you whispered, and kissed his temple.

For the rest of the evening, you held him in your arms, kissing his fingers and his head whenever you felt he needed it. Each time he hummed contentedly, and hid himself further in your touch. He breathed in deeply, intaking your scent, before melting into you.

In the morning, you wrapped him up in an easily-escapable bag, and held his hand through the linen till the sun rose. No one would notice if the sarcophagus didn't have its' mummy.

[mezzomercury]

Y’all I just got an amazing idea for an Ahkmenrah x OFC or Reader fic and let us pray that I go through with it.

[poptod]

Hiya, can u do a ahkmenrah x reader request where the reader is ill and ahk is ofc panicking but trying his hardest to help you, thank u <33 n can it be at the museum

notes: thanks for requesting! ive done similar stuff so i decided to change it up a little, still follows the prompt tho. hope you like it!

warnings: cancer. WC: 1.3k

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You hadn't spoken since the news. Voices of doctors and relatives faded out as your vision zeroed onto nothing, willing yourself into an abyss of silence. There were options, of course––they said something about chemical treatments, healing mushrooms to help you along, CBD oil and lotion to soothe the soon-to-come, overbearing pain. And, of course, the reminder that new treatments were coming out every day.

Archivers in museums didn't get paid much; that meant that, unfortunately, you couldn't really afford much more than basic, more dangerous treatments. A pit inside you whispered it was pointless, that death was closer than you thought. Still, you returned to your place of work in the evening, your feet dragging along the floor as you stared blankly forward, automatically unlocking and locking the door without thinking.

Moving like sludge through muscle memory.

You stood in the middle of the room, crowded by people––exhibits, at least––who didn't know your ailment, or the words of the doctor that still rung in your ears…

"Stage 4," he'd said, but you didn't hear the words surrounding that piece of information. Actually, the ongoings of yesterday were lost to you, absorbed by only a few words and blank stares.

"(Y/N)?"

The darkness on the edge of your eyes began to fade.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

Ahk was standing in front of you, his hand on our shoulder as he attempted to meet your wandering eye.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm okay," you mumbled, unable to look at his face.

Despite your words, it was clear to anyone who saw you that you were not in fact alright, and Ahk frowned, wishing you would speak the truth.

"Let's go somewhere quieter," he suggested, and led you up the stairs to the marine exhibits.

Dark blue light rippled around you, the sound of bubbles and swishing water the only accompaniment to your quiet walk. Ahkmenrah stood as always at your side, matching your crawling pace, and pausing with you to stare at the massive tanks.

Still, you didn't speak, and Ahk was forced to coerce you into giving up whatever was bothering you.

"What happened?" He asked, standing in front of you to keep you from walking. You had your arms crossed, and your shoulders pulled up tightly.

"I went to the doctors," you said with clear discomfort.

Ahk nodded––you told him what a doctor was a few months ago by now.

"It's cancer," you said as you sucked in a sharp breath, nodding shakily. "I don't expect you to know what it is, but.. it isn't good."

"You'll be alright though, won't you?" He asked, his brow knotted tight. "You people have so many different medicines than we ever had access to."

"We don't have all the answers," you said softly.

"Then... what will you do?"

He stepped closer to you, sharing his warmth with your dull, ashen skin. But his question––despite its relevance––left you spinning, staring out past his shoulder as your expression fell into further disrepair.

"... nothing," you finally breathed out.

Answers and possible outcomes were swirling around your waking and sleeping consciousness for hours on end, without pause or rest. The price of treatment, the methods, and how you would continue to live after chemotherapy, if you even lived at all. You could kill yourself slowly in two different ways––by cancer and by chemotherapy, or you could die a more natural death with sickness like black ink stretching over your organs just as a spider weaves massive webs.

"Nothing??" He hissed. "You can't do nothing, have you lost your mind?!"

"I can't really afford the treatment, Ahk," you whispered, as tears who had been building for hours finally fell over flushed cheeks. "And if I do get it, I'm never going to be the same after. And that's if I live. Even if I get it, the doctor said it's not likely it'll help in time."

His hands pulled your face in, the bottom of his palms on your jaw and his fingers stretching out behind your neck to pull you in.

"I can't let you die," he said, his voice breaking.

You stared at him with weary eyes, dragged down by the dark circles beneath them. There was little else you could think to say to him, so you leant forward on shaky toes, and pecked his forehead in a kiss that was barely ever there.

"I'll think about it," you mumbled, and left.

For weeks you kept coming to work faithfully, only calling in sick when the chemotherapy side-effects left you bruised and exhausted. Your hair was already falling out, but Ahk insisted he didn't mind, and you believed him––in ancient Egypt, it was customary to shave your head for religions undertakings.

Each evening when you entered the museum, Ahk would come greet you and take you to the pillows and blankets he piled up in the marine exhibits, allowing you the comfort of soft light and whale calls while he prepared a tea for you. He wouldn't tell you what it was, but you could tell it was some sort of ground root you assumed was a healing tactic from ancient Egypt. While you were sipping at the warm concoction, he massaged the aching muscles, and applied an ointment Larry had gotten for his arthritis.

Sometimes he would tell you stories––only if you asked, of course, but you enjoyed the gentle rumble of the Pharaoh's voice, and the magic happenings within his tales. Rueful Gods and Goddesses littered the stories, within vivid imagery he piece together in your failing mind.

"Ahk," you murmured on one of those harder days that, for some reason (Ahk), you returned to the museum.

He stopped mid-story, turning expectantly to you. You raised your arms to him.

"Come here," you said, and he obeyed, gingerly sliding himself down next to you in the makeshift bed.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his nose brushing yours.

"No," you chuckled with a weak smile.

You fell asleep within a minute, passing out in Ahkmenrah's embrace holding you tight to his chest. When your breathing settled into a slower in and out, tears welled in his eyes, falling upon your shared pillow as his shoulders began to shake. His thumb gently rubbed your cheek, relishing in little touches and gestures.

Memorizing. Just in case.

He took care of you, as much as he could within his own death, and continued to warm your tea, make sure you were eating, and comfort you with various medicines and stories. Curled up in the blanket nest, you did your best to smile whenever you met his eye.

And then one day, you didn't come to the museum. Ahk caught McPhee saying something to Larry; something about you, and something along the lines of 'they didn't call in sick'. Larry took a visibly deep breath, speaking in hushed tones Ahk couldn't hear from his distance.

You didn't come the next day, either, nor for the entirety of the week. In attempts to find answers Ahk grilled Larry for what had happened, but he didn't know, as you were an intensely private person who only gave their number to their employer.

But you never came again, and Ahk could feel himself slipping, the image of you in his head already blurry and unclear. He tried to remember your warmth, the softness of your skin, and your breath on his bare chest, and at times he could feel your weight still on him. It only made him yearn all the more, reaching and almost feeling something that no longer existed. Lain on his chest and too far to reach.

He learned that silence is an answer in the most hellish way possible.