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atlasscrumpit · 2 years
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How Moon Knight characters would react to you asking for pads:
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hart269 · 2 years
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Look me in the eye and tell me they didn't have any chemistry 🧪.
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Khonshu. Time has been cruel to you.
You'll never learn.
Why do this dance for the rest of the time.
*wraps her tail around him* We could've made this our paradise.
The last line literally screams *we could have had it all*
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Bloody Beetle | Part Eight
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Summary: you and Layla race to free Khonshu, before Harrow frees Ammit
Pairing: none really
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Ammit being manipulative, Harrow being Harrow, death...
A/N: can't lie, I barely proof read this because I just wanted to get it posted. im sorry it took so long!! as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)
Part Seven | Series Masterlist
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“Layla?” Your voice sounds as weak as you feel as you look up at Layla. Her face full of concern as she moves the blanket that Harrow used to cover you. 
“Oh thank God” she breathes a sigh of relief, helping you to get up out of the car. “What did he do to you?” 
“I’ll explain later. We have to stop him!” 
Layla explains her plan to you as the two of you make your way up the side of the pyramid to the opening created by Harrow. Get inside, find and realise Khonsu. Hope that he can somehow bring Marc back. The weakness in your body caused by his staff makes you stumble on the bricks a few times, but Layla helps you and eventually you make it inside the pyramid. Avoiding Harrow and his disciples you find the place where Khonshu’s ushabti is kept. You peer around the wall to see Harrow smash Ammit’s ushabti on the ground. Bright purple smoke swirls through the tomb as the giant crocodile goddess appears. Harrow and his disciples kneel before her. She is terrifying. 
“Got it!” Layla say as she grabs Khonshu’s ushabti, places it on the ground and stamps on it. Smoke pours out of it and forms a tall figure with a bird skull for a head, holding a large crescent moon staff. He looks down at the two of you. 
“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world. He died fighting no doubt.”
“Fighting your war!” Layla replies angrily.
“Can you bring him back?” You ask.
“I don't know. If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an avatar. Would you Layla El-Faouly protect the travellers of the night…”
“Are you joking?!” She hisses. “You turned Marc’s life into a waking nightmare. Why would I ever sign up for that?”
“Because you won’t win against Harrow and Ammit alone.” 
“I’ll take my chances.”
Khonshu looks at you and you just shake your head. He sighs. 
“Marc was in crisis over you two. His lack of focus got him killed. You need a plan, little bugs. What I offer…”
“I don't care what you can offer. Marc didn’t trust you. We don't trust you.” Layla takes a step closer to him now. “We will work together without you enslaving us.”
“We must rebind Ammit. Only an avatar can do it.”
“We said no.” 
Khonshu sighs before disappearing in a swirl of smoke. You peer back around the wall again in time to see Khonshu appear in front of Ammit, blocking her and her disciples from leaving. Harrow looks around. 
“There’s someone else here. Find who released him.” Harrow orders and his disciples split off to start searching. 
“Khonshu’s just given us away. We don't have much time before they find us.” You whisper to Layla as you move back behind the stone wall. “We need a plan.” 
Layla takes a look around the wall before turning back to you. “Osiris’ avatar is still alive. If I could get to him he may be able to help.” You move closer to her, peering around to see the injured man struggling to drag himself across the ground. Looking around you see two of Ammit’s disciples getting closer. 
“They’re getting closer.” 
“We need a distraction.” Layla thinks out loud and you get an idea. You don't like it and you're not totally sure it will work but it’s all you’ve got right now. 
“Okay.” Is all you say before you move to step out from behind the wall.
"What are you doing?” Layla grabs your arm. “They will kill you.” 
“He won’t.” You look her in the eyes. “Harrow won’t hurt me.”
“He already has, I mean, look at you. You can barely stand.”
“What other choice do we have? If they get to that man they will kill him. If they find you they will kill you too. But Harrow…” you pause, not wanting to admit what you're about to say “Harrow has feelings for me. He admitted it. He won’t let them hurt me.”
“Are you sure about this?” Layla asks after a moment. 
“What other choice do we have?” You repeat, sadder this time and Layla just stares back at you. She knows you're right. “Do what you can to save them.”
Layla nods and gives you a hug before you pull away and step out. You take a few short painful steps before the two disciples spot you and come running over, harshly grabbing your arms and dragging you away. You glance over your shoulder just in time to see Layla pulling the injured avatar to safety. At least the distraction worked. 
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“We found her.” 
“Y/N?” Harrow looks at you in horror. “How are you here?” 
“Guess I’m stronger than you think.”
“And who do we have here?” Ammit clicks and the disciples holding you push you to the ground, forcing you to kneel. You wince as your knees hit the cold stone floor and you keep your head down, not wanting anyone to see the pain on your face. You feel a clawed hand stroke the back of your head. “Look at me, little weakling.” When you don't do as she says, her fingers grip your hair and pull you head back so your forced to look up at her scaly green face. Her yellow eyes piercing into yours. “I recognise you. I’ve seen your scales before. And yet here you are, still breathing… Why is that?” 
She whips her head to the side to face Harrow, but her grip remains firm on you. 
“My goddess, forgive me.” Harrow says. You glance at him, he looks visibly shaken.
“You kept this one alive?” Ammit asks and Harrow nods. “ Despite my orders. Explain yourself.” 
“He kept her alive cause he fancies her.” A voice in the crowd calls out before Arthur has chance to speak, one of the disciples steps forward. “I’d have happily done it for him, but he told us anyone who hurt her would be dead.” You understand now why everyone avoided you at meal times and around the camp. Harrow had threatened them. 
“It’s true, I do have feelings for her.” Harrow says. “My heart cares for her more than anyone I have encountered before. And that has stopped me from carrying out my duty to you, my goddess. I understand if you decide that I am unfit to be your avatar and choose someone else to carry out what lies ahead.”
“Hmmmm” a low, almost growl like hum comes from Ammit as she loosens her grip slightly, caressing your hair as she thinks. “You are only human.” She moves her hand around to stroke your face “All humans have weakness, and she is yours.” She lets go of you and you slump down slightly, your body aching still kneeling on the ground as she walks toward Harrow. “Up until now you have proved yourself to be loyal, you have judged a great many unbalanced souls in my name. Therefore you won’t be punished.” 
“Thank you goddess-” Harrow starts but Ammit places one of her large fingers on his lips.
“But there is something you must do before we continue.” She leans down close to him and whispers something, causing Harrow to widen his eyes as he stares at you. She holds out her hand. A small ornate dagger appears in it. 
“I can’t.” Harrow is shaking.
“You must.” Is all she says as she hands him the dagger and steps back to watch. He looks at you and you know what she has told him to do. 
He has to kill you. 
“You don't have to do this.” You say quietly as he begins to slowly walk towards you, gripping the dagger tightly in his trembling hands. “Remember what you said to me in the car, what you told me. Why you kept me alive.”
“She doesn’t deserve this, she hasn’t done anything wrong.” Harrow says, turning his back on you to face Ammit.
“But she will.” Ammit replies.
“Spare her. Please.” He stands in front of you now, almost shielding you from her view as you cower on the floor behind him. “I beg you goddess, spare her life like you spared mine and I will never question you again.”
“She has to die.”
“WHY?!” Harrow shouts now. “What could she possibly do in the future that is so bad that she deserves this?!” 
“She will be the one to kill you.” 
An eery silence falls on the room.
“No” you say quietly as you try to stand, your legs wobbling under you “no, no, I- I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t kill anyone. I couldn’t, Arthur I would never-”
He turns to face you, the shock making you stumble backwards, you trip over yourself and fall back down.
“You love her, but she doesn’t love you.” Ammit says. “I’ve seen in her heart. She doesn’t even like you. She pretends to tolerate you so that you’ll keep her alive. But in the end, she will betray you. And it will be your undoing.”
“She’s lying.” You stare up at him as he stands over you. There’s pain and betrayal in his face. He believes her. “She’s manipulating you Arthur!” 
“How long have you known me? How long have you known her?” Ammit purrs as she comes to stand behind Harrow. “When have I ever lied to you?”
He continues to look at you without speaking. 
“I’m not going to kill you.” You say, shaking your head. “Please… Arthur…”
He holds his empty hand out for you to take. You let out a small sigh, placing your hand in his. He gently pulls you up so you're almost standing face to face with him, and you give him a small smile.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, a quick flash of purple light in his eyes.
Suddenly the wind is knocked from you as the dagger plunges into your stomach. You place your hands where the pain is, looking down to see them coated in red.
“Arthur…” you look back at him again in shock, Ammit’s face smiling over his shoulder as you drop back down to the ground, curling up on yourself into a ball.
“Now you have proven your loyalty to me, we can begin to cleanse the world.” Ammit says, turning her back on you and walking towards the exit. Harrow continues to look down coldly at you for a moment before turning away and following Ammit out of the tomb, leaving you to die. 
You hear your name and roll over just in time to see Layla running towards you before you can no longer keep your eyes open and you finally slip away into darkness. 
the end
...just kidding... Part Nine :)
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stupidbeemeen · 1 year
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Let Ammit comfort you.
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nicktremblaywayfu · 2 years
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Loving the Gods : A Headcanon list
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(I really love the Gods but sadly there are few headcanon lists about them so i wanted to make my own)
Note :
This consist Khonshu, Ammit, and ofc, Taweret. And Readers are able to see them without needing to be an avatar
Reader is Gender Neutral
SFW
Khonshu
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We all know that he's a manipulative ass yet somehow attractive enough. The start of your love journey with him won't be smooth
You need to set boundaries with him, especially if you choose to be his avatar.
It's not that he wanted to hurt you. Being misfit of the ennead who is never respected making him like this. Deep inside he has insecurity and anxiety that you'd leave him like others do
Ofc, it's not an excuse. But you can convince him how to treat you better. You can always convince him to change his perspective towards you
You slowly realize that Khonshu is actually a good lover without all those red flags (duh)
He doesn't have a mouth. So a kiss would be him nudging his beak softly. To your cheek, lips, stomach, anywhere you wish
In this alternate story, you helped Marc to be free. So you maintained a close relationship with him as his gratitude
Marc despise Khonshu but he remembers what Khonshu likes and dislikes. He'll help you with it
Your first date would be set right on the full moon date of this month. You may think it's just a casual dinner-picnic, but nah. It's actually a fancy dinner with a really good Cairo view and full moon above you. Jake is still Khonshu's bestie and he's a master of date arrangement between of the trio. Thanks Jake !
Your relationship would consist so many arguments on the start but that's completely normal. Slowly, you both come to an understanding and arguments have become less necessary
Khonshu realized that he often hurted his little worm (it's his pet name. It's not romantic but at least he tried) so he'd become more careful with his words and actions.
He'd still insult you if he's pissed but you're getting used to it. Infact, you know it would be something serious if he calls you with your full name instead of insults.
Pretty much protective and easily jealous. But never make a serious deal out of it.
He genuinely cares about you. Ammit can broke all his bones but once he sensed you're in danger, he'll get up without any scars and teleported to save you
If you choose to be his avatar, he'd give you a choice what suit design you want it to be, with a mix of his taste ofc
However, there's one thing that you can't change; His tantrum. You can handle it in private place but public? People would be scared seing stuffs flying around or a giant bird god on his wrath
To calm him down, you can give him what he wanted instant, or take his hand and bring him to somewhere quiet. Rub his beak. He loves it, but he hates to admit it
His tantrum actually exhaust him for some reason. Gods don't need rest but Khonshu's case is different this time
He can shapeshift from a kaiju size to a pocket size. So he can sleep anywhere. Beds, floor, couch, wherever that is. He likes being bigger so you'd ended up sleeping on him instead.
He's not soft and squishy definitely, but comfortable enugh for you to rest your body. Khonshu doesn't need sleep but he enjoys it with you and you only
Ammit
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Oh this crocodile lady. Loving her is like walking through cliff with a fragile bridge. One wrong step and you're on her red scale list !
but that's what makes you interested on her. You want a challenge. You want to make this like it's the last time you ever love someone
she's not as harsh as Khonshu. But she can and will manipulate anyone for her benefits. Doesn't make her morally better than Khonshu but that's on another story
Arthur will definitely be your rival. Be it as her disciple, or to be her one and only lover. (If you're into poly, Ammit would gladly accept both of you and Arthur's hand)
Old man has always tried to deny this hidden little feelings toward Ammit. But somehow he let it out after seeing you and Ammit walking together, even though you and her is not officially lover yet
Arthur is afraid that you'd take her attention fully. This is the moment you know someone is standing on your way
Arthur would pray religiously without fail every day, every night. He'd be the one that shows up the first when Ammit in need for help. Little did he knows, Ammit only sees those efforts as nothing but how her avatars should serve her
Eventually you win with little effort compared to your rival. But doesn't mean Ammit doesn't want to see you try harder
One day, you talk about her the way human love work. This is something that Arthur never talked to her. This is an entirely new, fresh topic for her
She's interested. She demands you for showing the way it works !
