#arthur harrow fanfic

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

First Time (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Requested by @sarasiadati-Hi can i ask for a fic harrow x reader (smut_romance_lemon) where its reader's first time and she is so afraid. But harrow take care of her and tickle her and her clit is her weakest spot . I love your writings😘 you are one out of ten😘😘

A/N-Finally another Arthur Harrow fanfic request all finished up. Sorry if I made you wait for this, but it was worth it trust me. As a heads up, I’m already in the process of making the next Character List so be on the lookout for an announcement/update. Also, I’m still playing catch up with other fanfic requests, so please be patient and give me time…

Other than that, please enjoy 🙂    

Oh, and thank you for the compliment. It means so much to me that others, including you, enjoy my writings 😘💕

Warnings: FULL BLOWN SMUT, fluff, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, some fingering, slight orgasm, slight nudity, and some language 

Citrus Scale: 🍋 (SMUT BELOW THE CUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!!)

W.C+: 2.3K

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You’ve been with Arthur for two years now. Living happily together and doing everything together. Well, except for one thing. Neither of you had sex with one another. It was a topic that either of you have discussed about doing together as a couple. But there was one thing in the way of it. You were a virgin.

You’ve never had sex in your entire life. Never have you done it with anybody if you had been in a serious relationship. The only thing you’ve never thought of, until now.

It was nice and warm outside. The smell of Spring blew through the community living area, after it had got done raining. The Spring rain always had a lovely scent to it, even at night. You’ve opened the windows to your shared bedroom, as the rain slowed down a bit earlier. Little rain droplets plopping down onto the windowsill into little puddles of water.

 The white window curtains blew swiftly in the night time breeze. Dancing along with the Spring air. You sat on the bed, across from the window reading one of your books. The bedroom was quite spacious for you and Arthur. You had your things and Arthur had his.

 As you read, the breeze blew gently across your bare legs. You felt your skin prickle at the cool touch, making you shiver a bit. The only warmth you’ve had on was a baggy sweatshirt covering your entire upper body.  The other piece of clothing you have on was a pair of pantties. You wore this to bed every night whenever it was nice out.

After you turned a page in your book, the sound of tapping cut through the silence. But you knew what that sound was. It was the sound of Arthur’s cane. The sound of it grew closer and closer towards the doorway. 

The door to the bedroom creaked open as Arthur entered through the threshold. Closing your book now, you set it on the nightstand beside your side and turned to look over at Arthur.

Arthur looked graceful as ever. He turned to close and lock the door behind him, with his cane in the other hand. Looking over his shoulder, a smile spread across his lips and looked over you with his beautiful blue eyes. They glowed ever so brightly in the light.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, “you look so beautiful tonight.” He said, as he started to walk over to the bed. The tapping of the cane resumed on the stone tile floor.

“As ever,” you said back in a chipper tone. Arthur chuckled at the remark, “yes as ever.” He lowered himself and sat on the soft bed at last. Arthur hung his cane on the edge of the bedpost on the head board. Then he took off his sandals and placed them near his nightstand.

He turned himself over and laid on his side to face you. You could feel your heart fluttering, as Arthur looked upon you with his hungry eyes. “You look very stunning sitting like that next to me,” he breathed out. Arthur couldn’t take his eyes off of you for a moment.

Then he slowly moved his hands over towards you, grabbing a hold of both of your sides, and pulled you over to him. You felt his fingers grip onto the cloth of your sweatshirt and feel the sheets beneath you glide against your bare skin.

You giggled and squealed a bit as he pulled you closer and closer to him. Finally within his grasp, Arthur started peppering your face and neck with a bunch of kisses. His lips ghosting your soft skin each time they left. It felt like he was devouring you with his love.

Squirming beneath his grasp, you couldn’t contain your playful and delighted giggles. Arthur lightly chuckled as continued to kiss you. After a few moments, he placed one final kiss on your soft and tender lips.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, “I couldn’t help but kiss you when I saw you just laying there. Always makes me smile, you know that,” he said as he ran his hand through your soft (H/C) hair. You loved it whenever Arthur played with your hair. Feeling his fingers run through the strands.

Your eyes fluttered, as his slender fingers entangled and wrapped themselves around the strands. “Oh (Y/N), you’re so beautiful. You and me, we belong together,” he said as he placed another kiss on your forehead. Arthur was right. The both of you belong to one another together.

“(Y/N),” he said, but with a normal tone, “I would like to try something new tonight with you.” You arched a brow at him and sat up against the headboard. Arthur removed his arms from you and returned them to his sides. “What would that be Arthur,” you asked with a curious tone.

It took him a few moments to think over what he was going to say to you. He was biting the edge of his lower lip and then licked them with his tongue. “We’ve been together for two years (Y/N). I think it’s time to try something new.”

“Like what exactly Arthur,” you asked, as you crossed your arms. Arthur continued to think for another moment. Whatever it was, he was being careful with what words to say to you. Arthur took several deep breaths at a time.

“(Y/N),” he said in a soft tone, “I want to have sexual intercourse with you.” 

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. He finally said it. Arthur wants to have sexual intercourse with you now. You were fearing this would happen one day. You sat up quickly in surprise.

“Sexual intercourse,” you said in a surprised tone. You started fiddling with your fingers as your heart began racing inside your chest. “I-I-I don’t kn-kn-kn-know Arthur,” you began to stutter, “do you think it’s a good idea?” Asking him in a panicked calm manner.

He tilted his head to the side, looking a little confused by your answer. “What do you mean by that (Y/N),” he asked, pushing himself closer to you. Feeling very confused, you raced through your mind to find the right answer to that question, but nothing came out of your lips.

“It’s okay, you can tell me what it is.” He said in a softer tone. After several moments of thinking it over, you found what you were going to say. “Arthur,” you said slowly, “I’ve never had sex before.”

Arthur’s eyes widened with surprise from what you said. “You’ve never had sex before,” laughing a bit after asking you that question. You shook your head no. “Not once. Not with one person.”

Arthur still looked stunned at you. Flabbergasted more like it. He tried to laugh it off for a moment, but quickly covered his mouth with his hand. You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. “You don’t love me, do you Arthur,” you asked in a low voice, rolling over onto your side. Facing away from Arthur.

“No no no no no no no no, I didn’t say that,” Arthur defended his reaction, “I’m just shocked that’s all. I just didn’t know that about you.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. Reassuring you that he did nothing wrong to hurt your feelings.

You turned back over towards him, looking into his gentle blue eyes. “You mean it?” Asking him softly. He nodded his head, “Yes. I mean it.” Sitting back up against the headboard, you continued to gaze softly into his eyes.

“(Y/N). I’d like to try something with you.” You arched an eyebrow at him. “What is it Arthur?” Asking him in a much calmer manner than the first time. “Since you’ve never had sex before, I want to give you a headstart experience.” He began to motion you towards the middle of the bed.

“Arthur, what are you doing?” You asked in a curious voice. He began to softly shush you, “don’t worry my dear (Y/N), I’m going to be very gentle with you.”

You felt his hands rub up and down your bare legs, making you shiver beneath his delightful touch. Then you felt his hands go up to your hips, slipping his fingers beneath your pantties. Slowly, he began to pull them down your legs with his slender fingers. 

The soft material glides across your skin, making your heart race a bit. Arthur was being careful with pulling down your pantties. Slipping them off over your feet carefully, Arthur held them by the edge and then tossed them over to the side of the bed.

His hands then began to trail back up over your legs, towards your thighs. Feeling his fingers moving around in circles against your cold skin. A sensation runs rampant through your veins, rushing towards your head.

You let a soft gasp as his hands and fingers moved around on your thighs. “You like that don’t you,” Arthur asked with a smile on his lips. You slowly nodded your head and whispered yes to him. He let out a light hearted chuckle.

Then he moved his hands towards your inner thighs. “Please hold still. This won’t hurt a bit,” he said as he started to move your legs apart slowly. Gently pushing them apart and spreading them out on the bed. The warmth of his hands sent another sensation across your body, pressing them against the soft flesh.

“My my. What a pretty thing we have here,” he said in amazement. Slowly, his right hand crawled towards your upper, inner thigh where your clit was. Once he stopped there, he started moving his two fingers around in small circles. Sorta tickling you in a way.

A small laugh escaped from your lips, making it tingle you almost. “You like that my dear,” Arthur asked in a curious manner, tilting his head to the side. “Yes. I do,” you said with a bright smile, “I’m very ticklish. Even down there.”

“Ticklish? I’ve had no idea,” he said with a devious smile. Still, he continued to move his fingers in circles on your clit. Making you laugh and gasp at the same time. “Let’s take this up a notch, shall we,” he said with a serious tone.

Moving his fingers away from your soft clit, he brushed them over your slick and wet folds. Another shiver went down your back, as you felt the tip of his fingers hovering above your opening. Making little circles around your soft area. Then, he started to slowly push his two fingers inside of you. Placing his other hand softly on your other thigh for a better grip.

A moan escaped from your lips, as his fingers began pumping in and out in a slow movement. You gripped onto the bedsheets with both hands, digging your fingers deep into the silk cloth. 

“You’re loving this. I can see it,” he said in a playful tone. You nodded your head, as another moan came out. “Fuck.” You said in a low, soft tone. Arthur continued to push his two fingers deeper into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said repeataly under your breath. 

What was this sensation you were feeling? You felt your face flush and eyes fluttering. Heart racing like a running rabbit. Hands continued to grip onto the sheets.

“Alright my dear. Let’s try something you’ll really enjoy,” he said as he pulled his two fingers out. An emptiness filled you once his fingers left your slick folds. Like a hole caving into your empty stomach. You were very breathless. Breathing in and out slow and fast at times.

Lifting your head up from the headboard, Arthur got onto his knees and began to pull his pants down. As he did, another gasp came out of your lips. Once they were pulled down, you saw something graceful. His cock.

It was a normal length, but looked a bit bigger and longer. His cock rested between his two legs and upon neatly trimmed hair. 

Arthur’s pants dropped down to his knees and slowly slid out of them. He then threw them off to the side of the bed where your panties landed. Your heart began pounding much faster, as you looked upon his naked lower form.

Grabbing a hold of your legs again, he slowly pulled you down towards him. You felt the sheets slide against your bare skin. Your entire body going limp, as you laid beneath him now. “Now hold still my dear, I won’t hurt you.” Arthur said, as he lowered himself onto you.

First, you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your slick folds and then he thrust it into you. A loud and deep moan came out of you at last. Pushing deeper and deeper inside your opening. Arthur let out a soft groan from his thin lips, making another push into you.

Both your hands lost their grip on the bedsheets and became numb. Then lifting them up, you wrapped both arms around Arthur’s thick waist. Locking them with your still numb hands.

Another loud moan came out as Arthur thrusts into you again. “That’s right. Take it in slowly my dear (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear. A fiery sensation burned through your entire body. But what was it though? This made you breathless thinking about it. Your heart was racing faster than ever. It felt like a bird trying to escape from a cage that won’t unlock or open up.

Still, having this moment with your love Arthur, made it more special for you in every way. Having sexual intercourse for the first time with him made you dizzy and amazed at the same time. Everything felt great for you now. You weren’t afraid anymore.

Having this very special moment with Arthur made everything lighter for you to feel with your whole body. Every single nerve made you tired, but you’ve still got some energy left for the rest of the night. 

You want to feel more from Arthur. Now you’ve had something special happen with you and it was with somebody you’ll love for eternity for teaching you this moment in life and in your everlasting relationship.

[moonxknightx]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Arthur Harrow x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Smut ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- Marvel, Moon Knight ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- 18+, smut, blowjobs, rough face fucking, deepthroating ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- After noticing that Arthur was a little stressed, you decided to help him relax by sucking his cock.

“ARTHUR HONEY, WHY DON’T YOU COME TO BED WITH ME?” You asked while leaning against the doorframe of the living room, looking at your husband who was sitting at the dinner table, working like he usual did.

“I can’t i’m not done yet!” Arthur snapped at you, immediately regretting it. “I’m sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to snap at you.” Arthur sighed while putting his face in his hands.

“It’s okay.” You spoke softly while making your way over to Arthur. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Arthur immediately relaxed when he felt your touch which made you smile to yourself.

“Arthur baby, you should take a break from all the work. You’re overworking yourself.” You said while placing your chin on his shoulder.

“I can’t…” Sighed Arthur while placing his hands on top of yours. “Why not?” You asked curiously.

“Because i’m almost done. I just need to finish the last bits, but somehow my brain isn’t working anymore.” Explained Arthur while staring at his laptop.

“Do you want to know why?” You asked slowly. “Well?” Asked Arthur with a sigh. “It’s because you’re stressed. That’s why i’m telling you to take a break.” You told Arthur.

Arthur sighed while looking down at his lap. “And if you do want to finish it tonight, you should relax first. Cause with all the stress you are having right now, it’s not going to work, believe me” You spoke quietly.

Arthur nodded while biting his lip slightly. “How can i relax myself?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Well…” You smiled while looking down. “What is it?” Arthur asked while turning around so he could look at you.

“I might know a few ways.” You said, a small smirk resting on your lips. “Oh yeah?” Asked Arthur while folding his arms while spreading his legs slightly.

“Hmm watch.” You smirked before dropping onto your knees in front of Arthur. He watched how you crawled over to him until you were sitting between his legs.

“This is your way of helping me relax?” Asked Arthur with a slight chuckle. “It is yes.” You smiled mischievously while reaching for Arthur’s pants.

Arthur watched how you unzipped his pants and pulled them down together with his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock resting against his stomach.

“Well well well, look at that.” You smirked while staring at Arthur’s cock. You carefully reached out your hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, which caused Arthur to let out a small moan.

“Oh fuck…” Moaned Arthur while balling his fists slightly. “Do you want me to suck it?” You asked Arthur while glancing at him with your puppy eyes.

“Y-yes please.” Answered Arthur while looking down at you.

You gave him a small nod before wrapping your mouth around the thick base of his cock, making Arthur whimper and moan in pleasure.

You placed both of your hands on Arthur’s thighs and started to bob your head up and down his cock.

“Fuck this feels so good, d-don’t stop.” Whimpered Arthur while throwing his head back in pleasure.

Arthur was a moaning mess while you were sucking him off. It felt so fucking good. He wished you could suck him off forever.

“Hmm yes keep going, keep going.” Moaned Arthur while placing his hand on top of your head, gathering some of your hair in his hand while guiding your head up and down his cock just the way he liked it.

You started to choke on Arthur’s cock which caused him to chuckle. “Yes good girl choke on it.” Arthur moaned while pushing your head all the way down onto his cock.

You pressed your nails into the soft skin of Arthur’s thighs while trying your best to breath through your nose instead of your mouth.

“Fuck you feel so good sweetheart.” Groaned Arthur while starting to thrust into your mouth.

Arthur grabbed your face with both of his hands and started to trust into your mouth with an immense pace while watching how you fell apart while sucking on his cock.

“Good girl choke on it.” Arthur moaned with a slight smirk on his lips. You dug your nails into his thighs while doing your best to keep it together which was pretty difficult with Arthur throat fucking you like an animal.

“I’m close sweetheart.” Sighed Arthur while throwing his head back slightly. “C-can i come in your mouth?” He asked while looking down at your teary eyes. You gave your sweet boyfriend a nod before licking the tip of his dick.

“Oh God.” Arthur moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he released himself into your mouth. “Fuck swallow it like the good girl you are.” Panted Arthur while looking down at you with flushed cheeks.

You did as you were told and swallowed Arthur’s release to the last bit before unwrapping your lips from his cock.

