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admrlthundrbolt · 27 days ago

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Mirage (Jackal Imhotep x Chubby Reader)

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After escaping the Underworld one to many times. Imhotep finds himself in the service of Anubis. Though not as directly as he would have first suspected. No, being assigned the guard of the God's avatar was not his happiest moment. Seems you would have to change his mind about that.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. This is the first, but certainly not my last, The Mummy story I'm writing. It's one of the classics and I've finally gotten something to show for my love of it. I mean who doesn't love a villain fighting for love. Though she did do Imhotep dirty in the second movie. So here I am to right that.

It's a cross over of sorts, since I borrowed the idea of Gods having avatars from Moonknight. But who isn't inspired by a great show every once and a while. Especially when it gave me an excuse to make Imhotep a Jackal shifter.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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The sound of sirens echoed through the abandoned building. The gleam from the police lights shined faintly on the upper floors. His long limbs were taught with exertion. Huffing at the stupidity of once again getting separated from you. It wasn't enough to be trapped in this form by Anubis themselves. But to be given guard duty on top of that. It was a fate he cursed every day.

A sudden sound down a hall made his canine ears swivel around. Following what he could now discern as foot falls. He darted towards the stairway. Where he saw you running from. You were panting heavily, but not slowing down. Until you saw him.

Pausing at the large mass of muscle in front of you. You sighed in relief as you realized it was Imhotep. His Jackal form crouched ,yet still towering over you. Tapping him as you ran past. You dashed for a doorway behind him.

Following the faint shimmering trail that always led you to wayward spirits. You came upon your target. It was a middle aged man. He was of average height and build. Nothing extraordinary about his appearance really. What was odd, was the noose hanging loosely around his neck. And papers fluttering in his hand. At a glance you could see they were medical bills.

Taking a tentative step forward, you spoke to him in a soothing tone. “Hi, your Ronnie right?” You wanted to reassure the spirit that you had heard of him. A startled ghost could become unstable quickly. That was an experience you didn't enjoy dealing with. So slow and easy was your usual approach.

His head shot up to face you. The action causing the Jackal to tense. This wouldn't be the first time he had pulled you from harms way. Even if you had only spent a short time together. You had the tendency of having the worst luck with getting into trouble. You always said it came with the job. But he was sure you must have a curse.

The tears streaming down the specter's face caused his muscles to relax a bit. This didn't seem like a vengeful spirit, just mournful. It stumbled closer to you whimpering. Without a second thought you stepped forward with open arms. Embracing the ghost, with your soft form. Much to your guards dismay.

“It's OK. The pain isn't there anymore. You don't have to suffer.” Pulling back, you cupped his wet face in you soft hands. “Let me guide you to the afterlife. Your loved ones are waiting for you.”

The spirit's eyes light up at your statement. The tears poured at a faster rate. But a smile had finally settled on his face.

While a frown took over the Jackal's. How could you guide these souls so willingly? With only the information Anubis had given you. You always helped these strangers with compassion and patience. It was beyond him why you would go to these lengths.

As the final bright particles of the specter floated away. Reality shifted back to flashing lights and sirens. Wrapping an arm around your plush waist. He tried to ignore the way your plush warm body fit against his own. He burst through a nearby window. As you both sailed through the air, he was shocked by your silence. Looking down at you, he saw a brief flash of sadness. That quickly changed into understanding as your gaze shifted his way. Eyes falling away from your sincere face, he tried not to linger on the feeling in his chest.

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The next morning started with him scowling at you over a plate of eggs and toast. He had no problem with the meal. In fact he enjoyed many of the modern meals and conveniences that you had provided. No, his issue was with how poorly last night's activities had gone. Yet there you were, humming and enjoying your own meal.

Well if you weren't going to face reality, then he would pull you back down to Earth. “Are we not going to discuss last night.”

Your expression somber immediately. Meeting his eyes, your smile simpered. You figured a lecture was coming your way this morning. So you shrugged and kept your eyes on the half empty plate in front of you. “The spirit passed on. So I would call it a job well done.” Chancing a glance his way. You could immediately tell he didn't think highly of your optimism.

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, he sighed. “Be that as it may, we also almost got captured by the authorities. If I wasn't there, you would have been apprehended.” He looked down his nose at you and paused. You weren't upset at this fact. In fact you seemed to be giving him the most sincere look he had ever received.

