#imhotep x reader

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don't bleed on my carpet imhotep?

Here you go anon! Man I need to rewatch the cartoon...

Imhotep x Reader; Prompt 'Don't Bleed on My Carpet'.

- Let it not be said that traipsing around the world raising hell in the service of a 3000 year old mummy bent on world domination is easy.

- for once, you think, it would be wonderful if the O'Connell's and co. could fucking refrain from bringing whatever ancient structure they were in down on everyones heads. Imhotep’s hands weren’t exactly clean on that front either, but the regularity with which this kept happening is fucking ridiculous.

- This last one was a doozy, and even though you’ve gotten depressingly good at ducking for cover and wiggling though fallen debris like some kind of sweaty, bony, masters-degree owning slug – the fact remains you’re scraped and bruised and pulled several muscles and while it could have been so much worse... you just want to go home.

- So it’s a heavy sigh of relief that sags out of you as you, for the first time in weeks, shuffle into your squalid little apartment and sag onto the floor.

- It’s a scream of terror and frustration that tears you to your feet as you lock eyes with fucking Weasler – who is in your fucking living room-

- It’s a cold and decaying hand that claps over your mouth and muffles your swearing as Imhotep looms coldly behind you, waving a hand to slam and lock your door with magic.

- You’re already mourning the lovely little evening of eat/shower/pass the fuck out - you had planned for yourself.

- “So sorry dear.” Weasler smirks, very punchably, from your couch. “The Master needed to lay low somewhere while we were in the area. I thought you’d be kind enough to host us for a bit?”

- You scowl at him and wiggle in Imhotep’s grip, which thankfully had turned to something more along the lines of gently holding you against him rather than actively restraining you, turning to not-quite-glare at the unyielding yellow and red eyes above your head.

- It’s probably your exhaustion causing hallucinations, but you swear his eyes soften a little from their permanent glare.

- “A temporary measure, my dear.” the mummy all but purrs, and dammit you’re sueing your knees for structural instability as that unplacable accent rolls over you.

- it really, really, shouldn’t only take a few soft words, a tender hold and a hand coming up to gently brush your cheek to sway you so easily. But you are tired, and you couldn’t remove him forcibly if you tried, and you don’t even realise you’ve nuzzled a little into his hand until a thumb gently caresses the bruises on your cheekbone, a mild, almost untraceable tingle of healing magic trailing in its wake.

- Your eyelid twitches as you catch the minute sound of Weasler fake retching from your couch.

- You don’t even blink as Imhotep smacks a heavy book off your shelves onto Weaslers face and smirks at the way he yelps, bent glasses sliding sporadically off his head.

- “These are prescription!”

- “So are mine.” You deadpan back. You catch sight of the black haired idiot grimacing and holding his nose and groan inwardly, planting your face against Imhotep’s chest as he chuckles and brings a hand to card through your hair.

- “For gods sake Weasler, don’t bleed on my carpet. Get a tissue or something.”

Thanks so much for the ask anon, and again for your patience!

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Imhotep being surprised that you have feelings for him.

Imhotep was stunned into silence by the action that you had taken, one that he had not asked you for, and would not have asked you for. The armies that he had amassed centuries ago and today, in this modern world, had been expendable and he would have thrown any one of them in front of him to save his own life - but not you. And you had gone ahead and jumped right in front of the bullet.

He marched down the sandy dune, raising his arms, causing the hot grains to go flying into the eyes and mouth of his enemies, the ones that had shot you down, all the while keeping his eyes on you rather than the prisoners.

You were not too badly harmed. You were not going to die. The bullet had passed straight through your arm without hitting any of the major arteries. Sitting up, you tried to rip some of the fabric from your attire to create a bandage but it wasn’t coming off without a fight. You grit your teeth while pulling, trying to tear -

His bare feet stopped next to you, and he crouched, barely a sweat drip on his golden face. He ripped off part of his tattered robe and wrapped it around your wound, pulling it tight. Secured it with a knot from ancient times. “Why?” He asked, eyes narrowed.

“Why what? Did I take the bullet?” You asked, breathing through the stinging pain. Might not be deadly but it hurt, it definitely hurt. You matched the eye contact. You squinted against the sunlight that was heavy upon the area. “You know why.”