So you find the biggest boat you can get for a floating dinner on a big river. This is where your first date started
Ammit only devours souls but doesn't mean she'd refuse that delicious grilled fish you brought just for her.
The moon is dark. Khonshu is currently dormant for a while. Ammit will start to gossip like a teenager gossiping about certain people they hate. She'd tells you his flaws, his lanky bony body, his flying head, anything that she can talk. You're just listening and laugh. Topics will vary but Ammit will be the major conversation starter
She's actually as sweet as 10 spoons of sugar ! She's always been cold and judgmental this whole time but for the first time she shows her hidden soft side. She realized this and tells you to never tell anyone, including Arthur
She smiles softly to you, and it feels like she's out of her usual character. But that smiles was just temporary. Now she's back with her classic crocodile grin
She nudges her snout to you lips and stay for a few seconds. Then she asks you politely to bring her back, preventing the cult worried about you and her whereabouts
You can ask her to carry you, but only for 5 minutes lol. Usualy she'd carry in bride carry style
When you're back to the cult base, she'd bring you to her own chamber. Nothing sexual. Just you both talking for more hours until you fall asleep on her lap
She dislike PDA but once you're in private with her, be prepare with a giant crocodile showering you with cuddles and reptile kisses
Should you offer yourself to be her avatar, you'd be her fist. Arthur will spread the words while you enforce her judgement to worse people with serious potential of crimes. Your suit would be reptilian scale stylized and menacing to the non believers
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Taweret
Remember when she goes "LAaaAAAyyYYLLLaaaaAAA "? Yeah imagine that with your name
Soft cuddly hugs that would squish your lungs. She's very, very friendly with you. But if you don't tell her you specific romantic intend, she'd think that you're just being bestie with her
The biggest green flag out of the three. You still have challenge to gain that hippo soft and big heart tho
She can't tell the difference of flirting and being friendly. You have to be direct towards her !
This, ofc, would make the situations awkwards sometimes. Your sweet romantic words don't go smoothly as she would simply reply it with a thank you (in excited voice, but somehow it's still disappoint you a bit)
You dont have heart to be upset to her. She's just a ball of sunshine
Your relationship with her would be an unrequited love with a mix of slowburn, but filled with warms and joys
She'd ask you to be her avatar. She doesn't want you to serve her. She's just excited to have the coolest friend in the world as her avatar
You can say no ofc. But in this story, you don't have heart to refuse her sweet invitation
You being her avatar is unlike being Ammit's or Khonshu's avatar. You stays on her side all the time with her designing fabulous costumes just for you
Sometimes you forgot that you are her avatar. It feels like you're just being a really close best friend to her instead of a goddess's medium
You gave her a sketchbook and teach her to draw. Just a basic fundamentals, especially on clothes design and folds
Taweret, being a bundle of joy energy, would jump around and give you the warmest hug
You are her muse. You'd see yourself in the book with so many awesome costume design. Some are the one you have tried, some are new
You have no clue that Taweret actually slowly develop romantic feelings towards you. She's nervous about it but she managed to hide it
Until one day she asked you to hang out in a real world field of reeds. It's not an afterlife. A literal hill filled with reeds and beautiful sunset
She wanted you to see her masterpieces. You open each sheet carefully, until you reach one drawing that pick your attention the most
It's you and her, in the hills, with her hugging you from behind and loves symbol decorating the sketch
You're stunned with the picture. You always thought it's an unrequited love for you. You look at Taweret, now is giggling and blushing
She asks if she can kiss you and the time she hears yes, your face is already full of kisses
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artsyanapink · 2 years
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Ammit 🛐🛐🛐
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She can step on me all she want
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boy-cow · 2 years
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Ammit can step on me just saying
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ok i love the giant bird
but i cant be the only one who simped for the giant crocodile right
Damn, the crocodile lady was fine as hell! Deginetly not the only one for sure
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melodygatesauthor · 7 months
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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 1: Intoxicating
Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader
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Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3
Chapter Summary
Marc sees you for the first time and can't understand why you smell the way you do. The aroma is intoxicating, and he's determined to get closer to you, despite Khonshu's rules.
Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)
Major Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!
Word Count: 3.2k
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When Marc first saw you, he was overwhelmed by your scent.
The blood coursing through your veins held an aroma so sickly sweet that he found himself dizzy from the smell. He stepped into the lofty, spacious room where an oversized, and over-embellished, chair sat at the back. The enormous windows behind the chair faced out to the ocean, stretching on for what felt like forever. Khonshu liked to call this his ‘throne room’; a pretentious name fit only for someone who thought all too highly of himself.
“Marc, isn’t she wonderfully fragrant?” Khonshu asked from where he sat in his chair, touching the small of your back. His deep voice broke Marc from his thoughts.
Marc cleared his throat, scowling at the display in front of him. You were there, standing timidly with your wrists and ankles bound by enchanted gold chains, and Khonshu was next to you, seated like a king, legs spread wide as though he didn’t have a care in the world. You were dressed like the other cattle: ivory-white, flowing dress covering your body, though leaving your neck well exposed in case Khonshu felt hungry on a whim.
“Yes sir,” Marc agreed, body stiffening as he tried to fight his primal urges against your intoxicating smell.
“Found this pretty thing walking home from some dead end job, sobbing, living a meaningless life, isn’t that right little dove?” He started rubbing your back, and Marc saw your body tense in response. He hated when Khonshu got new servants. He hated to see how nervous they all were in the beginning.
“Y-yes,” you said, voice sounding small compared to the bass of Khonshu’s tone.
“Not so meaningless now. You have such an important job here.” He looked up at you with such adoration it made Marc’s stomach turn. “Harrow,” he said loudly, looking at the man on Marc’s left. “I need a report, did you succeed in delivering my justice tonight?”
Arthur Harrow looked over at Marc, long face twisted into an expression of disdain that he reserved only for the right hand of Khonshu. When Harrow looked back at their master’s face, his expression changed to one of admiration, but Marc knew the man’s hatred for him still festered just under the surface.
Marc listened to Harrow’s recollection of the evening’s events. It was a brief retelling of their struggles and successes, structured in a way to make Arthur sound like the heroic protagonist of the story, leaving Marc to look like his inept sidekick. Marc chuckled under his breath when Harrow mentioned rescuing a woman from a mugger. What he failed to add, was that the man doing the mugging was in his late sixties, frail, and nearly starving to death in an alleyway, just trying to get enough money to eat for the night. In other words, Marc wouldn’t have needed a suit or vampiric abilities to deal with him.
“Is something funny, Marc Spector?” Arthur asked, turning to look at his counterpart.
Marc shook his head, “not at all, continue with your very accurate and completely true story.”
Marc looked at you, heartbeat racing at the sight of your pretty face. A smirk threatened the corner of your mouth, you must’ve noticed him, but you kept your eyes on the ground. Marc’s lips turned up for only a split second knowing he’d entertained you. He hated Khonshu for always making the servants of the house avert their gaze, as though the undead were a superior race to the living. He hated Khonshu for many other things as well, but not being able to see the sparkle of amusement in your eyes at that moment was one of them.
Marc shared his own account of the uneventful evening. They’d saved some other ‘travelers of the night’, as Khonshu called them, and made sure to deliver justice to those who hurt them. He didn’t always see eye to eye with Harrow, but both he and Marc served one man, bound to him forever in an unfortunate blood pact, and for that they were very alike. He wondered sometimes if Arthur hated their master as much as he did, but Marc didn’t dare ask such a question out loud.
Khonshu looked up at you, smiling contentedly as he did before letting out a sigh, broad shoulders relaxing slightly.
“Very good,” he said, finally addressing both Marc and Arthur. “I’m hungry, so I’ll be taking my leave.” He looked over at Marc as he stood, running a hand through his thick black hair. “Marc, please attend to any queries as I would.”
Marc nodded, watching Khonshu rise, putting his hand on your upper back as he led you out of the room. Your scent left with you, not fully, but enough to allow the fog that weighed heavy in Marc’s mind dissipate. He was certain that if you smelled that good, you must taste equally as delicious…right?
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Why the fuck did you smell like that? Marc wondered moments later, sitting in Khonshu’s lavish chair in his absence. There was no reason for you to smell like that. So sweet, so delicious. Marc found himself salivating, quickly wiping his lips. It was embarrassing, the way you had made such a mess out of him after only moments of him being in your presence.
“Are you hungry sir? I can get your cattle for you,” one of the servants nearby asked, noticing that he’d wiped his mouth.
“No, no I’m…” he wasn’t fine, “I’m fine.”
He’d lived a hundred twenty-six years, and not once had he come across a scent like that. It didn’t make sense, and yet, it was permeating the air around him, making him feel mildly intoxicated once again. Harrow chuckled on Marc’s left, taking the man out of his daze. He scowled and looked over at him.
“What?” Marc questioned, tone laced in frustration.
Arthur shrugged, “hm? Oh, nothing. It’s just interesting to me, how much your age shows when you're faced with something unique, like the new cattle girl.”
“She just has a strong smell, it’s nothing,” Marc said firmly, bouncing his leg as he became more anxious.
“Right, of course,” Arthur’s expression was smug, condescending toward Marc in an attempt to rattle him.
“Why don’t you go find something to keep yourself busy, Harrow. I’m sure Khonshu wouldn’t want to think you were bothering me while I conduct his business.”
That struck a nerve, and Marc knew it would. Harrow had served Khonshu for many, many, years longer than Marc had. Hundreds longer to be more precise. Arthur was an arguably better servant as well. He would kill without question, spending no time on nuance and weighing the gray area brought on by guilt. Harrow would kill if he simply felt that someone was deserving. Marc didn’t like to fight that way, it felt wrong, and morally corrupt at its core. Marc would only kill if he thought it was a just punishment.
Despite Harrow being Khonshu’s loyal and unquestioning knight, always doing their master’s bidding without question, Marc was the one Khonshu favored most. Neither of them understood it, and both of them wished it were Harrow in that position rather than Marc. He never wanted to be Khonshu’s right hand, and when he was turned he didn’t know that’s what he was signing up for. Khonshu was good at keeping information from his servants. In fact, that’s how he managed to recruit so many. If he’d been upfront with them all, no one would have joined him.
“Khonshu is preoccupied at the moment, I’m sure–”
“Ooh,” Marc taunted, “then it would be really awkward if I had to go knocking on his door to tell him that you were being a pain in my ass, wouldn’t it?” Marc looked at Harrow, both eyebrows raised in anticipation for the rebuttal that never came.
Once Harrow left, frustrated and grumbling to himself, Marc tried to find other ways to occupy his mind, and to get his thoughts off of you. He spoke with the servants, making small talk about the weather, as though he gave a shit about whether it was raining or the skies were painted in blue. He just needed to take his mind off of you, because the more he thought about you, the more he felt his body aching with hunger.
There were so few rules that Marc needed to abide by that he’d be labeled a moron if he couldn’t manage to follow them. He could come and go as he pleased, so long as he did the work Khonshu required of him. Marc wasn’t allowed to turn someone, unless of course his master bid him to do so. And there was one rule, a big one that was upheld above all else…
Touching Khonshu’s cattle was absolutely forbidden.
That was how Marc got there, replacing the last Moon Knight that was dumb enough to try and pull one over on Khonshu. When his master claimed someone, by auction, coercion or otherwise, they were his. Marc had heard that Khonshu was kind to his servants, only taking what he needed, never drinking more than his fill. If one of his designated meals were tired or still recovering from a feeding, he would allow them time to rest before he used them again.
Marc also knew that they ate well. He saw the meals sometimes in passing being brought by the cooks to the rooms of the cattle. That’s how Marc learned that you liked strawberries, especially the large ripe ones. He would see the way the cooks made a point to pick through the smaller sour ones and toss them aside before bringing them to your door.
Were you spoiled, or did you figure that if you were going to be stuck there for the rest of your life, that you might as well enjoy yourself? Either way, a week after your arrival, Marc still wasn’t used to your scent, and it called to him both day and night. It was faint, unless he was in the same room as you, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to figure out why you smelled like that, even if it killed him.
Marc didn’t need the enchanted armor Khonshu had blessed him with to climb the wall outside to your bedroom, his jeans and dark t-shirt would do just fine. The armor only afforded him protection at will, and the crescent darts he used to deliver Khonshu’s justice. As a vampire, there was no mountain too high for Marc to climb, and no distance too far for him to run. His strength couldn’t be surpassed by even ten men, but everything came with a price.