You nodded as a soft smile snaked it's way onto your full face. “I know. But you were there. Thank you by the way. I should have said so last night. I was pretty distracted though."

His feelings teetered between annoyance and mirth. You had a way of worming your way into anyone's good graces. And while he may sometimes allow himself to indulge in your machinations. He was overwhelmed with emotions that were bettered left buried. So deeply pushed away, that he wouldn't even know how to sort through them.

So instead he went on the offense. “You must enjoy my head being on the chopping block.” He watched your eyes widen and fear settle on your face. It was an expression he quickly grew to dislike. But that didn't stop the flow of words. “Every mistake you make comes back on me 10 fold. Anubis chose you, his perfect little avatar. While I was scrapped from the Underworld and sent here as punishment.”

He sagged at the admission. That is how he had originally thought of his current situation. Though over time he had softened to the idea. Your company was something he looked forward to. Your sweet nature and soft body something that wouldn't stay off his mind. But in a moment of frustration and anger, what of he wasn't entirely sure. He allowed the Venom to spill off his tounge.

He couldn't bring himself to glance back at you as he stormed out of the room. Leaving the house all together. Not knowing the aching throb his words left you in.

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He wasn't sure how long he had walked. He stuck to his human form. Even if it didn't allow for his powers. He begrudgingly stayed this way in public for the purpose of blending in.

It had begun raining just after his departure. A fact that he believed was happening to mock him. Even if Anubis had no control over the weather. He wouldn't put it past the deity to make him a bit more miserable.

His thoughts drifted to you sooner than he would have admitted. Your determination and compassion was something that he admired. Even if it did get you in undesirable positions. In another life he could see things going differently with you.

There were times when he would compare you to his past love. But in all honesty, Anck-su-namun betrayal had soured his opinion of her. And you were everything she wasn't. Your willingness to help others. Soft warm body, it was as if the sun had become a goddess in his presence. He was surprised that you were Anubis’ avatar. Ra would been his first guess.

Thoughts of you made him regret his outburst. Deciding that his temper had cooled enough, he headed back.

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His arrival was much less pleasent than he would have guessed. It wasn't everyday that a God was waiting for you to return. Pausing in the doorway, the God looked at him like a disappointed parent. As if he had snuck out and his guardian had caught him tipping back in.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” The large Jackal stared down at the bald man. Even seated he had no problem making the priest feel small.

He scoffed, even if he was under his punishment for escaping the underworld. Not once, but two times. He still would not cower to the God. “Why not ask your perfect little avatar. I'm sure they could tell you what drove me away." OK, so maybe he wasn't over the tiff you had had. Or maybe being in the presence of his eternal tormentor left a sour taste in his mouth.

“I would if that were possible. Though it is difficult to get an answer out of a magically unconious person. No matter who they serve.” His drawn brow softened a bit at the worried expression that took over the other man's face.

He stormed up to the God and snarled. “How has this befell them.” Before he could continue the God sprang from their seat. Their imposing body almost to large for the room they were in.

He growled in the man's face. “I am left with no answers and an avatar recovering in my realm.” Pushing him against a nearby wall, his teeth snapped angrily. “I thought perhaps a guard could keep her from harm. That would be, if not for his arrogance.”

Meeting the God's eyes, rage burning within his own. “And I thought the afterlife wouldn't invole me being punished as a babysitter.” This statement seemed to surprise the Jackal.

Shaking his head, his shoulders sagged. “You truly believe her to be a punishment.” With a wave of his hand a doorway shimmered open. Stepping through, he gestured the man to follow.

Reluctantly walking through the opening, he felt his body shift. Bones crunching and elongation, his form grew taut with lean muscle. A thin dark layer of fur covered his body, from snout to tail. Entering the God's domain caused the change. It was something he had come to tolerate. Though his focus quickly shifted as you came into view.

Laided upon a bed with a blanket pulled up to your chin. Chest barely moving and shaking with every breath. Your skin didn't have its usual brightness. As if all the glorious color had been scrubbed away. It was a hard sight to take in.

Kneeling by your side, he scowling deeply. In almost a whisper he says. “Who has done this?” Placing a hand on your own disturbingly chilled one, he faces the God.

He shook his head, a grim expression on his own face. “I'm not sure, but this has the signs of Konshu. He was always bitter of not finding such a gem first.” Looking over the transformed man, he had to hold in a scoff. He acts as if he hates you one moment. Then the next he was falling over himself for you. That was mortals for you.