“Come here sweetheart.” Smiled Arthur slightly while helping you up from the floor so you could sit on his lap.

“And? Did it help you relax?” You smiled cheekily while wrapping your arms around Arthur’s neck.

“It most certainly did my love. Thank you.” Arthur smiled while stroking your cheek before leaning in to place a loving kiss on your cheek.

“I’m glad i could help.” You smiled while playing with Arthur’s hair. “Are you coming to bed now?” You asked carefully. Arthur chuckled while nodding. “Yeah my work can wait for now.”

“Finally!” You sighed in relief while getting up from Arthur’s lap, grabbing his hand so you could pull him towards your shared bedroom.

Thirty minutes later you and Arthur were both in bed while cuddling up against each other.

Arthur was laying between your legs with his face on your chest so you could play with his hair, which you did. You absolutely loved playing with Arthur’s hair after all.

“Thank you for helping me relax sweetheart.” Mumbled Arthur against your chest while placing a quick kiss on your collar bone.

“You don’t have to thank me Arthur, i’m glad i could help.” You smiled while kissing his forehead.

It was quiet for awhile until Arthur decided to say something with a cheeky smirk on his lips

“You know, i’m still slightly stressed i think. You might have to help me again love.”

“Are you serious right now?”

“I am. Yes.”

(A/N): i am so sorry that this is so short and bad written, but i just wanted to write something quick cuz my blog finally got un-shadowbanned after 3 months, anyways i hope some of you all liked it <3

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[dilf-fuckersblog]

rating: explicit

paring: Arthur Harrow x female!reader

description: You were almost killed in a fight, until Arthur took you in and both of you were alone together, when things got spicy.

Title: 'Alone together'

warnings: SMUT; pet names, p in v oral-sex, age gape, fem oral receiving, praising, heavy smut, mentions of blood, loss of virginity, fluff, leaving marks/hickeys, bit of groping, smacking, more fluff, cane use, a bit of angst if you look closely.

You felt your self knocked out by someone, waking up—half your eyes are open from being knocked out, finally your eyes had opened all the way and then you saw a man, "Wh.." were the first words you could get out before saying an actual sentence.

The man who you think had knocked you out came to stand in front of you—but you also noticed he was walking on a cane, "I brought you here, because you were almost killed in that fight.." Arthur explained, "Why was knocking me out necessary? I could've stayed back there to fight together with the others but I ended up here, great.." you said with a angry tone.

"I saved you from getting killed, but you shouldn't have been with them to begin with." He said, looking straight into your eyes–- making you feel like his eyes were burning holes through you.

You stayed silent, just glaring at him—-but then you stopped, “What’s your name?” You asked, “My name is Arthur Harrow,” he replied—-“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked, with a small smile.

“Y-Y/N, it’s Y/N..” you stuttered out, “What a beautiful name.” He complimented, you felt your cheeks turning red-–"Getting shy I see?" He said with a big smirk on his face, which made you feel turned on in some way.. why were you feeling this way? And plus, you don't know this man, you could've already been out of here by now but no-—something about you wanted you to stay. Arthur grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

You felt heat rising to your cheeks, staring into his beautiful blue eyes—-You could feel yourself getting soaked between your legs, which made your face turn very red.

Arthur had a huge grin on his face and he said, "Your face is so red, how cute." –- you tried to pull your face away but he was griping on your chin, and a small whimper mixed with a moan came out of your mouth.

"L-Let go of my chin!" You whimpered, and Arthur let go, Your face was as red as a tomato right now, which you found very embarrassing.

You felt wetness dripping between your legs, and you looked down to see a small pool of your soaked wetness—-making it drip down your legs. "A-Arthur, I probably should go.." you said, looking down. "No." He said harshly.

Arthur then noticed something dripping down your leg, and saw a small pool of how wet you were–-he then looked up at you with dark lust in his eyes.

“Arthu-“ you got cut off by Arthur roughly kissing you, making you moan in his mouth, you made the kiss more passionate, tender, and hotter—You pulled away, looking at him with lust filling your eyes. "It seems you want more, and I'll be glad to give you more, doll." Arthur said, panting softly. "Please..I need you, Arthur." You begged.

"It's so adorable when you beg, sweet." He said, with a wide smirk.

"please, Arthur, please fuck me!" You moaned out, He still had a smirk on his face but seemed pleased with the response.

“Wait, Arthur.. I’m a virgin..” You said, embarrassedly.. his eyes go wide in shock, “Don’t worry sweet, I’ll be gentle with you.” He said, smirking.

"But first, I wanna tease you a bit." He said, your face turned red and wondered what he was gonna do to you-–Arthur gets down on his knees, lifting up your skirt, rubbing your thighs.

He then stopped and threw aside your panties, and without warning he shoves two of his fingers into you.

Arthur noticed blood was leaking from your pussy, but he ignored it and started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, making you moan. You whimper loud but soon pleasure took over–-as you were on the edge of cumming, Arthur took his fingers out.

He took off his pants and boxers, revealing his cock. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard until you can't walk for weeks.." he growled, in a deep voice.

Arthur rubbed his tip against your folds which made you whimper softly, then he slowly pushed himself all the way in then slowly started to thrust in and out.

Tears formed your eyes, rolling down your face.

"We can stop if you want to, sweet." He said, groaning. "N-No, don't stop." You whimpered out.

Soon, the pain turned into pleasure making you see stars, it was fucking heaven!

"Faster, please!" You moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist and he quickened the pace.

Arthur then started to leave hickeys all over your neck, just so you know who you belong to. "You're taking me so well, such a good girl.." He praised as he groped and smacked your ass. hard.

You both were close to cumming, you both felt knots in y'all's stomach—-"I'm gonna c-cum!" You moaned, "Cum for me, cum for me.." He said, in a dark voice which made you clench around him even tighter.

You both then cummed, Arthur's cum filling you up and spilling out of you-–making you scream his name, he just groaned loudly.

He just put his face near your shoulder, his cock still buried deep inside you.

"I love you, Arthur." You said, smiling.

"I love you too."

[clouded-dreams2]

Late Night Walks | Arthur Harrow x Gn!Reader

a/n: It’s a bit short, but I hope everyone likes it.

Warings: A description of anxiety and stress, Reader being zoned out, A Kiss, Other than that fluff

Pairing: Arthur Harrow x Gn!Reader

Your day had been filled with chaos; the unknown caused you to worry. It was all too much, the issues that plagued the idea of more stress caused you to visualize yourself screaming in a dark meadow. You wanted to cry, scream, do something. You had a really hard day and tried to avoid Arthur in an attempt to not take it out on him. He was the last person you wanted to go off at. Stressed caused anger then anger caused regrets. So, you were in your house sitting on the couch zoned out with the TV on, some show causing the background noise your brain needed to keep you from breaking. You hated showing weakness even to yourself, but it was human. Weakness was what showed you were human, in essence it's a need. A human need you wanted to take and drop off the tallest pyramid, you could be the invincible one, right? The next thing you knew Arthur was sitting next to you. His hand in yours, brushing his thumb over the top of your hand. He noticed the shift in your behavior when you looked at him. 

“Hello.” You looked at him trying to ground yourself to the moment. He was helping, but also helping your emotions work their way through the barrier you created. You found yourself cuddling closer into his side. He knew something was off by the way you held onto his side. 

“Hello, Darling.” Arthur looked at you, he let himself think. He let you do what you needed. You placed your forehead to his shoulder letting 

“How are you?” He asked, treading carefully to not have you breakdown. Not that he couldn’t handle it. He had a way of handling you, your anxiety. He always offered what you needed in that moment, which also came with a way of being able to find a way to avoid a full breakdown. He never saw anything wrong with you, the scales had judged you and you were balanced. He had fallen in love with you over the little things you did. He was always by your side when you needed him most. You had let out a soft chuckle, thinking his question was as funny as it sounded. The way you held yourself into him showed you just needed him. 

“Do you want to go for a walk?” His tone was soft as he brought his hand to the side of your face. His blue eyes scan over the features of your face from the curve of your nose to the shape of your lips. 

“It’s dark out.” You finally spoke up watching his blue eyes. They always seemed to calm you down. 

“That’s fine.” He said as you got up, putting on a pair of slip-on shoes. He followed you out walking by your side. Hand gripping his cane as he took each step forward. It had rained not too long ago and the ground was still a little wet, making it hard for the grip on the bottom of the cane to provide the needed stability. You had been by his side. It had been you, him and the night sky. He went over to the outdoor garden area, and started to examine the vegetables and plants that were growing. You came to join him standing behind him as he gave you a tomato. You held onto it, keeping it in your hand until he either asked for it back or you went back home.   

“How’d you find me?” You asked, striking up conversation.

“You weren’t at dinner. You rarely miss community meals.” His unoccupied hand found yours. You kept walking for a couple more blocks before Arthur had taken the lead and you followed him.

“I have a certain path I like to follow when I get nervous or upset.” He admitted he wasn’t invincible. The man who casts judgment to those who wanted to join the community, the man who is looked to as the leader. The same man many people hardly see have a hard day. You knew he took walks but you never knew why, you were there when he asked you to be. You didn’t need his reasoning, you just allowed it.  

“You get nervous?” 

“I’m not invincible.” There was another break of silence. He started talking about the community and how it had one of the highest crime rates, before Arthur came along with his purpose, with the purpose to serve Ammit. He looked dashing, rambling on with a smile on his face. You stopped under a dim street light, and waited for him to notice. Which wasn’t very long. You put your hand on his cheek and kissed him. You loved him, and you knew he loved you too. He smiled even wider when he and you noticed that you had finally come back down to Earth.

[moon-kn1ght]

Hey could you write me something with spending time with Arthur Harrow on a rainy day?👀🖤

Arthur Harrow walks unsteadily every day, but even more so on rainy days.

On normal days, his cane will press into the ground next to him to relieve his sore joints of the stress of carrying his body around. It's been like this for as long as you've known him.

He'll make deflecting comments about the pain -- "It's penance for the sins of my past lives."

"You must have been quite the villain to have to suffer this greatly Arthur."

"More than you can imagine," he'll conclude with a dark chuckle.

But the rain makes it so much worse -- the ache will spread up his legs. His cane is barely strong enough to take the entire weight of his body, so you'll end up walking with him, holding his arm.

"I'm getting old."

"I think you're just getting used to the help."

But at least, he prefers to spend these rainy days wrapped in your arms. He'll read and research or take naps pressed against your shoulder.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Devourer of Hearts 2/3

Summary: After you fred Arthur from the hospital, Ammit makes a desition upon you.

(In this chapter there's some Ammit x Reader bth)

Words: 3258

You led Arthur through the apartment with the same devotion and care as you had done in the past.

"I'm so sorry we are no longer in the commune" you apologized "So many abandoned it after you disappeared. It seems unfair to me, they didn't care about you, after all you did for us."

He could sense the rancor and sadness in your voice, so he patted you on the shoulder, reassuringly:

"Good spirits don't always have to be strong."

"But what about loyalty? What about the love we supposedly shared for all of us?" you continued as you walked to your room. It was not the most furnished place, but beside the bed hung a pair of pictures simulating papyri, which immediately attracted Arthur's attention: the one on the left showed Ra's ship, sailing with his retinue to meet the dread serpent Apophis, and the one on the right, the judgment of the scales, with Anubis weighing the heart, Thoth writing and....

Her, waiting for the heart to be condemned to destroy it in her jaws. He almost seemed to feel a purr in his chest.

"I don't have much food, I can order some dinner" you told him as you helped him sit up in bed. Arthur shed the clothes he had disguised himself in and took your hand, smiling at you.

"Don't worry so much about me." 

"But-"

"I appreciate everything you're doing, you're really risking a lot more than you realize" he continued, and again there was that regretful gesture there. Without letting go, you knelt down in front of him.

"Mr. Harrow... what's the matter? You talk as if it's all over."

The man blinked, he really felt very sorry for you, that you had stayed where others fled, and put your life at risk in more ways than one, why, was it really that important to you? The idea made him feel, at the same time, ashamed and honored.

"Please..." he asked, resting his other hand on yours "call me Arthur."

You ducked your head.

"I'm sorry... Arthur."

"You have nothing to apologize for" he let go of your hand to bring it under your face and make you lift it, his blue eyes bored into yours, thoughtful, and you felt your cheeks burn "I can never thank you enough for this, but..."

How to explain to you what had really happened in Cairo? How to tell you about that voice that complained day after day about her unfortunate confinement, and then suddenly sounded again, clear and animated, somewhere in his head? 

"You don't have to decide anything now" you commented, and bent down to remove his sandals, something you had also done several times in the past, an honor you treasured in your heart "Gosh... I think it's the first time I don't find glass here" you smiled "I'm glad."

"I beg your pardon?"

Afraid you might have said something rash, you cleared your throat.

"I mean...it's not a complaint, just...I'm glad I don't have to...well..."

Arthur chuckled weakly. Way back when his community was still large and strong, there had been a sort of quiet battle between various members, especially women, who sought to have a little more closeness with him. Back then, Harrow reminded them that greed was unjustifiable, and that no matter what, no one was above anyone else in that little mock paradise. Now he knew, however, that he had been lying to them.

"What is that I perceive?" whispered the voice in his head, insightful "I see... how human of such a loyal follower, greed... desire..."

Arthur cleared his throat, you sat up.

"Please sleep here" you requested "I have a sofa bed, I'll just take some blankets and you can rest as long as you like."

The man nodded, dropping face up on the mattress. You left him, figuring he needed some sleep, and quietly went outside to continue with your duties.

The dreams had become hazy, sometimes unbearable, under the influence of the drugs Arthur dreamed of the past, but when he didn't, he had shocking visions. He saw himself in the middle of the desert in an eternal twilight, and he was never alone, his goddess accompanied him, and she was never happy.

As his bare feet advanced through cold sand, he heard the rustle of something huge behind him. Ammit looked up at it, but for the first time a sarcastic grin was playing across her muzzle.

"I was beginning to fear that my followers were all weak and cowardly" she spat "I am glad to see that there are still some loyal to me."

"I have been loyal to you from the beginning" replied Arthur "However it grieves me that I have not been able to achieve my goal, and I know that dwarfs me before you"

"It is true what you say, but you need not grieve any longer, and neither need I" Ammit bowed low enough so that her face was level with Harrow's. Something in his goddess's gaze disturbed him. 

"Why, my goddess?" he dared to ask.

"Perhaps I am imprisoned in your body, but an outside servant could help me to at least have an avatar under my control, one who can continue to mete out my justice."

"You mean... (Y/N)?"

"Who else?" jumped Ammit, offended "She's young and strong, and has shown more loyalty than anyone else besides you. It seems to me that she is an excellent candidate, and all I need is for you to communicate my wishes to her."

In former times, Arthur would not have hesitated for a second to do as the fearsome goddess commanded, now however the situation was different. He knew firsthand the agony it was not only to be the avatar of an irrascible god, but above all, to contain one in one's body. Pain, nay, agony, was what his life had become since Moon Knight bound him to Ammit, and if she was capable of that with little power, what could she do if you became her servant?

"It seems to me that you are... hesitating" Ammit inquired at Arthur's silence "Why, do you refuse to serve me any longer?"

"Of course not, my goddess" he stammered, ducking his head "But imprisoned as you are, is it really possible that you can do what you wish?"

"Through you I will achieve it, consider yourself my herald" she replied nonchalantly "There is a forbidden ritual, hidden among the papyri of Abydos, so that I can make myself my avatar even within your body."

"It will be impossible to return to Egypt, I no longer possess the means or the people..."

"You need no such thing, the papyri are at your fingertips in this city, all I need is for you to stop hesitating." 

