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dominantslasherking · 1 year

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Hi hi hi can I recuest for Arthur Harrow with a really posesive and rough reader pls??? Thank you

Arthur Harrow with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Imagine, having Arthur as your Avatar(You're a god) and you find out he's trying to bring back Ammit, you are not pleased.

Imagine Yandere S/o but also Yandere Arthur as well. Arthur is like a masochist in this one. Btw Kinda fluffy---But in a good way that it fits with the story

"Arthur," Your rough voice rang out, gripping his jaw while bringing him into a kiss, as your other hand made its way to his waist, "Please--wait, not here...in front of everyone!" Arthur pleaded slightly whimpering under your touch, in front of everyone he meant Ammit's other little cult members.

"Only you can see me though." You grumbled, your hand slipping under his shirt while taking your hand off his haw and a handful of his hair before shoving his head back so you can kiss along his neck. "Mr. Harrow...are you alright?" A woman piped up seeing his estranged state.

Arthur tried to bob his head, gasping as you go of him, suddenly disappearing; Most likely back to Harrow's rooms.

"You shouldn't have interrupted." Arthur Harrow scolded the woman, regaining his composure, before staring at her blankly as he fixed his shirt. Arthur had to admit, he liked it when you were like this, treating him coldly and rough. It simply annoyed him that someone would dare interrupt your actions, but the woman was new and didn't understand, so he let it slide, but have someone inform her of what 'that' was.

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You paced around your human lover's room, your avatar, after he had left the previous god he was working for, "Khonshu" sometime later he found you, but Arthur was different from the stories of him previously known as Khonshus avatar, But now you know he is actually working for Ammit, and you weren't pleased, Ammits judgment was all wrong, her judgment is just one fate of the coin. One could easily defy the fates and change their 'destiny' Ammit only sees one of the multiple paths.

This is why you hated that bitch so much, you were the god of Destiny and souls, and to know that she had some type of control over your avatar, well it pissed you off.

Arthur had finally returned to his room, setting down Ammit's chain, as he saw you break from your human form and stalk towards him, your overwhelming power bringing him to his knees. "Please!-She was not informed of our ways--I" Arthur was confused, he thought you were angry with one of the followers of Ammit that interrupted the 'session'

"Bring your punishment on me...and--and no one else." Arthur pleaded, well more like begged, he wanted it, he wanted to feel any type of pain inflicted on him from you. Arthur knew he was a sinner, he was so fucking sinful and he knew he would never be a part of Ammit's paradise, because of sickening ways, he liked being hurt, he fucking loved it, especially from a holy being such as yourself.

Slowly Arthur was lifted up in the air by the neck and placed in your lap, your body was much larger than his since you were indeed in your god form. "When...were you going to tell me about Ammit?" You whispered lowly.

Arthur choked on his spit, not expecting you to find out, he tried so damn hard...to...to keep it a secret. "What is she giving you?" You growled out, your hand still placed on Arthurs's throat but not squeezing.

"She..promise the world would be paradise." Arthur calmly stated, closing his eyes while trying to calm his beating heart, "What else." You continued to prod, your arms wrapping around Arthur, nearly covering his entire body, because of your god form, slowly you started to shrink back to human size, holding Arthur firmly still in your grasp. "No other gods expect you and her, she promised that I could be with you forever," Arthur admitted his voice cracking at the thought of such things.

A low rumble escaped your throat pleased at his confession as you, stand up with him, slowly leaning down and biting into his neck, before leaving scattered kisses. "Even without Ammit, my sweet Avatar, I never planned to let you go." Arthur leaned into your touch slowly, enjoying the possessive behavior you display for him, it made him swell with joy, "If you refused to be with me forever, I would have imprisoned you." Arthur's calm voice spoke, hugging your torse as he smiled against your aggressive love bites.

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Window Part 2 (Final)

AO3

Part 1

Pairings: Yandere! Arthur Harrow X gn! Reader

Summary: He says someone's after you and keeps you isolated.

Warnings: Yandere, dark, kidnapped/isolated/locked reader, forced touches

You jumped at the screams that woke you from your peaceful sleep. You couldn't see Harrow when you looked around. With trembling hands, you pushed the duvet aside and stood up. Your heart beat with hope. Was this the man he was talking about? The man in the white suit? Did he come to save you? You prayed for the mysterious man you saw on the roof to be your savior and wasted no time, you rushed to the door. Of course it didn't open. Arthur has you locked in there.

You quickly ran to the window and tried to open it, but it was locked. So he locked everything while you were sleeping? You looked outside, holding back tears. There were people fighting, but you couldn't see the man. You knocked on the window several times, hoping he could hear or see you.

Yes, he appeared. You saw him, but his outfit was different from the last time you saw. It was a white suit, like normal white suit, and it looked like he had a full white mask on his head. It was weird for you to understand, but his movements were even weirder. The confident man was gone, replaced by a man who was trying to fight with an invisible creature and was beaten up.

He seemed to have forgotten about you, starting to run in the opposite direction with whatever it was invisible. You hit the glass in sadness and sobbed. "No!"

Unable to accept the fact, you hit the glass over and over and shouted. While you tried to make your voice heard, you didn't hear the door open. "What are you doing, my darling?"

You turned to Arthur in panic and looked at him. His hair was falling over his face, making it look dark and frightening in the dim room. Although he didn't look happy, he offered you his arm smiling and gestured for you to come to his chest. "Come here."

Your lower lip trembled and you shook your head. No, you didn't want it. You didn't want to give up when you were this close to your freedom. But his wish was clear. "Do you want me to punish you? While I'm ready to forget what you did in the window and give you another chance?"

You slowly walked towards his arms. As you approached, he threw his cane on the bed and opened his other arm. He sniffed your hair as he hugged you tightly. "We're leaving here, I have to take you to a place no one knows."

You sobbed at what he said and tried to get away from him by hitting him on the chest, but he didn't let you go. "You don't understand now, but if you knew how much I love and protect you..."

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 3 months

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Bloody Beetle | Part Six

Summary: in an intense car ride with Harrow you make one final attempt to change his mind, and truths are revealed.

Pairing: Harrow x reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Harrow being Harrow (he's like, bordering on yandere)

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long. Grief is a bitch. But part seven coming tomorrow!! then I think part eight will be the final part... I researched a LOT into the Staff of Ammit and what powers Harrow had but definitely made shit up so apologies haha 🙈 as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Five | Series Masterlist

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The journey across the Egyptian desert is uncomfortable. Not just because its a long time to be sat in a hot car on a ridiculously bumpy track, but because you're forced to sit in the back with Harrow right by your side. He tries to converse with you, telling you how excited you should be about going to Giza and how privileged you are to witness the birth of the new world. But all you can do is stare out the window, simultaneously trying to block Harrow's voice and the image burnt into your mind of Steven and Maya’s lifeless bodies in the tomb.

When you finally reach a main road, you're almost relieved to see the Egyptian patrol vehicles blocking the road, forcing the cars to stop. Officers approach the cars, banging on the hoods as they say something in a language you don't understand.