He did not, at least, not at first. Realization began to fill his gaze and his entire face softened. But you continued before he could say anything. “I am not your love. I accept this. But I will continue to fight for you as if I was.”

He remained soft. The side that rarely got to be seen. Especially by his enemies, who saw him as evil, as vicious, as powerful. His hands, soft with rejuvenation, caress at your chin, making sure that you could not look elsewhere. “I am not opposed to a second wife.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[datenightfright]

>.> could you perhaps if you had inspiration write a part two to your "The hunt" with imhotep? perhaps nsfw if possible? Also happy holidays!!

We all know what's under the cut:

"How long has it been," Imhotep asks sliding into you with ease, "Since we've been with each other like this?" You know the exact answer to his question. Four months, nine days, three hours. You don't say it aloud though, you don't want him to know you're counting. The truth is, you had developed some major feelings for Imhotep, but he only wanted you for your body. At one point you thought you could handle this cat and mouse game with him, but somewhere along the way the lines became entirely too blurry. This had to be the last time, it just had to.

"Hey," Imhotep stops rutting into, noticing your distance. He kisses you softly bringing you back into the moment, "Stay with me." He says pulling back after a while. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. He presses his body close you yours and inhales your scent. As you reach your orgasm you know this really will be the last time. Because the next time you meet him, it'll be to kill him. He is evil, after all.

You orgasm is toe curling as always, your cries of pleasure drowned out by Imhotep's. He hovers over for a long moment before kissing you tenderly. Pulling back after a moment or two he rests his forehead against yours. "I love you," He admits. Your heart gives a painful squeeze. You want nothing more than to tell him you love him too, but you know better than that, he wants you for nothing more than your body. He rolls off of you then settles in close, placing one last kiss to your shoulder. As he falls asleep you're now more determined than ever to make this your last night with him. Your life depended on it.

[dramaticl0vers]

I need you, protect yourself (Husband! Ardeth Bay x Wife! Reader PART 1)

Fandom: The Mummy, The Mummy Returns

Since you and your husband returned to London, troubles broke out in your lives and your brother's.

Imhotep had woken up and had everything to gain. You were terrified, your nephew had been kidnapped and these people had no mercy.

Being the wife of the chief of the tribe had not been easy, you were a foreigner, your knowledge had gaps.

But after a considerable time, seeing that you were simply sincere and devoted to the love of Ardeth and the people, you managed to win the affection of most people.

They even shared gun knowledge with you, and you were forever grateful.

Now they were in Ahm Shere, where the plan was as follows.

You, Evie and Jonathan were going to cover for Rick and Ardeth.

And although you insisted on accompanying your brother, your husband flatly forbade it.

"You are my husband, not my father, Ardeth, you cannot order me not to do it"

You said denying, while your slightly wavy hair moved along with the denials you made with your head.

Ardeth understood, you were terrified, and you wanted to fight them, side by side, as you had done since the first time, but he couldn't expose you to more danger, not again.

"I am not asking you as a husband, I am ordering you as the head of the Medjai"

You shook your head, defeated, as a tear pitifully fell from your eyes. Ardeth took you by the cheeks and dried your tears, looking into your eyes.

"I want to go with you..."

Your husband denied.

"I have promised you before, I will come back to you, one way or another, but I will"

A sob escaped from your throat.

"When that damn mummy returns to hell with the Scorpion King, we will return to the village and live in peace, I promise you, my love"

He said, you looked him in the eye.

"Come back, it's a direct order from the wife of the boss"

You said, your husband hastened to kiss your lips. a deep kiss, almost goodbye. He broke away from you with difficulty, before running off so you wouldn't chase him.

"Ardeth!"

You told him with tears in your eyes. You hugged Rick and got ready with Rick and Evie. Oh, thank goodness. When the revolver was leveled at Ardeth's head and a shot rang out, he nearly had a heart attack. But you held Jon so tight when you saw the man go down thanks to his shot.

Well, after that, Rick managed to defeat the Scorpion King, and Izzy found them and rescued them.

Oh how you loved him.

There he was, riding his black horse, smiling at you.