The man watched you with a steely gaze. Hand moving under your own, hoping you might grip it. “What will cure this?”

“Until the culprit is found, her slumber could be permanent.” He saw the man posture stiffen further. “I will get in contact with the most obvious Gods and go from there.” Putting a hand on the man's shoulder he gestured towards you with the other. “I think you are needed here.”

Without looking back at the God, he nods. If you were better off with him by your side. Then he would stay. There wasn't a power in the universe that could tear him from your side. He had already made that mistake on, he wouldn't be repeating it.

Walking towards the rift, the larger Jackal paused. “Perhaps it will give you the clarity to realize that she is your salvation. A guide down a path of redemption. Not your so called punishment.” He let the words hang in the air. The weight of them heavier than the anxiety settling in the priest's heart.

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He stayed by your side. Refusing to take a chance on your condition worsening. His dream of being without a person to shield was crashing around him. He would give his last breath just to see your smile one more time.

It seems he wasn't the only one worrying over you. Anubis was working around the clock to find who would dare harm you. Your light disappearing had put them in a vicious land of darkness.

It felt as if any eternity had passed. Until one day the deary overcast was broken by fast foot falls. Anubis was rushing to your side with a small glass vial, shimmering with golden liquid. It seems as if his theory was correct. In a fit of jealousy Konshu has cursed you to an endless slumber. But with the help of Ra, a God who was unsurprisingly also interested in you. Though they would never stoop to such underhanded tactics. They were more than willing to brew a potion of liquid sunshine to awaken you. If that made you in their debt, who were they to complain.

The God begrudgingly offered the gleaming bottle to the man. “I am not allowed to directly interfere in my vessel's mortality. So I leave this task to you priest. Do not let my generosity leave your mind easily.” Allowing the vial to settle into his grip, the God slipped away.

Staring down at the potion wide eyed, his hands began to shake. Bringing it to his chest, he thanked the Gods for their mercy. Steadying himself, he uncorked the vial and brought it to your lips. Carefully cradling your head, he pours the glittering liquid into your soft parted lips.

For a moment dread weighed heavy on his shoulders. Should it be taking this long? Were they to late? These questions and more plague his thoughts. That is until your dazzling eyes fluttered open.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he surged forward, embracing your plump body. Your own eyes widened, but you settled into his arms. It was as if you had been pulled free of a deep darkness. No direction you went would allow you to leave.

“I'm sorry you had to save me again.” The words were croaked out. You were happy he was the person to be at your side as you woke. But there was still a part of you that knew you had caused him problems.

Pulling back, he placed his hands on your shoulders. “No, I had no involvement in your resurrection. Anubis found the cure, I was only allowed to dispense it to you.”

You scoffed and a frown took over your plush face. “That still means someone had to clean up my mess.”

An angry expression came across his face. “Nonsense, you are the one always taking care of others. You check in with Anubis, to see how he is. A God with an avatar that cares for their well being. It's unheard of. You make sure I have new foods to try. And help me learn about the modern world. Even if I have no need for the new niceties. Your warmth seeps into me on cold nights. Even though I don't deserve your kindness. But you offer it to me, in spite of how horrible I've been to you. Though I should have know that you wouldn't cast me aside like past lovers.” His voice had become all but a whisper at the admission. He had finally come to terms with his feels for you. Just as he thought it may be to late.

Now here you were. Your soft warm hands had taken his own and holds them delicately. As if to much pressure would ruin the moment. Your owns eyes rimmed with tears at his words. It was nice to know you weren't the only one feeling this way. For all his anger and bluster you knew there was a good man deep down. If not misguided by years of seething betrayal. You were happy to be the one to break him free of that self made prison.

Pressing your plump body against his own. You press a soft lingering kiss to his muzzle. Causing a new warmth to seep into each of you. Feeling emboldened by your actions, he couldn't help adding to the sensation. Leaning forward he applied a bit more pressure. But pulled back as the angle became awkward. “Perhaps this would be better to try once I have my original form back.” He grinned as you shook your head and giggled.

Cupping his cheek you smiled with a mischievous glint in you gaze. “I'm sure that we can make it work in either form. With enough practice that is.”