“Stay in the car.” Harrow tells you calm but firm as he opens the door and gets out. Officers raise their guns and shout at him and some disciples immediately jump out the cars to defend him. Harrow just calmly raises his hands, telling everyone it’s all right.

“Show me your papers!” The officer near to him says.

“I don't need to show you my papers.” Harrow replies. “You need to show us your soul.”

He raises his cane and as he bangs it to the ground a purple light sweeps through the officers. You gasp, watching as almost all of them fall to the ground. All except the one who had been talking to Harrow. His body shakes and when it stops he looks at Harrow, dazed and confused.

“This is the face of a good man.” Harrow says, reaching out to place his hand on the officer’s shoulder. He removes the walkie talkie from the officers vest and shuts it off. “You don't need this anymore.” He throws it to the ground and moves away from the officer.

“Move the bodies out of the way.” You hear Bobbi call and see disciples start to jump out from the cars. “Lets go! Clear a path.”

The driver in your car gets out to help and you see your opportunity. You open the door, but before you can even move Harrow is there slamming it shut again. He locks eyes with you through the car window and holds out his hand. The driver hands him the key and he instantly locks the car, before turning and leaning against the door. You shuffle across the seat to the other side of the car and try that door instead, but it stays locked. You let out a sigh, turning to look out the back window. You watch the disciples working, moving the officers bodies like they’re just bags of sand, not caring at all that these are real people who had lives and families.

Movement behind one of the vehicles a few cars away grabs your attention. Every other person out there is helping clear a path, but not this one. This person has their hood up. Like they’re hiding, sneaking behind he back of the cars. The sun catches something metal shining in their hand. A knife! As they get close enough you realise its Layla! Her eyes remain fixed on Harrow as she steadies her grip on the knife in her hand. She must be here to kill Harrow!

You spare a quick glance at Harrow, he’s still leaning against the car door watching his disciples do his dirty work. You look back at Layla and you're surprised to see she’s no longer focused. Instead she’s looking down at the ground, talking to someone. You shuffle as far over as you can to try and get a better view but all you can see is someones legs. It looks like she’s talking to one of the dead officers…

Suddenly she looks back up again, startling you. Your movement catches her eye and she looks directly at you through the rear window. You wave, mouthing at her to “help”. She nods, bringing her finger up to her mouth to tell you to stay quiet as she refocuses on Harrow. She takes a couple of short steps but when Bobbi shouts “it’s time to go” she stops retreating back a few steps.

“I’ll find you.” She mouths to you before running to the back of the cars and disappearing from your view. A sadness hits you as you remember Steven saying those same words back in London. When was that? Days? Weeks? You’d lost count of how long you’d been with Harrow in the middle of all this madness.

You jump at the sound of Harrow getting back in the car, turning around to sit back down in your seat.

“What were you looking at?” He asks, glancing out the rear window.

“Nothing.” You say shakily, hoping Harrow doesn’t realise you're lying. “Just.. there’s a lot of bodies out there.”

Sensing your sadness he reaches over, placing his hand on yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I know it’s hard. It will be over soon.” You pull your hand away and move as far away from him as is possible when trapped in a car. You hear him sigh before he says “Not far to go now.”

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You see it in the distance. The great pyramid of Giza standing tall in the desert. Your heart starts to race as you realise this really is it. Time is running out.

“Are you alright?” Harrow asks, hearing your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself.

“Please don't do this.” You say in a sudden moment of bravery.

“What?”

“Don't do this.” You say, firmer this time as you look at him. “You can turn these cars around, stop anyone else from dying… You don't have to go through with this.”

You look him at him for a moment, silently pleading with him as he looks back at you. There’s a sadness in his eyes.

“I have to.”

“No- no you don’t”

“I do Y/N.”

“Says who?” You argue. “Who? Ammit? She’s lying to you Arthur-”

“Don’t-”

“She’ll say whatever she has to to convince you to free her. But there must be a reason that the other gods imprisoned her. She is dangerous-”

“ENOUGH!” Harrow shouts and slams his cane into floor, startling you and clearly the driver too from the way the car swerves. “My apologies.” He says to the driver, composing himself before looking at you. You haven’t seen him this angry, especially not with you. “I understand that you are frightened, and you are grieving your friend…” he tries to hide his anger by softening his voice “but you talk of things of things you do not understand.”

“Then help me.” You say quietly. He looks confused. “Help me to understand.”

“I’ve already told you-” Harrow starts but you interrupt.

“You told me why Ammit takes lives. But what about you? You killed Steven, Arthur, YOU did that!”

“He was complicated. He had unbalanced scales.”

“What about Maya? She didn’t have ‘unbalanced scales’. She was on your side, she worshipped you! And you murdered her!”

“No! She failed to stop Marc Spector from getting to the tomb and in turn we almost lost the ushabti. She jeopardised our chance of freeing Ammit.”

"Then what about me? Why am I still alive Arthur? I have been very open about how much I disagree with Ammit, and you. I helped Steven to get the ushabti. I have tried at every opportunity to stop you, but I’m still here. Help me understand that.” You pause, giving him a chance to speak but he closes his eyes. “Why haven’t you killed me, like you have with everyone else who got in your way?” He still remains silent. “Arthur?!”

“Because I can’t!” He finally replies, looking at you with teary eyes. “I know I’m supposed to, she wants me to, but I can’t do that to you, I just can’t… not to you…”

“What are you saying?”

The car comes to a stop at the base of the pyramid and the driver gets out. But Harrow doesn’t move. The cult leader/avatar of Ammit persona he’s always worn has dropped, leaving a very different person in front of you. For the first time, he looks vulnerable.

“I have feelings for you Y/N. Feelings I’m not supposed to have. Feelings that have stopped me from carrying out Ammit's orders.”

“I- I don’t understand.. You said Ammit changed her mind, that she saw something special about me-” a realisation hits you “It was all a lie. But the daily healings? If that wasn’t Ammit, then what the hell was it? Please, just tell me the truth.”

He looks conflicted, releasing a sigh before speaking.

“Keeping you alive was an accident. When I first met you in the museum, I would have gone through with killing you if Marc hadn’t stopped me. I made up the deal that Ammit would spare you if he gave me the scarab but I had every intention of killing you anyway. When I came to you, when you were almost dead, I was going to finish it.” He must see the horror on your face because he quickly tries to reassure you “But then I listened to you speak and for the first time I questioned Ammit’s judgement. No one has ever made me do that. I knew you must be special, so I restored your life back to you.”

“So why convince me I was still dying?”

“I needed a reason to keep you near me. I hoped you would be grateful and stay with me. But you didn’t, so I said Marc had left you behind and when you still wanted to leave I panicked and made up a reason to keep you around.”

“But if you weren’t actually healing me, what were you doing?”

"Simply making you sleep. I always believed the Staff of Ammit simply judged and drained a life force completely. It was only after Marc interrupted me draining your life at the museum that I realised that wasn't the case. It can kill, it can leave a person on the edge of death, or it can send someone into a deep sleep. So that's what I did.” He looks down at the cane that is resting against his leg.

“Is there anything you haven’t lied to me about?!”