He needed blood to live.
Without that iron flavored liquid, Marc would die. Not much could kill him, but the thirst for blood certainly would if he didn’t satisfy it. And the smell of yours was making him fucking feral.
Marc didn’t know what he was thinking, standing there in your room, watching you while you slept soundly. He had all he could to stop himself from draining your body of every drop of your blood in front of Khonshu, so what was stopping him now? Your master wasn’t around to save you, but Marc knew he could never forgive himself if he hurt you.
He knelt down by your bedside, touching your warm cheek softly with the backs of his fingers. Your breathtaking eyes fluttered open, meeting his in a gaze with a look that was as frightened as it was confused. He put a finger to his lips, shushing you, hoping like hell that you wouldn’t alert the household to his presence in your quarters; something that would surely land him in the thirst room for a minimum of half a century.
You nodded as you slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes and pulling away from Marc. It was a smart decision, he had no noble reason for being there. He just wanted to smell you. He wanted to feel you. You were doing well in your attempt to hide your fear, though he could tell you were petrified. Your breathing was ragged, and your pupils blown wide.
“Why do you smell like that?” He said in a low growl, leaning forward on your bed, nuzzling your neck and inhaling deeply, “so fuckin’ sweet I…fuck.”
“W-what are you do–”
“Shh, I’m not going to hurt you, I just…” he inhaled again, breath ragged and harsh in your ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He repeated, not sure who he was trying to convince more, you…or himself.
“O-okay,” you said in the softest, and shakiest, voice he’d ever heard.
Marc really wasn’t going to harm you, though it took every ounce of his strength not to. He wanted to devour you, drink you dry, absorb your warmth into every cell of his cold body. He leaned in more, pushing you back against the mattress, feeling every neuron in his brain firing with desire. He felt your hands, pushing gently against his chest in protest, but you clearly weren’t brave enough to try and fight back.
Marc felt his cock aching as it sprung to life against his jeans. Your legs were around him, though he could feel your knees digging into his waist in an attempt to close them. The heat from your cunt was maddening, radiating off of you through his clothing and making his dick leak profusely.
“Why the fuck do you smell like that?” He asked again, throat vibrating with a primal rumble. He breathed in your fragrant aroma some more, feeling his fangs extending in preparation to bite. “Never smelled someone so…hmmmm.”
“L-like…like w-what?”
That’s when he realized just how much you were shaking. As if he were awoken from a trance, Marc shook the delirium from his mind and slid off of you quickly, backing up to the wall, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He gulped, looking you up and down. You looked terrified, eyes wide with fear. Your bottom lip was trembling while you sat up and stared widely at him, like prey coming face to face with a predator. 
“I’m sorry,” Marc said, still panting heavily. He didn’t remember the last time he’d felt so breathless.
“You’re M-Marc, right?” You asked, looking him up and down, “I’m…” your name rolled off your tongue beautifully.
Cattle didn’t have names. Once someone was branded as livestock, a human whose job was to provide blood to their master, they were stripped of their previous life, including their name. Marc had been to other households. Some masters replaced their servant’s old names with new ones. Others had a numeric system, the numbers getting higher and higher the longer a vampire had been alive and using servants.
Khonshu preferred to keep his nameless. It made it less personal when it was time to dispose of old or sickly livestock, or when he got too carried away while feeding, leading to the unfortunate demise of a perfectly good food source. Marc knew you were privy to the rules. You knew damn well that you weren’t supposed to ever utter your birth name, and yet you were speaking it freely to him.
You trusted him.
“Look…I was never here, alright?” Marc swallowed hard, looking out at the moonlit sky. “I…I didn’t mean to scare you, I just…I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry.”
Without another word, and without looking at you again, Marc climbed through the window and dropped back to the ground, moving quickly around the side of the manor and back to where his quarters were. The pain of his cock pressing against his zipper ached like never before. He could still fucking smell you, and now your scent was on his damn clothes. It was a mistake going there, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad he did.
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He got into bed that night, stripped down fully, planting his feet firmly against his mattress, cock in hand and jerking himself off to the thoughts running through his mind. He balled up his shirt, holding it against his face and smelling your aroma still saturated in every fiber. His grip was firm around his girth, gliding over his length at a slow pace, imagining what it would be like to feel you on top of him.
Marc ran his thumb over the precum leaking out of the slit on his fat tip, using that to keep his palm slick while he worked. A pathetic whine left his lips, throat closing as he gripped the sheets and arched his back upward. You’d take him so well, he could tell just by the way you looked underneath him earlier. You’d cry and whimper but you’d love every second, begging him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk right.
He rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his cock between his abdomen and the mattress, grabbing the sides of the bed and rutting his hips forward. The grind along the smooth sheets was enough to electrify his entire body. Marc choked on the groan that threatened to leave his lips. He put the shirt on his pillow, burying his face in it, fucking the bed faster. If you had been under him, he would’ve broken you in half…or shredded you to pieces.
He bit into the shirt, growling lowly and continuing to roll his erection over the soft mattress  in an attempt to curb the growing need to have you. Your voice was so small, so sweet, so pretty. Fuck, fuck… The way you looked at him, afraid, timid, like he was going to hurt you. He wished he could say with confidence that he would never hurt you, like he had promised you earlier in your room, but he knew that was a white lie. He would always try never to hurt you.
He shuddered on his next snap forward, the friction becoming more slick as his leaking head left a mess in its wake. His grip on the sides of the mattress was tight enough to make his knuckles ache, aiding in his speed. He didn’t even care that the bed scraped against the floor with a loud shriek on every pass. He kept his nose deep in the fabric of his shirt, inhaling deeply, intoxicated with your smell combined with his. It smelled right, like your fragrances belonged together.
You belonged with him.
“Why does she…why does she smell so…so-fucking-good-ohgodohgodohgod…!”
Marc’s hips finally came to a stammering halt, warm sticky ropes of cum shooting out from his throbbing cock, making a mess of his bedding that he knew the servants would mumble about amongst each other when they thought he wasn’t listening. He huffed through his nose, hips still sliding his dick over the glob of slippery white that he created while thinking of you. 
He wasn’t a fool, but Marc hoped desperately that masturbating his nights away would be enough to satisfy his needs. Deep down though, he knew that was bullshit, and he knew that as long as you were around, his life was at risk.
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After being kidnapped by Harrow, you don't know whether to kiss Marc or kill him.
Warnings: Some swearing. Near death experience; reader almost drowns. Some inaccuracies regarding Harrow and Ammit's cane, but nothing drastic. Marc and Harrow may be slightly, a little bit, OOC. Lightly proofread. Word count: 2,784 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.
Requested by @ahookedheroespureheart. I know I promised this 2 weeks ago, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry this took 4 months to get written and get out, I hadn't actually forgotten about it, the prompt was sat in my drafts the entire time! Here's the original ask. It turned more into a Marc Spector fic than a system one, but Steven is mentioned.
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You wake up to a room that was unfamiliar to you. You could barely hear yourself groan at the splitting headache you had. You tried to open your eyes but everything just seemed too bright, and it made your head throb even more.
You tried to look around you but you could barely keep your head up, your eyes flickering shut no matter how many times you tried to open them; whatever you were drugged with was evidently still in your system. Your limbs felt heavy and you couldn’t really feel your legs. You could feel yourself getting hot and your breathing quickened as the panic settled in your chest heavily, more so when you found you were tied to a chair and couldn’t move.
You don’t fully remember what happened. You had just come home after an internal panic because your boyfriend (or potential boyfriend, you hadn’t actually had that conversation yet) had told you he needed to talk to you tonight, about something important. He didn’t specify what for, and maybe that’s why you didn’t notice the strange man in your flat. You were unconscious before you could even threaten to scream.
The chill of the grey stone room settled on your clammy skin, causing you to shiver, but you couldn’t tell if it was the cold, the drugs, the panic, or a combination of all. You tried to take deep breaths, seeing if that could help you in any way, but honestly, you felt the cold air to be stifling. What if you had been targeted for human trafficking? God, your boyfriend/not boyfriend always told you that you had to start keeping an eye on your surroundings, but you had just laughed at him and called you paranoid. What had you done to get yourself in this situation?
“It’s not what you’ve done, it’s more of who you know.”
The too calm, icy voice caused you to freeze. You hadn’t realised you had been muttering to yourself, a habit you had tried hard to break. You tensed as you felt the man standing behind you, his footsteps slow as he circled you. He evidently wasn’t in any hurry, feeling the need to analyse you in your place still tied to the chair.
As the drugs slowly left your system, you were able to look up properly, your sight coming more into focus. The man walked around with a slight limp, a glowing walking stick in his hand. He had shoulder length grey hair, and he was looking at you with an almost amused look on his face. You didn’t recognise him, but he was looking at you with familiarity, and the way he muttered your name caused a chill throughout your body, and you were positive that this time, it wasn’t the cold around you.
“I apologise for the circumstances in which we are meeting. You must have a lot of questions,” the man said. “But we don’t really have the time, I’m afraid.”
“What am I doing here?” you ask, your voice a little croaky. You held back the urge to cough. “Who are you?”
“Where are my manners?” the man chuckled, but you didn’t find anything even slightly amusing. “I’m Arthur Harrow. I’m the avatar of Ammit, a great Goddess, known for the time of judgment.” Harrow leaned forward, giving you a soft smile that wasn’t all too kind, making you feel slimy. “And you, my dear, are needed for someone’s attention.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand, I’m no-one. I don’t even…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You’re far beyond confused. You wracked your brain to see if you knew anyone who might have pissed off anyone even remotely important, but you get nothing. The name ‘Ammit’ sounded familiar though; there’d been some weird not-a-cult-but-it-was-definitely-a-cult activity near your neighbourhood, and you’d heard someone near the dodgy alleyway that led to the not-so-abandoned block of flats mention the name. You tended to avoid going that way on the way to work, but sometimes you were running late and that was the quickest route.
“Now, now, don’t get yourself so worked up,” said Arthur, mockingly patting you on the shoulder, causing you to flinch. “If all goes to plan, then you don’t have to get hurt.”
“Please,” you plead, tears coming to your eyes as you shake your head. “I don’t know anybody, please. I want to go home.”
“I can’t do that, I’m afraid. You see, Marc Spector and I are due a chat.”
Marc? What did he want with Marc?
Your heart hammered in your chest at the thought of your not-boyfriend. You bet Marc was wondering where you were, why you weren’t at your flat to greet him for dinner that night (how long ago was that night anyway? One day? One week?). Would he have called the police? He’d told you he had a stint in the military so maybe he knew people in high places to find you. Or, if ‘the conversation’ was going to happen at dinner, he might have been planning to break things off, so he might not bother looking for you again.
The thought sat heavy in your chest. What if that’s exactly what happened? What if you’re never found, and this is where you die? You felt sick at the thought of no-one finding you, not coming to get you, and leaving you to rot wherever you had been taken.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden sounds of distant gunfire, and muffled yelling. You stared wide eyed at the closed door, Harrow not looking the least bit bothered by the sudden sounds of violence. You could feel your chest tightening again with panic, your breathing quickening as you looked back at Harrow, who merely raised an eyebrow at you as he took a few steps forward. “Time to go.”
You start struggling again, shaking your head and pleading, “No, no, no,” over and over again as Harrow unbound you from the chair, pulling you along with him out towards the shouts and gunshots (he was stronger than he looked, and you were still a little wobbly on your legs). His grip on your upper arm was tight as you were dragged along equally freezing stone corridors, before coming into a large room, almost like a cave, standing on a small platform surrounded by a deep pool of water.
You felt the hairs on your arms stand up at the sudden silence. There were unconscious bodies – or dead, you weren’t sure – scattered around the opposite side of the room, a mix of weapons in their hands or strewn along with them across the floor. Harrow kept a tight grip on your arm, looking around with a furrowed brow, his jaw tight as you still struggled to escape his grip. You weren’t sure what he was looking around for, but you felt Harrow tense as a shadow crossed the wall, revealing a tall, muscled man in a suit of what looked like bandages, covering his entire body and a hood over his head. He was stood with his shoulders squared, his glowing white eyes aimed at you and Harrow.
Harrow smiled. “Nice of you to join us, Marc.”
Your eyes widened. Marc?
“They have nothing to do with this, Harrow,” the suited man – Marc – said.
You must be dreaming. There was no way any of this was real, from the kidnapping in your own flat to seeing a masked being (who might just be your boyfriend-not-boyfriend) with glowing eyes. You couldn’t stop staring. What was this? What was going on? Since when was Marc some vigilante, fighting against killer cults dressed like a caped mummy? What was happening?
“They got you here, Marc, and that’s all I needed.”