"Izzy, put me down"

The man huffed in annoyance, but at Rick's accusing glare, he did.

Before going down, you looked at your brother with watery eyes and ran to hug him.

"I will miss you so much, Rick..."

Your brother sighed and kissed your head, hugging you.

"We will continue writing to each other, but I hope you come to visit me without a mummy wanting to destroy the world"

You laughed and you separated from his embrace.

You said goodbye to the entire crew and Ardeth got off his horse. You laughed and ran into your husband's arms, uniting them in a hug expected by both.

You got on his horse and hugged his waist throughout the entire ride. And when they got to the village, the celebratory whoops and whistles at the two of you and the army invaded your ears.

Now if you had earned the affection of his family.

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

List of Characters Fanfics Requests VI

ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS! I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS!

My sixth list of character fanfic is now opened for requests

Links to my other lists are down below:

List of Characters I

List of Characters II

List of Characters III

List of Characters IV

List of Characters V

When making a request through either my inbox, DM, or comments, please include a plot for the character you're requesting for. This will help me out more when I start writing.

I take time into writing fanfic requests and my own, because I have a job and personal life to handle on a daily basis. So please be patient, kind, and courteous, because it takes me time and energy writing fanfics when I've got nothing else going on.

My inbox is opened whenever I post new requests lists, but keep it closed most of the time. I do keep my DMs (Direct Messages) open 24/7 when the request inbox is closed at the time.

If anybody has questions, DM me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can :)...

Ardeth Bay-The Mummy and The Mummy Returns 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Lock Nah-The Mummy Returns 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Imhotep-The Mummy and The Mummy Returns 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Terry Sheridan-Laura Croft Tomb Raider The Cradle of Life 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Brandon Miller-Timecop 2 The Berlin Decision 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Santiago-Interview with the Vampire S2 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Neo-The Matrix Trilogy 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Jareth the Goblin King-Labyrinth 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Silas-The Da Vinci Code 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Balem Abrasax-Jupiter Ascending 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Newt Scamander-Fantastic Beasts Series 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Eric Draven-The Crow 1994 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Victor Zokas/Renard-The World Is Not Enough 007 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Willard Stiles-Willard 2003 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Erik Destler-Phantom of the Opera (2004 Movie with Gerard Butler) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Symbols:

🌸-Fluff 

❤️‍🔥-Smut 

👐🏻-General 

 💐-Dating 

 💘-Romance 

🖤-Angst 

🔪🩸-Violence 

 🔞-NSFW

Citrus Scale: 

🍑 (Peach)-No Sexual Interactions 

🍎 (Citrus)-Romantic hug/or kiss 

🍊 (Orange)-Romantic hug/or kiss with a hint of sexual interaction 

 🍈 (Lime)-Heavy making out with light groping 

 🍋 (Lemon) Actual Sexual Intercourse

[terrence-silver]

Hey Bea! Hope you’re doing well. Soo.. I was watching The Mummy the other day and Imhotep was giving me huge Terry vibes. I think Terry would, like Imhotep, kill for forbidden love, try to bring his Beloved back from the dead, take the worst curse known to man, be buried alive with flesh eating beetles and return thousands of years later with only one purpose; to be with his Beloved again, no matter the cost. I think it’s gory and poetic and has Terry’s name all over it.

(sorry just had to vent and share lol)

Yeah, I don't even think it has to be literal, but it greatly portrays the insane, unhinged lengths I do think Terry is willing to go for love, for friendship, for camaraderie, for devotion, for payback, even. Those flesh eating beetles and immortal curses from The Mummy can very well be entirely metaphorical, but they represent an important and irrefutable truth; There's no half-measures and no half-loving with Terry Silver.

[godihatethiswebsite]

Desert Oasis

✽ Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x f!reader (The Mummy AU)

Main Masterlist ✽ Ao3

✽ Original Concept

This series started off as a few small drabble ideas in my head that I eventually fleshed out into being a more 'proper' story. I'm leaving their original formatting as is along with the authors notes at the beginning.