Nodding at your suggestion. Trying not to ponder on just what the two of you could get up to in either shape. He layed down next to you in the bed. Wrapping his large angular form around your own pliable soft one. Sure that Anubis wouldn't mind the two of you resting after such an ordeal. Though it seems sleep was the farthest thing on both of your minds. You would have plenty of time for that later. For now you simply wished to bask in one another's company. Until the inevitability of the world would interupt you. Then you would take on whatever came your way together.

#the mummy #plus size reader #imhotep #chubby reader #chubby reader x Imhotep #jackal Imhotep #god anubis #alternate universe #canon divergence #werecreature #magic #slow burn #denial of feelings #potions #sleep #angst #love confessions #ghosts

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dramaticl0vers · 10 months ago

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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—

#ardeth bay x reader #the mummy #the mummy returns #ardeth bay #the mummy 1999

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dd122004dd · 1 year ago

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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.

#ardeth bay x reader #ardeth bay imagines #ardeth bay fanfiction #ardeth bey #ardeth bay #the mummy returns fanfiction #the mummy fanfiction #the mummy #The Mummy Masterlist #Ardeth Bay Masterlist

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odditycircus-2002 · 10 months ago

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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.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat 1 #oddball speaks #mk1 #shang tsung #Quan-chi #Quan-chi x reader #mummy reader #oddball writes #ask answered #request #starman14

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godihatethiswebsite · 1 year ago

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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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letsgobarbs · 18 days ago

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looooooops I must know about So This Is Love? and Bay? Bey? Bae <3

FREYA, SWEETHEART, HEY!!!

"So This Is Love?" is a Dieter Bravo x Queer, Muslim!Reader fic (me? writing another one of these? more likely than you think teehee 🤭)

It is based on this moodboard and drabble. It's giving angst, yearning, love between two college besties who go from being each other's safe space to complete strangers to reluctant friends to lovers. We're packing an emotional punch wrapped up in the unhinged mess and drama that our beloved Dieter is.

I had to giggle at the Bay? Bey? Bae <3 because I couldn't come up with anything intelligent to put down as the working title for my Ardeth Bay x Reader fic (Ardeth Bay? Ardeth Bey? But definitely a bae <33) that absolutely nobody twisted my arm to write (but I was very happy to know so many people were down bad for him). I've been screaming about it in @probablyreadinsmut messages lolz— check out the really pretty moodboard they made of him.

For now, it is an angsty, smutty one-shot of their previous lives where Reader is Imhotep's unloved, abandoned wife and Ardeth is her childhood friend turned bodyguard. But this one-shot actually doubles as a prologue for a longer Ardeth Bay fic which I have been dreaming of since I was 13.

It is still being outlined, can't put out shit my teenage self was daydreaming, she was a freak. The real question for the fic is— how powerful is too powerful? How OP can my reader insert be?

Thank you for asking and playing with me, my love <33

#ardeth bay fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction

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infin1ty-garden · 1 year ago

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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

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"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!

#alina starkov #alina starkov x reader #alina starvok #alina shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn y/n #the mummy #alternate universe #historical au #sun summoner

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random-imagines-blog · 2 years ago

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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

#Imhotep #Imhotep x reader #Imhotep imagines #The Mummy #The Mummy imagines #movie #movie imagines #request #imagines #x reader

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datenightfright · 2 years ago

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>.> 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.

#imhotep #the mummy #the mummy imagine #imhotep x reader #penelope speaks #ask answered

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admrlthundrbolt · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Stranger Things

Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

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How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

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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.

#imhotep #imhotep x reader #the mummy 1999 #the mummy returns 2001 #anck su namun #x reader #the mummy #ancient egypt #mummies #tombs #fanfiction #love

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sherrybaby14 · 6 years ago

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Blessing or a Curse?

Request: I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’ll do a Mummy movie Imhotep dub con where when you accidentally raise him and he makes you his thinking of it as a gift type shenanigan.

Response: I would love to.

Pairing: Imhotep x reader

Warnings: Dub-con, smut, Monster banging (He’s the Mummy, but he’s not A Mummy), alcohol

Fandom: The cinematic masterpiece The Mummy (1999)

Words: 4K

Most family’s heirlooms were jewelry, old photographs, vases, or even ornaments. Sure, yours had all of those too, but none as valued as the key. You picked up the strange object in your hand and opened it, loving how quick the spiked points set out.

“What does it open?” You’d been obsessed with the question since you first found out it was a key.