"However, there are only two of us-"

"Those will be enough, call your follower, and I will take care of the rest" she ordered.

Arthur's fists clenched. You had done so much for him already, to ask you to do such a thing, to sacrifice yourself in his place in a ritual that he was sure would have nothing positive for you... was he still capable of doing it, of offering the lives of others for the greater good? 

"Slave!" exclaimed Ammit, towering over him "Obey your goddess!"

He knelt before her, his trembling voice pleading:

"I would never betray you...I only beg you for a moment...to think it over..."

"I need not think anything, I have made my decision, I have noticed that your follower is not marked like the others" she added, slyly, referring of course to the tattoo on his arm that all the others bore "Does that mean you did not put her on trial when you admitted her into your circle?"

"I didn't consider it necessary..." he excused himself. He hadn't meant to, tried to put it off for a long time as an indulgence towards you, considering the conditions under which he met you, but that clearly didn't matter to Ammit.

"It sounds to me as if you're trying to protect her, hide her from me" the goddess growled, angry "This is your last chance, call her, place her under my service, or else..." she added, her voice turning to a threatening whisper "I will eat her heart before your eyes."

Arthur paled, his body began to tremble.

"My goddess..." he pleaded "I swear to you... on my life I swear to you..."

"Instead of swearing you must act, do as I tell you now!"

The crocodile pounced on him, her jaws gaping open. Harrow was writhing in his sleep, seized with immense pain, and his groans were so loud that you did not hesitate to enter the chamber, alarmed to see him thus.

"Arthur!" you went to his side and tried to rouse him, shaking him by the shoulders "Arthur, it's me!"

The man opened his eyes, blue irises turning yellow and boring into your face, and his lips whispered, frightened:

"N-no... leave me..."

Arthur screamed, and his body arched until his head was resting against the bed. You could do nothing but stare at him, frightened, and then that strange attack ended as quickly as it began, and the man sat up awkwardly. 

"Are you okay?" you asked, offering him one hand while with the other you checked his temperature by resting it on his forehead "You're sweating... you need to lie down, right now I'll-"

His free hand imprisoned your wrist so tightly that you grimaced in discomfort. Yellow eyes rested on your face again, and then Arthur smiled, but it wasn't his usual smile, there was something creepy about it, and you felt a slight access of panic.

"Arthur?" you muttered. The smile became more apparent.

The man spoke, but his voice seemed to blend with another, a low, feminine, powerful one.

"How brave and loyal you are, little one" he pointed, with a strange happiness permeating his words "You stayed here when they all ran away like filthy cowards. They will receive their punishment, that I assure you, but you..." his other hand went to your head, and caught a lock of hair, mesmerizing it between his fingers that twitched like claws "you are very different, and you will receive my gift..."

The hand hurriedly advanced behind the back of your neck, gripping it tightly and drawing you to Arthur, and to your infinite surprise he imprisoned your lips between his in a hungry, rough, hot kiss. You put up no resistance, despite the bewilderment of the situation there was one thing undeniable, Arthur Harrow, your beloved protector, the man you swore to give your life to, was kissing you, and that was enough to make you surrender and do whatever it took to please him.

Ammit let out a low growl, pleased, through Harrow she sensed the warmth and scent of your body and marveled at the devotion with which you surrendered to his caresses. 

"Look at her, slave" she murmured inwardly, Arthur was a puppet to her, but he too could hear and feel, and shuddered at the touch of your skin "See how she becomes submissive between your hands...ask her for what you want and she will do it without thought, and I know very well what your heart desires."

The hand around your wrist encircled your waist, and Arthur maneuvered to place you face up on the bed. Your eyes opened wide at the urgency with which your former protector hovered over you, one hand stroking from your cheek to your neck, shoulder and collarbone, where he paused circling a finger just above your breasts.

"Tell me..." asked Arthur in that strange voice "What would you be able to do for your goddess?"

"Whatever you ask of me" you answered without hesitation. Arthur growled in a way that seemed almost animalistic, and you felt shivers as his face came close to your neck.

"Do you want me to tell you what happened in Egypt?" he asked, whispering in your ear. The caress of his breath ruffled your skin, and a sigh burst from your lips.

"Yes."

Again that reptilian growl, then Arthur held your head in his hands and kissed you again, tangling his tongue with yours so violently that it took your breath away. After long, torturous seconds, Harrow broke the kiss and, again with the haunting smile, commanded:

"Surrender to us."

You blinked, confused.

"Us?" you asked. Arthur began to mumble something you didn't understand, but from experience you knew he was speaking ancient Egyptian, and then your body felt heavy, as if sinking in warm, dark waters, and your mind became dazed....

Before your eyes, an imposing, monstrous figure appeared just behind the man, an elongated, scaly face, the same yellow eyes you had noticed in Arthur minutes before, claws that clung so viciously to his shoulders that they dug into his clothes and stained them with blood. You moved your lips, but could not utter a sound, forming a single word:

"Ammit..."

The goddess shook her head, and Arthur did the same, as if instinctively mimicking her movements. The man rested his lips on your throat and kissed it, the images before you were fuzzy and caused you pain, so you closed your eyes and little by little, your body regained some movement.

Ammit looked amused, and as Arthur continued to kiss you, she whispered in his ear:

"I can feel your lewdness, the desire that dominates your body... is that why you were trying to hide her from me?"

"I would never..." gasped the man against your chest, debating between possession and freedom. 

"If you love her so much she will be yours" continued the goddess "You will own her body, but not her heart, that one I will keep, for she will be my right hand and deliver my justice on this Earth."

Arthur groaned, his hands kneaded your breasts as if he had never had the pleasure of touching another person before, his thumbs pressed against your nipples and your back arched.

"Arthur!" you squealed, your intimacy throbbed in demand for love, and your legs wrapped around his waist in search of increasing the contact between the two of you.

"(Y/N)..." he growled, breathlessly, his voice had returned to normal, but Ammit was still in control.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, teasing "It's ready for you, take her now, I give you back your freedom, but you know what my condition is."

The man's body shuddered, his eyes were blue again, and your head stopped hurting. You both looked at each other with identical desire, you didn't care if Ammit was still there, all you needed was for Arthur not to let go of you.

"(Y/N)..." he repeated again "I... I must tell you something..."

You reached out a hand and caressed his face, and he tilted his head on it, the warmth of your skin was a relief against the suffering Ammit caused him.

"Ask me for whatever you want" you murmured "My life belongs to you, and if you so desire... my heart and my body too."

His lips tightened, and small tears appeared in his eyes that, thanks to the sunset, you could not see clearly.

"Ammit desires... for you to become her avatar" he explained, nervously "She wants you to be her instrument... through me, because she is trapped in my body."

You were dumbfounded at that news. 

"How... why is Ammit...?" you stammered.

"It all went wrong" Arthur lamented "We managed to free Ammit and begin her trial, but we were intercepted by other gods, and they imprisoned her inside me. She says... there is a ritual by which she could reverse what they did, and she needs your help."

It was too much information all at once, and you snorted as your mind struggled to understand what Harrow was saying. You didn't doubt him, you had seen the goddess with your own eyes, but it had seemed to you that her presence was more like a parasite clinging to Arthur for survival. Now you knew why he was so devastated.

"Can she hear me?" you asked. Arthur nodded, and you bit your lips. "I'd like to... I'd like to ask her something."

"Go ahead" Arthur took a breath of air, prepared for what was coming. And so it was, his body again tensed, and his eyes glowed that fearsome yellow; it was a relief not to see her in full again, you felt you wouldn't stand it. 

"My goddess, what do you require of me?" 

Arthur's mouth twisted,baring his teeth as a crocodile would.

"I welcome your enthusiasm, but you must understand that this path will be difficult, and if you fail, I do not assure you that I will be there to protect you."

You nodded trying to hide your concern. Ammit would not help you, but Arthur... he had never left you alone before, you could trust him, and that thought alone gave you courage.

"When I become your avatar... what will happen to Arthur?"

"He will still share his body with me, but my powers will be released and transferred to you. But you should know that I expect absolute loyalty from you, and in return, you and your guardian will be under my protection forever."

"And he will cease to suffer?" you insisted. Ammit's eyes narrowed. "I can see how hard it is for him, being a mortal, to be your vessel."

"Is that what you want from me?" asked Ammit, laughing softly "What a powerful shackle desire is among mortals, it would seem all you care about is him."

"I can't lie to a goddess, Arthur means a lot to me" you continued, unsure if he could hear you too or not "He saved my life, gave me a home and a family when I thought there was no hope left for me, and showed me that I could be a person worthy of paradise. To him I owe everything I am."

"Hmmm..." Arthur cocked his head, thoughtfully "Perhaps your motives are wrong, but I can see that your scales... are balanced..." the man's right hand rested on your chest "You will do as I command, you will complete the ritual and become my avatar, and to do so, you must swear allegiance to me."

You swallowed saliva. The goddess was impatient, and you feared for the pain that promise would bring upon you, but again you thought of Arthur, who had suffered so much more, you thought of the self-imposed punishment with which he sought to atone for his sins (what sins could he have, of whom you knew only kindness and affection?), you thought of the sacrifices he had made all those years, and you decided that to share that pain was more than fair.

"I swear," you said then.

"Do you swear to bring justice upon the hearts of men and never question the judgment of the divine scales?"

"I swear."

A chuckle was the only warning you received. A dreadful pain shot through your chest, as if hundreds of huge needles were plunging into your flesh, and you screamed as the pain turned to an almost unbearable burning. 

"Let's begin then," was the last thing you heard before you fell unconscious on the bed. The pain subsided, and Arthur came to in time to see how Ammit had marked you with her scale on your chest.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle - Masterlist

Fandom: Marvel, Moon Knight

Pairings: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Arthur Harrow x Reader

Summary: A night on the late shift with Steven ends badly when a creepy guy with a scales tattoo shows up searching for a beetle

- Part One

- Part Two

- Part Three

- Part Four

- Part Five

- Part Six

- Part Seven

- Part Eight

- Part Nine

- Part Ten

COMPLETE

[fandomgal64]

Mk incorrect Quotes: #2

*(y/n) staring intensely at Jake*

Jake: what is it Mi Vida, do I got something on my face?

(y/n): No it’s just, I’m so in love with you like I literally cannot handle it!!

Jake: No, not true Princesa. You just want to quote on quote “rail me” like you told Layla the other day.

(y/n): I- ... Well that too!

(y/n): WAIT, Layla told you?!

Jake: No, I over heard you talking, you know your very loud for one person. But I can make you louder Princesa. ;)

*(y/n) passes out*

[damn-stark]

Chapter 2 Isn’t it strange?

Chapter 2 of Moon Star

A/N- Thanks for all the love and support on the first chapter :)

Warning- Violence, blood and weapons, angst, fluff?

Pairing- Marc Spector x daughter!reader

Episode- 1x03 & (the beginning of) 1x04

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*6 YEARS AGO. CHICAGO*

“Okay, I’ve thought of it,” you interject happily. “I want to go live with you. I want to take a gap year after high school.”

The breeze was chilly, the night was clear, letting the stars, and the moon in its full phase shine brightly from the dark sky. Yellow lights basked the park's paved path, and the smell of sweet cinnamon swirled in your nose as you held a cinnamon pretzel in hand.

“But—”

“I know,” you cut your father off and meet his gaze as he glances over at you with uncertainty. “I know what you’re dedicated to dad, but I don’t care. I mean It’s kinda cool,” you giggle. “You’re like a…hero.”

Marc scoffs and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t call it that,” he murmurs and averts his gaze.

You shrug softly. “You have a cloak,” you quip. “Hero.”

“That God that came to earth, Loki, also had a cloak, he wanted to rule us,” your dad argues. “He was evil.”

You shake your head. “No, pa, that was more of a cape,” you argue.

He tilts his head and squints his eyes as he sucks in air through his teeth. “Was it?”

You nod and blurt. “Yes! You have a cloak okay?” You jump and drop cinnamon sugar all over your hand. “It’s a cloak, I said so. Just like I say you’re a hero! Because Khonshu is into justice, punishing the ones who did wrong already. Hero.”

Your dad sighs and nods as he can’t help but smile. “Fine, but I think you’re the only one who’s gonna think that.”

You shrug and grin. “I am okay with that. Makes me special.”

Your dad looks up at you and smiles wider.

“So?” You press. “Can I go live with you?”

His smile begins to fade away, his eyes fall, and he swallows thickly whilst he comes to a stop towards the end of the path that’s near the parking lot. You mirror his actions and wait in silence.

“First,” he adds. “I need to tell you something. Something about me.”

You tilt your head just slightly and squint your eyes as you grow curious in your wait.

Your dad looks up at you to meet your gaze all seriously and upset. “I have—”

Before he can finish his sentence though he cuts himself off as he throws his arms around you and shoves you to the ground the moment a car comes flying through the park, ending up crashing in a tree close to where you were both just standing.

“What the hell?” You gasp in shock as your dad helps you off the ground.

“Stay here,” your dad instructs as he turns to walk towards the car crashed into the tree with smoke coming out of its completely obliterated hood.

Regardless of what he just said you slowly follow him towards the car, noticing the broken window and a conscious passenger, but no driver.

There wasn’t a driver inside.

“Help me!” The passenger yells when they notice your dad approaching. “Please! My husband he just, oh god! Oh my god!”

Your dad throws his hand out and begins to run towards the passenger. “I’m coming! I’m going to help!” He exclaims.

However, once your dad reaches the door, you stop in your tracks as the passenger inside suddenly begins to turn to dust.

“What the—” your dad mutters.

The passenger reaches out for help from your dad, he tries to speak but then all of him just disappears.

“Pa, what’s going on?!” You yell in between pants.

He doesn’t turn, he begins to talk to himself—or really the God you can’t see, so you wait in horror over what just happened to those people.

However, as you wait, all of sudden you catch your pretzel fall to the floor without you feeling it. As you begin to look down to try and find the reason why it suddenly dropped, you see your hand beginning to disappear, to turn to dust.

It doesn’t hurt, but seeing yourself vanishing begins to freak you out more than you already were. You could hardly breathe now, hardly hear anything with how fast your heart was beating. But you did know who to call for, the man that brought you comfort and safety.

“Dad?” You call in a quivering voice.

He looks over and immediately his eyes widen and he doesn’t fret to break into a sprint towards you as you continue to turn to dust.

“Pa,” you cry as you’re unable to hold back your fear and the tears that ensued. “I’m scared. Please, please.”

He grabs your shoulder with one hand, whilst with the other one he grabs your cheek as he shakes his head in denial. “No, no, just, I’m going to help—Khonshu!” He bellows. “Baby,” he whispers. “It’s okay. I got you.”

Nothing stops what was happening though, you’re vanishing; your arm is gone, your legs are disappearing, making you fall. Luckily your dad catches you and crouches down with you.

“No,” he sneers. “No. Y/N, just….”

You hold his gaze and see tears in his eyes, and that’s when you feel a sudden wave of comfort; being in his arms, holding his warm brown eyes. You were no longer scared. You smile even if it’s wobbly

“I love you,” you whisper and grab his cheek. “I'm glad you’re my—“

“No, stop it,” he cuts you off with tears rolling down his cheeks.

You try to wipe them off, but your hand begins to disappear now too.

“Don’t say it,” he whispers and tries to cradle your face. “Baby…”

And you were gone, all he held onto was dust, all he felt was the sugar grains on his cheeks that had been stuck to your hand.

You were gone.

He couldn’t—he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want to accept that he couldn’t save you. He didn’t want to believe you were gone. Even if the truth was clear, even if he couldn’t change it, he didn’t want to….