Marc called your name, his mask seemingly unravelling from his face. He looked a little battered and bruised, and his dark hair was a bit of a mess, but it was definitely Marc. He was looking at you with a panic in his eyes, something you’d never seen before in your few months of casual dating. “Are you okay?”
You shakily nod. “Not hurt.”
Marc gave a nod after looking you over before looking back at Harrow. “This is between you and me, and I’m not going to let you kill innocent people.”
“Ammit’s judgement rids the world of those who could do wrong; create a perfect, non-conflict world.”
Marc practically growled at Harrow. “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”
Harrow hummed, giving a small smirk at Marc. “Pity. You’ve let that bird get to you.”
You silently questioned what he meant by ‘the bird’, but Harrow’s sudden pull of your arm made you come face to face with him. Again, you struggled to separate from him, looking up at him with fear and you felt the dread settle heavy in your stomach as the nonchalant look on his face, Marc shouting your name from across the room. Harrow gave what was almost a sarcastic sigh of disappointment. “I’m sorry it ended this way.”
Before you could ask what he was talking about, tell him he didn’t sound sorry at all, you were violently pushed you towards the edge of the platform.
You let out a scream as you were thrown backwards, straight towards the water. You heard Marc scream your name before gasping as the cold water hit your skin, drenching you and water filling your mouth. You struggled against your bindings, the panicking settling deep in you. The water was deeper than you thought and you could barely make out what looked like Marc and Harrow fighting above you. Your lungs were already starting to burn, and the more you struggled, the more you sank further down into the water. You could almost touch the bottom, you surface darker and further away.
If you didn’t get out now, you would drown.
You pulled and pulled at your restraints, but your arms were useless after the drugging and being stuck in the same position for a long time. If you didn’t free your arms, you couldn’t free your legs to swim back to the surface. The water was freezing, and your muscles kept tensing, trying to keep what little heat you already had in your body.
Looking back up momentarily at the surface, you couldn’t see Marc or Harrow. You wondered what happened. You wondered if Harrow had won the fight, that Marc was suffering the same fate as you, sinking to the bottom of the pool, trying to fight his way to the surface. Marc had mentioned to you once that he wasn’t so fond of deep water and struggled to swim because of it.
You tried to hold back a sob, a few bubbles escaping your mouth as you gave another weak pull at your wrists, black spots appearing in your vision as you grit your teeth, trying to keep conscious. You don’t know how long you had been down here, but it seemed like Marc had either lost or left, probably cutting his losses. Like you said, you weren’t that serious, only casually dating. You hadn’t even had that conversation yet.
He'd meet someone new, probably. He was a good-looking guy, and very charming, he’ll have no problems finding someone else. And his hair…you wished you had ran your fingers through it more; those curls would melt even the coldest of hearts.
Yeah, Marc Spector would be okay.
You close your eyes, letting the darkness envelope you, barely noticing the figure diving in the water above you.
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Something was pushing heavily on your chest, over and over again.
It hurt, and you were sure that after dying, nothing should hurt.
“Come on,” grunted Marc, compressing again and again on your chest. “Breathe. Come on, baby, breathe!”
You felt his lips over yours, breathing air into your lungs. Your eyes snapped open and you spluttered, Marc pulling away from you quickly and turning you on your side, patting your back firmly as you coughed, your lungs still burning from the water you were practically spewing up.
Oh my God, you had almost died.
You lay back, gasping loudly, tears streaming down your face the pain you were in. Marc helped you sit up, muttering gently to you about not moving too fast, just to keep breathing. He was already cutting away at your ties, your feet and hands coming free in moments. You shivered, still in the cave like room surrounded by the water, the chill remaining deep in your bones.
You took a good look at Marc, who was no longer wearing his suit, seeing that he was also soaked to the bone, obviously having jumped in the water after you. You heart warmed at the fact that he chose to go in after you, even after his aversion to water. You leapt to him, wrapping your arms around him, wanting – needing – him as close to you as possible. After a moment’s hesitation, Marc’s arms slipping around you, pulling you even closer to him.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“I’m okay, baby,” said Marc, his face buried into your neck. “A little beat up but I’ll be okay.”
You both stay in each other’s arms for a few more moments, before the reality of your situation begins to creep back into your mind. Your kidnapping; Harrow and his cult; Marc being a white bandaged superhero –
“Where’s Harrow?” you ask quickly, pulling away frantically and looking around. The chamber was empty aside from the unconscious bodies and you and Marc.
Marc shook his head. “He’s gone, don’t worry about him for now.”
You turn your head to look at Marc, eyes wide. “What are you?”
Marc bit his lip nervously before he stood, holding his hand out to you. “Can you walk?”
You shakily stood, grabbing Marc’s hand as you balance yourself. You were a little wobbly but you were confident you could walk. You nod as Marc suddenly leads you out of the cave room, and you were thankful to see the back of it. You had so many questions for Marc, and as you both were walking out of wherever you were, you were spewing so many at him. His grip on your hand tightened the deeper into the cave system, still not answering your questions. You had the feeling he might just avoid the conversation all together.
You soon made it out of what felt like the maze you were trapped in, feeling the much warmer air against you skin. You took a look around, your mouth falling open at the sight of the Pyramids of Giza ahead of you.
Egypt. There was no way you were in Egypt.
“I’m in Egypt? Egypt?”
“You did mention you had always wanted to visit the Sphynx,” joked Marc, giving you a small smile.
“Seriously, Marc, what is going on?”
Marc looked at you with a desperate look on his face. He shook his head before taking a deep breath. “I serve Khonshu. The Egyptian God of the moon.” Marc closed his eyes and grimaced a moment, as if someone had suddenly shouted at him but the area around you was silent. “And the night sky; Egyptian God of the moon and night sky.”
You felt as though the air around you was stifling. There was a loud buzzing in your ear that you think might be the adrenaline waring off, the lack of oxygen from almost drowning, or it was merely your panic kicking up again. You could only stare at Marc like he had grown a second head, which wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that had happened to you. You let out a laugh of disbelief, Marc looking at you with a worried look on his face, almost as if he was scared of rejection. “I’m sorry, what?”
Marc gave you a small nod. “I’m…I’m Moon Knight. I’m the Fist of Vengeance and Protector of Travellers of the Night.”
You give another laugh, almost manic. You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap him or kiss him. “This is…this is insane, Marc, you know that don’t you?”
“I know.”
“I just wanted to have dinner!”
“I know.”
“And I was…kidnapped, because you are some superhero with a cape!”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
You sagged, looking away from him. “I can’t believe this.”
Marc hesitated for a moment before tentatively placing a hand on your back. “It’s not just the avatar thing.”
“What?” you breathe, looking back at him with wide, confused eyes.
Marc sighed, giving you a tired and heavy look. “I need to introduce you to Steven.”
Your brow furrowed at him, looking at him in confusion. “Who’s Steven?”
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Bloody Beetle | Part Ten
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Summary: buckle up folks, it's the final showdown
Pairing: Steven x reader, Marc x reader, Harrow x reader, Layla x reader
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: fighting, deaths...
A/N: as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)
Part Nine | Series Masterlist
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Layla’s POV 
She wants to stop you from surrendering yourself, she knows it’s dangerous. 
But she also knows neither of you have time to think of another plan. 
As soon as you step out from behind the wall she wastes no time in sneaking over to where Osiris’ avatar is and pulls him to safety. 
“Hey! hey, hey…” She says as she tries to keep him upright and conscious. “How do we stop Ammit?!”
“This chamber is our most powerful place.” He wheezes. “From here we need to imprision Ammit in a mortal form.”
“A body instead of a statue. She’d be vulnerable… okay, how do we do it?” 
“We need more avatars than we have left…” he says before collapsing to the ground. 
“No, no no!” Layla tries to wake him, but when she checks his pulse she realises he’s gone. She thinks for a moment, pondering her options. Reluctantly she summons Taweret and agrees to be her temporary avatar. 
“I am so thrilled! We are gonna have so much fun together.” Taweret says excitedly. “I have a fabulous costume in mind.”
The sound of Harrow’s shout bounces off the walls, getting Layla’s attention. She peers around to watch. 
Harrow is stood in front of you protectively, talking to Ammit. Almost pleading with her. 
“What could she possibly do in the future that is so bad that she deserves this?”  
“She will be the one to kill you.”
Ammit’s reply sends the room silent. A few disciples spare glances at each other but no one dares make a sound. Layla notices the heartbreak on Harrow’s face. 
She watches as you try to stand, try to reason with Harrow, convince him Ammit is lying. 
She watches as Harrow turns to you, and reaches out to help you up from the floor.
She watches as he drives a dagger deep into your stomach and she has to fight with herself not to run over and kill Harrow herself. She knows with Ammit behind him he is too powerful for her to fight alone. 
She watches as everyone just steps over you, leaving you to die. Not a single one of them even pausing for a moment to consider helping you. 
As soon as they’re out she runs to you, calling your name. You manage to roll over and look at her and she sees the moment the last bit of life leaves you. Your body going still, eyes glassing over as you lay limp on the ground. She crouches next to you, checking and double checking for a pulse. Begging you to wake up, to not leave her alone. 
But that’s what she is now… Alone…
Marc is dead. You are dead. Without anyone to help her, she’s sure she will be next.
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Y/N’s POV 
“Where am I?” You ask aloud, glancing at the bright white nothingness around you. “Steven? Marc? Anyone?”
“Y/N Y/L/N.” A voice calls from everywhere at once.
“Hello?” You respond. 
“I am Osiris, god of the underworld.”
“…okay…” 
“I have granted you resurrection but I ask something of you in return… Become my avatar.”
“Uh, look I don't think I'm really the person to be asking. I don't know how to be an avatar, I don't even really know what it means… I just know that Marc said it’s bad. Like being a slave? And I really don't want that-”
“You won’t be a slave, you will be powerful.”
“I’m sorry, but my answer is no. And if that means you have to send me back to the Duat then… I accept my fate.” 
“I admire your honesty and bravery Y/N. But we need more avatars than we have left if we are to defeat Ammit.” Osiris speaks calm but firm. “Take the powers that come with being my avatar, use them to defeat Ammit and when the job is done I will take them back from you. I will expect nothing more from you. You may continue to live your life free from any burden.”
“So just like, a temporary deal? Right?”
“Yes.”
“And once Ammit is dealt with, I can just be normal again?” 
“Yes.” Osiris pauses. “Do you accept?” 
“I do.”
— — — — 
You gasp as you sit bolt upright on the cold stone floor of the pyramid, making Layla jump. 
“Y/N?!” She says, grabbing your arms to ground you as you flail around in a panic. “I got, I got you.”
You take deep breaths, clutching your hands to your stomach. You lift your shirt and watch in shock as the wound from the dagger closes itself, leaving you fully healed. Any weakness left from Harrow’s staff is gone too. You feel amazing.
“What… what just happened?” Layla says, wiping tears from her face and staring at your stomach. She helps you up off the floor. “You were dead!” 
“Osiris healed me.” You say, in shock yourself. Then you notice Layla’s outfit. Her mundane clothes from before gone, replaced with a gold and white Egyptian armour. “What are you wearing?” 
“Taweret chose it.” She says before explaining how she agreed to be her temporary avatar. You in turn explained the deal Osiris offered you. 
“Well, you look badass.” You say and she laughs. “Wait, if I’m an avatar too now, does that mean I get a costume too?” 
A bright light swirls around you and when it disappears you’ve changed. No more blood soaked clothes. Instead you're wearing green armour, similar to Layla’s, with white and gold fabric wrapped around your body. Attached to your back is a long golden staff with a hooked end. 
You look down at your clothes in amazement, then up at Layla. The two of you look at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You don't really know why you're laughing, but after the stress of the last few days it feels like a welcome break. 
“So, what do we do now?” You says once you composed yourself. Layla sighs, shaking her head. 
“I guess, we try to save the world.”
— — — — 
The two of you head outside. To your surprise the sky is as dark as night, even though you're pretty sure it’s still daytime. The sky is filled with purple lights, flying up from across the city and towards the other side of the pyramid where Ammit is. 
“She’s consuming souls.” Layla says as you watch horrified. The more lights she swallows the bigger she grows. She’s already almost the same size as the pyramid.
“How are we supposed to stop her?!” You ask, looking around frantically. You look up at the top of the pyramid. Harrow is up there, a purple glowing light surrounds him as he chants in a language you don't recognise. 
Before you can say anything, someone flies up to the pyramid and begins to fight Harrow. You recognise the person to be the same as the action figure you found in the museum, dressed head toe in white.  
“Who is that?” You ask Layla, turning her attention to the scene on the pyramid. 
“Marc?” She gasps before turning to you. “Did Osiris resurrect him too?” 