“Nobody knows.” Your aunt’s voice broke your concentration. “Like a lot of the family secrets it was lost with time.”

“Along with most of the family.” You sat down on your aunt’s couch. “Do you really think we’re cursed?”

The family tree and fortune traced back to 1926, a couple named Rick and Evelyn O’Connell. They were your great aunt and uncle. You’d seen some dusty photographs, but saw no familial resemblance. Your great grandfather was Evelyn’s brother, but you looked even less like him. Maybe that’s why you felt you never belonged.

“I’m not sure bringing up curses when you’re here for a funeral is fair.” Your aunt sat next to you.

“I’m so sorry. That was rude of me.” Your Uncle was only buried yesterday.

“It’s okay.” Your aunt reached out and squeezed your hand. “I know you’ve had your share of loss too. If the family is cursed, may as well be cursed together. I need a drink. Would you like one?”

“Please.” You needed something to break the tension. “Are you sure you don’t mind me staying? Would you rather be alone?”

“Don’t be silly.” She walked over to the bar. “I live alone in a mansion in England. You live alone in a shoebox in whatever country you’re staying in now. Take off your boots and stay awhile.”

“I never put down roots.” You held your hand out for the drink. “Maybe then the curse won’t catch up to me.”

“Smart girl.” Your Aunt cheersed you. “Now distract me from my husband’s death. Tell me some of your world travels.”

Two weeks at your Aunt’s and you were getting stir crazy. Ready to move on and resume trying to search for whatever it was you were searching for. She wasn’t ready for you to leave yet. So if you couldn’t explore the world you would explore the mansion.

You could tell it was built for another time. Updates over the years had ruined some of the 1920s charm. You barely got cell reception and the only time the internet worked was if you were close to the router. These walls were thick, not designed for WiFi.

The attic was your favorite space. Antiques no longer desired and an occasional random old thing someone didn’t want to throw away but didn’t want around either. You were looking at a box of dresses, holding them up to your frame and wondering if any would fit you.

You twirled in front of an antique mirror, laughing at the style. BOOM! The thunder was followed by lightning. It took you off guard and you tripped. You tried to steady yourself, but your feet were off balance. You crashed into the mirror, knocking the thing to the ground underneath you.

It happened so fast you didn’t know how to respond. Shards of glass were all around you. From what you could tell you weren’t cut, but you had to push yourself up with skill to avoid the pieces.

“Shit.” That mirror was probably worth more than your car.

You hoped your aunt wouldn’t be too mad. You readied to push yourself up, going slow to not cut yourself, once you made it to your feet you looked at the destroyed antique. All over some thunder.

You were about to leave to get a broom when something caught your eye. The base of the mirror. With the glass cracked you realized it wasn’t a base at all. It was a book. The spine gold and the black pages hidden behind the glass.

“Hidden?” Why would anyone hide a book? And in a mirror? You reached down and grabbed it. It was heavier than expected. Like the pages were pure metal. Ancient symbols were on the cover, but that wasn’t what excited you. It was the shape. The strange sun.

Your eyes flared with excitement. You no longer cared about the dress or the glass as you ran toward the stairs. This was it. The most important heirloom. The key.

You were almost shaking with excitement by the time you made it to the sitting room, grabbing the relic you dropped to your knees. The sound of the rain hitting the windows background static to your own thoughts.

In seconds you had the key opened and put it on the page. It fit so perfect you almost fainted from excitement. Then you turned and the edging of the book popped open with such satisfaction. You flipped it open.

Egyptian. Ancient. Like your entire family tree, you’d spent some time studying the culture. You grabbed your phone. No service. That meant you had to wing it with your little knowledge. Your fingers scanned the page.

Each symbol you recognized you spoke the words out loud. Unsure what they meant. When you finished the page, BOOM! Another crack of lightning.

You snapped your head to the door as it felt like all the air was sucked from the room and the power went out. Your head cleared and it sounded like the wind was screaming.

What frightened you more, was what they were screaming: no. A chill went down your spine. You shut the book and locked it again.

“What a storm.” Your aunt walked in. “What’s that?”

“I found it in the attic.” You rose from the floor. “I’m so sorry, but the lightning scared me and I broke a mirror.”

“More bad luck for this family.” Your aunt rolled her eyes. “You want a drink? Power is out, not much else to do around here.”

“Sure.” While your aunt was turned around you took the key out and flipped the book over.