But he had to. That made him break.

He broke into a grief and pain stricken sob as he held onto the dust still on his hands.

Anger then overwhelmed him too, so much so that he began to smack his hands against the cement until they were red and raw, until there was nothing but scrapes on his hands.

And then in the midst of it all he was gone too, he escaped his pain and let another come through.

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*NOW. CAIRO EGYPT*

“Okay….he’s…now he’s less than a quarter of a mile to the east. We’re close,” you say and look from your phone in hopes you’d see a glimpse of him, of his hair, his face, or his eyes. But no, there were too many people crowded in the streets of Cairo to see him right away.

“Come on, stay close,” Layla intructs as you both swerve past bodies of people to follow the tracker you had on Marc.

You scoff. “How do you think he’ll react?” You ask her.

“Anger,” she responds right away.

You laugh and nod.

“Look, he’s—”

Her words albeit get lost in the breeze as the sight of a clothes stand nearby steals your attention—more specially a particular jacket on display.

When you rush over there you instantly fall in love and can’t help but swindle the man into giving it to you for cheaper. Sure you disobeyed Layla for something insignificant, but on the bright side even if you had broken away from Layla’s side it wasn’t hard to find her again, using the tracker led you right to her and Marc.

“Layla,” you make yourself known with excitement.

Said woman looks past Marc’s shoulder, and Marc slowly turns to face you and instantly groans and shakes his head at the sight of you.

“Great, you brought her too,” he mutters without the accent.

As much as his words stung, you ignore him and smile at Layla as you put your hands out. “Look at my jacket. I just got it. Like, just now.”

Layla nods. “I see that. After I told you to stay close.”

You flick your wrist down to brush off her concern. “Look. The sleeves huh,” you point out as you rub the black sleeves. “The many pockets to hide stuff,” you point to the pockets on your sleeves and on the dark green torso part of the jacket. “And watch this,” you pause and put on the hood before connecting the mask that went over your nose and mouth. “For the sand! I got it for super cheap too.”

“What are you doing here, y/n?” Marc asks and crushes your excitement.

You pull down the mask and scoff. “I’m here with Layla,” you spat. “Marc? Or Steven?” You point as you fold your arms over your chest. “Who am I talking to? Or are you pretending to be someone new?”

Marc sighs deeply and turns his head to face Layla. “Layla, explain to me why you brought my daughter with you?”

Of course he’s ignoring you now.

“Your daughter,” Layla clarifies in your defense. “Is 19 now, Marc, she can do whatever it is she wants.”

“But if you’re so concerned,” you interject and walk over to face him. “I’m here for Layla. To help her. So save whatever fatherly concern you suddenly feel. Also,” you sigh. “I’m going to need my tracker back. It’s still a work in progress.”

Marc eyebrows furrow and he slightly narrows his gaze in confusion. “Tracker? What tracker?

You roll your eyes in annoyance and reach behind his ear to pull the tiny tracker you had managed to tuck when helping “Steven” try and calm down.

“This tracker,” you say and show off the tiny tracker that looked almost like an earring bud. “Undetectable against airport technology and new metal detectors.” You put it away in your bag and smile with pride. “I’m working on the kinks. But hey, it tracked you all the way over here without you feeling it, so it works nicely even if it’s made out of scrap materials.”

Marc’s scowl falls and his lips begin to lift to a smile, but you don’t get to fully see it since you look away and Layla interrupts.

“Come with us, we’ll help you find what you need.”

You don’t add anything else, nor do you let him tell you anything in any regard, you stay close to Layla and make it known you don’t wish to talk to him. Not like there was a lot to add from either of you besides, Mogart, Layla’s contact that knows about what Marc is looking for, Senfu’s sarcophagus.

It's a ways away from where you were, in some property past some river. And the entire way to the river was painfully quiet, there was some conversation, mostly between Layla and you but since Marc was close, you didn’t feel like talking much. It’s just that he…he angers you, he makes you furious over old reasons, and over the fact that he hasn’t tried to explain himself about this Steven character. It’s like he expects you to know already, to piece it together on your own instead of simply explaining it, instead of telling you.

Is it so hard? It was so easy before, talking to one another. There were ups and downs of course, but you liked to think that you had a good relationship, you understood him and his job. But now after coming back, he’s like a completely different person. When you look at him, you see your dad, you recognize his face, but everything about him is new, he’s a stranger full of anger.

Unbeknownst to you though, he was trying. He would think of things to say in his own way, things that feel right, things he knew you wanted to hear, a genuine apology and a good ass explanation. But as he looks at you, as he watches as you listen to music while you try to nod to sleep with the rocking of the boat, he couldn’t work up the courage even if he had it all planned.

It’s just…if Khonshu got to you because of him, because he got close to you again, he wouldn’t forgive himself. It seems it’s too late to avoid getting you in harm's way, but he wouldn’t permit Khonshu to make you his next avatar. No matter how much the distance hurt him, not even if Layla was trying to encourage him with pointed looks to say anything to you.

Yet that only hurts you a hundred times more, the avoidance. Even if you have music playing in your earphones to pass the time, you don’t have it loud enough to block out the conversation between Layla and Marc. You hear him, the kind things he says to her. “I am sorry for whatever that’s worth.”

You stiffen and your breath trembles, you try not to but you can’t help but look over at your father, in pain, in betrayal. You watch him, you see his sincerity and it hurts.

That’s what you wanted to hear, all of it. It’s that simple. You wouldn’t hold a grudge for him missing your graduation, or for not calling you when your grandmother died because you knew about their strained relationship, you wouldn’t hold a grudge about anything. But he didn’t even look at you. It’s like you weren’t there to him.

“So, this Mogart guy. He’s really gonna have this sarcophagus?” He asks Layla.

“Yes,” Layla assures him. “I asked around. Mogart’s collection is prime gossip for those of us who deal in antiquities.”

Their conversation comes to a halt and they drift to personal stuff as the music from the other passengers gets louder and someone begins ululating.

You try not to listen in, but you can’t help yourself, or the jealousy that begins to ignite within.

“You could’ve told me. You know. What’s its been like for you. About Steven.” Layla says, making you glance over at Marc, and notcing him avert his gaze for a moment before focusing back on her and interjecting.

“For what it’s worth I had it under control until very recently.”

You glance back at your phone and listen to Layla question him. “What happened?”

“I-it doesn’t matter,” he tries to dismiss her, but she leans forward and grabs his hands. “We could’ve handled it together.”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

You clench your jaw and let out a deep breath. You hide well.

“That’s not really what I do, is it?” He continues. “Never really been able to just talk about everything.”

“Anything real?” She questions and he nods in agreement.

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I know. But that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have.” Layla says.

Marc nods and ends up pushing her hands away. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe. A little too late for that now, though.” He pulls away from her, and you watch him look away and just go cold. And honestly their distance makes you happy.

It sounds vain, selfish perhaps, but it’s an honest truth.

“Okay, let’s get our story straight. Y/N.”

You pretend to not hear right away so it doesn’t seem like you were listening in.

He proceeds to lean over and nudges your knee, and you finally pretend to give him your attention. “What?” You lower the earphones from your ears and look between him and Layla.

“We’re discussing our cover,” he lets you know.

You sigh and nod along in comprehension. “Okay.” You blink and begin to smile. “Can I pick my own cover?” You meet Layla's gaze and wiggle your eyebrows.

Layla purses her lips together and shakes her head. “Sorry, kid, I already have a cover for you,” she lets you down.

You groan deeply and sink in your seat.

“Your name is y/n Estrada.” She lets you know, and you groan again.

“I keep my own name, how boring,” you grumble.

She shrugs nonchalantly and looks at Marc. “You’re Rufino Estrada. We just got married and we just got back from our very first family trip to the Maldives.”

Marc nods along and you throw her a thumbs up since you have no other choice.

“And,” Marc says and looks over at you. “Listen to me, Wolfie, you stick by me the entire time, got it?”

You meet his gaze with nonchalance and scoff. “I can protect myself,” you rebuttal. “I don’t need you to protect me. I made sure of that.”

Marc gets ready to argue back, but you scoff and tear your eyes away and make it known that the conversation was over between him and you.

“You got all your weapons?” Layla directs at you.

You look over at her and pat your pockets before shaking your bracelet with a smile. “Got it. Small pockets,” you show off. “Useful.”

“Okay,” Marc interjects. “We’re almost there get your bags.”

You duck down and pull your backpack from under your seat, feeling your phone vibrate in the meanwhile.

It’s probably just your grandfather Elias, you think at first. As you pick up the phone to check, you grow wary as you see that it’s not actually your grandfather, but an Unknown ID.

Weird.

You unlock the phone and pull down the notification bar to read the message.

Unknown

Does texting first earn me a name?

Oh—oh my god. Oh.

You turn off the phone and drop it back on your lap to stare off at the water ahead of you. You try not to get excited but it’s late, you read it, you know it’s Spider-Man, you can’t stop the butterflies from fluttering or your heart from racing because that’s close to what you said to him.

It’s him!

“Oh my god!” You exclaim as you’re unable to contain your excitement, causing Layla and Marc to instantly look over at you in confusion. “Ah!” You giggle and jump up to your feet.

“Okay,” you breathe out and face Layla. “Remember the job we did in New York the other day?”

Layla slightly narrows her gaze and nods.

“Well,” you continue and briefly cover your mouth before clenching your fist and dropping your hand. “I might’ve given Spider-Man my number and he totally just texted me!”

“Spider-Man?” Marc mumbles.

“Spider-Man?” Layla retorts in disbelief.

You nod. “Yes! Spider-Man!”

“Are you going to text him back?” She asks. “Text him. Go for it,” she encourages you.

Yet someone isn’t as thrilled.

“You don’t even know him,” Marc complains. “What if he’s some old man? A real weirdo.”

You scoff. “And what if he’s like…” you pause and realize that you’re talking to your father so you just sigh and shake your head. “Don’t worry about it. And,” you point at Layla. “I will, but not yet, I don’t want to sound desperate. If he’s interested he won’t care if I let him wait.” You smile happily and sit back down even if the boat is about to dock.

And just as the boat comes to a stop and you let everyone else get down first, your phone begins to ring.

“Oh, fuck,” you blurt and turn your phone away. “It’s ringing—” you swallow thickly and feel your heart pound faster. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Don’t answer,” Marc grumbles.

Without a second thought you hand your phone to Layla. “Tell me who it is,” you mutter rapidly.

Layla chuckles at you and grabs your phone to check the caller ID. “Not who you think,” She reveals and hands you back the phone.

You grab it and once you read that it’s your grandfather you let out a frustrated sigh. Nevertheless you answer as you stand back once everyone on the boat is off.

“Hello,” you greet more calmly and watch Marc get off first.

“Y/N, honey,” your grandfather responds with happiness. “Just checking up on you.”

You smile and hand Marc your backpack so he can hide it under the dock before you climb out of the boat, whilst you respond. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t call, I’ve been busy. But we’ve got our hotel now, and we’re out…exploring,” you lie so he wouldn’t worry.

“That’s good,” he says. “I’ll keep it brief then so you can get back. Wear sunscreen, keep your head covered so you don’t overheat, drink lots of water…”

You giggle and peer over your shoulder to make sure Layla was off the boat now—which she is.

“And take lots of pictures,” he finishes.

You nod even if he can’t see it and begin to walk away from the dock, knowing Layla and Marc were right behind you. “Okay,” you say. “I will. I hope you’re doing okay.”

“I am, don’t worry about me.” He assures you.

You sigh and smile softly but feel bad you had left him all alone. “I’ll call tomorrow, or I’ll text you, okay?“

“Okay. I love you.” He says.

You grin at the phone. “I love you too, have a good day”

“I will, don’t be scared to call whatever time, my phone is always on.” He continues to assure you.

You nod. “Okay,” you assure him. “I love you. Bye.”

“Bye,” he responds and hangs up, letting you put your phone away, and getting an immediate reaction.

“Who was that?” Marc asks.

You side eye him since he’s walking at your side and scoff. “My grandpa Elias,” you reveal bitterly. “Unlike you he actually tries to check up on me everyday.” You roll your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

Marc drops his head and nods as he licks his lips and sighs deeply out of his nose. “Okay, I get it you’re upset—”

“No,” you cut him off and don’t bother to look at him. “Don’t give me some shitty ass apology now. Let’s focus on the job.”

Marc goes quiet and nods stiffly, and you slow down your pace to end up walking behind him and Layla as you begin to approach the ring where there’s security guarding, and men playing El-Mermah inside.

“Bek,” Layla greets a tall man in a fancy dark suit.

“Layla,” the man greets and takes a look at Marc, and then at you behind them.

“It’s been a while,” she says as they shake hands.

“Good to see you,” he says.

“Yeah.”

He pulls away and begins to turn. “Right this way,” he says and leads the way to the ring, making Layla and Marc hold hands to make the cover believable.

Albeit you know it’s not just for cover.

“He’s looking forward to seeing you,” Bek adds. “After Madripoor I’m sure you two will have a lot to talk about. Excuse me for one moment,” he excuses himself as he brings you to stop in front of the ring. “Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly.”

Once the man is gone you approach the ring, and prop your arms on the fence to lean forward and watch with interest as a shirtless man rides around in his white horse.

“So what?” Marc interjects. “This joker just puts on El-Marmah games in his backyard, for fun?”

He can if he wants to, you think to yourself as you watch him with a sly smirk.

“No, he gets private lessons by the best in his backyard,” Layla corrects Marc, whilst you see as the man brings his beautiful white horse to a stop to hop off and get his fancy red robe put on him.

There’s just something about hot older men that have a way to just turn you on. Mr. Mogart definitely is one of those men.

“Cool,” Marc comments. “I like the robe.”

“Layla,” Mr. Mogart addresses her with a charming smile. “Come in.”

Layla leads the way, and Marc and you follow after her.

“Such a delight to see you,” he continues.

“You too,” Layla says.

“How have you been?” He asks as he takes her hand so elegantly.

“Good,” Layla responds as Mogart presses a kiss on her knuckles. “Thank you for having us over on such short notice.” She pulls her hand away and the man does not drop his smile.

“Oh, please,” he assures her. “I hope you realize you need no excuse to drop by.”

Layla then proceeds to turn to Marc and pats his shoulder to introduce him, causing Mogart to look over at him as she did. “This is my husband, Rufino.”

“Nice to meet you,” Marc responds and offers Mogart his hand.

“Pleasure. Oh right,” the man mutters and wipes his hands on his robe to shake Marc’s hand.

“And that’s my step-daughter,” Layla points to you as you stand beside Marc. “Y/N.”

The man steps away from Marc and offers you a much kinder and much more charming smile than the one he offered Marc.

“Hello, it’s nice meeting you,” you greet with a smile of your own.

And as you stretch out your hand Mogart takes it and leans down to press a kiss on your knuckles. “Delight,” he says, causing you to smile wider and hold his gaze.

Meanwhile, Marc beside you was slowly furrowing his eyebrows and trying not to pierce daggers into the man with his glare.

“I hope you understand this is more than a collection to me,” Mogart tells Layla as he lets you go and turns to walk you away from the ring. “Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously.”

Layla sighs. “A self-appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?” She asks.

And once you walk out of the ring with Mogart, the men that were inside continue with their game.

“Well,” Mogart answers. “I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation. Now if I may ask, why such interest in Senfu in particular?” He asks as he brings you to stop in front of a small glass pyramid that has what Marc is looking for inside.

“Oh, actually our purchases are—”

“I’m sorry,” Mogart cuts Layla off before she can finish her explanation. “I’d like to hear from your husband, if you don’t mind.”