“There is something special in you Y/N, that wasn’t a lie. I can see it. And when Ammit is released I will make sure she sees it too-”

“She wants me DEAD Arthur!! Why aren’t you getting that? She wants me dead, and when she sees you haven’t done it she’ll just do it herself.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“If you think you can stop her you're even more delusional than I thought.” You say, and from Harrow’s face you see he knows you have a point. “The simple truth is, if you go in there and release Ammit you won’t just be condemning a whole lot of innocent people to death… you’ll be killing me too.” You watch him as he thinks. He looks conflicted. You reach out and take his hand, causing him to fully concentrate on you. “Arthur, you said that you questioned Ammit’s judgement. If there is any doubt in you at all, any part of you that thinks she wrong then you have to stop this.”

He looks past you, out the car window to the disciples that have started to climb up the side of the pyramid, studying them for a moment. Then back to you.

“You're right. I have to stop this.” He says and you smile at him in relief, nodding your head. “I have to stop her from killing you.”

“What, no that’s not what I mean-” you start to argue but he cuts you off, placing his hand on your head. You see the cane glow and instantly feel sleep coming over you. “No Arth- please…”

“It all right my love, you’ll be okay.” He lays you down across the car seat, sliding back to open the car door behind him and lets himself out. “You’ll be safe in here.” He pulls a blanket from the floor and drapes it over you, covering you so that you are hidden but leaving a small gap for you to breathe. You look up at him stood in the door frame, he's looking at you full of sadness and fear.

"Please..." you manage and as you drift off you hear him speak.

“I hope I'm here when you wake to join you in the new world.”

Part Seven

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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Moon knight x reader

Home time

Usually, when you woke up you felt comforted and warm, but right now all you could feel was pain.

You whimpered softly, searching for their warmth and safety, but you knew Marc, Steven or Jake weren't anywhere near.

"Easy, dear." You heard a voice say as you looked up to see Arthur Harrow.

Marc had told you about him.

"I think there are a few things you could tell me about Marc." He said as you glared at him.

"Get away from me, your breath smells." You growled making him chuckle.

"You're very childish, I suppose that's why it was so easy for Marc to kidnap and manipulate you." He said before you head-butted him, two guards grabbed you back.

"Fiesty little girl, aren't you?" Arthur said wiping the blood away from his nose.

"They'll find me." You growled as Arthur chuckled.

"Well, darling. I'm relying on that." He said as you glared at him again.

"Don't you despise them? They took you away from your family, Marc killed your father." Arthur said as you chuckled.

"You can't turn me against them, I love them. My father was a monster, they saved me." He said as Arthur sighed.

"Poor girl, look what he's done to you." He said before you looked away from him.

You sat quietly, knowing they'd be here for you soon.

It didn't take long until one of Arthur's guards was taken down by a moon dart.

Arthur stood up and smirked.

"The man himself." He said as you looked around nervously for them.

Suddenly one of the guards grabbed you and pointed a gun at your head making you yelp in shock.

Marc must've been behind you because Arthur's eyes traveled above you.

"Pretty brave of you to kidnap her, you know I'll kill anyone to get her." You heard Marc growl, you couldn't help but smile a little.

Just hearing his voice made you feel better.

Suddenly the man behind you disappeared and you broke out of the chair and punched Arthur.

You quickly ran to Marc and hugged him.

"Oh, baby. It's okay." He said, gripping you.

Suddenly gunshots went off and Marc quickly wrapped his Cape around you.

"When I say so, I need you to run. Find your way outside and hide somewhere." Marc instructed as you nodded a little.

"Promise we can have tea and cuddles when we get home?" You asked making him chuckle.

"Of course, baby. Now go!" He shouted before you acted quickly and ran away.

You eventually made it outside and hid in a small alleyway.

You hugged your knees to your chest and covered your ears, waiting for Marc to return.

It took about an hour until Marc returned. You felt someone touch your arm and you instantly screamed.

"Easy, love! It's me." You heard Steven's voice say as you gasped and jumped up to hug him.

"It's okay, I'm here." He whispered as you began to cry.

"Tea and cuddles?" You whispered making him chuckle.

"Let's go home, love."

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honeymelonpm · 10 months

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I would love a continuation of the Arthur Harrow x Age Regressed!Reader headcanons. Maybe something with him taking care of them when they're upset and crying? (Not a tantrum, just being scared or generally upset)

I finished writing the last third of this the other day but it didn't save 😭

Also sorry, this request is from ages ago, I travel a while for work now so I have time to write on the bus 🤍

After sometime, you became accustomed to a quiet, repetitive life in the village.

The things you found joy in had changed overtime, from drinking with friends and watching movies, to your good behaviour being rewarded, and being given the opportunity of spooning mouthfuls of your favourite, sweet cereal into your mouth at breakfast.

Being sent to go play with the neighbouring kids had aided in the adjustment of your headspace.

At first you would stand on the sidelines, watching awkwardly as all the parents and carers sat on the nearing benches watching the kids kick a worn soccer ball across the cobblestone.

Your initial instinct was to do the same, look out for the kids in case there were any accidents, until Arthur had joined the other adults on the benches, and encouraged you to join the group of kids half your age.

You were tense at first, kicking the ball around and walking at a brisk pace to keep up with the game, both lips pulled taut as you tried to mentally block the stupidity you felt.

By the third day you had loosened up, your feet in constant motion as you danced around the ball, before striking it, sending it directly to the chalk goal on the brick wall, before a roar of cheers echoed up and down the lane.

After some time, you had found the same joy in playing as the other kids, often playing hide and seek in the lane, or going over to each other's house to eat after a tiring game.

As much fun as playing games with your friends was, there was the occasional mishap.

You had been almost gliding along the smooth stone, hitting an old puck with a yellowed hockey stick that was being held together by nothing more than some masking tape.

You had been passing it back and forth to your friend as you reached closer to the goal, until one of the kids hooked their hockey stick around your ankle, your body collapsing to the ground with an undeniable thud.

Your knees and palms seared with an incredible pain as they collided with the stone beneath you.

It only took a few moments before your throat dried up, what seemed like an endless amount of tears glazed over your eyes, before spilling over.

You weren't sure if it was the shock that upset you or the pain, no-one knew.

Letting go of your breath, a pained wail tore through your throat.

The game had stopped entirely, both teams scattered in the lane all still and staring at you, not knowing what to do.

The parents that lined the nearby benches had dispersed, half of them racing up the road to find Arthur whilst the rest ran over to you.

A slender hand gently caressed your back, "You're okay sweetie, you're okay, Arthur will be here soon okay?"

Usually words such as those never comfort you, but in this moment all you wanted was for him to be there.

As if on cue, Arthur appeared from behind a brick wall, his cane not touching the ground, instead held firmly in his grip as he quickened his pace.

"Oh honey," He muttered under his breath as he knelt in front of you, "What happened?"

For the first time, you wanted to answer him, but the anxiety was too much.

The most your body was able to do in that moment was peer at him with your glossy, reddened eyes, hoping that he would take you away from the ever growing crowd.

Thankfully, no words seemed to be needed, as he placed one arm behind your back and another under your legs, scooping you up with a huff.