“I- I don't know. Maybe? I didn’t see him after we made it through the gates-”
You stop talking suddenly when you notice Khonshu appear next to Ammit. He goes to hit her with his staff but she reaches out a scaly hand and stops him. They begin to fight as Harrow and Marc fly though the air toward the town, still fighting each other. Khonshu manages to knock Ammit over and she comes crashing down near near you. The force of her slamming into the pyramid sends a cloud of dust and sand over you and Layla. 
“Little bugs.” Khonshu says when he notices he almost flattened the two of you. “Go! Help Marc.”
Layla rolls her eyes at him as she wipes dust from her clothes before turning to you and nodding. You run away from the pyramid in the direction that Marc and Harrow had gone. 
The streets are chaos. Everywhere you look Ammit’s disciples are grabbing people, judging their scales. You watch as Bobbi grabs someone. They begin to shake then fall to the floor as a purple light emerges from them and flies up into the sky. Those who aren’t distracted staring at the dark sky are running, screaming, from the disciples. As you begin fighting off disciples you notice Marc laying on the ground on the other side of the town square, Harrow stood over him with his cane pointed down at him. It starts to glow purple. 
Layla swoops in just in time and knocks Harrow away. He fires purple light from his cane at Layla, but she reflects it with the golden armoured wings attached to her arms and it bounces back at Harrow. It sends him flying backwards into a crowd of people. 
You knock out the guy you're fighting and run over to Marc. His face now uncovered and he spots you over Layla’s shoulder as he’s hugging her. As you get closer his clothes change to a white three piece suit.
“Y/N!” Steven’s voice calls happily as he hugs you tightly. His hand finds the crook attached to your back. “Oh my God, that- that’s Osiris’ crook! Oh that’s bloody brilliant that! Wow!”
“Steven I know this is a massive deal for you but we have to stop Harrow.” You say, smiling at him.
“Right yeah, sorry you just- you look amazing!” He smiles, turning to Layla. “You both do.” 
You hear a scream and turn to see a woman with two young children being cornered by a group of disciples. 
“I’ll go. You two get Harrow.” You say and Steven places a kiss on your cheek before he and Layla run into the crowd and begin fighting. 
You run the other way, grabbing the crook and using it to pull the first bad guy away. You swing him round and send him crashing into the side of a nearby building. The others turn on you, but you effortlessly manage to dodge their attacks and one by one knock them all out. You help the mother and her children find somewhere safe to hide before turning your attention back to the others just in time to see Harrow fighting Marc. 
“You need only remove one weed from the garden. You!” He says, purple light blasting from his cane at Marc.
Marc grabs one of his crescent moon shaped blades but Harrow uses the power from his cane to control Marc’s hand. Layla runs toward them but Harrow sends the blade flying at her and it pins her arm to the side of the truck, before sending a huge blast of power at Marc, forcing him down on his back. On a building above them you see Ammit has also overpowered Khonshu, pinning him down with his own staff. 
Harrow advances towards Marc and you run, throwing yourself in between them.
“STOP!” You shout and Harrow looks at you like he’s just seen a ghost.
“Y/N..?” He says breathlessly. “You’re-”
“Alive? Yeah, I was surprised too.” You say sarcastically. “Why are you doing this? You told me you wanted to stop her!”
“That was before…”
“Before what?”
“Before I knew you would betray me!” He shouts, hitting you with a flash of power from his cane. It knocks you flying out of the way, rolling across the dusty ground. You feel like the wind has been knocked from you as you lay on the ground trying to get your breath back. Harrow advances on Marc again, raising his cane and slamming it into his chest. Purple light streams up through the cane, killing him slowly. 
“NO!” You scream, scrambling to try to get up but a heavy boot comes down on your back. Bobbi stands over you, keeping you down, forcing you to watch. You look over at Layla, she’s surrounded by disciples, using her golden armoured wings to deflect the bullets being fired at her. 
Marc turns his head to look at you before his eyes turn white. 
You can’t really describe what happened next. Something takes over Marc and sends him into a killing frenzy. He’s unstoppable as he takes on multiple disciples at once, slaughtering each one without breaking a sweat. He turns to you and you feel Bobbi remove her foot from your back. She backs away but Marc throws a blade at her and it lodges itself in her forehead, killing her instantly. He locks eyes with you and you don't recognise him at all. That’s not Marc anymore, and it definitely isn’t Steven. He winks at you before taking on Harrow. It doesn’t take long for him to overpower him. Its only as he’s about to kill him that he freezes, his posture changing. He drops Harrow’s unconscious body and looks around in horror at the war zone around him. 
“That wasn’t you, was it Steven?” He says and his suit changes. “Not a chance mate.” 
He looks at you and you get up, dusting yourself down as you make your way over to him.
“Are you alright?” He asks, placing his hands on your face and checking you over. 
“I’m fine, I’m more worried about you.” You reply.
“Marc?” Layla calls, freeing herself from where Harrow had trapped her. Steven changes back to Marc. “What the hell was that?”
“I blacked out.” He says. He looks genuinely worried. 
A rumbling from the building next to you draws your attention to Ammit dragging Khonshu away. 
“Get Harrow!” Layla says “I know how to stop Ammit.” 
— — — — 
Marc carries Harrow and you both follow Layla back to the tomb in the pyramid. Once inside Marc throws Harrow down on one of the stones.
“The power of the room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body.” Layla explains. “Quick grab my hand so we can start the spell.” 
Marc takes Layla’s hand and you take Marc’s. The three of you start chanting the spell in an ancient language, the words must be given to you by the gods because you have no idea what you're actually saying. A circle of light fills the tomb, surrounding the three of you and Harrow. Purple light descends down into Harrow’s body as the spell works. Harrow gasps awake, his wild eyes looking at the three of you. 
“You can never contain me!” Ammit speaks through him. “I’ll never stop!”
“Do the honours, little bug.” Khonshu appears next to you and hands you the same dagger Harrow had earlier used to kill you. “Finish it! Leave neither of them alive.”
You look at the dagger, still stained with your own blood and feel anger boil inside you. You step up to Harrow, grabbing him by his collar and pulling him up to face you. His bright blue eyes stare into your own. 
“Do it.” He croaks. He looks utterly defeated, ready to accept his fate. 
You lift the dagger high, ready to plunge. Then you hear Ammit’s words from earlier.
‘She will be the one to kill you.’
You hesitate, thinking over those words. If you kill him now that means she was right about you. 
“While he lives, so does she.” Khonshu’s words ring in your ears. 
While Harrow lives, so does Ammit. Trapped in a mortal body.
“I said I wouldn’t kill you and I meant it.” You drop Harrow back down on the stone and throw the dagger to the floor. “There are worse fates than death.” 
You turn your back and walk away.
“Weak little bug.” Khonshu mocks but you ignore him. 
Layla takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 
“I have to finish this.” Marc says suddenly, taking one of his blades and readying himself to stab Harrow. “If not I’ll never be free.”
“Marc!” Layla shouts. “You have a choice. You are free!”
“The choice is vengeance! We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”
“Now you sound just like her.” Marc says, throwing his blade away. “You want them dead, do it yourself. Now release us!”
“As you wish.” Khonshu says before disappearing. 
Marc’s suit starts to disappear, a bright white light shines out of his chest and fills the room. For a moment you’re blinded, and when the light fades you find Marc on his knees. His normal clothes have returned. You and Layla go to him, crouching beside him.
“Marc? Are you okay?” Layla asks, full of concern. He looks at her and nods.
“He’s gone.” He smiles. “Thank you for stopping me.”
“What do we with him?” You ask, looking over at Harrow still laying on the stone.
“Lock him up.” Marc replies. “He’s killed so many people there’s no chance he’ll never ever be released. He’ll be locked away until the day he dies. And then Ammit will be gone too.”
You can hear Harrow incoherently babbling away to himself, and you feel a sort of sadness creep in.
“You did the right thing Y/N.” Layla says, noticing the frown on your face. 
“Then why do I feel so… weird?” 
“Love…” Steven’s voice instantly makes you feel a bit calmer and he places his hands gently on your face, forcing you to look away from Harrow. “Hey, look at me… You died today. And then you came back. And then you helped save the world from a giant crocodile lady.” He says making you laugh. “That’s a lot to take in. You're allowed to feel weird. In fact I’d be worried if you felt normal after all that.” 
“I know he did some really awful things but I- I almost kind of feel sorry for him. Is that wrong?” You admit and Steven smiles lovingly. 
“That just proves even more that Ammit’s scales were wrong about you. You are a good person with a kind heart. It’s one of the many things I love about you.” 
He moves his hands to hold yours and you give him a small smile. 
“Thank you.” You share a kiss, before remembering Layla is currently watching you kiss her ex husband. You pull away, giving her an awkward smile. “We should probably get going.” 
“Yeah…” Steven laughs, picking up on the awkwardness of the situation. “Back to good old London town. Get this guy put away… behind bars… where he belongs…”
“Guys it’s fine.” Layla says, laughing at Steven’s awkward rambling. “I’m really happy for you.”
“Are you sure?” Marc’s voice again. He walks closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I know I wasn’t the best husband. You deserved so much more.”
“It’s okay Marc, honestly. We’re better as friends.” She smiles a genuine smile at him. “Besides, I’ve decided I’m staying here in Egypt.”
“What?” You say, moving to join them. “You’re not coming with us?” 
“While we were fighting out there, a young girl asked me if I was an Egyptian superhero and it made me realise, we didn’t have anything like that. But now we do. I’m going to stay here and work with Taweret to give more young Egyptian girls someone to look up to.” She smiles. “Plus, England is too cold anyway.”
“You got that right.” You laugh as you give her a tight hug. “you are gonna be the most badass superhero ever. But I’m gonna miss you.” 
“You too.” She says and turns to Marc. “Look after her, or you’ll have me to deal with.” 
“Yes ma’am.”
— — — — 
Some Time Later
You headed back to England with Marc and Steven taking turns to take the body. Though you knew Steven best, the more time you spent with Marc the more you enjoyed his company too. 
Ammit’s presence in Harrow’s body meant he became more and more mentally unstable. He spent a lot of time rambling incoherently and occasionally Ammit would takeover, shouting about how she would escape and make everyone pay. Because of this, Harrow was admitted to Sienkiewicz Psychiatric Hospital in London. 
A few days after Harrow was committed, you went to visit him. You don't know why, you just felt like you needed to be sure he was safely locked away. When the nurses first brought you to him, you almost didn’t recognise him. He was sat in a wheelchair, his ankles restrained to it. He looked lost, vulnerable. It made a part of you feel quite sad. 
“Hi Arthur.” You say quietly. He looks up at you blankly. 
“He’s on quite strong medication, so he may not talk very much.” The nurse explains and you nod. “I’ll just be on the other side of the room, shout if you need me.”
“Thanks.” You reply, watching her as she goes to sit with another patient on the far side of the room. You sit down at the table opposite Arthur. “How are you doing? Have you settled in here?” You ask but get no response. You start to feel awkward. You look around the room, trying to think of something to say. You glance down at the table and see paper with some lines painted randomly on it. “Did you paint that?” Harrow looks down at it and nods. “You enjoy painting?” He nods again. “How about we do some together.”
You grab two more pieces of paper, putting one in front go Harrow and the other in front of yourself, and you start to paint. Harrow joins in and the two of you sit quietly together making your own little pictures. 
When your picture is done you show Harrow and he smiles at the simple flower you have painted. He shows you his, just a triangle. 
“It’s good.” You smile. 
“It’s a pyramid. Like the ones they have in Egypt.” He says, slowly sounding more like himself. “Have you ever been?” 
“To Egypt?” You ask and he nods. “Yeah I’ve been, with you. You took me there, remember?”
He stares at you for a long moment, a flicker of something like hurt flashes on his face, and then he goes blank again. You try to make more conversation, but he doesn’t say much after that. 
Not long after the nurse comes back and tells you visiting time is over. You slide your flower painting across the table to Harrow. 
“You can keep this.” You say smiling. “Goodbye Arthur.” 
You get up and start to walk away. 
“Y/N!” He calls, making you stop and turn back. “I’m really sorry I killed you.” 
You didn’t say anything back, you just nod at him as the nurse leads you out. 
As you sign yourself out the nurse speaks to you. 
“That is the most alert and talkative we’ve seen him since he arrived. You must be someone important to him.”
Her words replayed through your head for the rest of the day and that night as you sat down to eat dinner with Steven you told him about it. 
“I’ve been thinking, I might go back and see him again.” 
“Really?” Steven asks. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 
“You didn’t see him today Steven, he’s different. The dangerous man that we knew is gone. Now he just seems so… lost. I guess a part of me feels responsible for that.” 