He’s playing with her.

Marc hums, and Mogart hums in agreement as he folds his arms over his chest and waits.

“I think that…” Marc begins to say. “But I think I just would love to take a look.”

Mogart keeps quiet for a moment before commenting, “funny man.”

You keep your gaze on him for a moment to try and figure him out, to try and read what he’s playing at, but you get interrupted by Layla grabbing your arm to pull you inside the pyramid.

“Please, just let Steven out before you blow this,” Layla tells Marc as you walk to Senfu.

“Not a chance,” Marc retorts. “All right, what do you see?”

You begin to walk around as you study the sarcophagus, noticing text carved on the wood.

“Well,” Layla answers before you can. “The burial practices are in line with the Studenwachen texts.”

“The what?” Marc questions.

“It’s legit,” you answer as you come to stop to look inside, noticing something over the corpse.

“But all I see is literature to guide the dead,” Layla adds. “There’s no location indicated.”

You sigh and point to the dark material within. “Don’t think it’d be that easy. Must be uh, coded or something, right, with this?”

“Okay, uh,” Marc cuts in. “Will you guys give me a minute? I gotta talk to Steven…just keep him occupied.”

So it is real. Is it? This Steven character.

Nevertheless, after some hesitance you end up trusting him and walk off with Layla to rejoin the men watching from the outside.

“He just needs a couple minutes in there alone,” Layla tries to explain. The guard tries to walk in, but she grabs his arm and pulls him back. “Please, yeah. He is…he’s praying,” she excuses his actions.

When you look over you see him talking to himself with his back turned, so you understand why it’d look weird, why the guard continues watching him without as much as listening to what Layla has to say. Nor does Mogart actually pay any attention to her or you whatsoever anymore.

Furthermore, before you the guard doesn’t wait and departs from the group.

“Wait,” you try to stop him, but he doesn’t stop, he walks in the pyramid.

When you go in after him he immediately pulls out his gun. “What are you doing?” He demands to know from Marc.

You try to pull apart your bracelets but as Marc hears, he instantly turns and manages to steal the gun and point it at the guard instead, causing more guards to point guns at both Layla and you in retaliation, and forcing you to stop from grabbing your own weapons.

“Marc!” Layla exclaims, “don’t.”

Said man looks over and his eyes widen as he sees what unfolded.

“Shit,” he hisses and hands the guard his gun back, letting one guard point at both Layla and you so he the other could walk over to Marc, before finally letting Mogart walk in after Marc.

“Do you really think I’m an idiot?” Mogart spats. “Get on your knees.”

“Anton, stop!” Layla tries to talk him down.

But Mogart ignores her. “Get on your knees,” he repeats himself. And to your surprise Marc does as he’s told—“Layla,” Mogart says and looks back at her. “I was so ready to make peace with you.”

The guard behind you nudges both Layla and you inside with his gun high, causing you to peer back and glare at him.

“You don’t understand,” Layla rebuttals. “We’re trying to save many lives.”

There’s four guards in here with guns, Mogart is too pretty to be holding anything, so it’s just the four guns. You have weapons, Layla also has her own daggers, and Marc has the suit so it can be manageable, you can take ‘em together if you try.

“Hey, pal,” Marc interjects. “Take a look inside the sarcophagus.” Marc points his head to said object. “There’s somethin’ really, really big.”

Mogart slowly gets closer, but his guard then walks to him and whispers something in his ear that makes him turn to look at the three of you.

“Well, that’s interesting,” Mogart says a bit smugly. “It appears we have a concerned third party here.” He begins to walk out now. “Get up.” He orders Marc

Said man does as he’s told, and as you all get walked out, there walking towards you is the same older gentleman from before, Arthur Harrow Marc said his name was.

“Whatever they’ve told you,” he adds. “I’m sure I can offer you something much more tangible.”

Sure just like how he offered that poor old man food and shelter only to kill him. So much for justice. He’s nothing but an evil old man.

Regardless, Harrow shows off the scarab in his hand. “Why settle for a clue when you have the treasure,” he continues to try and convince Mogart.

“Anton,” Layla tries to talk to him. “Anton, don’t listen to this man. He’s trying to stop us from reaching—”

“Please, stop,” Mogart cuts her off as he turns swiftly to point at her.

“He’s gonna kill millions, trust her!” You exclaim out of annoyance that he was being so ignorant.

Mogart glances at you and then glares at Layla. “Do you seriously want me to trust you, Layla?”

“Please,” Harrow interrupts, making you groan—“there’s no need to descend into violent accusations. Each one of you has so much more in common than you know. Layla, you keep thinking that distance will prevent the wounds from your fathers murder from reopening. But something stands in your way. Your husband doesn’t tell you the truth.”

You look between Layla and Marc in confusion and worry, hoping that what this man was talking about was out of his ass to just turn them against each other.

“And Marc,” Harrow continues to say and creates more tension. “You don’t tell her because you know if you do, she’ll see you exactly as you see yourself, as unworthy of love.”

“You piece of shit—”

“You distance yourself from your daughter,” Harrow cuts him off, making your breath catch and your eyes narrow. “In hopes that will keep her safe from that within, when reality that’s not what will destroy her, but yourself.” His eyes slide to you and he tilts his head. “And you, you use violence to silence the pain your father caused, but there's also a small part of you that enjoys it. That control. Just like him.”

The balls on this man.

You scoff and narrow your glare on him. “You fucking piece of shit,” you grumble, but he just ingores you and turns to Mogart.

“Anton,” he says and lifts his cane that begins to glow purple once again. Just like last time. “The lore surrounding these relics, I offer proof that it’s real.” He begins to walk ahead and continues to speak. “This sarcophagus does not belong to anyone.”

Suddenly as the man stops speaking the lights around begin to flicker, and the breeze begins to pick up.

“Anton,” Harrow speaks, “would you like to see for yourself?”

“Yes. I do.”

Mogart’s response let’s Harrow begin to chant, it makes the wind blow harder, the lights flicker with more urgency it seems, and that purple hue begins to grow brighter and surrounds the sarcophagus before destroying it.

“That's just a taste of the godly power I offer.” Harrow says as he continues to walk away.

Nevertheless, it’s while you were busy focusing on what was happening around you that you don’t notice Marc disappear until people from within the ring point it out.

However, you don’t lose him for long because as you look up at what stands on top of a glass pyramid, you see Marc in his suit.

He’s there, looking down at everyone, and you can’t help but smile.

Nevertheless, since everyone else sees him, Mogart is taken away, the guards around you lift their guns to shoot. But Marc quickly throws one dagger and takes out the guard by Layla, leaving the one still pointing his gun at you.

It seems that Marc is going to jump down and attack him that way, but the man instead hooks his arm around your throat and presses his gun at your head. “I will shoot her!” He bellows and begins to step back.

Marc lands on the ground and pulls out two more crescent moon daggers, whilst Layla begins to approach with a gun she grabs from the ground.

“Back off!” The guard yells at Layla and points his gun at her too, making Layla stop in her tracks.

“Please,” you feign a shaky voice and slowly begin to raise your hands in the air. “Please let me go.”

“Tell him to—”

Before he can finish his demands you flip the blade hidden in your ring and stab his jaw, making him groan and step back as he grabs his bleeding wound. You then spin around and kick him in the gut before pulling out the dagger from your bracelet and slicing his throat.

When the man falls you pick his gun off the ground, and then turn to see Marc’s glowing white eyes slightly widened.

“G-Cool,” he stammers.

You shoot him a smirk before you catch a line of guards approaching from the ring. When Layla notices she grabs your hand and pulls you towards Marc as he pulls his cloak around the both of you as the bullets fire…without as much as making a hole.

“Buy me some time,” Layla tells Marc.

Said man, without hesitation assures her, “I can do that.”

He then pulls away and twirls around to throw daggers at most of them out of his cape, before throwing his crescent daggers at the stragglers, leaving you in awe.

Layla then tries to take you with her, but you pull your hand away from her grip and shake your head. “No,” you protest. “Go, I'll stay here with him.”

Layla tries to argue but you turn away before she can and follow after Marc.

“What are you doing?!” He shouts when he notices you.

You lift your earphones and put them in your ears. “Helping,” you retort. You then turn your music on before jumping over the fence and throwing out a small explosive at the group of approaching guards, whilst Marc takes down more by himself.

Of course before you vanished into nothing but a pile of dust, Marc told you about his alter ego Moon Knight, who was brought thanks to Khonshu. But you never got to witness his capabilities. Marc always tried to tell you but stories aren’t the same as actually witnessing it for yourself. And now that you see him you can’t help but feel that same awe you felt when he’d tell you.

It’s not something you wouldn’t tell him though. Not anymore. Nor will you let him catch the awe on your face, so before he can see any sort of reaction, you use your gun and shoot at two approaching men, before Marc covers you and throws daggers at the other two that began to shoot.

More come from behind so you break away from Marc and pick up a spear from the ground to hurl it one before throwing a paralyzing gadget at the other three. One man tries to sneak up behind you, but you catch a glimpse of him and throw your elbow back on his nose before twirling around and slamming your bracelet on his neck to electrocute him, before using your ring to cut his throat.

As he falls to the ground you turn and see that Marc is getting overwhelmed, even more guards come out from who knows where and all continue to try to surround him, and you. Mostly him, so you look around for something else to use to help him, and actually see a horse someone abandoned still tied at a pole by the fence.

Alas, on your run to the horse one guy tries to rush you, while another tries to shoot you. But the one with the gun out gets a crescent dagger thrown to his chest, letting you use the gun to shoot at the one running at you.

After that you make it to the horse without an obstacle, but the horse gets spooked, and when it sees you approach it exclaims and jumps up on its back legs.

“It’s okay,” you try to assure the horse and throw your hands out. “Shh, it’s okay, I just…want to help,” you continue and slowly step towards the rope.

The horse gets back on all fours but fidgets. Yet it doesn’t try to kick you when you untie it, it stays put and lets you approach it—“that’s a good horse,” you whisper and brush your hand on its side before climbing on. “Now, let’s go take out those bad men.”

A smirk plays on your lips, and as you get the horse to run forward, as you feel the breeze on your face, you begin to grin and keep your eyes on Marc, and those guards who wants to kill you both. As you approach the spear you hurled at one guard, you throw your hand out and grab it, but as you try to pull it out of his body as the horse runs ahead, you almost get your arm ripped out of your freaking socket.

“Oh by the—fuck,” you grumble and roll your shoulder back. “Mother fuck—”

Nevertheless, you brush your pain aside and make the horse run faster. As you approach Marc, you lift your arm and smirk mischievously before you throw it at the man he had behind him.

Marc tries to look over as he notices but another guard tries to take him from the front and distracts him. So you nonetheless have your back turned to him as the horse continues forward. When you turn, you see Marc in a different outfit, in the plain white suit.

“All right, time out!” He shouts in the british accent—Steven. “That’s it, time out! Guys, let’s all calm down, yeah? We’re all worked up! Let’s all just, like, chill the F out and talk for a second…” Before he can finish, his spear gets thrown at his back. Another man on a horse comes racing past you and stabs another spear in him.

When you get close to him again he suddenly changes again and he’s in his previous outfit with the cloak on.

You would’ve asked why the sudden change, but there’s no time now, so you make the horse run faster and head towards the man on the other horse. He sees you approaching him and raises his spear as he makes own horse sprint towards you.

One of the other men nearby rushes you and ends up pulling you off the horse. When you hit the ground you land on the man. He tries to push you off, but you slam your bracelet on his neck and electrocute him first before punching him and knocking him out.

Now albeit, when you stand to your feet, the man on the horse comes running at you. He lifts his spear, but you raise your gun and shoot him first, leaving no one in front of you so you turn.

However, when you do turn, you see Marc with spears all over his body, and see Layla get cut by Mogart.

“Layla!” Marc shouts before you could.

You try to run to her, but Mogart grabs a spear and turns on his horse to face Layla now. Meanwhile, Marc was on the floor with the spears still on him.

There was a choice to make, help Marc so he can help Layla, or help her and risk Mogart getting her first.

No matter what jealousy brewed by the attention Marc was just giving her and the apology he gave her first, you love her too much to lose her, so you make your choice and run to Marc. There were only three men, so you raise your gun and shoot, but find the gun without bullets, so you just throw it out and grab your dagger to hurl at one man’s back.

The second one on Marc’s side looks over and grabs his gun to shoot at you; and he actually does shoot a bullet, but you slide down on your feet and use your last dagger and hurl at him.

He deflects it and continues to shoot, but Marc then uses the man’s own spear and pushes him back before turning to get the other.

And while Marc is distracted on the third man, the second one tries to cut him, but you pull your dagger out of the other man’s body and throw it at his hand this time, causing him to drop the spear. You then pick his gun off the ground and shoot him just as Marc turns to deal with him.

Marc then looks over at you and you meet his glowing gaze, and in between pants point to Mogart with your head. “Go.” You mouth.

Without a second to waste Marc turns and breaks into a sprint towards Layla. Mogart does the same. But just before Mogart reaches Layla, Marc grabs her in time and flips her over, forcing Mogart to continue running ahead, this time towards you.

His eyes then proceed to fall on you, but you don’t move and just hold his gaze with a scowl since you see Marc throw his dagger at him.

Mogart furrows his eyebrows in confusion at your reaction, but in that moment before he can even try and hurt you, the dagger stabs him in the back and he goes on ahead and leaves you.

When he’s out of sight and no longer a threat, you pick up your daggers and clip it back on your wrist before heading towards Layla and Marc.

“Y/N, are you okay?!” Marc asks as he turns to meet you halfway once he’s secured Layla.

“Yeah,” you assure him without the attitude. When he reaches you and you both stop, he grabs your shoulders and makes his mask disappear so his face is visible now.

“Are you okay?” He asks again and scans you for any injuries.

You look at his hands before you meet his gaze and nod slowly. “Yeah, I’m fine. I told you,” you pant. “I can protect myself.”

Marc cups your cheek with one hand, making you stiffen and avert your gaze to look over at Layla now. Once she meets your gaze you quickly pull away from Marc and run to her.

“Layla,” you exclaim, and quickly grab her arms once you reach her. “Are you okay?”

Said woman nods and grabs your wrists to redirect your question. “Are you okay?”

You offer her a half smile and nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good. I'm glad. I’m proud.”

You smile wider and let her go to turn and face Marc as he approaches the both of you.

“Do you have it?” He directs at Layla.

“Yeah,” she assures him. “We need a car.”

He nods. “Yeah, come on.”

——

*LATER*

You: You’ll get a name when you give me yours so for now I’ll just tell you my name is wolf.

You press send without regret and wait now, hope Spider-Man might answer back—given you were going to answer earlier but well the fight happened.

“Ay,” you hear Marc comment from the front of a…borrowed car. “I really liked that jacket.” He throws his jacket back over the pile of backpacks set beside you, and turns his neck to steal one glance at you before turning back again.

“What was Harrow talking about?” Layla asks Marc, and you lower your music as your interest is piqued.

“What do you mean?” Marc asks as he takes off his shirt.

“He said I had a right to know,” Layla adds.

“I have no idea,” he assures her as he throws his shirt back before you catch him, from the corner of your eyes, pointing at his bag. “Y/N, pass me the white hoodie in my bag.”

You put your phone down and pretend to be uninterested as you reach over and unzip his backpack.

“I never told anyone why I really moved,” Layla says, whilst you pull out what he asked for as he answers her.

“I don’t know, he’s just trying to mess with you….”

Your phone vibrates with an incoming message so you quickly push the hoodie to Marc to pick up your phone, noticing it was Spidey, and going unaware that Marc lets his eyes linger on you for a moment longer before turning away.

