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fallen-angel-92 · 1 year
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A Mummy Rises
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Rating: Mature
Warnings: Violence, cussing
A/N: Hello all! Here is a Bucky fic that was inspired by the Mummy (1999). So I believe this would be a slight crossover fic. I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: James had escaped. Going through many obstacles to ensure he was never discovered. He took any odd jobs he could find to make it through the day. Until he got a deal that would set him up well. All he had to do was guard an ancient Egyptian city no questions asked. It went downhill and he was forced to go on the run again. Until he is asked to return to the city he escaped from. Despite all his instincts telling him not to go back, he was not about to watch a woman go running off into the unknown with only her brother for company. Life was about to take an interesting turn for him.
Chapter 1: The Cursed Sands
Beneath the burning sand a small caravan of trucks arrived at the city of Humnaptra. As soon as the vehicles came to a stop. Several men exited from the vehicles, one such man was a muscular six foot male. His blue eyes scanned the surrounding desert as well as the old ruins of what appeared to be an Egyptian temple. He was thankful that the heat didn’t bother him as much as it would a normal person.
“James! Help set up defensive positions around the outskirts of this place!” The commander of the Mercenaries called out.
James didn’t say anything back, simply nodding his head, before turning to the other men that were exiting the other jeeps. As he began to bark out orders for the other men, it was then he noticed the familiar skinny male slowly try to seemingly hide behind others.
“Beni! Stop hiding behind Mark and get your ass to the wall,” James barked out causing the thin sweaty man to let out a squeak as he replied back with a stutter,
“Y-Yes sir!”
James watched the man begin to scuttle to a nearby wall and began to set up his rifle in case they got attacked by any enemies. Once the men were in place James lifted his arms up and pulled his dark brown hair back into a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. James checked his tan colored bullet proof vest and as he did so he noticed a glint coming from his left arm, quickly he reached up, pulling down the long sleeve of his dark red shirt. He glanced around making sure that no one saw his arm before making his way over to the commander.
“I must say I am surprised Hamunaptra is still in relatively good condition,” He said looked around, however, James quickly spoke out softly,” The men are in position.”
The commander turned to glance at him, nodding his head as he replied,” Good. Go join them, our other entourage should be joining us within the hour.”
James said nothing, simply nodded his head as he turned and made his way over to the other men, taking his position along the decaying wall of old clay bricks. Within the next few hours more vehicles and men arrived. It was then that he noticed that everything seemed to be falling into place, however, he had a gut feeling that something was coming. Just then an alarm was sounded signaling that enemies were approaching, quickly, James went to the section of wall that he was assigned to. As all the soldiers quickly got to the wall, James could see hundreds of men upon horses with guns and swords.
“Men ready yourselves! These bastards are here to take us out and to steal our treasure!” The commander yelled from behind them.
“You better not run again Beni,” James muttered with a hint of irritation as the skinny man that was next to him.
“I won't. Your strength gives me strength,” Beni replied weakly.
The men waited for the signal to fire as the men on horses continued to rush toward them as soon as the command to fire was signaled, James quickly pulled the trigger and fired at the closest men that were to him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Beni panic, throwing down his weapon as he quickly made a mad dash to the buildings that were behind him.
“Asshole,” James snarled as he finished the last few bullets in his magazine before quickly reloading his M four carbine.
Unfortunately, for James the men on horses had broken through their lines and the true fighting began. James quickly retreated back, at the same time he fired at any men that got too close to him. When his M four ran out of ammunition he quickly pulled out his M Seventeen handgun that was holstered on his right thigh and fired at the man that was approaching him on his left. Once the man fell off his horse James turned, running toward the nearest entry way, just as his sight was set onto the nearest dorm he could see Beni inside and as he got closer Beni closed the door in his face.
James punched the door with his left arm causing the door to fracture from where his fist met the stone door. James let out a soft growl before quickly ducking out of the way from oncoming bullets. James quickly ran left as he ran, he could hear the sound of hooves approaching him. He turned slightly to the left, firing his gun over his shoulder, killing two more men. Eventually, he reached a dead end where there was only an Anubis statue, just as James turned around he was met with several guns pointed at him. He clenched his gun tightly in his hand as he stared at the men dead in the eyes.
James then raised his gun quickly, just as he was about to let loose to fire at the men, their horses got spooked, throwing one of the men off its back while the others turned and ran away. As James stood there, gun still raised, unsure of what had transpired, slowly he lowered his weapon when he heard a strange sound from what he thought was coming from behind him. As he slowly turned he didn't see anything, only the statue, soon the voices slowly grew louder and he could barely make out the words of what was being spoken.
You will die. You will die.
James instantly went to raise his gun again when he was suddenly hit by a wave of sand. As he moved out of the way of one wave, he was struck again by another and then another. James managed to get away just to see a face with a gaping mouth become present in the sand. A feeling of evil slithered up his spine as put away his gun, turning to make his way out of the city of Hamunaptra. James did his best not to look at the bodies of the many men that were slaughtered upon the ground as he ran out the city. James knew he would have more nightmares within his sleep, if he got to sleep again, by the blood shed this day. James ran a good mile away from the city, but stopped when the feeling of being watched engulfed his being took over him. 