Something felt off. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but didn’t think you should tell your aunt about the book. It was just the storm, and the fall on to all that glass. A drink would calm your nerves.

The dreams started that night. You tossed and turned, fisting the sheets, sweat dripping down your brow.

He was handsome, strong, powerful. His voice was deep and commanding. You didn’t know what he was saying. His language was dead, but he loomed over you, his hand stroking your cheek.

Even though you didn’t understand his words you understood his touch. He was evil. Damned. But he was gentle to you, almost grateful. Like he wanted to thank you. But as his lips moved closer to yours your blood turned to ice.

The same scream of the wind left your lips as you woke up in bed, your chest heaving. You glanced around the room. Alone.

It took a moment to collect yourself, your chest heaving from the nightmare. Who was the mystery man? What was he saying? Why did it feel so real?

“Get your shit together.” You put your head in your hands. “It was a stupid dream.”

Something in your core told you it was something different, but you shook away the thought as you laid back down.

“You look like you could use some coffee.” Your aunt didn’t take her eyes from the television, you wondered how she saw you.

“I didn’t sleep well.” You turned to see what had her attention.

The headline on the news said: Raining blood in Egypt. The talking head was rambling about some soil getting in the atmosphere and it not really being blood.

“That is insanity.” You cocked your head to the side.

“It’s on every station. Some people are saying it’s the sign of the end of days.” Your Aunt sipped her coffee. “But the more logical minds are talking about red soil dying the rain and global warming.”

“What side are you on?” You sat next to her.

“Oh honey.” She turned toward you. “The apocalypse has been happening for years. The world isn’t going to end with a bang, it will end with a whimper.”

“T. S. Eliot?” You didn’t take your Aunt for a poetry fan.

“Stephen King’s opening to The Stand.” She went back to the television. “Want to go shopping today? Get out of the house?”

“Sure. I want to be fashionable while I whimper to death.” You laughed as you went to the kitchen.

You felt his presence and shot up in your bed. He was sitting next to you and reached for your shoulder, being gentle as he pushed you back down.

“No, no, no, no.” You repeated the word, but he spoke over you. This time in another language, but still not one you understood.

He was trying to calm you, the tone of his voice almost had a coo, but his hand on your skin, the way he touched you. It was as if pure evil was in his veins.

“Please. What do you want from me?” You crawled back on the mattress until you hit the headboard and reached behind you for something to grab as he moved with you. Repeating words you did not understand.

His other hand came to your cheek too and he held your head in place, a warm smile on his handsome face.

“Imhotep. Imhotep. Imhotep.” He was saying the word on repeat.

“I don’t know what that means.” You were caged by him. “Imhotep?”

A devilish grin spread across his face as he leaned closer to you, your foreheads almost touching.

“Imhotep.” He lowered his lips.

You didn’t want the kiss, but at the same time you were desperate for it. When his mouth crashed into yours you shut your eyes, your heart and brain wanting different things, but it was obvious this man was only after one: your soul.

The thought made you open your eyes and when you did the kiss turned into a bone-chilling shriek. The handsome man was gone. You were kissing a mummy.

The dream ended like the last, with you popping up in bed, your chest heavy and head spinning.

“What the fuck?” You reached out for the glass of water on your nightstand. “Imhotep?”

It was gibberish meant nothing. But tomorrow you were going to do some research. Just to clear your head. You nodded as you laid back down.

“Only a dream.” You pressed your thighs together and noticed you were soaked. “Great, now you’re getting turned on from dead people.”

You rolled your eyes before shutting them. You needed sleep.

When you came down in the morning your Aunt was glued to the television again. This time the headline read: Egypt declares state of emergency.

“Did the red rain get worse?” You took a seat.

“No. It stopped.” She was glued to the television.

“The after effects that bad?” You imagined the cleanup would be gross.

“Nobody knows.” She looked hypnotized. “Here it comes again. Watch!”

The news switched to a reporter, walking the streets of Cairo showing the red grounds.

“As you can see the red rain has stopped coming down. Scientists have samples and are testing the liquid, but there are already rumors of sores appearing on…” The news reporter dropped his microphone.

Then the camera fell to the ground. Both people started walking, the only thing visible their feet. It almost looked like a parade was forming as a swarm of other feet entered the frame.

Even without the microphone, you could hear the one word they were chanting clear as day: Imhotep.