Carrying you up the lane, Arthur held you close, taking you through the open entry way and gently sitting you down on the kitchen bench next to the sink.

Your small chest jumped with your erratic breath as you tried to calm yourself down.

Arthur opened the old cabinet below the sink and retrieved a little box of bandages, gauze and an array of glass bottles.

Twisting off the childproof cap with ease, Arthur placed a piece of cotton over the opening and slowly poured the bottle until he was satisfied.

"What's one thing you can smell?" He asked, bringing himself in front of you.

Holding your breath for a moment you closed your eyes and whispered, "...Toast?"

"Good, what are two things you can hear?"

"...the wind...and me?"

Arthur continued to ask you questions until your breath had evened.

The harsh sting that buzzed over your knees and palms soon subsided when he applied a pink, buttery cream, before dressing them with an old roll of gauze and bandage.

The shock and pain you had initially felt eventually numbed as you were quickly overcome with a dreadful wave of embarrassment.

An unwanted loop of the event played over and over again in your head, not even the sudden clinks of the bottles being put into the old tin and packed away could tear you from the neverending spiral of embarrassment you had fallen in.

Arthur's firm, warm hand held your cheek, before he lightly held your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Hey," he whispered, trying to draw your attention, "You did so well."

He reassured you with a gentle smile and supported the back of your head with his other hand.

"You did so well."

#fanfic #moon knight #yandere #arthur harrow #x reader #age regression #request

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nicktremblaywayfu · 1 year

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I love your writing so muchhhh 💕

I want some headcanons about yandere Arthur Harrow pls 😩

HWHDJABA THANK YOUUU 🥺🥺💖💖 Also oh you asked for yandere cult leader? Here it goes our obsessive overprotective Harrow hueheuheuehe

Warnings : Kidnapping, hint of stockholm syndrome, yandere, and Arthur himself. Also major characters death

The first time he saw you, oh boi he skipped the process of Judgment and for the first time disobeying Ammit's rule

He uses his intuition as well his power to know that you are a good soul. Someone pure that is needed to be protected by anything that could endanger your life.

When you are "judged" (which just consists of him talking about how pure you are), he will hug you so tight that you are struggling to breathe. Also he somehow grasped your back with nails digging.

He would definitely manipulate you to come to his cult (which he said a community). He'd do everything even if it hurts you, "for your sake" he stated.

Of course you would refuse (let's pretend we're just a normal person in here to him lmaoooo). You'd try to run but he held both of your hands tightly, leaning into you until there's just an inch between you two.

"I just wanted to keep you safe."

He was about to initiate a kiss but a noise surprised you both. Let's say he was in a museum and a loud announcement alarmed him, giving you a chance to run away as far as you could.

Little did he know, he already had all your information inside his pockets.

The time you came home, you already found him sitting on your bed, tilting his head giving you a "warm" smile.

In panic, you ran away locking him inside your house.

Yet it was proven to be futile. The time you realized you were surrounded by his armed cultist, you already found he was right behind you and covered your mouth shut.

"You have no idea the dangers lurking around, threatening your soul. I'm here to keep you safe. You don't have to worry."

He'll handcuff you for your own "safety." On the journey he'll sit right next to you, keeping his eyes on you only.

In the first week, he'll talk often to you, speaking about Ammit, paradise, Judgment, and how pure your soul is. He doesn't accept the answer of "no", so he'd repeat his words if he found it necessary.

He'll bath you, hand feed you, all your necessities will be his responsibilities. He won't punish you if you try to rebel because he’ll understand that you need some adjustment.

Eventually you managed to escape…for a few minutes. Harrow found you when you stumbled upon cardboards thanks to your handcuffed hands.

"I see you are uncomfortable with this. I am truly sorry, but I need you to understand I never meant to hurt you.”

He’ll put you in his room again, tho without the handcuff this time. He used another trick, reverse psychology. He left all the doors unlocked, leaving you to decide whether you want to escape or not.

You may think there will be traps, but there are none. Yet it is hard to actually see it.

One day, you actually escaped from the cult. No harrow, not even his people managed to stop you. Yet when you arrived home, you realized you were technically helpless. No food in the fridge, you are no longer able to do any money-worth skill, you even had a hard time bathing yourself.

You returned anyway. You have no choice, you started to realize your life was actually taken care of. All goes with Arthur’s plan and he welcomes you in open arms.

You are no longer handcuffed, but whenever you go outside, even just for eating with the people, Arthur will always be on your side.

If there is a man flirting with you, he will guarantee that the man’s scales shall be unbalanced.

Oh he’d let his past moon knight era side aka being ruthless if Marc/Steven tried to save you from his hand. And when he knows you are being touched by them, he won’t hesitate to shoot them countless time in place and lock you for a full 48 hours to “purify” you.

He wouldn’t hesitate to hurt Layla as well. He sees no gender when it comes to violence. So off she goes to the field of reeds if she decides to save you from him.

When he needs to fly to another country, you have two choices : Went with him or your leg being tied to his bed so you wouldn’t come anywhere out from the house.

In the end, he would cling to your side 24/7, keeping you safe from the wicked world and keeping you only for himself exclusively.

One crucial thing you need to know from him is that he doesn't take "No"

#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow headcanons #x reader #moon knight #moon knight headcanons #marvel #mcu #marvel villains #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #headcanons #yandere

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xxcatnissxx · 2 years

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"My Hero"

♡ Reader x mooknight smol oneshot ♡

Splat.

You spat out the remaining blood that pooled in your mouth, watching as the scarlet liquid traveled down and through the cracks of the cement floor. The sound of it dripping through the drain follwed the rhythm of the nearby clock. As well as the pummeling sound of your erratic heartbeat; desperately trying to pin down any rising fear.

Soon, a gruff voice could be heard speaking out. "Hey boss, they're still not talking .... If I go at it any longer they'll be out like a light." You couldn't help the weak smirk that formed on your face, deviously croaking out, "bet you wish you could say that about you and your girl eh?" Quickly growing a feeble, Cheshire-like grin that revealed two rows of bloody teeth.

Boom.

The sound of a meaty fist colliding with flesh could be heard throughout the empty room. A flash of white, hot searing pain clouded your vision accompanied with a loud ringing through both ears. You barely allowed yourself to only release a small yelp from the beating. Due to the fact that you didn't want to give the perpetrator too much satisfaction from your pain. Leaving the bulky man in the end to just release a slew of obscene curses from his chapped lips.

"Woah Mike, take it easy there alright? We still need them alive- how about you go ahead and take a break okay?" A man with shoulder length, golden blonde hair gently spoke out. His hand tenderly patted the offenders' shoulder while the other leaned onto a metallic gold cane. Your now somewhat bruised eye couldn't help but squint in confusion and awe as you studied the top of it. A two-headed crocodile embellished the top of the rod. For a split second you could have sworn the reptile's eyes gleamed purple.

Realization of who this person was quickly struck your bloodied face. At the same time, the poised man seemed to notice the said awareness and placed the end of his cane under your chin. You couldn't help but slightly wince as he lifted it so that you could now face him. The pressure shooting all the way up to the now throbbing cheek. He tutted before slyly speaking out, "to think this all could have been avoided if you just told me where he placed the scarab."