“…you know he’s trying to get in your mind. No, don’t let him do that. You know he’s got this idea that can see the true nature of people or some baloney like that. If that were true, I don’t think he’d have a bunch of homicidal maniacs as his disciples, would he?” Marc finishes saying while you unlock your phone to read the message.

Unknown

Alright, fair. That’s fair. By the way, wolf is a cool name, or alias or whatever.

You scoff softly in amusement and continue to listen to the conversation happening from the front of the car.

“So, it’s not true?” Layla asks Marc. “What he said about you and…”

“No, it’s not true, of course not,” Marc cuts her off to assure her. “No, he’s just trying to divide us. Don’t let him get in your head.”

So what Harrow said about Marc and you, what is it? Is it true? Or is it a lie?

If it was a lie though, why would he say that Marc is trying to protect you from the bastard god that has him imprisoned?

Maybe he’s just trying to get your hopes up to then get them crushed when Marc reveals the actual truth that he doesn’t care.

Maybe that’s it. Which would prove your grandmother right.

“Every time I learn something new about you,” Layla adds. “I think, “that’s it. There can’t possibly be any secrets left between us.” And then something else pops up, and it’s like I’ve not known you at all.”

“Yeah,” Marc doesn’t fret to agree. “You haven’t. You don’t.”

As conflicted as you currently felt, you know for sure that what he said now to Layla was rude. She doesn’t deserve that even if it might be true.

Which is why you get discouraged to bring up your own questions on the same Harrow regard. Marc would just turn you down, lie. There’s no point. So you leave it alone and get back to answering the message.

You

Thanks :) Now tell me Spider-Man and be honest are you an old weird man? Cause yes I might be into older men but I need to know who I’m talking to. Weird? Perv? Too young?

You leave the message app and turn up your music, you look up again and now see both Layla and Marc as far as apart as they can be. Layla's eyes are watery, and Marc wears an…upset frown on his face as he stares out the window.

Now you feel shame for feeling happy that they had gotten into an argument earlier.

Yet deep down not really. Part of you…that deep flawed part of you doesn’t want them to reconcile, to be happy, not until he can talk to you first, not until he apologizes to you first. No matter how much you do love Layla.

Is that bad? Does it make you a bad friend? A bad step daughter? An even worse daughter?

Maybe. But you can’t deny what you feel.

Regardless, your phone vibrates and a message from Spidey pops up.

Unknown

No to your first two questions. At least I don’t think I’m weird. But I’ll tell you my age when you do. Cat burglar.

You scoff and don’t wait now, you’re too intrigued.

You

I TOLD YOU! I DO NOT STEAL! everything I take is already stolen and sold on the black market. I just steal from the actual stealers and return the items to their rightful owners.

And! no. You’re a man, I know men. I’ll take my caution. Tell me your age first.

As you wait now, you glance up to try and look out the window, to try and watch the stars, and the moon follow the car, but you end up catching Marc’s stare through his side-view mirror.

“Tell me you’re not actually texting that spider guy,” he says when you catch his stare. He then turns around on his seat to look at you.

You scoff and blink in disbelief before you narrow your glare on him. “Why should it matter?” You snap.

“Why—because y/n he can be a creep, you don’t know him!” He argues.

You pull out one earphone and quickly defend yourself. “If he was a creep would he go on saving people. And think about it, when you meet someone, you initially don’t know—”

“No,” he cuts you off. “Don’t give me that crap. I don’t want you texting him.”

You feign a laugh and shake your head. “I am nineteen now, I can text who I want. And please don’t you give me that dad crap because you will not like where I’ll take it. Unless you want to talk about shit?” You wait and hold his gaze for him to say something, anything. But he just presses his lips togehter and sighs.

You wait longer, for a moment longer in hopes he’d add anything, but he continues to keep quiet and turns back around.

“Exactly,” you grumble, and ignore your eyes beginning to sting and just put your earphone back on to blast music in your ears to block him out.

When you look down at your phone you see Spider-Man had texted you back.

Unknown

I’m 19. Now you. I need to know who I’m talking to.

You let out all your frustration through a deep breath and answer him.

You

I’m also 19. Yet I’m not so convinced about you.

A couple minutes pass and a message is sent back.

Unknown

Well, girl who gave me her number without knowing me I don’t know what to say

You’re gonna have to trust to me

You slowly smile at your phone and counter his comment

You

Will I regret it? Be honest.

This time when you wait, he takes longer to respond. You try not to let it get to you. You try not to get anxious and check your screen in hopes you just didn’t feel your phone vibrate, or maybe while you were checking the message somehow hid from you.

You try to watch the stars that you pass, the glowing moon that follows the car—

Perhaps it’s the time difference. Maybe he’s working, in school. Or…maybe he fell asleep.

Maybe you came on too strong? Or—

You break from your train of thought as you feel your phone vibrate. When you check you see that it was him.

He did respond.

Unknown

I don’t know

You hum at his response but find it intriguing so you answer.

You

Okay, Spidey, I’ll risk it.

You smirk and look up, noticing now that everything around you was darker as the city lights began to get further and further the deeper you drove into the desert. Now all that basked the car and your surroundings was the car's headlights, and the stars and moon’s hue that was nothing compared to London, Chicago or New York’s stars and moon shine.

Out here, even if it was in the middle of nowhere the stars shone a lot brighter, more beautiful. The Milky Way was actually visible from the desert.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you mumble as you shut the car door and look up at the night sky.

“Until you get lost,” Marc mutters while he pulls out something from his backpack before shutting his door and joining Layla at the hood of the car to begin piecing together some sort of astrological map.

However, it doesn’t turn out to be so easy, seconds turn to minutes, and minutes turn to an hour.

“Try that,” Marc tells Layla as he hands her a piece.

Layla tapes it to the other piece and then adds, “maybe, actually.”

“This one?” Marc suggests as he hands her another larger piece.

Layla takes it and presses it down. “Uh…no. Anything else?”

“I’m not getting any whole constellations,” Marc says. “It’s just little pieces and fragments.” He then proceeds to slam his hands on the hood out of frustration. He sighs and walks by you. “This is gonna take forever,” he adds.

You sigh and look up at the sky before you look down at Marc. “Maybe Steven can come out?” You suggest and begin to swing your feet from where you sit on the hood of the car.

Marc sighs and picks up head to look over at you.

“From what I’ve gathered he has a good understanding of all of this,” you continue. “I think it’s worth giving him a shot so we don’t waste more time.”

Marc stays quiet and hesitates, making Layla interject. “Marc, we can’t wait. It’s okay, just let go. We don’t have time.”

Marc suddenly groans and storms over to rip the side view mirror off the car and take it with him as he suddenly walks over to grab all the pieces off the hood without any sort of explanation.

“What are you doing?” Layla questions.

Marc continues not to answer and walks away from the car. He doesn’t walk far but in the spot he stops at he dumps out all of his stuff before looking through the side mirror he ripped out.

“What’s going on?” You question as both Layla and you continue to watch him.

Layla sighs and shrugs, whilst you see Marc get down on his knees and stick the pieces together. Which meant…he was Steven now?

You slide off the hood and begin to slowly follow Layla towards…Steven.

“…I don’t need that,” you hear him whisper as you approach him.

Layla gets down on her knees beside him and calls him out, “Steven?”

Said man turns and looks at her. His gaze lingers for a brief second before he interjects, “Egyptians invented modern navigation.” He pulls out more tape and bends down. “There’s not a lot of landmarks in the desert. So they came up with a way to get about using the sun and the stars. It’s bloody genius, isn’t it?”

It’s weird now, now that you’re grasping that your dad has alters, that Steven is an alter born out of a dissociative identity disorder. It’s just that’s the only thing that explains this accent, this change, and the fact that he knew nothing about you.

It’s something you’ve seen on tv, you’ve read in textbooks, but you never imagined you’d actually meet someone that has multiple personalities. So it’s weird because his face is your dad, a man you’ve known for nineteen years, but this accent, this completely different personality is a different person.

It’s weird to get used to. And it’s especially hard not to be mad at him because Steven does carry the same face as Marc.

How does Layla do it? How can she differentiate them so quickly?

“Et voila,” Steven says and shows off the map pieces he turned to a star.

“Whoa,” Layla gasps and takes it from him.

“It’s French,” Steven mumbles as he can’t take his eyes off her.

Layla laughs. “I know.” Her gaze lingers on him before she looks back to show you the star-shaped map.

You get closer and squint your eyes, and find yourself actually smiling in awe as you can actually see the constellation.

“So,” you add. “What do we do with it?”

“Well,” Steve says and takes the star back. “I’m not sure, but if…” he moves it and then puts it against the light. “Hand on a minute. You see that? You see those little pinpricks there? That’s a constellation.”

“We should be able to triangulate the stars into coordinates, right?” Layla asks and pulls up her tablet. “Let me just scan it.”

You scoff. “I don’t think it’s gonna work,” you point out and prop your hand on your hip. “You see if you think about it, uh—”

“It’s not working,” Layla mumbles and puts down the tablet.

“Yes, no it won’t,” you explain to her. “The stars drift over time, not so much, but what was in the sky then won’t be the same now. But it could mean the difference between us searching miles and miles away from where we’re supposed to be looking.”

Layla smiles, and Steven grins as he nods in agreement. “Yes!” He exclaims. “Yes, so basically, Senfu marked that tomb, like, two thousand years ago. So unless we know exactly what the sky looked like on that date, we’re beggard.”

You sigh, “yeah.” You look away from the map and look back at Steven, noticing that he seemed to be a thousand miles away himself now.

“Steven?” You call out softly and follow his line of gaze, seeing nothing.

Said man looks back at you and Layla and points ahead. He begins to walk off and Layla and you follow. Albeit you follow with more caution than she does.

Once you reach a sandy hill, Steven calls out. “Khonshu?”

Your eyebrows furrow at the sound of the name and you continue to watch Steven until suddenly the air begins to pick up and sand rolls back.

“What’s going on?” You ask.

Yet you get no answer, instead Steven puts his arms out, looks up at the sky and gets his suit on.

You glance down at Layla and she glances up at Steven. When you look at him again he has hands up and suddenly purple begins to color the night sky before the stars begin to spin around, as if it’s some earth globe.

“What,” you gasp in awe and feel shivers down your spine. The sky turns brighter and spins faster until suddenly it stops and the constellation from the map shows up on the sky.

“That’s it,” you mumble and watch Layla lift the tablet to record it.

“This is surprisingly painful,” Steven comments.

“It’s working,” Layla mentions and begins to walk around him to get the entire constellation overhead.

“I can feel my energy leaving me,” Steven groans, and you see his mask disappear from his face, whilst the stars in the sky begin to shake—“oh, god, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

You look back at Layla and see that it’s almost complete. “Just hold on, a while longer,” you assure him.

Seconds later the computerized voice speaks the coordinates.

“I got it,” Layla exclaims. “29 degrees north, 25 east.”

Steven falls on his hands and knees and groans in pain, causing you to rush over to him to help him up, whilst his outfit completely disappears and the sky turns back to normal.

However, Steven falls again and you fall to your knees with him, noticing now that he went unconscious.

“Da—Steven?” You call, and Layla rushes over to help you flip him over. “Steven,” you try again and pick up his head. “Hey. Steven? Dad? Come on. Come on.” Your voice begins to quiver and your eyes begin to sting. “Come on.”

“Steven?” Layla calls out too and brushes back his hair. “Marc? Where are you?”

He continues to lay unconscious and his pulse feels weak.

“Hey,” you call out quieter. “Come on. Wake up. Please.” Your heart begins to race, and your stomach begins to churn as your mind races with the worst. “Wake the hell up!”

“Let’s take him to the car,” Layla says and walks to grab his legs, whilst you grab him from his arms to begin slowly carrying him down the sandy hill to reach the car.

Albeit, you don’t end up making it far at all because different car headlights show up whilst an engine is heard nearby.

“Shit,” you hiss and get down to begin carrying your fathers body that way.

Yet guns begin to get fired, so you have to let go so he can roll down and get down faster. His body then ends up tripping Layla and she rolls down with him.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaim as you slide down the sandy hill.

The car begins to drive down so you break into a sprint and almost trip on your way down. Luckily you don’t roll down and end up stumbling close to Layla.

“Explosive,” she whispers. “They have explosives in the back of the car.”

You look over and see them beginning to turn.

“Go,” you urge her. “I’ll stay back with him.”

Without a second thought Layla begins to sprint over. The moment she makes it to the car the other car turns and begins to head towards her, making you clench your jaw and dig your nails in your palms.

You see Layla opening the trunk, but you also hear people speaking in Arabic as they drive closer. Once they begin to drive towards the trunk you hold your breath and let your body slide down a little bit.

Nevertheless, they don’t get off or spot her, they continue to turn and point their lights in your direction, so you gasp softly and lay on the ground to close your eyes and pretend to be dead.

They don’t seem to get out of the car but they also don’t fucking leave. Albeit you do hear one scream before they smack their car and finally turn away. As you look up you see them facing Layla holding a red match before they begin to shoot and drive towards her.

You want to yell out to get their attention, but Layla then gets down and hides the light, making them stop shooting and drive closer. And the moment they’re closer, Layla crawls to the other side and lights another match to throw it in their trunk and set off their explosives. Finally making them stop.

“What’s—”

At the sound of Steven’s voice you gasp and jump back. “<What the hell is your fucking problem?>” You swear off in Spanish as you clutch onto your chest and push yourself to your feet.

“Did I scare you?” Steven asks as he follows you towards Layla. “I'm so sorry!”

You wave him off and let out a deep breath as you head back towards your seat in the back, missing the way Steven stares at Layla in awe until she comments on it. “What?”

Is it weird to be confused about their relationship? It feels like Steven is being weird with Layla since she is married, but at the same time she is married to him…his body, his face, so is it weird to be rooting for their reconcile and at the same time their downfall?

Ah. It’s too confusing.

Music should help.

Yet…

“What are you listening to?” Steven asks as he crawls into the back with you.

“Uh,” you hum as you watch him struggle to swing his legs over. “Just, uhm,” you mumble and lean back so you don’t get hit by his body. “Yep, just….”

He falls on the bags and groans softly before turning around and pushing the things aside to sit down.

“Okay,” you laugh softly. “Yep.”

“Hey,” he greets awkwardly.

You glance at him and then back at your phone and nod slowly. “Hi,” you say back.

“So, what you listening to?” He presses.

You sigh and turn your phone on to show him the song that popped up first when you hit play.

“Ah, This Feeling by Alabama shakes, cool. That’s cool.”

“One of my favorites,” you mumble.

“You know,” he scoffs lightheartedly. “I really like this song called, Lobo-hombre en Paris by, uh, La Unión.”

You lick your lips and look up at him. “Really?” You probe. “That’s crazy, that's one of my favorites…”

You heard it from Marc actually.

“Oh, really?!” Steven exclaims. “That’s so cool! Cool.” He nods.

You hum and sigh softly, whilst Steven rummages through his jacket pocket until he pulls out something small.

“I think,” he interjects, “this belongs to you. Maybe.” He opens his fist, and there on his palm is a small carved wooden wolf. It was once yours, it was a gift from Marc.

“Uh...” you swallow thickly, and pull your headphones off. “Yeah. Well it was mine.”

He hums and holds it between his fingers to study the gray and brown wooden wolf. “I’ve always carried it with me, I never remember how I got it, but one thing I did know is that it helped me feel…safe. Calm. So I made sure never to lose it.”