The first few parts are small, but I promise it grows into something that has multiple thousands of words each chapter. Thank you to all who give it a try! :) ♡

OK I don't actually post shit like this, but hear me out because ya'll have given me thoughts. CoD Mummy AU where:

Soap is our Rick O'Connell

Price is the badass head librarian

Gaz is our cousin

Ghost is the delicious Medjai

Nikolai is the crazy pilot

Graves is either the weird jailor dude who comes along or he's Beni

Makarov is Imhotep

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[Edited 5/8/24: changed tags]

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Ardeth Bay

Originally posted by annelisters

The Godfeather

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Healer!Reader Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending. Summary: What if Horus did not die? What if, instead he was found and healed by a beautiful healer in the camp of the Medjai? Well, if your interest is piqued, click on the title and maybe you’ll find out!

Yours. Only Yours.

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Armourer! Reader Genre: Jealousy with a hint of spice (not smutty) Summary: After Imhotep is defeated, the Medjai gather to celebrate. Yet, when you see your frienemy who is also the man you desire flirting with someone else, what else would you do other than be filled with jealousy? Have I gained your attention? If yes, try the link above to see how the story unfolds!

Without you, There is no me

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Genre: Romantic fluff Summary: When the battle is won and the story is done all thats left is to return home to the arms of his beloved.

Broken & Betrothed   2

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Royal!Reader Genre: Angst Summary: The sister of Nefertiri falls for a lone Medjai. Yet tragedy strikes when her father betrothes her to a distant stranger. How shall she tell her beloved? Will their forbidden love survive?

Scented Flowers & Sweet Melodies

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Wife!Reader Genre: Comforting Fluff Summary: The night Imhotep was imprisoned, the world was thrown into turmoil. With the future being so uncertain Ardeth seeks refuge with the person who beings him comfort, his wife.

My Qamari

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Pregnant!Wife!Reader Genre: Fluffy smut Summary: Home at last, after a fortnight, Ardeth finds himself within the warm embrace of his beloved wife in the comfort of their home.

[carnationworld-writings]

The first time I saw you I knew love at first sight must be true (Ardeth Bay x reader)

To read my other works, check my MASTERLIST !

Paring: Ardeth Bay x reader

Universe: The Mummy (1999) / The Mummy Returns (2001)

Word Count: 1243

Requested: No

Warnings: mention of guns, blood and death of characters - just “The Mummy” plot

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: The one where two parts of the soul found each other after thousands of years. 