“Love…” Steven sighs, putting down his food to fully concentrate on you. “Harrow is where he is now because of the things HE did. The choices HE made. You gave him plenty of chances, even after he murdered you!” He reaches across the table to hold your hands. “Listen, Marc wants me to tell you not to go but I know that will make you want to do it even more.” He says and you laugh, nodding. “If this is something you really want to do, if it makes you feel better, then I think you should do it. Just, please be careful.” 
“I will.”
The following week you head back to the hospital and do some more painting with Arthur. It soon became a regular thing. The more you visited the more chatty he became. He started to tell you about life in hospital, sharing stories about the other patients and in turn you told him about your life. Although he initially looked hurt to find out you and Steven were now dating, ultimately he said he was happy to see you happy. 
If you hadn’t known him before, you wouldn’t guess this was once the leader of a cult intent on releasing a dangerous Egyptian goddess into the world. You’d never guess how much damage he had caused just weeks ago. And you’d certainly never guess that dangerous Egyptian goddess was now trapped inside him. There were hints occasionally that Ammit was trying to take over, to shout abuse at you, but Harrow always made sure she couldn’t hurt you. 
You didn’t talk about what happened in Egypt, you didn’t want to drag it all up again. He wasn’t the same person now anyway. And at least he’d apologised to you. Instead you chose to give him a fresh start, and just enjoy your weekly visits talking and painting with Arthur Harrow. 
Epilogue
One morning you woke up to a voice in your head. 
Osiris’ voice. 
“The deal is done. I release you from your duty.” 
“What?” 
“Ammit had been defeated.” 
“Yeah, but that was weeks ago.” You say, not understanding why he’s waited till now to talk to you. “We imprisoned her in Arthur Harrow’s body and they’re both locked up.” 
“I release you from your duty.” He repeats and you feel a strange sensation move through your body. Then nothing. 
“Osiris?” You call out, but no reply. “Well that was weird…” 
“You alright love?” Steven asks as he comes into the bedroom and hands you a cup of coffee.
“Osiris just released me.” You say confused as Steven sits on the bed next to you. 
“Well that’s a good thing innit?” He replies with a smile.
“Yeah, definitely. It’s just… why now? Why this exact moment instead of when we bound Ammit or when her and Harrow were first locked away? What’s so special about this morning?” 
“Osiris is a busy guy, maybe he didn’t have time until now. Or maybe you're just thinking into it too much…” 
“I just think it’s a bit odd that’s all.”
“That’s the gods for ya, all a bit odd. I don't think us humans are supposed to understand ‘em.” 
“You’re probably right.” You say before taking a sip of your coffee. “Anyway, where did you disappear to this morning?” 
“What do you mean?” Steven asks blankly. 
“I woke up in the early hours and you were gone.”
“I don't remember going anywhere… Marc?” He shifts and Marc speaks “Don't look at me. I thought we were sleeping all night.”
“Do you need the restraints back on the bed?” 
“Only if you want them back” Marc says flirtatiously, flashing you a mischievous grin. He shifts again and Steven comes back. “Oy, back off you.” He says to Marc before focusing on you. "I probably just went to get water and don't remember. Don't worry about it.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Right, I’ve gotta get to work, laters gators.” 
“Laters.” You laugh, and blow him a kiss. He mimes catching it and putting it in his pocket before leaving. 
You decide to put the Osiris thing out of your head. Steven’s right, there’s no point trying to understand the mind of a god. You finish your coffee before you get out of bed and get ready for the day. 
In the afternoon you head to the hospital as usual, and are surprised to see police cars parked outside the building. As soon as you step inside the nurse you’ve become used to seeing comes over to you.
“Y/N, please come with me.” She says, leading you into a small side room with a police officer inside. 
“Is everything alright?”
“Please take a seat.” The officer says and gestures to the chairs. You sit down in one, the nurse sits next to you. 
“What’s going on?” You ask, getting nervous.
“Miss Y/L/N, earlier this morning someone came into the hospital, murdered three members of staff and left with Arthur Harrow.” 
“What?! Who?” 
“We don't know yet. The CCTV cameras were damaged. All we have is a few eye witnesses who say they saw a smartly dressed man wearing a flat cap wheeling Harrow out of the building.” The officer explains, and you feel your heart start to race. If Harrow is out then Ammit could escape. The nurse notices your breathing has picked up and reached over to hold your hand. “I’m sorry, I understand this must be distressing. Harrow is your friend, correct?”
“Uh… yeah…” you reply, trying to focus on what the officer is saying and not the panic running around your head.
“According to the sign in sheets you’re the only regular visitor he has. Do you have any idea of who could have done this? Or why they would have done this?”
You search your brain for any options. The only people who really know who he is are yourself, Marc, Steven and Layla. You definitely didn’t do it. Marc and Steven wouldn’t have done it, and you can’t imagine Layla would have. You realise the officer is still looking at you for an answer. 
“No, no sorry. I- I don't think he has anyone else.”
“Here, take my card. If you think of anything give me a call.” The officer hands you a small business card and the nurse leads you back out the room. 
“Are you going to be okay? I know you’re quite close to him.” She asks, noticing how shook up you are she places a gentle hand on your arm. “Do you want me to call someone to pick you up?” 
“I’ll be fine, thank you though.” You smile at her as you reach the door out the building. “You have my number, will you please let me know if there’s any news?”
“Of course. Take care Y/N.” 
You head outside, and cross the street to where there’s a small park. You find an empty bench and sit for a moment to process the news and what that could mean. Who could have known Harrow was there? Who could have wanted him out? Maybe there’s another Ammit fanatic out there who wants her released? 
A shudder goes down your spine at the thought of her getting out. 
You take your phone from your pocket and phone Steven. It rings out. You roll your eyes and try Marc’s number instead, incase he’s got the body right now. They have separate phones and refuse to answer each other’s if it rings. His goes straight to voicemail. That’s unusual. You check the time, 4pm. Steven will probably be getting ready to leave work. 
Needing to talk to someone you FaceTime Layla, she picks up almost straight away. 
“Y/N! Hey!” She says happily, her smile drops when she see’s your face. “What’s wrong?” 
“Hey, uh… sorry to call I just, I need to talk to someone and Steven and Marc aren’t answering and no one else will understand-”
“Y/N, you don't need to apologise. What’s happened?”
“Harrow’s gone.” You blurt out and she stares through the phone at you. “Someone took him from the hospital this morning, they don't know who did it and they have no idea where he is. I’m scared, Layla.”
“Hey, alright, it’s going to be alright.” She says, though her voice has a hint of panic. “And you can’t get through to Marc?” 
“His phone is off. I think Steven will be leaving work soon.”
“Okay, you head over to find him. I’ll keep trying his phone.” She says and you nod. “Y/N?” 
“Yeah.” 
“It’s gonna be okay.” She says and you get the feeling she’s trying reassure herself as much as she is you. You nod and she hangs up the phone before you start walking toward the road, looking for a taxi. 
In the distance you see a white limo heading towards you. Usually you’d think nothing of it. You see a lot of different vehicles in London. But something about this one got your attention. The personalised number plate. 
‘SPKTR’
You can’t help but stare at it as it gets closer to you. Something in your gut telling you to run. 
The car slows down as it gets closer to you and you can just about make out though the windows that the driver is wearing a flat cap. The limo pulls over and stops next to you. The driver gets out and you stare at him confused. 
“Marc…?” It’s definitely Marc’s body, but the expression isn’t Marc or Steven. It’s the same one you recognise from Egypt. The one who so easily fought and killed all Harrow’s disciples. Another alter?
“Hola, mi amor.” 
He winks at you as he walks around the front of the car, past you and opens the door at the back of the limo for you. He gestures for you to get in. You hesitantly walk to where the door is and peer in. You have to slam your hand over your mouth to stop a scream from escaping. 
There on the back seat is Harrow, a bullet hole in his forehead. 
You back away but the driver pushes you inside and slams the door closed. You scramble to get out, to get away from the corpse, but the door is locked. You bang against the door, screaming for someone to let you out and then you hear a voice from inside the limo. 
“Hello little bug.” 
A/N: Thank you so so so much for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed this series as much as I loved writing it. please feel free to comment or send me an ask, I would love to hear your thoughts :)
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jokeringcutio · 1 year
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driver!Reader x Arthur Harrow - sweet drabble
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BESTIE AND ADOPTED KIDDO @nicktremblaywayfu ♡ ~Confessing your Love to him ~ Drabble: You finally confess that you love him. Fandom: Moon Knight Pairing: Arthur Harrow x Driver!Reader Rating: Teen Warnings: None, sweet stuff.
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Tell him, the words were on constant repeat inside her head. Tell him. Yes, but how?
Your hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, warm leather slippery beneath your palms. The hot sun fell upon you through the window. There was not enough shade to cover all of you, and sweat droplets glistened on your temples.
The heat, you thought, not the nerves. Though you knew you were fooling yourself.
Your eyes darted to the rearview mirror again to see your inspirational leader in the backseat. He was looking out of the window, a pleased little smile curled his lips and a gentle hum escaped his lips. Too soft for you to hear, but you recognized the movements of his lips, of his throat.
His long greying hair fell neatly to his shoulders. Recently brushed, you thought. Well-groomed. And although he wore the same plain wine-red clothes he always did, they were pristine and in mint condition. He certainly had put effort into his appearance, looking smart and dapper. Ready to meet those important men, you thought grumpily.
Your fingers curled angrily around the steering wheel again and, with gritted teeth, your eyes returned to the road ahead of you.
Ammit’s voice was inside your mind, cooing. Tell him how you feel, she said. I did not raise you a weakling. And dammit, she was right. You wanted to make her proud. Ammit had always been like a mother figure to you. A woman you looked up to. Only recently had she started to appear to you. A woman, older than you but not much taller, guiding you, telling tales before you went to bed.
Encouraging you to speak about what was on your heart... To him.
“You seem awfully quiet today, dear,” the silky voice came from behind you. And when your eyes darted to the mirror again you saw that your leader was sitting up. His eyes met yours in the mirror, gaze as intense as when they met without one. Your heart skipped a beat.
“Is there something on your mind?” Those blue-grey eyes were filled with concern and gentle curiosity. How did he always manage to do that? To look at you with such puppy eyes it made your knees turn into jelly. Not a good thing while driving!
“It’s nothing, Arthur,” you said, but your mind was screaming. It is! And Ammit’s voice sounded again in a language foreign to you but vaguely familiar. You got the essence of it though. She was telling you that this was the right time.
Luckily, you spotted a parking spot at the side of the road and instantly pulled over. After the car came to a halt you met Arthur’s surprised eyes in the mirror again. Then you turned around to meet them for real.
“Actually,” you said, hesitating. “There is something.”
Now Arthur’s lips curled into a lopsided smile. A smirk that did things to your core, you wouldn’t deny. The sight of him was always so alluring. But like this, with the challenge in his eyes and that taunting smirk on his lips, well… he was tantalizing.
“I was wondering when you would finally gather the courage,” he then surprised you by saying. He sat up a little straighter again, brushing a hand through his hair to wipe the strands out of his eyes. His voice turned lower, a rumble from the pit of his stomach. “My sweet little driver, always willing to help me. Always ready to service me. It is about time that you tell me what you desire.”
Eyes widening, you gazed at the man you considered your boss. The way he sat, legs apart with a smug smile, it suddenly became too much. You turned away from him, opened the car door in a hurry, and pushed yourself outside. With a flourish, you spun around to his door and opened it, glowering at him inside. He was quick to follow, stepping out of the car. The crunch of the glass in his sandals was sickeningly loud. But his smile never faltered.
Arthur clinked his cane upon the hot asphalt of the road while he straightened his spine. He towered over you now, blue eyes piercing down at you. But that smirk was still there.
“Listen you,” you started, a hand raised to point at his chest, but he cut you off.
“She talks to me too, you know?” he said, low voice interrupting whatever you had wanted to say. With his free hand, he grasped your hand. His fingers circled around your wrist, gently pulling it up while he neighed his head forward. And then a gentle kiss was pressed against your knuckles.
You looked at him in awe, felt his smile against your fingers before his lips left your skin again.
“Do you still need more courage to tell me?” he asked oh-so calmly. It was infuriating in a way. Did this mean he had always been aware of your feelings for him? That he had known and deliberately waited for you to take the first step and –
“I love you,” the words tumbled from between your lips like you were reproaching him instead of confessing your love for him. But nevertheless, he chuckled. You saw the playful smile on his lips.
“It took you longer than I had hoped,” he admitted. Then his eyes darkened as they rested upon you. He lowered your hand between your bodies until you felt your fingers graze past the cotton of his shirt. The heat of his lower abdomen pressed into your fingertips and you swallowed harshly, mouth suddenly dry.
“It took you longer than I had longed for,” he whispered, voice a rough growl.