Your eyes and throat begin to sting, and suddenly you feel at a loss for words

“I think it’s yours though,” he continues to add. “I mean because Layla calls you wolf, like the animal, so I assume—”

“Again, it was mine,” you interject. “I gave it back to Marc a long time ago. When he was leaving to one of his many trips around the world,” you begin to say and take the wooden wolf from Steven. “I told him it would keep him safe and that it would be like taking me with him wherever he went. Because I remembered that when he gave it to me he said that he picked it out because it reminded him of me. I was around five, so you can imagine how happy that made me.” You sniffle and hand it back to Steven. “Now, you keep it.”

Steven shakes his head and tries to give it back, but you close his hand around the wooden wolf and offer him a soft smile.

“Keep it,” you assure him. “It will continue to keep you calm. And so you can remember me.” You grin.

“But,” he tries to interject. “It’s from your dad. Which oddly enough your dad is…me? My body?”

You giggle. “Yeah, it’s confusing, but just keep it, please. I want you to keep it. It’ll keep you safe.”

Steven holds your gaze for a second before he sighs and nods with a faint smile on his face. “Thanks,” he whispers.

The sight of his face makes you want to punch him less, but he still is your dad so your anger isn’t actually gone completely.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt. “For the way I acted with you before. You’re obviously not Marc, so my anger is not directed towards you. I’m sorry for being an ass.”

Steven scoffs softly and shakes his head. “No, don't worry about it. I get it. Marc is an arse.”

You nod softly in agreement.

“Can I ask, what did he do? What happened?”

Your eyes flicker down and a shaky sigh escapes past your lips. “Don’t…don’t worry about it,” you deflect his question. “It wasn’t you.” You offer him one last smile before you put your earphones back on and continue to listen to music as you continue towards the tomb.

Unbeknownst to you, while you apologized to Steven, as you warmed up to him, Marc from within was growing jealous that it wasn’t him who you were talking to; that talking to you couldn’t be as easy as Steven was making it out to be.

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A/N- Now is y/n’s fascination with older men because of her daddy issues or because it might be leading to something else? 🤔

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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."

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All My Love For You (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Requested by Anonymous-Hiii there! I really enjoy all your stuff and I literally am in love with your writing!

If it’s not too much to ask, may I request for Arthur Harrow x reader fic where the reader is in love with Arthur but she doesn’t think he feels the same? Like unrequited love but in secret Arthur likes her too? Angst/fluff or hurt/comfort would be amazing!

A/N-Finally, another request finished and ready. Again, I felt I’ve gone overboard with this, but hey at least it’s finished. Anon, I hope you enjoy this after waiting over a year for this to be done.

Requests have been opened back up for two weeks. If anybody still wants to make a request, please send it through my inbox or DM (Direct Message) so that I can get started on it :). Lists are down below for better navigation.

Also, on my last fanfic request post, I’ve noticed people commenting down below to be tagged in the next part of it. If anybody wants to be tagged in the next fanfic request or one of my own, please do so, it’ll help me out more when I post…

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Underworld Requests

Good Omens

Warnings: Major angst, some language, fear of loneliness, not being loved back, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of past abuse, and tons and tons of fluff at the end 

Citrus Scale: 🍎

W.C+: 4.4K

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Love. That’s the only thing you feel for your master and mentor Arthur Harrow. It felt like a stupid high school type crush, but for you it feels more serious than that.

In the past, you’ve had many abused relationships with other men and how they abused your love for them. After your last relationship ended very badly, you’ve had enough and left without turning back. The only thing you took with you was your backpack with only clothes and some money you’ve saved up.

As you walked alone down the streets at the dead of night, you cried your eyes out with your heart aching with complete heartbreak. Your soft sobs echoed through the abandoned alleyways of the buildings you’ve passed by.

Your cries were heard, as a mysterious man came out of the shadows of one of the buildings. He was quite shocked to see you at this time of night. That’s when he noticed your tear ridden face, glistening beneath the street lights. Whatever you’ve been through, he invited you to come inside with him.

With everything you’ve been through and nothing else left in your life, you took up his offer and went inside with him.

Taking you in by your hand, he guided you into the building and took you into a private area for you to rest.

After a few hours of rest and some warm food inside of your stomach, he asked you why you were walking all alone on the streets in the dead of night. Soon after you broke down and told him everything that happened. 

He listened carefully to you as you told him about your past relationships and how they abused the love you’d given them. After your last relationship ended on a sour note, you’ve had enough and left that sorry asshole behind. You sobbed and sobbed with your hands covering your tear ridden face, feeling like total shit as you told all of this to a complete stranger you just met.

But he sat there, listening to you talk about what you’ve gone through and how horrible you were treated. Rubbing his hand up and down your back, comforting you in a way.

He felt so bad for you, watching you cry. Sorrow filled his blue eyes and felt his heart grow heavy with it too. With no other place to go to turn to, he offered you a place within his community to stay and heal from your past.

You were forever grateful for his offer and for himself. You had a place to stay and to call it home. You felt safe now.

That was a few years ago. You’ve been living happily inside of the community ever since and never looked back. Feeling more safe in this new environment and connecting with the other members of the community as well. 

Over the past few years you lived here, you’ve became more closer towards Arthur. Teaching and mentoring you through his guidance. How his soft voice puts you into a trance of sorts whenever he speaks to you.

The time you spent with Arthur, the more he understood of what you’ve went through. How each time his heart grew heavier and heavier of sorrow, when you talked about your past partners and how they never loved you in return.

He’s always there for you. Checking up during the day and night to see if you're comfortable, seeing each other during meal time, and spending quality time with just the two of you. 

With all this quality time spent with Arthur, you’ve grown much closer to him in the past three years. From holding hands to embracing one another under the moonlight, you never realized what was happening right before your eyes. You were falling in love again.

But how? After your last relationship, you swore to yourself not to fall in love ever again. You didn’t want to start all over again. Didn’t want your heart broken. It felt like a never ending cycle for you and it haunted you deeply.

The very thought of it scared you each minute you spent with him. It felt like you were sick, but you were fine. 

Any time you were with Arthur, the pit of your stomach grew more and more wider as your love for him took over your mind. You didn’t mean to fall in love again, but you couldn’t let go of the feeling.

It felt like Cupid shot you with one of his arrows and can’t take it out. That arrow will be forever stuck inside of your chest. Your heart fluttered like a little caged bird every time you saw Arthur or spent time with him. 

The more it grew, the more you loved him. But you never told him. You became afraid of what’ll Arthur would say or think if you say ‘I love you’ to him. That he’ll never love you back and leave you. That’s the thing you feared the most in any relationship. Having somebody leave you.

That’s the very thing you didn’t want happening to you at all. So you kept it to yourself and never said anything about your feelings towards Arthur. Keeping it a secret meant that you’ll never tell him and he’ll never find out about the whole thing either.

You kept your feelings a secret for a few weeks, until one night they were uncovered.

It was a quiet night in the community. A gentle, cool wind blew through the leaves and branches of the trees outside of the walls. Sweeping through the dining hall and into the other areas of the community.

You zipped up your jacket to your neck as the cool breeze passed through where you were sitting in the dining hall. After shivering a bit, you went back to eating the hot, lentil soup that sat in front of you on the table. 

Half of the community members were gathered around one another for tonight’s meal. All of them were talking and laughing over what they were up to or what they did from today. They were all happy, not caring about anything at all. You wish it was the same for yourself.

Your (E/C) eyes scanned through the dining hall to see if Arthur was anywhere. It was really hard to tell through the large crowd of community members.

After looking around for a few moments, you went back to eating. Taking in another spoonful of the lentil soup, you felt the semi hot liquid swirl around your tongue and trickle down your throat slowly.

It felt really nice to have a warm meal each day and a cozy bed to sleep in, but that wouldn’t have happened without Arthur. He gave you a place to stay and food to eat. He also didn’t give up on you either. 

Standing by your side almost every day, as you slowly got over your heartbreak. He never left you alone, until you got better. 

Arthur treated you much differently than the other members of the community. In a way, it made you feel special in his eyes.

After a couple of weeks of staying here, you started to warm up to your new surroundings. The members of the community were very nice to you and accepted you as one of their own. You became a part of their family in a way.

For the past few years of calling this place home, you felt something pull yourself towards Arthur. At first you thought you were sick, but you were completely fine. This also happened on other occasions whenever you were around him too.

There were instances when Arthur spoke to you with his soft voice, your whole face felt hot and glowed red. You didn’t even know that was happening at all and it felt like your heart was ready to explode from it too.

Other times you felt your heart beating faster than it should. The blood rushing up to your face so quickly you almost fainted several times. Your heart felt like a caged bird ready to burst out of your chest.

There were a number of other things like Arthur’s hand slightly brushing up against yours, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, letting you sit next to him at meal times, and spending time alone with just you.

At first you thought it was Arthur treating you differently after what you’ve been through before coming to the community.

 You missed the signs so many times, not even realizing until it was too late. Never realizing that you’ve fallen in love with Arthur.

Ever since, you’ve been trying to avoid the topic and avoid Arthur at all costs. 

You felt defeated in a way. Mostly defenseless against your own feelings overcoming you and your whole mind. Lately, you’ve been overthinking about this whole situation. What would Arthur say and how would he react to you saying you love him?

The awful dread filled both your mind and heart like a large black hole swallowing you whole. Arthur hating and leaving you for loving him haunted you all over the place in your mind. The very last thing you ever wanted to happen was to be alone and heartbroken forever. Still, you don’t really know how to deal with the whole situation that’s causing you pain and torment mentally.

As you continued to eat another spoonful of lentil soup, a hand suddenly came out of nowhere and gently gripped your shoulder. “Aw there you are my dear. I’ve been looking all over the place for you,” a familiar voice followed. Taking the spoon out of your mouth and swallowing the soupy liquid down your throat, you looked over your shoulder to see it was just Arthur.

Arthur looked peaceful tonight. He always is. Standing over your shoulder like a calm shadow. Both of his hands gripped the two handles of his cane, as he slightly leaned over. Several silver strands of his grayish brown hair blew across his pale skin when another gust of wind came through. 

His blue eyes looked upon your surprised face after startling you. He could tell you were quite surprised and somewhat uncomfortable when he touched you. That was soon replaced with a smile on his lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry my dear have I startled you?” He asked as he pulled a chair up to sit next to you. You shook your head a bit. “Not a bit Arthur.” You said with a smile and took another spoonful.

He chuckled a bit, “That’s very good to hear. How’s your lentil soup?” 

“Good as always Arthur,” you said after removing the spoon from your lips and placing it back into the halfway done soup bowl. You then grabbed the cloth napkin from your lap and used one of the edges to wipe your mouth off.

“Another good thing to hear,” he chuckled more at your response, “good thing to have on a night like this.” You nodded in response. Another small gust of wind came through, making you both shiver at the same time.

Arthur had on his beige jacket like he always does at night. Even though you had your jacket zipped up to your neck, you still felt cold from the breeze coming through.

You picked the spoon back up and dipped it into the bowl again. “(Y/N) I like to ask you something,” he said as he watched you put another spoonful in. It was usual for Arthur to ask you questions about certain things, as long you know what he’s talking about. You nodded your head in response as a yes, what is it.

“Have you been feeling ill of late? You’re not your usual self when you’re around me.” You felt your heart skip a beat or two when he asked THAT question. The one you’ve been dreading he’ll ask you about what’s been going on with you lately.

You shook your head. “No, I’m perfectly fine Arthur. Why do you ask?” You asked after taking the spoon out and placed it onto the table next to the wooden bowl.

Arthur shifted a bit in his seat and darted his eyes away from you, as he looked around the community dining room for a bit and then came back to look at you.

“You’ve been acting quite strangely the past couple months, I’ve grown very worried for you. It’s like you’ve been distancing yourself from me. Did I do something wrong or has something been bothering you lately,” his voice sounded a bit hurt.

Shit. He’s starting to notice. I need to put a stop to this now or else. I don’t want to start this fucking cycle all over again, your thoughts took over your mind. This can’t go on forever. You have to tell him. Tonight, but not here. There’s too many eyes and ears all over the place. You have to make your move now or it’ll be too late.

“Yes Arthur,” you finally say, “something has been bothering me. The reason I haven’t been around you much, is because I didn’t want to worry you about it. I didn’t know how to talk about it either.” You turned your head away a bit and closed your eyes.

“I see,” he said as he let out a heavy sigh. You opened your eyes back up and turned your head towards him again.

He was turned away from you, but his head snapped back towards you. It was like he was waiting for you to look back at him.

“Not that I’m mad about it at all my dear (Y/N). I understand that you’ve kept this issue from me. You wanted to spare my feelings from what you’re dealing with.” He sounded so calm, but sounded wounded in his voice.

“Whatever it is (Y/N). I want to know what you’re going through. You can’t keep me in the dark if you continue doing this to me. I’m still your friend here. I don’t want you to deal with this on your own. This issue you’re dealing with won’t let up if you just talk to me about it.”

Arthur has a point there. You can’t keep this up anymore. Arthur deserves the truth. The truth that you love him.

You turned away for a bit and looked through the dining hall, making sure nobody near you was listening. Then you turned back to Arthur.

“Alright Arthur, I’ll talk about what’s been on my mind,” you then leaned in closer towards him, “but not here. I want to talk about it privately. There’s too many eyes and ears around us.”

Arthur nodded in agreement with you, “alright. Perhaps after dinner then. It’ll be much quieter for us to talk. How does that sound?” You smiled a bit at him as you nodded in agreement.

“After dinner sounds good to me Arthur. It’ll help me more with my thoughts,” you said as you felt your face heat up a bit.

“Let’s talk about in my living area. It’ll be much quieter when everybody has gone to bed for the night,” he said as he got up and lightly patted you on the shoulder. 

“Alright. I’ll see you later Arthur,” you gave him a warm smile and he smiled back at you. As he walked away with his cane in hand, you felt your heart grow heavier by the second. You have to tell him. Now or never.

After finishing the last of the lentil soup, you helped clean up and put everything away for the night. With everybody gone to bed now, you headed to Arthur’s living area on the ground floor.

Your thoughts began to eat at your mind again, as you walked up to the door with the crocodile door knocker looking down at you. Before you could knock upon the door, it opened up with Arthur on the other side. There was a friendly smile on his lips. The mere sight of you always makes him happy.

“(Y/N). Come on in. I’ve made some tea for us,” Arthur stepped back a bit and you came inside. Arthur’s living area was quite different from the other living spaces, including yours. It was more spacious and had more room to it. The kitchen area was almost the same size of your bedroom alone.

“Go on and sit down at the table. I’ll bring out the tea,” he said as he closed the door behind you and then walked off towards the kitchen. You walked over to the table that was near the wall towards where the kitchen was.

You pulled out the chair nearest to the end of the table and sat down. Your thoughts raced through your mind rapidly. Trying to think of what to say to him and how he’ll react to it. Your hands started to shake a bit and your fingers twitched. It felt like you were about to have a nervous breakdown. The clinking of glass brought you back to the real world.

Turning and looking over your shoulder, you watched as Arthur walked out with two terracotta red mugs in each hand. Steam swirled around in the air, when Arthur walked closer to the table.

Once he got to the side where you were sitting, he placed down the mug in front of you with one hand and then the other mug at his seat. Finally, he sat down at the end of the table and pushed the seat forward at an angle to face towards you.

“Go on ahead my dear. It’s ginger, lemon and honey. Helps with a sore throat,” he said as he took some small sips from his mug.

You picked up the mug placed in front of you, blew into it a few times, and took a few quick sips of it. The hot and sweet tea went down your throat quickly as it burned a bit. You tasted both the lemon and ginger right away, with the honey following.