They felt like all the air was taken from their lungs, and everything they heard was the beating of their own heart. Her eyes couldn’t leave the silhouette of the man standing before them. They only saw his dark eyes, and even if they saw them for the first time, they felt like they knew them better than anything. They watched how he raised his tattooed hand and uncovered his face, and they couldn’t help the small smile that came into their face. Masked people could start shooting every second, but at that moment, they could die as a happy person - they just saw the most handsome man on this planet. They saw it for the first time when they were awake but knew it was a face they had seen in their dreams. At the sound of his raspy voice, their heart lost a beat. The warrior moved closer, walking behind his people when Rick behind them said:  “I already told you I got him”. The Egyptian looked at them and felt silent for a moment. They could see a surprise in his eyes - as some memories had come to him. Both of them felt like everything was on the right track. It didn’t matter that the creature was alive - two parts of one soul found each other. They never wanted to believe in love at first sight, but when he stood before them, they couldn’t stop their heart from longing for him. Ardeth made himself raise his eyes at the American.“Know this, this creature is the bringer of death. He will never eat, he will never sleep, and he will never stop.” He moved his eyes at the women between them. “If you want to survive, leave this place.” At this moment, they could only watch his dark eyes, and then they nodded.“We will.” They hated how weak their voice sounded at that moment, but they could swear that the corner of his mouth rose just for a second, like he’d stop himself from smiling. They looked at each other before he turned and walked after his people. They didn’t turn their eyes, watching his silhouette disappear in the darkness. They couldn’t stop thinking about him the whole ride to Cairo. They tried to be helpful when Rick and Evelyn argued - they helped to patch up poor Mr Burns and rested a little before they’d tried to help Evy find a solution. They heard the woman screaming that it was their obligation since they woke up the monster, and they couldn’t agree more. When they were washing their hands, the water turned into blood, and they couldn’t stop a scream from their mouth. They were terrified when the fire started falling from the sky. It was a shock to see the man from the Hamunaptra in the museum. They exchanged a few looks, and it was enough for them to find a little peace in this madness, and for the first time in days, they felt safe. Madiaj told them the story of Imhotep and they started to get hope that they really could find a way to come out of this alive. When they finally agreed on what everybody needed to do and started walking to the car, they looked back at him one more time and smiled when they realised that he was watching them. “Miss/Mister…” he came closer to them, and they knew that Evy and Rick slowed a little while waiting for them, “Are you hurt?” At their surprised look, he moved his hand to point to a bloody stain on their clothes.“Oh, no... I’m not hurt. I was washing my hands when the water turned into blood...Thank you for asking. It’s very kind of you, Mr…” They smiled gently and noticed that the corners of his lips moved a little, just like he was close to smiling. “Ardeth Bay.” Her smile grew wider when they told him their name. The longing of their heart for him was surprising, just like how their body responded to even the smallest smirk. They wanted to know him better, even if they already felt that strange similarity in his presence.“I hope that all of your people are alright.” They wrapped their arms around themself to stop themself from trying to touch him. “They are.” They breathed with relief, nodding. “But they won’t hesitate to die if it will stop this creature.” Ardeth saw that pain came into their face hearing this sentence. He wanted to take it away from them, to hold them and keep them safe. He didn’t understand why he felt so attracted to them, but it was a nice feeling. They were like a breath of fresh air in the heat of the desert, and he wanted, no, he needed to feel it again. “I hope it won’t be necessary.” They heard Rick calling their name, and they turned to look at him. They knew that it was the moment that they should go. With every minute, Imhotep was closer to winning. They nodded at him and moved their eyes to the Egyptian. “Mr Bay, please be careful. I… I hope we meet again.” They gently touched his arm and moved to join Rick and Evy. Before they left the room, they looked again at Ardeth and smiled, and they could swear that for a few seconds, he did the same. Not everything worked in their favour. Egyptologist and Henderson were dead, Imhotep was nearly regenerated, and the only idea to beat him was only a legend. They anxiously walked after Rick and the rest of the team. Twisting their fingers, they watched how Evy tried to find the location of the Book of Amun-Ra. They were so lost in their mind that they didn’t notice Ardeth coming closer to them. He gently touched their elbow, making them jump. He looked at them apologetically, and they smiled nervously. “We met again.” He smiled at them, and they couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “We did. However, I hoped it could happen in a little calmer situation.” They looked straight into his eyes and felt like their heart had stopped for a moment. “I… I know it will sound weird if anything in that situation could be normal. I feel like I know you. Not from now, but like… like my soul finally was whole just by meeting you. It’s probably a wrong time to say it, but I felt like I had to do it.” They looked down at their shoes, feeling ashamed. They were afraid of his reaction, but who knows how long they would live. However, they didn’t see the smile forming on his face. He gently touched their chin and made them look at him again. “I know this feeling. Of everything being completed and in peace only because… you are here, next to me. I don’t understand it wholly, but maybe it also was destined in ancient times.” “Maybe that is the answer.” They smiled and touched his hand. Not caring about decency, they rose on their tiptoes and connected their lips. They felt his other hand fall on their hip, and their heart started beating faster. They found him, and they knew that whatever waits for them in future will end up happily. Two souls destined to stop the evil from ancient times found each other again. Like many times ago, they find a way to win.

Author’s note: Thank you  so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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[odditycircus-2002]

Hmm, any chance you could do some hcs with a Fem Mummy! Reader x Quan Chi (MK1) with the basic premise being that the reader was revived by Quan Chi and is actually happy with being alive (or at least close to it) and as a result is loyal to him and later fell in love?

A/N: I can indeed!😄 Hope you don’t mind, but I’m a fan of Corpse Bride and Imhotep from Brendan Fraser's "The Mummy".

Eternally Loyal

Admittedly, you were caught off guard when pulled from your eternal rest, only to be thrust to life once more. Yet it was soon replaced with sheer joy when realizing you are walking among the Land of the Living again. By the looks of it, you had the mysterious pale necromancer that stood above you, your now beating and glowing heart in his hand.