James slowly turned around, upon a large cliff he could see the outlines of several men on horses. Not wanting to fight anymore that day, James turned back around and continued to run into the slowly setting sun. James continued to run, not knowing where he was going, only that he had to find a place to rest and keep his head low. James eventually had to slow down to conserve his much needed energy, he watched as the last lights of the sun slowly ebbed away and he mentally prayed he would never have to return to the cursed city. Unfortunately for him, that was not going to be after all fate has a way to force one to face their fears and their fate.
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junkfoodcinemas · 10 months
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BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig
EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) dir. Lee Cronin
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kathaynesart · 4 months
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Out of the frying pan and into the fryer we go.
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Whew, finally done! Sorry it took so long, this is the largest update I've done yet clocking in at about 15 pages (compared to my usual 7-10). Also, congrats to those who guessed Todd for the distraction! Poor guy went through the last of his mystically preserved lemons just for this moment. What a bro.
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this headline is sending me into the stratosphere
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motherdanger · 5 months
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this genre of photos
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sharkylad · 1 year
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DONNIE SWEEP DONNIE SWEEP!!!
I need him to take this home, you don't understand
HE MUST WIN THE @autismswagsummit PLEASE I NEED THIS
Anyways I sketched this before the poll was over but it still applies.
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societyclub · 11 months
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THE EVIL DEAD (1981) dir. sam raimi EVIL DEAD (2013) dir. fede alvarez EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) dir. lee cronin
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cupcakeslushie · 3 months
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Baby girl? No, Final Girl.
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mikelogan · 26 days
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EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) dir. Lee Cronin
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madame-mortician · 1 month
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This is me if you even care
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scatterbrainedbot · 3 months
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ok but the ghibli vibes of @triona-tribblescore 's wandering guardian au???
like i could live in this world forever tbh
inspo boards/refs below ft trionas SPECTACULAR GORGEOUS AMAZING og works of the au bros
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hellboys · 10 months
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EVIL DEAD RISE (2023) dir. lee cronin THE SHINING (1980) dir. stanley kubrick
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EVIL DEAD RISE // dir. by lee cronin
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mithryl-draws · 6 months
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just something i noticed about a few of my faves
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lambjurk · 6 months
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they flirt kinda weird…
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morverenmaybewrites · 2 months
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Once they are in a relationship, do you think Jason would be more comfortable sleeping in a bed with reader or alone? I could imagine either for various reasons
I think for a long time, Jason would be more comfortable sleeping alone, all the while desperately wanting to physically sleep together.
At any stage in the relationship, but especially in its early stages, Jason would be deeply insecure about how his trauma and his work could affect his partner.
He'd come home at odd hours: at dawn, just before the sun rose, perhaps midday after a particularly long case, reeking of blood and gunpowder. And he'd find himself moving as quietly as he could in his own home, doing his best not to disturb you. He'd probably just collapse on the couch than risk waking you.
Then, there were the nightmares, the ones that would have him wake up with a scream still lodged in his throat, the ones that would have him rising from the bed on shaking legs, so that he could vomit in the bathroom sink.
The ones that he would do anything to hide from you.
Because while he trusts you, there is a part of him—the part that had once been Robin, the part that had been left alone to die in the dark—that is terrified you will leave when you find out just how broken he is.
I think for the most part, he'll want to sleep alone, even when he needs the comfort.
There might be days when you catch him off-guard, though. Perhaps after a particularly rough case, one that has him stumbling through the doors of your shared home, already half-asleep with exhaustion. Perhaps he'll find you reading a book in a patch of sunlight by the window. Perhaps you had just finished baking, and the house smells like coffee and freshly-risen dough.
And for a second he'll think that he doesn't want to be alone.
"Busy?" he asks in a voice so ragged with exhaustion that it doesn't even sound like him.
When you shake your head, he'll find himself sitting right next to you on the couch, still reeking of blood and gunpowder.
When you try to ask about the case, he briefly considers lying.
But when he looks at you, he finds that he doesn't want to lie. Because even through the thick leather of his gloves, your hands feel warm against his. Because you look beautiful in the honeyed light.
Because, he thinks, that maybe you will not leave him alone in the dark.
"Can I stay here?" he asks.
"Jason," you say. "this is your home, too."
Home, he thinks.
He hasn't had that since Wayne Manor burned down.
This time, he does not move quietly as he removes his helmet, his gloves. They hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thump.
This time, he does not move away.
Instead, he lays his head on your lap, and lets himself melt against the warmth of your skin. He watches the sun dance across the ceiling of the apartment, and he inhales the scent of coffee and freshly-risen dough and the sweet scent of you.
He feels your hand gently stroking his hair and he thinks: yes, this is home.
This time when he sleeps, he does not dream.
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