Funny thing was, is that your rebellious stunt put only you at the scene of hiding said item. Were you gonna tell him that?

Pfft. No.

You spitted out any remaining crimson liquid onto his face and grinned triumphantly. "Over my dead body ... Arthur," mustering out as he quickly wiped his face off with his handkerchief. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth quickly drew his attention. Harrow cupped his hand around her-less damaged-cheek and tenderly rubbed his thumb across. "It deeply saddens me to see an exquisite wonder such as yourself come to this." He motioned to your bruised complexion with his cane as he stood back. You couldn't help but scoff in disbelief at the absurd compliment.

You shuffled your tied hands around some more, hoping to eventually break out, but only received harsher rope burns in return. A moment of tense silence filled the room so thick it was almost suffocating. Terror still lingered in your chest as you were well aware of his reputation. You knew if he tried to 'read your scales,' the result would most likely not be in your favor. "You know that I'm not the villian they all made you believe me to be." Arthur spoke out as he then crouched down to your level-which was currently a seated one in a rusty, metal chair-and rested his hand on your knee. The sensation of his calloused palm couldn't help but make you grimace in disgust. "In all actuality, I'm the hero here, only wanting to bring out a world filled of peace and happiness." He soulfully spoke out whilst looking up at you with admiration glistening in his eyes.

"I can save you too ... if you just tell me where the relic is. Then I can free you from all this pain." His thumb tenderly rubbed her knee to match the fond tone in his voice. Only for it all to fall on deaf ears. "I think .... I think you're delusional that's what," you sneered out to the man across from you. "Your version of 'peace' only causes the deaths of millions who haven't even had a chance to make those decisions. If anything I'm sure those so-called 'bad' choices only result in them leaving you and your whole crew flat out on their sorry arses." You quickly spilled out, the rapid release of sentences leaving your sore chest heaving for air.

Harrow only stayed silent as his face quickly fell and became dark with an emotion unreadable. However, before he could respond, the same brawny man from before quickly rushed over. "Boss! Boss! L-look you gotta come see this! It's that guy! He took out h-half of our guys already!" The brute madly choked out as they both walked over and examined the security cameras covering the abandoned warehouse. Your eyes immediately lit up in hope and relief from the shouted statement. The metal chair scraping across the floor as you managed to turn yourself to face the footage. You couldn't help but let out an exhilarating sigh as you spoke out,

"Thats. My hero right there~"

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ominoose · 6 months

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𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

A list of seasonal fanfics I've read or found over the month of October that I really enjoyed for future reference and others to check out <3

Part 1

Key: 🎃 - NSFW ┆ 🤎 - X Reader ┆ 🐈‍⬛ - Dark

Absolutely Purr-fect by @sarahghetti You and the Moon Boys adopt a cat. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 2.4k ┆ 🤎

Broken Toys by @midgardian-witch Blue gives you some comfort. Characters: Blue Jones WC: 1.7k ┆ 🤎

Farm Day by @reallyrallyauthor You and Steven go on a farm day to see the animals. Yes, it's as cute as it sounds. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🤎

Voice Kink by @winniethewife Phone sex with Williams amazing voice. Characters: William Tell WC: 843 ┆ 🎃🤎

Little Secrets by @heladodecerezq You're the MK's systems kid and keep a little secret for them, which they really don't like. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 921 ┆ 🐈‍⬛

Jake Jerkin' Off by @tiptapricock Jake jerks off, but written as more of a character introspective. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 774 ┆ 🎃

Look At You by @notquitecanon Each of the MK boys saying "Look at you" in different contexts. Sweet and sexy. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 1.7k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cumming In Your Mouth Platonically by @my-secret-shame & @foxilayde Fen made another banger post and Foxilayde served another five meals with it. Aka a quick post on letting Cecil cum in your mouth but its totally platonic, not weird or anything. Characters: Cecil Dennis WC: 727 ┆ 🎃 🤎

Lust is a Drug by @minispidey You're Arthur Harrows virgin, isolated cult wife and Moon Knight pays a visit. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Mr and Mrs Knight by @angel-of-the-moons Chubby reader goes to work a work party with Steven, some mean girls make it go south. Characters: Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector WC: 4.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

My Lord by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction King John is exiled to another country and fixates on one of the head servants. Only Fen could make a King John fic that's smut and kinda fluff, it's magic. Characters: King John WC: 3.1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Patience by @moons-dunes Steven gives you an agonizing lesson in patience. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🎃 🤎

La Petite Mort by @hon3yboy You inherit a manor from your dead aunt and it's got a cute but obsessive British ghost in it. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 3k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

He Found The Box of Condoms by @hoedamn-eron You fuck your best friends dad and then date him. Told in three parts. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Sleeping Dogs by @hon3yboy Werewolf!Marc. Again. All I need to say. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.8k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Visions & Loyalty by @reallyrallyauthor Your sisters is meant to marry Leto but then he goes "Actually, no you" and it's three parts. God bless. Leto is so well written. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Finish The Job by @romana-after-dark MK system kidnaps reader and Jake goes quite Yandere on them. Characters: Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Steven Grant WC: 1.4k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Control by @romana-after-dark Jake is really into killing and blood. Really into it. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 591 ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Corny Night In by @jayke0 Marc with a chubby reader, has thigh fucking and feels. You will lose it. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 1.6K ┆ 🎃 🤎

Losing Hand by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction William tries to teach you poker and his dicks also inside you at the same time. Character: William Tell WC: 1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cry Baby by @jayke0 Bullying Cecil while he whimpers and gets off. Character: Cecil Dennis WC: 1.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

#omimuse #this ones bigger than last time #not my fault you guys made tons of good stuff #again if anyone wants off lmk

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Arthur Harrow with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Falling and beginning to worship a god, that is Khonshu's close friend...wasn't a part of his plan. And somehow being able to kidnap the god in his human form, make it so much easier for Arthur.

Sitting and observing on a random roof as Khonshu and you watched his avatar fight a jackal. "I quite like Steven, he's adorable." You uttered out to your dear friend, he rolled his non-existent eyes before speaking, "He is such a fool." Khonshu huffed out.

"Tell me why are you in your human form again?" Khonshu asked his large body turning to you. "Well, how can I join in on the fun, if your avatar can't even see me! Or any other villainous people, am I suppose to just...watch!" You expressed out flailing your well-toned arms.

Khonshu leaned closer to observe your human form, "Just get yourself an avatar." He bluntly and boldly told you, "Haven't found anyone that piped my interest..other than your avatar(s), who are already taken!" Khonshu buffed out in slight pride

Both the divine beings snap back to Marc who was currently in control, and talking well, more like snarling at the man who wanted the beetle which led to Ammit tomb.

"What are you exactly going to do, seduce them, you lust god." Khonshu seethed out in a slightly teasing manner.

"I'm not only the god of lust...I'm also the God of wrath and pride." You grinned out your eyes flashing, red and then into a shade of gold before residing back to their normal color, [Eye color].

