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ofhamunaptras · 4 years ago

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a letter from your writer

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW ME

FAQ !

1. do you write smut? ⟶ yes.

2. do you write noncon? ⟶ yes, and i will tag it so. please do not give any hate. i understand absolutely if you can’t or don’t want to read that sort of thing, and therefore i provide a wide range of fics you can enjoy.

3. do you write angst/death? ⟶ absolutely.

4. what are your limits? ⟶ very few. naturally, pedophilia, incest (unrelated ancient egypt’s royal families of course), and such little things like that. feel free to ask to see what i do and don’t write.

5. do you tag things appropriately (i.e., smut, death, torture, etc.)? ⟶ ABSOLUTELY. this is HUGELY important so if i haven’t tagged something properly, please please let me know. i want to avoid triggering or making someone uncomfortable. this is so you can block tags on my blog to avoid seeing posts containing that sort of thing altogether.

now, a little word from kat:

1. yes, i am a blog focusing on the mummy, 1999-2001 and featuring ahment from the disaster of a film 2017 produced. i adore these movies (and ahmanet), and i am actually a student studying archaeology! evelyn is one of my heroes. that said, considering this is a niche fandom and as such not very used to many adult-focused fandom blogs, please understand that my fanfiction is adult only. if you are a minor, please unfollow me and stay away from my blog. it makes me uncomfortable if i know you are reading my works.

2. please keep in mind that many of these are dark and exceedingly angsty fics. i usually do not write fluffy fiction, and i do not write for the faint of heart. if reader deaths, torture, cheating, betrayals and overall pain make you uncomfortable, i advise you to click out now. the same goes for if you are uncomfortable with smut themes. many of my smut works featured might dabble in noncon themes. why would i write noncon for something as niche as the mummy? simply put, i adore the mummy and therefore i write about it. and my writing gets dark. however, i will always tag these fics. this said, i will not write adult work for alex o’connell even from TotDE. in part, because i refuse to acknowledge that film’s existence, and two because he’s introduced as a kid and aging him up (even if he’s ‘from’ TotDE) is gross. everyone else is pretty much fair game.

3. concerning the fics featuring noncon or dubcon, or even torture or anything like such, i do not condone these actions in real life.thinking i do by writing them implies that steven king condones satanism and demons and cannibalism, or that j.k. rowling condones genocides and murders, or that john flannagan condones tyrants, or that suzanne collins condones mass corruption of governments and children murdering children for sport. you get the point. if that is what you believe, then i suggest from now on you only ever read children’s books, because tween, teen, young adult and adult books will contain things their authors do not condone.

4. proceed with discretion. i tag everything as much as i can, and yes i will have some more friendly fics, but the majority of my writing is geared towards darker themes. and as always, if i have failed to properly tag something, please let me know kindly! and thank you for taking the time to read my works!

- katirena 💋✨

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ofhamunaptras · 4 years ago

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beyond death ☥ imhotep

title ⟶ beyond death

character ⟶ imhotep

w.c. ⟶ 1k<

warnings ⟶ none

THERE WAS NO TOMB MARKED HERE.

Of that, you were certain. The map clutched in your hand told you so, and yet real life didn't lie. There was a door carved into the side of this cliff. Every bone in your body told you to go back, to get your superior and have him open this door. Who knew what lay on the other side of it?

Of course, that's exactly what you didn't do.

You were going to get in so much trouble for this, but in the back of your mind, a small voice urged you to go forward, to enter the tomb. The door clearly marked a tomb. As an archaeologist, one of the brightest in your field with a minor in Egyptology, you could read hieroglyphs. It made you a valuable asset to Mina Neela's sponsored archaeology dig. Four months ago, the woman had approached you in a bar, and given you her card while telling you she'd pay handsomely for your skills on a dig. Intrigued, and helped by the way her voice seemed way too melodic as if luring you into a trance, you agreed. Her only rule was that you reported everything to her immediately.

Which was why you could only hope she wouldn't kick you off the dig on the spot when you came back from exploring a tomb without her permission.

You stepped forward, black boots nudging the sand away from the threshold of the door. Typically, warnings were inscribed over tombs and -- yes, there it was. Turn back. That was interesting. Most Egyptian tombs bore some sort of drastic, cryptic warning of death and doom, but this one didn't. Just turn back.

An odd feeling swept over your body as you came face to face with the door. How would you even get in? But that same odd feeling told your brain to make your hand tap on the right corner of the wall, and the door slid open.

How?

You didn't try to question it too much. You just hoped your brain would process all of this later and come up with some logical explanation as to how you knew how to open a millennia-old doorway. (You had seen your fair share of mummy movies; you were no princess waiting to be awoken from her 'slumber'.)

When you stepped over the threshold, time disappeared.

Reality felt distorted.

Come to me.

The voice appeared in your mind the second your foot made contact on the other side of the door. Not only that, but a flood of images. Laughter filled your senses, and so did a sense of strange joy. You could see flashes of white and gold, promises by made ghostly voices echoing in your ears. You were no princess. . . But you were more than a simple human.

My priestess. My love.

"I am coming," you whispered.

The voices followed you and led you as you entered the yawning darkness. Behind you, the cries of your team were drowned out as the door slid shut, and you were left alone. You were not scared, though. A sense of peace filled you and settled down, leaving you to breathe a sigh of relief. You could relax here, couldn't you?

Nothing would hurt you.

With those images and the voices still filling your mind, you made your careful way in the darkness. He was here, somewhere, and he was calling you. On one hand, you weren't sure what you were doing, but the other part of you felt at home. Natural. This was normal, wasn't it? Following ghost voices into an unexplored tomb.

You were worried you had no light, but you soon found you didn't need one. Step by step, he told you where to turn, where to duck. He told you where to avoid the traps of snakes and poisoned darts. Someone had wanted to keep him here forever. To never ever let him out. You wondered why, and a sense of anger filled your chest. He needed to be free, didn't everyone know that?

Your hand met a cold smooth surface. With a soft smile, you ran your hand over it, feeling bumps and edges that could only mean carvings. He was here, you could feel it, and he needed to be let out.

"I am here," you whispered.

Your hands found the edge of the stone, and you tugged. It was heavy, but it budged. You tugged again, getting it to move again. And again. And again. Until the sarcophagus stood open before you, and you gasped.

It was empty.

But your name rang out in the dark chamber, and you whirled.

Imhotep.

"You are alive. . ." You whispered. And he was more than a mummy. He smiled, flesh and blood for you to hug and kiss and hold. He was right there, and he offered his hand to you. A new warmth spread across your body as he welcomed you.

"I came back for you, my love."

His lips pressed a gentle promise to yours.

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