The news switched back to the talking head right as you gasped.

“The strange word they were chanting, Imhotep, scholars and researchers all over the world have been consulted. Nobody knows what it means. The origin is believed to be ancient Egyptian, but there is no known translation.” The Anchor shifted his notes.

“It’s a name.” You didn’t look away from the screen. “It’s his name.”

“They argued that earlier. No known records of any person in Egyptian history with that name. At least none of importance.” Your Aunt took another sip from her coffee mug.

“Because he was evil. They wanted history to forget about him.” Your stomach hurt as you sat on the couch. “Put down your wine and listen to me, please. This is important.”

“Wine?” Your Aunt looked away from the TV. “It’s 10 am. This is coffee!”

“Your husband just died. Nobody is judging you. But please, I need you to listen.” You pointed to the TV. “This. It’s all my fault.”

“You’re started a cult in Egypt?” Your Aunt rolled her eyes. “Made blood rain from the sky?”

“No. Imhotep did.” You swallowed. “But I summoned him.”

You blurted out the rest of the story in a frenzy. Dreams, book, the key. All of it. By the time you were finished, you were struggling for breath.

A concerned look crossed your Aunt’s face and she set her mug down. She reached out and put the back of her hand to your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright?” She pulled out her cell phone with her other hand. “I’m going to call the Doctor.”

“Listen to me.” You grabbed her shoulders. “It’s true. I can go grab the book and show you.”

“I believe you about the book.” Your Aunt sighed. “It was probably a stolen artifact. The house is filled with them. Seems the O’Connells weren’t too keen on leaving valuable things in their country of origin. But that’s all they are. Things. You can’t use them to summon Mummies.”

“But the timing, and the dreams! The book was in Ancient Egyptian!” You didn’t understand why your Aunt wasn’t putting it all together.

“Coincidence.” Your Aunt handed you her coffee mug. “Here. I think you need this more than I do. Listen to yourself Dear, you sound like one of the nutjobs that call into the shows. So you’re having a dream man? So you read a book. Reading a book never hurt anyone. You are thousands of miles away from Egypt. Use logic. Those people were probably polluted from whatever was in the rain. It’s much more likely government testing than a plague. All that Imhotep stuff is just an infection.”

You winced and glanced at the mug. Your anxiety ran out. She was right. Those poor people had been exposed to something and here you were thinking about Mummies. You took a gulp of the wine.

“I’m feeling a bit stupid at the moment.” You glanced down. “Thinking a country that’s in a crisis was caused by a mythical being. When I say that out loud…yeah.”

“Once this is settled down I will give the book and the key back to the Egyptian government.” Your Aunt took the mug back and took a swig. “Maybe then the curse on our family will be lifted.”

That brought a smile to your face. It was the right thing.

“And for heaven’s sake, if a hot man comes and visits you in a dream and you don’t want him, send him down to my bedroom.” She laughed. “After all, I’m on the market again.”

You rolled your eyes. She was right though. Why not turn the semi-nightmares into fun times? A dream was harmless.

When bedtime rolled around you were a little nervous, of course now that you decided you wanted to play along with your mind’s fantasy there was a good chance he wouldn’t show up. The thought kept circling your brain, making it seem like sleep would never come.

You’d been tossing and turning for hours. Never once getting close to riding off with the sandman. At three am you were about to give up and head downstairs to watch a movie or read a book.

As you sat up a hand reached out and touched your cheek. In the moonlight, you saw his features. Imhotep. He was here. You must have slipped into sleep and not realized.

“You’re here.” This time you put your hand on his, turning into his touch.

“Yes.” His English surprised you. “Because of you. For you.”

“And you speak my tongue now?” Your brain finally got it together in this manifestation of him.

“It took a few days to learn.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

Evil. He was cold and evil. You felt it in the contact and shuddered.

“You have nothing to fear.” He pulled away and tucked a hair behind your ear. “I will never hurt you. No harm will ever come to you.”

“I believe you.” You draped your arms around his shoulders. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

A candle next to your bed came to life, you glanced toward it, unsure how it lit on its own.

“A dream.” You reminded yourself. “None of this is real.”

“I am not real?” His finger hooked under your chin and turned your head to face him.

In the candlelight you got a better view of his face. It was beautiful and smooth. You ran your hand down his cheek. He felt real.

“Is this not real?” He ran his thumb over your lip before dipping his mouth again.