You blinked up at him, for a moment unable to think. But when your mind returned to you, you were upon him in an instant. His cheeks were between your palms within the blink of an eye, and he willingly bent his head toward you, participating in the kiss that followed. Soft lips met yours in a hungry kiss. First, slow, then harder and rougher. As if neither of you could get enough.
The raw hunger wasn’t easily sated. When you broke apart to breathe, his dark eyes seemed to be transfixed on your swollen lips. And when they finally managed to trace higher, back to yours, he let out a low grunt. His hand slid behind you, from your lower back to even lower. A firm squeeze, possessive.
“When I hired you as my driver, my chauffeur, I said I wanted you to be mine,” he rasped, a slight tremble to his timbre. “Did you ever give my words any thought?”
Your eyes lit up and you trembled in his embrace, slipping your arms around his waist. He, in turn, pulled you closer to him. Then he dipped his head lower again, his lips close to your ear.
“My love for you is deep, very deep,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. There was a short pause in which you swore he was smiling, then a low murmur.
“I want you to be mine completely”
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stupidbeemeen · 2 years
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Ammit and my OC 😂
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nicktremblaywayfu · 1 year
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The Goddess tied our fate (2/2)
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Chapter 2 : At Last We're Finally Together
Author Note : I want Arthur and Ammit to wreck my ass at the same time so there you go Ammit fucking you using Arthurs body and somehow lowkey forced you both into an intercourse. Also Post-asylum Harrow
Summary : Your Internship has ended, adding a worth experience note in your work cv. Despite all the treatment you gave to Arthur, including fulfilling his lust almost every night, his goddess wasn't still satisfied.
Rating : 18+ (Adults Only !)
Pairing : Ammit/Reader/Arthur Harrow
Characters : Arthur Harrow, Ammit, You (reader)
Tags and Warning : Dubcon, Body possession, a hint of Ammit wanting the reader in THAT way, the reader is early 20s, Porn with semi-plot, Older man/Younger woman, age differences, height differences, power play, emotional manipulation, hair pulling, using threats, trespassing, yandere coded, possessive, fingering, oral (female receiving)
Words : 4045
Available on Ao3 as well
You packed your stuff in your room, one of the few last things to do here. Your internship was over and the hospital was satisfied with your work. Especially in handling Arthur and had calmed his episodes of misery, they praised you for your hard job. The fact that they have no idea how you do that was a miracle. He was declared to be legally sane, though you doubted that. Somehow you wondered if they manipulated his data to cover up the true suffering he had deep inside. He was still sick, but he was good at masking it. He may look fine but the reality was the contrary. He was still far from being okay.
However, considering at least half of the hospital staff were his followers, judging from them having similar sigil on their wrist, maybe they would handle him even if he was away from the hospital. You decided to let them do their job, it would make your head dizzy thinking how complex it could be. Besides they must need their goddess inside him. Just for both her and his sake they took them away from the public world. 
No fund was needed in his treatment, as two men were generous enough to pay. In fact, it was them who put him in this hospital for his well-being. Although strangely, you only saw one man despite him filling in two names. Perhaps for his friend that was shy to show up ? You wished you could know these generous men better.
The farewell was not big, but the staff were kind enough to give you a small farewell gift. A necklace with golden scarab pendant, lapis lazuli sphere decorating the center of it. Too fancy for a little gift. Must be from their beloved leader that was for sure. 
But you can't resist the beauty of it. It fitted perfectly on you like it was meant to be  
You took a last glance at the hospital before driving home, and the next thing you need to know is finding a real job to fill your stomach and pay the bills. 
Oh to think it must be nice living in Harrow's cult. You called it a cult, he called it a community. But technically it was still a cult, even if it was too nice to be called as such. They didn't need much money in their wallet as almost everything was produced in their own village. Vegetables, meat, some of them even able to build their own energy source. No need to work from 9 to 5 for a minimum wage, just living happily and helpful.
The road was busy with the sunlight temperature being mild. Not as cold as fall, not as hot as summer. A perfect temperature. People minding their own business, their jobs. Parents walking down the street with their children, couples hugging each other after long time no see. A thought of your mind picturing Arthur sitting on the passenger’s seat striked you. 
You shook your head, you doubted that your feelings were involved. Yes you had done countless sexual activity for him but that was for his sake to be given mercy by whatever creature inside him. Your farewell with him wasn't filled with teary eyes anyway. Just casually bidding a bye as he was picked up by his followers.
Although one stranger did ask his whereabouts, a man with a similar face with the one that funded his treatment. He drove a limousine, like picking up a world-level celebrity. The hospital staff were suspicious about him, lies were emitted hoping it would save their leader from that man, whoever he might be. He glanced at you for a while before going inside his limo and left without any words.
And just like that, the only thing left in front of you was the gust of wind dancing with the fallen leaves.
After what you felt like a long journey on the road filled with busy humans, you finally reached your house. It was not big, but enough to put your head under the roof sheltering you from snow or rain. Series of clicking unlocked the door, and a poorly lit room greeted you with a little bit of sunlight as its main light source.
You inhaled, air coming inside your lung filling the emptiness inside of you. You would definitely miss the crowd of the asylum.
And you were not the only one missing something right now.
You freezed like a cold cobblestone statue in the winter, looking at the sight served in front of you.
A man that is no other than Arthur Harrow himself, sitting on a small sofa. Book of your personal journal opened in his hand, the witness of whatever he did in your house.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His blue eyes felt like speaking as well.
“I- we just couldn’t. We couldn’t just let you leave like that.” He slowly stood up, putting your journal on the coffee table.
“And what does that mean by all this? What are you doing in my house?” Your hands snaked to your pocket, looking for your card knife.
“No no, wait, please, I don't mean to hurt you.” He marched towards you and wrapped around your body with his hands, hugging you tight as your card knife dropped from your hold.
“I’m sorry I have to come like this but I promise you, we meant no harm.”
“Arthur Harrow, you just trespassed someone’s house ! Tell me a reason why i shouldn’t call the police for you action-”
“BECAUSE IF YOU DO, HE WILL BE THE ONE SUFFERED ! ” Thundering voice shocked you to the point your body met the surface of the floor.
Your breath was shaky, eyes widened with what you saw. A fury on his eyes, hands opened acting like a claw. And you thought she was calmed after all you did for her human.
Within a second, his expression changed. Anger turned into worry, fuming reddening face has faded with a drop of tear fallen.
“Are- are you alright ? I’m sorry, I'm terribly sorry.” Arthur helped you to get up, making you sit on the sofa comfortably.
Your legs felt like jelly, you even needed to hold on the table to stand before. Mouth even too weak to say something for a moment.
“Listen, I know you won’t forgive me for this, for trespassing your house, I know and I understand. But I need you to know that I can't just leave you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, it would be sweet if there was no demon inside him.
“You’re not healed yet, Arthur. How could you even declared as legally sane was still beyond my understanding.”
“Because she was not an illness. She is a goddess. My goddess. She was truly trapped inside my body. Please, listen and believe me.” He pleaded, voice cracked as he was about to cry.
“Then prove it. Last time you told me she couldn’t show up fully because the world could no longer know her whereabouts, nor her existence. Now, there’s just the two of us.” You gave him a sharp, serious gaze. You really meant it and demanded proof.
Arthur looked down for a moment, sighed then looked upon your eyes.
“Please be gentle with her.”
He was not talking to you.
He steadied his breath, stroking your hair softly. Only for a few seconds later the soft gentle strokes turned into a rough, hard grasp tugging at your hair.
“After these times, you still doubted me, mortal ? If I wasn't trapped in this disgusting flesh prison, I'd show my fangs close enough for you to see that I am , in fact, real.” The Goddess inside Arthur tugged your hair hard enough, forcing you to face the ceiling above.
“Oh I hope this was proof for you because I do not wish to punish your fragile human body. But justice still needs to be served and I need to know your fates as well your sins before I can officially declare you as a good person.” She chuckled in a sinister way. Letting go of your hurted scalp from the tug, she grabbed both of your hands and put both on Arthur’s.
Both of you looked at the swinging scales on Arthur’s wrist, scaling your fates, your sins, as well your good deeds.The more you struggled to let go, the tighter she held your hands.
Seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours, finally the scales have decided.
A deep, dark green hue shown on the scale. The color of good deeds. The color of balance.
“Well deserved, even though you doubted me before.” She smirked widely, then let Arthur take control of his body again.
The way he looked, reminding you of a sad, lost puppy in the middle of rain. He looked at his scales, still in green hue.
“I know you are a good person. I never judged you before, because I just know from my deepest heart you never meant any harm especially to us.” He smiled at you, a hint of sadness behind the curve. You were still in shock, not knowing what to do nor to say. Perhaps you shouldn't take the internship program in that damned asylum. Maybe if you never knew him, you would never be dragged into this kind of shit show.
“Don’t leave us. Please.” Arthur held both of your hands tightly.
“Not with my life being threatened, Arthur.”
“I know, I promise that was the last time. Please, I'm begging you.”
“Please. Please, I'm begging you. Please, stay with me.” He bowed his head down to your hands.
“I’m sorry. Please, I'm begging you right now.” His voice was shaking, as you felt your hands getting a bit wet.
You sighed, giving time for your mind to decide. It was not like you couldn’t take care of him. It was what inside him that worried you.
“Do you truly have a heart to refuse his beg? This man right now genuinely enjoins you, mortal.” Wrists were painful as she took control of him for a moment, grasping you mercilessly.
“Very well. I will. I will stay just for you.” You leaned in, kissing Arthur’s hair softly. His hair was softer now, although it didn't smell like fragrant shampoo nor smell bad. Just smell like him. The scent that you were familiar with.
Arthur brought his head up to see you. Pitiful red eyes with his cheek turned into a river stream of his tears. You furrowed your brows as well pressing your lips together, hoping you won’t regret this life-time commitment.
“Thank you. Thank you, I owe you everything.” He stood up a bit to hug you so tight that you struggled to breathe a bit.
He was once ambitious, some even called him a ruthless man. Now he was completely broken. Living as a live prison for a damned goddess. He sat next to you, calming his weep. You stroked his back, trying your best to comfort him. Never in your life have you seen this man so emotional. So fragile. Fragile like a thin porcelain that was broken, now forced to hold itself with just a drop of glue.
He leaned on you, head resting on your shoulder. There was silence for a few minutes, a space for your both minds. It was far from awkward silence, yet you couldn’t say this is a comforting one as well. Just silence.
“I hope you liked the gift from me.” He glanced at your golden shining necklace.
“I do. I really love it. Thanks, Arthur.”
He smiled softly.
“The necklace was found in 334 BC. It belonged to a high priestess in that era. Forged by the best blacksmith and given to her as a gift that she has helped Ammit gathered hundreds of her followers. Wise and charismatic, the necklace was the witness of her kindness.”
“And now, it was bestowed by you.” he lifted his head to face you fully.
“We want you to have it. Your soul truly reminded us of her.”
He pulled his face closer to you, an inch away from your mouth.
“Stay with us, and we shall guarantee you will be treated much even better than how the high priestess treated in royalty. With this necklace as a symbol that you belong to us only. Be at our side. Be with us forever.” Arthur then put your hands together and kissed your knuckles gently.
“And I swear to Ammit your stomach will always be full, your head will be sheltered from rain, and your body will always be covered in excellent garments. What do you say?” Oh how could you say no with him then calling your name, whispering it like a magical chant.
“My answer remains the same. I will stay with you.” The space between you two was getting smaller.
“Forever?”
“Whatever you wished, Arthur.” 
Felt like you were hypnotized answering it.
“Then so be it.” He leaned in, forehead touching each other. You closed your eyes as well with him, trying to learn that now you have to love him.
And suddenly, Arthur striked your lips with his. Hands on your cheek, forcing you into a deep, passionate kiss. You struggled to breathe with the sudden kiss.You tried to pull out from his kiss, only to hear an animalistic heavy growl from him. 
“What the fuck are you doing Arthur ?!” You slapped him, then rubbed the spit he left on your lips with your sleeve.
“That- that wasn’t me.” He stood up, trembling with fear.
“I would never force you to do that.” His expression was too genuine to be faked.
“That was me, coward.” His body stiffen with veins showing on his neck. eyes shone purple for a second.
“You have laid with her many times yet you were scared even just to kiss her right now. I did not let you live just so you couldn’t initiate to achieve your dream. It was always me who made the first move. Might as well take her as my lover if you keep being this coward, Harrow.” 
You were practically cornered in your own sofa, body sinking like hoping you could escape into nothingness.
“You were a coward, but I shall be generous enough to let you speak and see it by yourself.” And just by that, Arthur gained his consciousness once again. Except all his limbs and his body were lost from his control.