"You forgot a few others..." He muttered as you slowly nodded, "Yes, yes, but I'm not really trying to...what do the humans call it...--flex? Yes...I'm not trying to ...flex, that I'm practically seven deadly sins but a god.." Sighing out, as Khonshu.

You peered closer at the two men fighting, "What's happening.." You muttered noticing the Ammit worshiper summoning more Jackals than Mark can handle, overall there were about 6 of them.

Khonshu shook with rage, not expecting the vile human to do that, "He's trying to get rid of my avatar(s)!" Khonshu raged out, the wind picking up and whipping around furiously.

"Say..please." You laughed out, noticing Khonshu realize that you could interfere since you were in your human form.

Stretching your muscles as you heard Khonshu mutter a small plead, which of course you knew is the best you could get out of him, "Alright, but don't expect me to be quick, the other gods and goddesses decided to restrict almost all of my powers in my human form." You tsked out annoyed.

It nearly took almost all of them to do this act, considering you were very powerful, however, some did refuse vividly enjoying the show you brought to them when they watched over the human realm.

Standing up abruptly, you then suddenly launched yourself off the building, rapidly making your way over two figures and of course to the jackals.

Activating your power of Envy, you looked at Khonshu's avatar, as Marc and Steven wondered what in the world you were doing staring at them for so long.

Everyone was in awe, as they watched you suddenly summon Khonshu's avatar suit, not knowing it was one of your abilities provided by the sin envy, which made you able to steal another power, or maybe barrow considering, they could still use their own but in a rather weaker state.

Not bothering to introduce yourself, you started to attack a Jackal, jumping onto it, and summoning a crescent moon sword

"Hey, Mate...why is this guy kinda cooler than you?" Steven spoke up to Marc with a laugh, as Marc completely ignored him.

Arthur watched in awe at your skill, of killing the Jackal but noticed your movements being to droop.

"Ah, shit.." You muttered under your breath, the restrictions of your god powers in your mortal form were taking a toll, and you only used an Envy ability so far. Suddenly you threw your crescent moon sword to Marc, hoping he would be able to make much more use out of it since his strength was already returning at your weakened state.

After dealing with one Jackal, you moved on to another one that you, heavily injured but got extremely annoyed at how exhausted your power was becoming, from the restriction placed on your mortal form. Not even knowing they were restricted to such an extent that you had about 5 minutes using them until you wore out.

Marc was quite skillfully dealing with the Jackals because of the handy crescent moon sword, and Steven gave some rather surprisingly useful tips on how to wield it.

You wobbled off the Jackal after it dissipated, clenching your fists you enterally cursed at the other gods, not noticing that your body began to fall, right into the arms of the Ammit worshiper, who caught you and stared at you intensely.

Arthurs's gaze was fixated on the newcomer, knowing he can't let this person get in the way of his mission, it would be quite bothersome after all, considering he didn't even know what other powers or even if he had such powers he held.

He did feel something strange around you, The other cult members of Ammit came near, finally caught up to Arthur, as he spoke to them, "Take him...Be cautious..." Arthur signaled them to go, as he trailed along, leaving Marc to deal with the Jackals he summoned.

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Groggily opening your eyes, you seemed to be in a beautiful large space room, however, your arms were dangled up, being chained, you realized your body contorted in somewhat of a larger form not fully at your godly state but somewhat there.

"I'm sorry, for the hostile way of containing you, it must be done, I really didn't expect a god to be in my hands.." Arthur gently spoke, his frame coming into your view.

Once he came closer a sigh escaped his mouth, as he gently touched the chains around your wrists, "Ammit, provided me with these, after I did a bit of praying...Some of the other Ammit followers...have filled me in about you." He continued on.

"Luckily, the chains did suddenly contort along with your body, making it able to hold you..." Arthurs's hand gently made its way to your face, as he made sure you were awake.

Arthur, however, didn't expect the rush of pleasure to invade his body, it was like a wave passing right through him.

He stopped caressing your face, stepping back a bit, the glass in his shoes clattering slightly.

"It seems you would do a lot for, Ammit right...Even though you aren't even her avatar yet..." Jealously was clearly laced in your voice, why or how was Ammit able to gain such an astonishing follower? It made your envy flair with jealousy, however at the same time, your lust flared, just how angry would Ammit be if you took her best follower and soon-to-be avatar?!

Arthur stared at you for a while as you looked at him, "Ammit...worshiper, do you wanna know a dirty secret?" You lulled out, as he stared at you in slight amusement.

"Do you want to know why Ammit practically wants to rid me from existence, it's because she says that she is able to judge people's morality, and even gods..." You uttered out, Arthur wondered where you were going to take this conversation.

"Yet, she can't even judge me correctly, a god who holds the power of the seven deadly sins.." Your voice was simply calm as you let out a weakened voice.

Suddenly you broke the chains shackling your wrists as you towered over the awe-struck Ammit worshipper.

Your voice suddenly was booming as you smiled at Arthur, "But my dear human, I can promise you something, If you become my avatar I can grant your wish, you wish to live in paradise, which I can provide!~" Of course, your paradise might differ from his, but he couldn't help but stare at you, deep down wanting to believe those words.

However he couldn't trust it...because he was betrayed and lied to by a god, whom was close to you....and yet---

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Arthurs's head was gripped, as his entire mouth was salivating on your cock his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head, as you relentlessly mouth fucked him.

Your quite literally godly, large cock, was stretching his throat nearly imaginable, Arthur could swear that if he died, he would want to with your hot, warm cum running down his throat, and filling it to abrim along with his mouth being stuffed.

Arthur wanted to suffocate himself on your cum if possible, but he did want to live and enjoy more of it, more, more, and more.

To keep his hands busy he placed them on your musclely thighs, as you were mercilessly fucking and tearing at his wet, warm enclosed throat. Arthurs's harsh gags could be heard throughout the large Villa.

Letting out a groan was pleasing to Arthur's ears, as was your husky lust-filled voice, "Alright, my sweet--Mm~ Avatar, Are you readyy-~~ For me to.." You paused pounding at his throat for a moment before finishing, "For...my divine, cum?" You hummed out with another groan, as Arthur tried to eagerly nod his head, but ended up bobbing down your cock in his throat.

Gripping Arthur's hair you kept him at a steady pace until you felt your cock throb, you suddenly slammed your cock in his throat, before doing it once more with much more force and roughness.

Cum started to explode into Arthur's throat and up to his mouth, as he kept his eyes staring into your own lust-driven ones.

The thrusts inside Arthur's mouth were now sloppy and calm, until you finally rested inside his mouth for a bit, watching as he swallowed every bit of your cum, and tried to lap up the excess cum around your cock with his tongue.

Arthurs's new-found paradise was one he wanted to keep, and his mind was no longer driven on Ammit, but the god, [Name]

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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📜Arthur Harrow Masterlist📜

"You can't manipulate me! 😥"

📜𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰

More Than Ammit - He wants you to believe his path but things go unexpected (gn!Reader)

Window - He says someone's after you and keeps you isolated (gn!Reader)

Window Part 2 (Final)

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dominantslasherking · 2 years

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Arthur Harrow with dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+. YANDERE Arthur

Backstory: He thought Ammit was the one he needed, but he was so very wrong. Arthur found a new god, he was going to worship, whatever it takes.