He introduced himself as Quan-chi, the most powerful sorcerer in Outworld, Master of the Dead, and now your reanimator. You sincerely thank him for bringing you back to life, as you had only begun to achieve your true ambitions and plans. Quan-chi suggests that you may still be able to after you settle your debt with him. According to your House's tradition, those who save a member of the House of L/N are now indebted to the first. Bringing life back to your revived corpse counts as keeping one's life in your book.

You don't doubt that, with your reanimation, you were undoubtedly gone for a long while and thus in a whole new world and unknown territory. You figured it'd be best to make nice with your guide if you want to gain any advantage.

Quan-chi smirked when you inevitably questioned how you could repay your new debt to him.

"You can start by serving under me until I deem your debt repaid in full."

"On your soul then..."

Which Quan-chi agreed, but whether or not he was sincerely remained to be seen.

Quan-chi had made it so you had to occasionally steal and absorb body parts from others to remain alive and whole. While Quan-chi resurrected your heart and soul and used to influence your actions, they can keep you tethered to the mortal plane for so long without refueling. So you keep yourself wrapped up as you were to not reveal your constantly rotting and healing body.

But even with such a weakness, you have been given strength as Quan-chi gifted you with the ability to drain the moisture out of anything by touch alone (excluding himself), control over sand, and become sand, your preexisting telekinetic abilities.

Since then, you have loyally served under Quan-chi, executing every order and task with near perfection without question. Fervently hanging on to his every word and feat of magic so you may one day use it for yourself when you feel the time is right. You also had no issue cutting down any of your fellow minions if you think they are disobedient to your master. To which Quan-chi is not against, even with one of the demons from his Sisterhood of Shadow. In fact, he's growing fond of your usefulness and how you serve him well.

As powerful as Ermac turned out to be, he was ultimately a failure in Quan-chi's eyes. The same applies to Ashrah, whom Quan-chi could not control. Which is a shame to the sorcerer, as both were powerful tools. Oh well, if you do not succeed at first, try again.

In comes you, a mummified Edenian Noble renowned for her ruthlessness, problem-solving, and tenacity during a warring era before Sindel’s Golden Era. Who has (yet) to disobey him. Unfortunately, you were cut down in your prime on the eve you were to marry your betrothed to secure an alliance with another nation. A shame, really, as you had plans for the future. But you're just happy to be alive.

It helps that Quan-chi praises you whenever you perform a task well for him, such as uncovering lost grimoires, to encourage you to continue aiding him and fulfilling your debt. Eventually, Quan-chi awards your efforts with gifts such as flowers or a new robe as you continuously serve him well in his quest to overthrow Liu Kang. With each gift, you could've sworn you felt your heart beating within your chest, and not hiding on Quan-chi's person.

Often, he would converse with you about his studies and discoveries, doing most of the talking as you just listened and reacted. You couldn't help but notice how Quan-chi treats you more amiably, almost as much as he is with Shang Tsung, his fellow sorcerer. Perhaps even as a companion, as he prefers to have you follow him for his tasks the most. You like to think its because the Sorcerer has the same admiration for you as you do for him, as silly as it sounds and which you would be caught absolutely dead saying aloud.

Speaking of the snake-like Sorcerer, Quan-chi proudly introduced you to Shang Tsung as his latest work of genius once. The latter critically looked you up and down and admired the magic used to keep you together. Although to not admit to Quan-chi's magical prowess, Shang Tsung would ask.

"How do you know this minion won't turn on you like the others?"

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, your looser wrapping unraveling and posing to strike down the blasphemous Sorcerer, but before you could make the blow, Quan-chi explains.

"She won't,"

Quan-chi would glance back at you and softly run a hand under your chin, which you followed with your head.

"But even if the impossible happens, I hold their heart."

Quan-chi would summon your purple and green heart into his hand, petting it with his free hand like a small pet.

"It would be such a waste if I must. Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You, of course, nodded. That was the closest you would receive as an admittance of love from someone like Quan-chi.