“My goddess, please don’t hurt her.” He pleaded as his body moved against his will.
Ammit didn’t answer as she kept holding the wheel steer of his body. His hand involuntarily cornering you more, trapping you in your very own house. All of what Arthur did to you was never truly out of his control despite it being his body. In another word, you were about to be fucked by two person at the same time in one body.
He then bit your neck, putting you in a choke hold both metaphorically and literally. Your neck being devoured would surely leave a deep red mark, with his hand now creeping under your shirt. You tried to push his hand away yet his bite only got harder.
“Stay still.” His voice was mixed with a godly lady heavy and hoarse voice.
“ I’m sorry.” Now his voice was what you usually hear from him. His real voice.
It was easy to tell apart who was who speaking to you.
His hand creeped inside, finding the bra you were wearing. He unclasped it on your back, lifting it inside your shirt and started playing with your breast.
“Arthur-” You almost choked on your own spit as you felt your nipples hardened.
“Forgive me. I truly didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh you’re lucky to be controlled by me. I know how to please her more than you thought.” She let out a deep, velvety animalistic chuckle. Like how you would imagine a crocodile laughing.
She continuously rubbed your nipple slowly, letting it pop on each stroke of Arthur’s thumb.
Still in Ammit's control, Arthur kept assaulting your neck with his mouth. He could not deny that he enjoyed it, but not the way that you were threatened. Yet what can he do anyway? The fact she let him get his full consciousness was more than generous enough.
After what felt like hours, he let go of your reddening, almost in purple hue hickies. His drool streaming down to your collarbone. Arthur started to unbutton your shirt, so eagerly like the goddess inside him couldn’t wait any longer. He tossed your shirt as well your bra to the floor, leaving your chest bare and hanging as a view. Despite the number you have been doing with him, he never ceases to be amazed with your body. It always felt like the first time. 
Like a hungry crocodile hatchling, he clinged his mouth to your breast, with his hands supporting his weight and the other paying with your other breast. His growls matched your pant, trying to endure the sensation. He sucked on your breast like always been yearning for it.
Lips pressed firmly against your sensitive nipples as he sucked and licked them. His tongue sliding along your hard nipple until you screamed loudly as his teeth sank on it, biting you slightly. A loud moan escaped your lips, causing him to suck harder, and then he bit you deeper.
"There's no need to resist you two mortals. None of you could lie to my face." Involuntarily, Arthur grabbed your throat and choked you.
The strength of his arm muscle mixed with the force of Ammit made your head get lighter. He then kissed you again, having no choice but to succumb and let her enjoy your mouth using his body. You gave up, limping as Arthur devoured your lips. Tongue dancing to each other as he kept eating you. 
After it was satisfying for the goddess inside of him, Arthur pulled out the kiss. String of saliva connected both of your tongues, showing how you have mixed your mouth fluid with his. You inhaled deeply, exhaling with relief that you could breathe. 
Arthur reached your pants eagerly, with you stopping him.
"Ammit, I need to talk to you." You looked at Arthur's eye sharply.
"Do you truly wish to resist furthermore, human?" She spoke.
"Do we really need to do this? I have done enough for Arthur and the promise was you to let him live in peace. Is this what you call peace?" Just after you finished your words, she laughed loudly and tilted Arthur's head.
"Oh dear, are you really thinking I'm doing this solely because of my wish? Tell her, Harrow. Tell her the truth. Tell her why you couldn't stop thinking about her so that you came here." His expression dropped as she gave him control again.
He closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips.
"I'm sorry. What Ammit said was true. It was my wish to make love with you again." Arthur softly stroked your cheek.
"But I didn't wish to end up like this. Do I really have the choice to disobey? She has my body and now I can't even move my own limbs. Please, tell her if you wish to stop. I'd deal with the consequences just for you to be safe, you don't have to worry about me." His eyes began to tear.
"I will be fine." Sometimes the whisper of gossip that he was manipulative was true or not.
You did not answer for a moment. Rather, you took off your pants completely, spreading your legs for him to see your vagina bare and whole.
"You could've told me from the beginning, Arthur." You gestured to him as an invitation.
Arthur truly couldn't lie to his lust. He swallowed his spit looking at your pussy, wet and slick with the juice dripping. Like knowing as he rubbed it with his thumb, his fingers gently caressing your outer lips. You mewled as he began pumping you with two of his digits, deep against your inner canal. But he saved it for his mouth.
You saw Arthur closing his eyes as he placed his tongue on your opening. He sucked, moving his mouth, now tongue dancing with your clit.
"Arthur- Fuck !" How do you tell Ammit that she does really know how to please you using his body?
He kissed, ate, and licked your pussy. Your lubricated vagina was mixed with his spit. His whole tongue covering your lower lips, licking it whole. Oh it was just the beginning and he was drunk like you were an alcohol for him. He put his tongue inside you again, licking you clean insides while his finger continued to rub your clit mercilessly. 
This is exactly how he wished to do after last night's wet dream he got. He did not have the courage to ask, but Ammit did not care about his doubts.
He kept sucking your pussy as his tongue went inside you, teasing you. At the end you wanted more and more. So much more than just his tongue. You moaned so loud, feeling the pleasure of your orgasm coming up, ready to burst.
And when he felt it, he pulled out of you. He carried you from the sofa, putting you on the large coffee table causing mess and everything fell from the surface.
Arthur looked at you, in a form of mix between sad, lust, and eagerness. he pulled his pants down, letting his cock revealed in full glory. Throbbing and veiny, ready to meet your entranceHe lifted your knees, positioning you at the entrance. He put one leg over his shoulder as the other being held, guiding himself to your hole. He let go both of your elevated thighs, placing both of his palms on top of your hips, pushing you deeper into him.
Both of his arms holding your waist as he pushed himself into you, your hands forming a fist enduring his girth. Your breathing became more shallow, and your heart beating faster.
He leaned closer, supporting himself. He looked at your face, reddening cheek with tears falling down. He swore to Ammit that this intercourse felt like the first time.
“Oh my goddess-” His chest puffed and collapsed as he tried to adjust his breath with his lust.
As he rocked in and out of you, his hips thrusting in a fast pace. You panted and moaned loudly, some of them were half emitted curses Some of them were pleas. All of them were filled with ecstasy. The fact that you were being fucked mercilessly on your coffee table was the least thing you expected today. The sight of your tits bouncing from the pace only to make both Arthur and Ammit eager to fuck you harder and rougher than before.
"Arthur" You tried to speak between your breaths.
"Slow down, i'm gonna-" You couldn't speak a whole sentence fully.
Instead, he held your waists and fastened his pace. He was destroying your pussy, head thrown back with mewl turned into short screams.
Finally, you let yourself out. Shaking and trying to gain your full consciousness after being wrecked by him. You were caught off-guard with him suddenly rocking you again, for Arthur to reach his climax. He snaked his arms behind your back for support, hugging you as he let himself out filling you inside. He caught his breath, feeling how his seeds were spilling from your hole. He pulled away, releasing his grip around you.
You limped on the table, energy drained by the intercourse. You probably needed assistance to walk properly for a few hours.
Arthur fell on the floor, gaining his full control once again. He looked at his hands, then looked at you.
“What have I done..” He pulled some tissue that the box fell on the floor, rubbed you clean from his own seeds. 
He carried you, letting you lay on his lap. You were really tired, exhausted that you couldn't say anything. 
As you looked at Arthur, you heard the familiar whisper.
“You belong to us forever, mortal.”
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artsyanapink · 2 years
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Finally started the smut part for my
Arthur x Reader x Ammit 😩🥴 it's so hard
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The gif is from a benevientc edit on Tiktok I made because Arthur like that is UGH 😫😩💕💖
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honeymelonpm · 2 years
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-Innocence-
Part 1:
Characters: Arthur Harrow x Reader
Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Age Regression Themes.
Summary: Arthur Harrow tries to break the reader down in order to keep her innocent before Ammit rises.
Requested by @gorgeourrific-nerd
"I think you'll really like it here." He said, almost in a whisper.
The length of his arm rested across your shoulders, guiding you along the cobbled road.
You couldn't remember why or how you got here, and judging by the looks on everyone elses faces, they didn't seem to know either.
"Here, I'd like you to meet my good friend, Holland."
A tall freckled man with skin the colour of ivory stepped out of the crowd along the side of the street.
"Holland looks after our gardens and orchard." Arthur explained, as Holland gave you a gentle smile and shook your hand.
"It's good to meet you Y/N."
You gave him your most convincing smile and gently squeezed his hand.
"Has Ewan told you what's on the menu for tonight?" Arthur asked.
Holland's attention fell back on the man beside you.
"Mushroom stew," He replied before lifting up his wrist to check his watch, "It should be ready in a few minutes."
Arthur looked down at you with a smile, "Mushroom stew, that's sounds good doesn't it?"
You gave him a tight lipped smile, that didn't quite meet your eyes.
A bell rung from the hall that sat at the end of the road.
As if on cue, all eyes fell from you and turned to the hall, before pairs of feet shuffled along the gravel.
Arthur held onto you as people swarmed passed you, before continuing down the road, the weight of his arm still placed over your shoulders.
The hall was sizeable. The ceiling was eerily tall, like it was meant to house more than just people. For the amount of people that were there, you were surprised at how quiet it was. Especially in such a large place, there wasn't a single echo that could be heard. Arthur helped you to sit down at a bench in the corner of the room. Candles were the only source of light, flooding the room with warmth. Arthur walked to the next table over, before returning with four ceramic bowls, two big and two small. You studied him as he stirred a ladle around a steaming pot of stew, before heaping a spoonful into two bowls. A quiet clink sounded from the blue marbled dishes as he set them down in front of you, before uncovering a dish of rice and spooning it into two smaller sized bowls.
Arthur sat down with a 'huff', and passed you a silver spoon. You observed the food Infront of you, the steam rising and washing over your face.
"Are you alright honey?"
You grimaced at the pet name, before doing your best to meet his eyes.
"I need to go to the toilet." You whispered.
His lips twisted into a smile, before standing up and gesturing for your hand.
You loathed the way he always needed to have contact with you, as if he was afraid you would wander off like a child.
He steered you in the direction of a small hallway by the exit of the hall, and opened the door for you.
A neglected toilet was secured against the far wall, stained yellow with age.
"I'll wait for you out here okay, if you need anything let me know." He smiled before closing the door, causing specks of dust to fall through the cracks in the ceiling.
The room was ill-lit, the only source of light coming from a rectangular window above the toilet. A window. A way out.
Creeping across the room, you lightly put your foot on one side of the toilet seat, gradually putting more weight onto it to avoid any noise, before lifting yourself up.
The window was already cracked open, which meant all you had to worry about was sliding the window up without it squeaking.
The frame that held the pane in place was old and had warped over time, but after some manoeuvring it opened just enough to attempt to squeeze through.
You got half way through, before having to push your hands against the wall to squeeze your hips through.
You almost couldn't believe it when your body fell against the gravel. It seemed almost too easy, but you weren't going to wait around and ponder.
You cautiously crept down the alleyway, trying to keep the ground from crunching beneath your feet.
Your hands curled up beneath the sleeves of your jumper, before you pinched the edge of your sleeves in the palms of your hands, as if that guaranteed your safety. Your eyes stared at your feet, watching every single step.
"Going so soon?"
A faint yelp escaped your throat as you jumped back.
"You haven't even tried your dinner yet." He took a step forwarding, his cane laying horizontal in his clutch.
You took two steps back.
"I must say, I am disappointed... though, I'm not surprised."
He stared you down, his long grey hair fluttering in the gentle night time wind.
"Come here."
You took another two steps back and shook your head.
"Oh I wasn't giving you a choice", his constant reassuring smile faltered, "come here."
You planted your feet, clenched your jaw and stared him down, "You can't make me."
Arthur took another step forward, the moonlight washing over his face, "I wouldn't be so sure."
Slowly, he lifted his cane from his side and held it out between you.
A deep amethyst glow illuminated from the eyes of the cane, glaring at you. The sensation of a tough hand crawling up your back caught you by surprise, though no-one would have guessed this, as your body was frozen over, your eyes transfixed on the eyes of the cane. The hand made its way up your back, you focused on your peripheral. A set of claws creeped over your shoulder, followed by forest green scales smoothing over your jumper with ease, despite the intense weight.
The chill air breezed past you, your eyelids remained glued open despite your eyes need for moisture. He advanced towards you, the cracking of the glass in his shoes matching with the rubble beneath him. He lifted his free hand, grazed it against your cheek before pinching your face between his hand, "You will learn, to do as you're told."
A/N: Honestly I'm not very proud with how this came out. This first part is very short but thankfully I'm on holidays now so I'll have more time to write!
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