You weren't a god that was typically worshipped, it was because most of the gods despised you, because their avatars and worshippers would always seem to be drawn towards you, their power on earth was rather feeble when you were in the picture.

Ammit's judgment soon tried to reach you, She sat by Ma'at scales to figure out what you truly were, but the scales broke, Ammit took it into her own hands to judge you, but she couldn't, it nearly drove her insane, were evil, were you good?

The destruction and chaos you brought down were like hell itself, but at the same time, the peace, and forgiveness, you gave were revolutionary, it was also heaven itself. The gods didn't know what to do so they locked you away, and imprisoned you, much to multiple gods that favored you dismay.

Set tried to forcefully get you out of this prison, with the help of other gods such as Khonsu, Anubis, and Hathor. unfortunately, they were unsuccessful and mourned their fellow god for not being able to see or be around them, the other gods put this betrayal on Kohnsu considering he was already despicable in their eyes, even though the other gods and goddesses tried to defend him it ended in vain.

"[Name]," Ammit whispered right before her own capture, if one person would be able to free her, it would be him, or his Avatar which he hasn't taken one in...yet.

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"Well, Well...Look who is here." You purred out in the bleak and plain area of nothingness. Ammit seethed out looking around in the prison.

The other gods and goddesses were quite lazy with their prison making...they would send all the same gods and goddesses to the same place of nothingness.

Ammit, stood up in all her glory looking at you before she let out a sigh. "Must, I really be trapped in here with YOU?" Ammit shook with annoyance as she bobbed her crocodile head.

She curiously looked at you to see you seated at a table with a game of---what is that? Ammit curiously looked at the cards.

"It's called Uno, Apophis brought it to me, he pops in on occasions..." You shrugged, "Apophis..." Ammit slowly spoke out, hatred in her eyes and voice as Apophis was a deity who embodied chaos.

Ammit slowly made her way over to you, taking a seat. "Very well.."

Ammit flipped the table over with intense rage, "I HATE UNO, AND I HATE YOU-" Ammit stalked off into the nothingness and grumpily stomped around.

It has been over two thousand years, since playing Uno none stop with you, but for you, it has been longer, Ammit, didn't know how you did it, being able to play the same game over and over and over and OVER- And the fact that you could leave whenever you wanted even boggled her godly mind more...so she stayed with you hoping you would break out, obviously you were content on stay where you were.

She suddenly froze in her spot, slowly turning around to face you. "My power is being used..." Ammit purred out with delight, Her eyes frantically looking around as if seeing something that isn't there.

Smirking, "Luckily I won't be here for long." Ammit sat down, you knew what she was going to do, I mean, when playing Uno you both did talk a lot...she told you her plans about making the earth a peaceful place, devouring all the evil souls.

It sounded boring, I mean, there were heroes for a reason...but killing children before they could do evil that they would do in the future, sounds harsh, but who were you judging.

You looked how happy Ammit seemed to be-- A large sinister smile placed itself on your face. I mean she was one of the goddesses that placed you in this prison...

"So your...Avatar--is your way out....Well, he isn't your avatar yet huh..?" You lulled out, her nodding as she daydreamed.

"HAHAHAAHAH-" You began to laugh and hold your stomach while looking at her. "Well, it looks like I have a worshiper to woo~" You smiled got off your seat, and looked at the bleak floor below you.

"What?" Ammit was confused, you would escape this awful prison just to get back at her would yo----A portal...no a way out formed below your feet, as Ammit screeched and quickly tried to rush over to pry herself out of this prison.

But it was too late, you were gone, along with the way out!! Screaming and raging Ammit, threw out all her anger.

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Arthur looked at Mark, before calmly speaking, "Kohnsu, told you yet another lie, [Name] the god of, destruction, hatred, and yet also held the title of god of peace, and forgiveness...He is not real, there has been no record of this god." Arthur slowly spoke not knowing that it was the complete opposite.

'That makes utterly no sense, if he wasn't real why would Kohnsu constantly speak about him, I mean it's not like there is a purpose of him telling us about [Name], it's not like he's trying to use the god's name for anything...' Steven blabbered to Mark, meanwhile, Mark was closely watching Arthur.

Arthur was obviously trying to bring Mark, and Steven's trust in Kohnsu down some of it working but they still persist in stopping Arthur.

Mark suddenly jumped forward getting ready to attack, but before he could even lay a hand on him, he was thrown back by a rough force of magic power coming from Arthurs's staff.

The man let out a sigh, as he slammed his cain down, and quickly summoned Jackals, "I'm afraid this will once again be our parting." Arthur spoke, letting the Jackals deal with the avatar(s).

Arthur and the other cult members of Ammit made their way from the scene.

"Who is [Name]?" One of the female cult members asked gently, Arthur suddenly froze once she asked this question before slowly picking up his pace, after a while of walking he decided to speak.

"A made-up god, that I wanted to dedicate my life to after Kohnsu promised to let me go...He made up this god to string me along into his path of hatred and death." He slowly declaimed, letting out a sigh before giving a smile, "But it is all right, We, have Ammit now." The cult members slowly nodded.

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Arthur gently leaned back observing the view from his balcony of Siwa located in Egypt. "Paradise..." He slowly whispered closing his eyes, imagining the life of happiness that Ammit would bring.

Slowly opening his eyes, he heard someone yawn from behind him, slowly turning around he was met with a figure on his bed, relaxing while looking at him.

"It's quite rude to enter unannounced..." Arthur spoke, watching as you stretch your arms and sit up instead of laying, giving him a better view of your handsome features, your hair slightly a mess

Carefully observing your movements, his eyes trail to your outfit, before quickly stopping himself from having unpure thoughts.

"So, you want to release Ammit?" You asked standing up, and slowly making your way over to him, your body wasn't a large size like the gods loved to portray themselves to their avatars or any mortal, it was simply a normal size.

Arthur simply nodded his head, "I hope you were not sent here to stop me, the world can become a paradise, Ammit will stop any crime before it has happened, and she will devour the souls of the people who already have done bad...-" Arthur tried to sway you as he would do with anyone, he didn't want people to die really, however it was for the greater good.

His breath slightly halted as he got a better look at you, you looked exactly like how the god [Name] was described by Kohnsu.

"You use to be an avatar of Kohnsu...yes? It does really make me angry how the other gods belittle him..." Letting out a gentle hum, you slightly towered over Arthur who looked at you in awe, you should see him ever so slightly shaking.

Placing your hand on his forehead, you suddenly whispered, "Are you alright? I know how you humans are prone to sickness..." You slowly felt on his forehead, it was a normal temperature for a mortal.

"[Name]?" Arthur pronounces, his voice becoming slightly breathy. His eyes became slightly hazed with admiration and worship.

"Yes..." You asked out, watching as Arthur fell to his knees, the sounds of glass could be heard in his shoes from falling down as it made a slightly scratchy noise.