Playlist while writing this:

"Loyalty" - Maria's Theme from Mad Father

"In the Dark of the Night" -by Christopher Lloyd

"Mr.Sandman" -by The Chordettes

"Monster" -by Lady Gaga

" Dark Horse”-Cover by Our Last Night

“I miss the misery”-by Halestorm.

[fearfulharmony]

Greatly disturbed by the lack of imhotep x reader fics

[assortedvillainvault]

hey, sorry if this sounds stilly, but do you think you could do headcanons for Imhotep with a s/o that's insecure?

Anon I absolutely can! Dont worry, stilly (but still comforting) is our business here ;)

Imhotep x Insecure!Reader

Imhotep being so innately confident in himself means an insecure partner only inflates his ego.

Next to you he feels like a mountain, an unstoppable force, hopefully you’ll pick up some of this by proxy because if you’re going to indirectly fuel his high speed descent into egomania you may as well benefit from it.

Lowkey likes the fact that your insecurity allows him infinite excuses to touch you while imparting compliments and reassurance.

Definitely likes that you get so flustered in response.

It’s a mild power trip to sooth the voracious undead soul, you know how it is.

Seriously though, he sees no reason for you to be insecure. Whether it’s about appearance or prowess, if you were lacking in these areas he wouldn’t be with you in the first place. And since he IS with you – checkmate nihilism, mummy seal of approval.

Weasler’s snide comments and looks about it also gives him an excuse to put the guy through the wringer some more, which he’ll gladly accept.

(You had the audacity – in Weasler’s eyes – to giggle once at his being yeeted during one of Imhotep’s bad tempers and now the mummy takes delight in watching you do so again and again. Such is the life of a henchman)

As you grow in confidence, and you will, Imhotep will take notice and make sure you know he appreciates the steps you’re taking. He’s very supportive that way – many kisses and Ancient Egyptian sweet nothings for you.

[infin1ty-garden]

I WOULDN'T SAY THAT

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ summary: alina confesses her feelings while imhotep wants to sacrifice her ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ pairing: alina starkov x gn! reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ warnings: spoilers for the mummy (1999), sacrifice & stabbing ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ word count: 516 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ author note: inspired by the movie 'the mummy' (1999). also kind of a AU

masterlist.

"It's always my fault, isn't it?"

"What? No," you tried to sound as convincing as possible. Alina had been bottling up her feelings since the start of the journey. She felt as if she was the problem. Somehow, she was blamed for everything going wrong. She felt useless, like a burden.

You didn't know how to comfort her. "No, it isn't. You are doing great. No one expects you to know how to act in this situation."

"Guys!"

"It’s totally fine to mess up sometimes. None of us know what we are doing. Especially now with the looming threat of a painful death and all.” She paused for a second taking this information in. “You just seem to have everything figured out and I feel like a bumbling fool.”

“Guys!”

“I wouldn’t say that. You are a very capable and brave person. Coming all this way to Hamunaptra and fighting an evil undead priest.”

“That same priest is trying to kill me,” you two finally turned to Nikolai. “This hole confessing your feelings for each other is great but just not now.” Imhotep caught up to Nikolai and tried to stab him only for him to escape from his grip.

Alina used her new found confidence and abilities to help Nikolai as you joined her. Mal, Zoya and Genya had gotten separated from you. But finding them wasn’t that high on your list of priorities as Imhotep was very keen on sacrificing Alina.

Alina used her sun powers to distract Imhotep and his priests. Nikolai killing a few of them in the process. Suddenly, Zoya and Genya fell through a secret door right next to you. Without a second thought, they grabbed their weapons and started fighting whoever was trying to kill them.

“Where’s Mal?” Alina asked, Genya looked around quickly. “We were under the impression that he was with you.”

“This isn’t working. They aren’t staying dead.” Nikolai shouted as the priest he just cut down stood up as if nothing had happened. “We can see that. Any other bright ideas?”

“The book of Amun-Ra!” Alina quickly opened the book. She flipped through the pages at record speed and found the text she was looking for. “Get ready!”

“For what?” Nikolai asked, bewildered of what she could be referring to. She spouted words in ancient egypt. When Alina finished reading the passage, nothing seemed to have happened. “Stab him,” Nikolai did as he was told and stabbed Imhotep.