The power and coldness of his kiss were strange. Your brain screamed to run and shove him off, but it was like his ice spread to you with a burn as your tongue echoed his movements. Your head started to go fuzzy as his hands were on your nightgown. He pushed down one strap and then the other, pushing the garment down to your waist.

The kiss continued as you lifted your hips and he pulled down your panties with the garment, tossing them to the floor. His hand cupped your mound. You gasped into his mouth as his finger ran up your slit and palm pressed hard into your clit. One of his fingers teased your entrance and you grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, moving to your knees.

“How about this?” He pulled away and watched you with a flash of lust as he slid a finger inside of you with ease. “Is this real?”

You moaned and squeezed his shoulders as he pushed his hand up. His palm rubbing into your most sensitive spot while a finger worked inside you.

“It feels real.” You moved your head forward, wanting the kiss to resume. He smiled as his hand went to the back of your head.

“Thank you.” His lips crashed on to yours as his hand went faster.

Your hips started bucking on their own, the friction of his icy palm sending your body into a whirlwind. The dizzy head came back and you couldn’t continue the sloppy kiss. Your head fell forward on his chest as your lower body took priority.

“I am here for you.” He kissed your neck. “You will come with me.”

“I am going to cum now.” You were panting as your body began to bubble over.

“Not yet.” He laughed.

What the fuck? Since when did your dream turn into an orgasm denial? Even though he said no, his hand did not slow down and you were about to burst.

“First, I will thank you.” He scraped his teeth on your neck. “Then we will leave.”

The word “leave” cleared things up and your body exploded around his hand. Waves of heat and relief made you tingle as your throbbing slowed. Apparently, dream man who learned English in a day’s lessons didn’t include slang.

His hand went to your shoulder as his finger left your body making you whimper.

“Where will we go?” You kept your eyes on him as he guided you to your back.

“Home.” He stood up and pulled at his robe.

Your jaw hit the ground when you saw what your imagination had dreamed up for his cock. It was the largest you’d seen in your entire life. The sight sent more juices to your core.

“Home?” You shook your head. “I don’t have one.”

“You do with me.” He leaned over you, making you feel smaller than you were. “Forever.”

He ran the head of his cock down your pussy and stopped. You tried to relax as you bent your knees. He pushed inside, burning and stretching in all the right ways. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you fell into the mattress.

“Who are you?” You barely got the question out before you whined.

“Imhotep.” He bottomed out and rocked his hips into you, his head poking at your cervix.

It hurt in such a delicious way you lifted yourself to meet him, your nails digging into his biceps as he leaned down to kiss your collar bone.

“What does that even mean?” You didn’t know how you were asking questions when he felt this good.

“It means I am here for you, because of you, and I will be taking you home.” He pulled out, making you shake, but then pushed back in right away giving your toes a curl. “You will come with me.”

“Yes.” You let out a moan, the answer in the dream being the same regardless of the form of come he was referring too.

“Good.” He started thrusting faster, your bodies rolling into each other. “Enjoy.”

You nodded. His eyes flashed and then he started going even faster. Fucking and filling you in ways you didn’t know you could dream of, his cock slamming into you with such speed your entire body felt alive.

It didn’t take long until you were a mewling in chaos. Thrashing to meet him, but hovering in ecstasy. A layer of sweat formed over your entire body. All the rocking and pumping made you needier than you’d ever been in your entire life.

“Please.” It came out as a whisper.

“Of course.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Take what you need.”

Your eyes popped open at his words. Take it. This was your dream and you were ready to cum. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, flexing your body up as he railed you. Holding his cock inside your body at the angle you needed.

The release started to form again. A coil in your stomach tightening like a spring. You bucked and dug your nails into his arms.

“That’s it.” He cooed into your ear. “You will come with me.”

The candle blew out, sending the room into darkness right when your orgasm hit. Maybe it was that or maybe it was so intense your vision blew. In the darkness you only saw an outline of him, but you couldn’t focus on anything anyway. Your head swam with pleasure and your body felt like it was on fire with euphoria.

He let out a grunt and bottomed out, he was filling you, claiming you, owning you. Your head fell back into the pillow.

“What a dream.” You regretted not taking the enjoyment the first night.

“Sleep.” He whispered as he softened inside of you.

It was an order more than an idea. Your dream vanished and you fell into unconsciousness.

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