Arthur needlessly drops his cane throwing it aside slightly. His head leaning down on your legs, taking in all in, that you were real, and in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I doubted your existence- I'm sorry for my unforgivable past--" He stumbled on his words, gulping down the saliva stuck in his throat. "I'm...sorry for worshipping another- --" Arthur stopped speaking as you sightly gripped his hair, forcing him to look up at you.

Gently caressing Arthur's face with your other hand and gave him a smile watching the tears fall from his face. "It's alright, you were mine from the very beginning, hm?" You gently state as Arthur leaned into your touch.

"Good, thing you were trying to free Ammit, I mean it did give me a reason to leave the place...I was also getting tired of being imprisoned..." You muttered to him, before asking the soon-to-be ex-cult member of Ammit.

"Would you like to be my avatar?" Arthur looked at you in astonishment before eagerly nodding before using his words, "I am--Unworthy to be your avatar I--" Arthur was cut off by you helping him stand up.

"Shush, say yes, I know you want to." You smirked as he nodded his head, "Very, well.I am very---" A sudden wave of power entered Arthurs's body as he couldn't even finish speaking feeling your power glaze over his entire body.

"Most, gods use, these weird oath things on their avatars.....but I just prefer the shock on their face once they feel power entering their bodies." You explain as Arthur slowly regained his composure.

"The glass in your shoes..take them out, it makes an irritating noise when you walk." You disclose with a look of disgust.

Arthur stared at you, with a small smile on his face.

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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Hi! I love your work!

Could i request a YanderMKxReader who is arthur harrows kid (over 18 tho ofc) and the reader is adjusting to their new life, and during a fight either Steven or Marc slips up and accidentally tells reader that Jake killed their father? How would they all respond?

Have a happy new years! ⭐️

(thank you ♥️)

The truth

It was dark, you weren't used to being outside of your own room.

It was scary.

You squinted your eyes when light began to flood into the room.

"Sweetheart, look at you. You're skin and bones. Did your father even feed you?" A Spanish man said as you looked up.

"Where is he? I'm scared. Please, take me back." You whispered as he knelt down and looked at you.

"Shh, my precious Dove. You're going to be alright." He whispered, reaching forward, making you flinch.

"Please, take me back to my father." You whispered, looking up at him.

"We can't do that, sweetheart. You'll stay here from now on." He said as your eyes widened.

"No, no please I want to go home." You whispered as you began to cry.

"Shh, little one. There's no need for tears." Jake whispered as he gently wiped away your tears.

"Can I please go home?" You whispered as he looked at you.

"What do you mean, love. You are home."

You sat at a dining table looking down at a bowl of pasta.

"Father always said that you would hurt me. You're moon knight." You whispered as Marc sat across from you.

"Your father was a liar, Y/N. He killed many people." Marc said as you glared at him.

"They were bad people!" You shouted before Marc slammed his hand on the table, making you jump in surprise.

"Do not raise your voice at me." He growled as you looked at him in fear.

"Your father was a fucking monster, Y/N." He growled as you felt tears in your eyes.

"He wasn't a bad person." You whispered as you heard Marc chuckle dryly.

"I get that you're a kid, but you can't be that blind." He retorted as you stood up, making your chair fall back.

"My father will find me! And he'll fucking kill you!" You screamed before Marc got up and grabbed your wrist.

"No one is fucking coming for you, the sooner you realise that the easier!" He shouted as you tried to break free.

"He'll find me!" You screamed as Marc's patience broke.

"No he won't, because Jake fucking killed him!" He screamed before you froze and stopped trying to break free.

"What?" You whispered as Marc saw tears in your eyes.

"Shit. Y/N, it's going to be okay." He said as you pulled away from him and backed away, before falling to your knees.

"No." You whispered as you began to cry.

"Steven, I think you might be able to handle this better." Marc said before Steven took over.

Steven went into his knees in front of you.

"I'm so sorry, love. Your father was going to do some very bad things, and if he went through with them you would've died as well." He whispered as you looked up at him in confusion.

"What?" You whispered as he looked at you sadly.

"Your scales were unbalanced, love. When Arthur's plan was successful, you would've died along with millions of others." Steven said as you began to cry even more.

"H-He was a terrible father, but he was all I had." You whispered as you began sobbing your eyes out.

"Come here, angel." Steven said opening his arms as you quickly lunged forward and wrapped your arms around him.

"Shh, love. I've got you. You're not alone now." Steven said, running his hand through your hair.

Marc and Jake never knew how Steven could do this so easily.

Just a few words and you already trusted him.

"Please don't leave me." You whispered as Steven kissed the top of your head.

"I'm not going anywhere, love."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #Yandere #Arthur harrow #Yandere moon knight #Marc Spector x reader #Steven Grant x reader #Jake lockley x reader #yandere moon knight x reader

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Yandere Arthur Harrow

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, captivity

You could finally feel your body again, finally feeling yourself come back to consciousness.

But everything felt so soft and warm.

You groaned and opened your eyes to see you were in a luxurious bedroom, it looked like it was heavily based on Egyptian culture.

The door opened and you scurried to sit up to see a tall grey-haired man dressed in red.

"Y/N. You're awake." He whispered smiling softly as you looked at him in fear.

"Where am I?" You whispered as he smiled and came over to you sitting on the side of the bed.

"It's alright, you don't need to be afraid." He whispered.

"I-I want to go home." You replied ever so quietly as he reached forward and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

"My sweet girl, you are home. Ammit, the goddess which I serve has tasked me with finding you and taking care of you. She tells me you're going to help us bring on the new world." He said as you shook your head and backed away from him, you got off the bed and made your way to the door.

"You can't just take me and expect me to be okay with it." You muttered as he sighed sadly.

"You'll understand soon, I know you will. But please Y/N don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He said standing up as you quickly opened the door and ran through it.

Arthur didn't even bother to chase after you, he knew his followers would catch you.

By the time he came out he saw you in the arms of two men, you were struggling and trying to break free.

"Let me go!" You screamed as Arthur held up his hand.

"Let her go." He said as they Let go causing you to drop to the floor.

"I know all of this is confusing my dear." Arthur said helping you to stand up.

"You have the wrong person, I'm nothing special. Please I just want to go home." You whispered as he looked at you sadly.

"You really want to go home? Go home back to your father?" He said as your eyes widened, how did he know.

"No that's..." You whispered as Arthur reached up and held your face in his hand.

"My dear, I know how terrible that man is. Treating such a pure soul like you like that. Do you really want to go back to that?" He asked running his tumb over your cheek as you looked up at him.

"You're taking away my choice." You whispered as he smiled a little.

"I'm saving you." He whispered leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

"Come sit down and have some food okay?" He asked as you nodded.

"Okay." You whispered.

You had sat down and eaten with Arthur and you were now sitting outside on a bench with him talking.

"Will you hurt me?" You whispered looking away from him as he looked at you sadly.

"My dear, you're so precious I would never hurt you in any way. You're so much more special than you could ever imagine." He said as you looked up at him.

"I'm going to take care of you."

#moon knight #arthur harrow #yandere #yandere moon knight #reader insert #arthur harrow x reader

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