Only for the blade to finally pierce his skin. Killing the priest and his followers once and for all. Then Hamunaptra starts sinking into the sand. Everyone scrambles to leave the city as fast as they can. Going to what you remember to be the way out.

Finding Mal passed out in one of the halls and bringing him with. Making it out of the city just in time. “I’ve been wanting to do this forever,” Alina grabs your shirt, pulling you close to her and smashing her lips onto yours.

You wouldn’t dare close your eyes as Alina looked beautiful. The sun rises, illuminating her face.

Thank you for reading!

[chubbyreaderchan]

The lack Imhotep x reader fanfiction is a tragedy. Just saying.

[dramaticl0vers]

I need you, protect yourself (Husband! Ardeth Bay x Wife! Reader PART 2)

Your nightmares came back to you, just like they did ten years ago, before you even married Ardeth, only this time it was worse because you had to abandon your children to go with your husband to save the world…again …It felt like an eternity at the beginning.

Investigate the search for Imhotep in secret for months, arrive in London, see how your nephew, whom you had not seen for years, was kidnapped, return to Egypt in search of him… say goodbye to your husband, watching him get lost in the undergrowth from the jungle, not knowing if he was going to survive Anubis' army…Truly traumatic.

But now it was just another nightmare, right? A twisted game that played your head to see you suffer.

You saw the wounds on his face, his tattoos and his tanned skin emerging from the sand, and when you hugged him again…you really thanked God.

Your head was pressed against your husband's injured back the entire trip home, your arms clinging to his chest, as if letting him go from your arms again was mortal… Your head covered with your white linen cloaks, shielding you from the burning sun as the two returned home victorious again, with what was left of the Medjai army following them.

And when they arrived at the town and the cheers of its people could be heard to the heavens, while they cried with joy and threw flower petals at them, you thought that everything had been worth it.

Ardeth got off his horse and helped you off of it. His eyes analyzed yours and finally joined in a passionate kiss, a kiss that you had not experienced in a long time, and that you had hoped to feel. You turned to putty in his strong arms, sighing.

The other families were with the warriors who had returned…and those who did not mourn their loss, but were proud that their sons, husbands, brothers and fathers had died in such a noble cause.

—MOM, DAD!—

Oh, for god's sake, when you heard those two little voices in the crowd, you knew everything had turned out well.

You let go of your husband's arms with euphoria, and looked around, only to see your two kids running towards you. Your eyes suddenly stung with tears and you ran to throw yourself on the ground, just like your husband, who, like you, opened his arms towards them.

Your daughter and son threw themselves into your arms with joy, as tears ran down your face and you hugged them tightly, filling their faces and heads with kisses.

You felt Ardeth's arms around the three of you, you leaned on his chest and continued kissing their heads.

—My children, my babies —

You said, Ardeth caressed your son's head and kissed your hair.

[…]

Your children lay asleep, and music and laughter could be heard from the center of the village from the festival in their honor, you watched the fun of your village with a smile before finally entering your shared tent.

Your eyes fell on Ardeth, who lay standing with his back to you, watching the flames of the torch burn down.

You walked towards him slowly and wrapped your arms around his chest, resting your head on his shoulder blade.

—We're in home…—

You sighed, your husband turned around and hugged you, burying his face in your neck and placing a kiss on it. His beard tickled you and a small giggle left your lips as he clung to you tighter.

—When was the last time you were in my arms like this?—

He asked, kissing your shoulders covered with the black fabric.

—Months ago…—

You said, sighing and closing your eyes.

—Ardeth…do you think…that thing will come back?—

You asked, a shiver running down your spine. Your husband left your neck and took his hands from your waist to your cheeks.

—If he did, I would be calm… I'm talking about, I have the bravest warrior in the entire desert by my side, why should I be afraid?—

He said smiling, kissing your lips. The kiss became more fiery as the minutes passed. You broke away from the kiss and looked at him, with a flirtatious smile and a look that expressed mischief.

—If so, why don't you come and we have a sword fight?—

The Medjai let out a loud laugh and his grip returned to your waist, pulling you close to him forcefully.

—If that mummy was not the cause of my death, I am sure that you will be, woman—

[ofhamunaptras]

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.