It took a moment or two for the tea to cool down a bit to be more drinkable. With your tea half gone, you let the other half cool off some more and set the mug back down onto the table. Arthur puts down his as well, licking some of the left over tea off of his lips.

“So (Y/N). What’s been bothering you,” he asked in a calm voice. When he asked you the question, you felt your fingers twitch again. It’s like your entire body was going haywire.

You thought it out for a moment or two, until you found the right words. “It’s difficult to explain Arthur. There’s so many words and I don’t know how to use them. Like swallowing them all at once, but can’t seem to find the right ones.”

As you started to talk, Arthur rested his chin in the palm of his left hand as he placed his arm upon the table for support.

“Arthur,” you said as your heart began to slowly beat faster, “a few years ago. You invited me inside and let me live here after what I’ve been through that night. I’m forever grateful for what you did for me.”

“Over the past few years, you’ve shown nothing but kindness and compassion towards me. Helping and guiding me through your teachings as I became a member of the community here. Treating me like a totally different person entirely and making me feel safe within these walls all of us call home.

“And through that, something inside me changed. I didn’t know at first. I thought it was just a one time thing, but it never went away. Whenever you spent time with me, that thing stayed with me the entire time. To me, it felt like pulling myself towards you as it swelled up more and more. Still, I didn’t know what it was, until it was too late when I found out.” 

Arthur shifted in his seat a bit. Growing very worried about you by the second now. “Found what (Y/N),” he asked in a calm, worried manner. “What did you find out too late about?”

Your heart began to beat much faster now. Like a bird stuck within a rose bush full of prickly thorns. Your mind racing all over the place, as you try to keep calm.

“I thought of forgetting about the whole thing and just move on. It only worked for a few weeks, until now. I stopped thinking of the whole thing, but they crept towards me and my mind. By now, it was already too late.” You grew silent now. Your heartbeat increased in seconds, waiting for a question from Arthur.

“Too late? Too late for what (Y/N),” Arthur was becoming more worried now. In his voice, he sounded hurt.

IT’S TIME. JUST SAY IT, your thoughts started screaming at you. Every fiber inside of your body felt like they’re going to explode now.

“Arthur Harrow. I’m in love with you.” Once you said that, complete silence filled the air. You felt your breath hitch in your throat after saying that. 

Shock quickly went across Arthur’s face. His hand left his chin and went to the table in a quick flash. “You’re what?”

Suddenly you felt the flood gates open very rapidly, “oh God Arthur, I’m so sorry,” you cried out. Tears began to stream down your face very rapidly. “I didn’t know how you’ll react to this. Ever since I came here and after the shit I’ve been through, I thought it would never happen to me again, but it did. I started having feelings for you when we started to get closer with one another. At first I thought I was sick, but instead I was love sick. Love sick for you. That’s all it is. Feelings for you. I grew afraid that you’ll never love me in return after I declared mine for you. Wasting all my feelings away and I regret that now. I’m sorry for doing this to you Arthur. I didn’t know this was going to happen to anybody, especially you of all people. I just didn’t want my feelings crushed again. I just want to-”

You were suddenly cut off, as Arthur kissed you on the lips. You never saw him get up, since your tears blinded you in your rant. They felt warm and soft against yours. The smell of the tea he made intoxicated your senses as he slowly kissed you. It tasted sweet. Slowly, Arthur lifted his head up and removed his lips. 

He smiled a bit, as tears began to run down his face. You felt shock go through your whole body. Both your heart and mind were fucking screaming like crazy. You opened your mouth, but no words came out yet.

 “Arthur-” you finally said, but was cut off when Arthur raised his hand. “No need to explain any more my dear (Y/N). You were afraid of telling how you felt about me and I understand that. Believe me, you’re not alone on this.” Arthur choked up a bit, as more tears streamed down over his cheeks.

You felt your heart skip a beat or two, “Arthur, what are you talking about?” You leaned in a bit closer, awaiting an answer.

Arthur sighed heavily, turned his face away from you, and slowly closed his eyes. You could tell he felt uncomfortable. There was something else that you didn’t know about.

He then turned his head back over to you and slowly opened his eyes back up, with tears still streaming down.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, “the very first time I met you, you needed help. You were all by yourself that one night. Walking along the dark alleyway and I took you in. You were so fragile, I didn’t want anything else happening to you. I made sure you were safe when I invited you into my home. From that night on, I felt something blossom inside. At first I thought it was something else, but it wasn’t. That’s when I felt it. Love. I fell in love with you (Y/N).”

You felt your heart stop for a second or two, with your breath caught inside of your throat. Arthur. He’s in love with me. But why did he hide this from me, your thoughts were running rapidly as your heart started fluttering inside of your ribcage.

“Oh Arthur,” you breathed out with a sigh, holding one hand close to your chest while the other covered your mouth. “How long have you been hiding this?”

“Three years,” he said in a calm, low voice, “three whole years I’ve kept it secret from you. At first I didn’t know how you’ll react to it. So I kept quiet about the whole thing and went on. Though, I only showed little signs of my love for you. Hiding it was the only possible way to keep it secret. Until tonight of course.”

Three years. Three years he kept it secret from you. You felt relieved and happy at the same time. Arthur felt the same way as you did. Keeping his feelings and love for you hidden, because he didn’t know how you’d react to him.

Both of you have feelings for one another, but didn’t know how either of you would react when you proclaimed your love for Arthur and his love for you. 

“Oh Arthur,” you said as you removed your hands from your mouth and chest and knelt down in front of him. You then placed your hands on top of his on his lap. Arthur looked down upon you, with his tears stopped flowing down his face.

“It’s alright Arthur. I understand what you did and I don’t hate you for it. Both of us didn’t know how to handle our feelings for one another. But that’s okay. We love one another and that’s all. Just the two of us, Arthur. Just the two of us.”

Your thoughtful words brought a big smile to him and to yourself.

“You’re absolutely right my dear (Y/N). We have each other’s love.” He said. You then picked yourself up off the floor slowly and then you placed your lips upon his. With your hands still on his, you felt your fingers intertwine with one another as you kissed and kissed.

At last, you felt your heart sync up with Arthur’s. There’s no other way, but just to keep kissing and kissing as long as you could.

Finally, you have somebody to love you in return and love you for all eternity.     

[moonxknightx]

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Arthur Harrow x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Angst, fluff and smut ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- Marvel, Moon Knight ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- 18+, smut, body shaming, reader is insecure, oral (both m&f receiving), passionate sex, piv sex ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- Arthur shows you just how beautiful you are to him after you caught some boys talking shit about you behind your back.

“LOVE ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Asked Arthur while entering the bedroom, seeing that you were looking at yourself trough a big mirror you two had in the corner of the room.

“You’ve been staring at yourself for over ten minutes now.” Arthur continued while walking behind you, placing both of his hands on your hips.

“Yeah i’m fine.” You sighed while holding your stomach. Arthur raised his eyebrows while giving your hips a little squeeze.

“Talk to me love.” Arthur said while kissing the top of your head. He watched you closely through the mirror. He could clearly tell that something was up. And he had a good guess about what it might could be. But Arthur needed to hear it from you.

“You know that you are beautiful right?” Arthur smiled softly while kissing your neck. “Yeah i suppose…” You sighed while looking down.

“Hey look at me.” Arthur said while gently lifting your chin up so you were facing him.

“Talk to me. I want to know what is going on in that big brain of yours.” Arthur said with a slight smile.

“D-do you…” You stopped talking. “Do you still think I’m beautiful?” You asked quietly. Arthur furrowed his eyebrows.

“Of course i still think that you’re beautiful! You are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen! I mean look at you! You look like a Goddess.” Arthur smiled while pulling you closer to him.

Arthur noticed that you tried to avoid eye contact with him, but he wasn’t having any of that right now. He wanted to know why you would ask such a question.

“Hey look at me. I’m being serious love. Of course i still think you are beautiful. Where is this question coming from?” Arthur asked while giving your hips a little squeeze.

You shrugged while letting out a deep sigh. “I don’t know…” Arthur gave you a sympathetic look before grabbing your hand, leading you towards the bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for you to join him. Once you were seated on the bed as well, Arthur grabbed both of your hands while looking at you. “Talk to me.” He said softly.

“I just don’t feel pretty anymore.” You said quietly. Arthur’s heart broke at hearing your words. How could you not feel pretty anymore?

“And why is that sweetheart?” Asked Arthur after a moment of silence. “Because i’ve gained some weight.” You admitted while looking down.

Arthur sighed while shaking his head slightly, a small smile resting on his lips. “Oh sweetheart, gaining weight doesn’t make you any less prettier. You’re still as beautiful as you were when i first met you. And i mean that.” Arthur smiled while placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Who gave you the idea that gaining weight is something bad?” Arthur asked carefully. “Some people at the sanctuary.” You answered slowly.

Arthur frowned while getting closer to you. “Who?” You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter.” You sighed.

“Yes it does. Tell me who made you feel like that.” Arthur demanded softly. “Arthur it really doesn’t matter.” You sighed while looking down at your lap.

“Yes it does.” Arthur spoke. “Why?” You asked slowly. “Because i’ll kick them out. People who disrespect my woman or make her feel like she isn’t pretty enough, are not welcome at the sanctuary.” Arthur said very clearly. “So speak up.”

You knew that lying wouldn’t make it any easier at this point, so you just decided to be honest with Arthur.

“It was Marcus and Ricky…” You sighed while avoiding eye contact with Arthur. The room fell silent for a moment and you knew exactly why.

It was because Marcus and Ricky were Arthur’s closest friends at the sanctuary. His right hands. They were the first people to join Arthur’s cult.

You knew that Arthur had a history with those boys. Hell he almost considered them as his family. So you knew that hearing this wasn’t something that Arthur expected from Marcus and Ricky.

“Arthur it’s okay, you don’t have to kick them out. I know you are very close with them it’s okay.” You told Arthur.

“What did they say or do to make you feel that gaining weight was something bad?” Arthur asked suddenly, completely ignoring what you told him.

You sighed while trying to remember it. “They were talking about me in the kitchen, i was about to grab a drink but stopped in the hallway once i heard my name. I-i listened to what they were saying and apparently they were talking about how I’ve gained weight and that i should lose it because it made me less attractive.” You said while looking at Arthur.

You could see that Arthur was clenching his jaw. “Arthur?” You tried to get his attention by placing a hand on his shoulder.

“They are out before the end of the day.” Was the only thing Arthur said before grabbing your face and pulling you into a deep kiss.

You were a little surprised by his actions but kissed back nonetheless. Arthur placed his hands in your hips and lifted you onto his lap so you were straddling his thighs.

“What are you doing?” You asked once you and Arthur parted the kiss to catch your breaths. “I’m going to show you just how beautiful you are sweetheart.” Arthur smiled while pressing his forehead against yours.

“What?” You asked with a slight chuckle. “Do you trust me?” Asked Arthur while putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yes of course.” You answered almost immediately. “Good.” Arthur smiled before pushing you onto the bed. You yelped in surprise and watched how Arthur climbed on top of you.

“You are so beautiful my love. Everything about you is perfect.” Arthur smiled while looking down at you. “Every curve of you is perfect.” He said while lifting your shirt up to place a kiss on your belly.

“Arthur that tickles!” You giggled while moving one of your hands towards his hair. “Oh yeah?” Arthur asked while looking up at you. “yes!” You laughed while trying to break free from Arthur’s hold on you.

“Hmm to bad.” Smirked Arthur before going down again, continuing with kissing your stomach. “Arthur!” You laughed while running a hand through his hair.

Arthur kept kissing your stomach for about five more minutes until he came back up to look into your eyes. “You are so damn beautiful.” He smiled.

“Stop it.” You tried to laugh it off but Arthur didn’t want any of that. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “I’m serious. You need to stop looking down at yourself.” Arthur spoke while grabbing the ends of your shirt.

“Can i take this off?” He asked softly. You gave him a small nod and watched how Arthur carefully took your shirt off.

It was then that you realized you weren’t wearing a bra. So once your shirt was off, you immediately put your arms up to cover your breasts.

Arthur noticed it straight away and furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t hide yourself for me.” He said while gently grabbing your wrists.

Arthur gently moved your arms away so he could admire your breasts. “So beautiful.” He smiled while looking at you.

You watched how Arthur leaned down and placed soft kisses on your breasts. “So beautiful.” He whispered again while taking one breast in his hand, squeezing it while kissing the other.

“A-Arthur please..” You whined while closing your eyes. “What is it my love?” Arthur asked while looking up at you.

“I need more.” You said quietly. “More?” Asked Arthur with a slight grin. You nodded which caused Arthur to smile.

“Alright, i can give you more.” Smirked Arthur while reaching for your pants. You looked down to see Arthur working on taking off your pants.

It made you a little anxious knowing that you would be fully naked soon. Arthur had seen you naked multiple times but that didn’t stop you from being shy or a little anxious about it, especially after you’ve gained some weight.

Luckily Arthur noticed that you were getting anxious and stopped right away. “Do you want me to stop?” Arthur asked softly.

You shook your head. “N-no God no. I just- i’m just a little nervous.” You explained. “That’s okay. Tell me if i need to stop okay?” You gave Arthur a small nod and watched how he pulled your pants down.

Arthur’s lips curled up in a loving smile while looking down at you. You were absolutely beautiful to him. “Can i touch you?” Asked Arthur softly.

“Yes you can.” You answered quietly. Arthur slowly moved his hands towards your legs and pulled them apart.

You watched how got comfortable between them and started kissing the insides of your thighs. “Oh God.” You breathed while closing your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful my love.” Arthur told you while squeezing one of your thighs. “Look at these thighs. So pretty.” Arthur smiled while kissing your body.

You noticed how Arthur’s kisses went higher and higher, and soon Arthur had arrived at your most private part.

“May i?” Arthur asked while pointing at your panties. “You may.” You smiled and watched how Arthur pulled your panties down.

“Oh fuck.” Groaned Arthur while spreading your legs wider. “You’re so wet.” He whispered while moving two of his fingers through your folds, making you whimper.

“It’s because of you.” You whimpered. Arthur chuckled while circling your clit with his thumb. While doing that, he kept his eyes on your face, wanting to see how you reacted to his touch.

“Oh keep going please.” You moaned while bucking your hips slightly. “As you wish.” Smirked Arthur while rubbing your clit harder, making your body shake in pleasure.

“Oh fuck i need more!” You begged while balling your fists. “What do you want me to do sweetheart?” Asked Arthur softly, wanting to pleasure you the way you liked it.

“I-i need you to eat me out.” You managed to say between heavy breaths. “As you wish.” Smiled Arthur before going down on you.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned when you felt Arthur flicking your clit with his tongue. “Shit this feels so good.” You whimpered while gathering some of Arthur’s hair in a ponytail before pushing him closer to your aching pussy.

Arthur immediately started to lick at your pussy, first at your clit and then at your entrance. “You taste lovely.” Arthur smiled before pushing his tongue into your entrance, fucking you with his tongue.

“Oh fuck yes don’t stop!” You moaned while bucking your hips into Arthur’s face. “Don’t worry i won’t” Arthur said while wrapping his arms around your thighs so he could pull you closer while lapping at your pussy.

Arthur kept fucking you with his tongue for a good ten minutes until he pulled away from you, needing a moment to catch his breath.

“Arthur i need more.” You whimpered while looking at your man. “More?” Asked Arthur with a slight smirk.

“Yes!” You desperately answered while getting onto your knees. You reached for Arthur’s shirt and pulled on the ends of the fabric, letting Arthur know that you wanted it off.

“Desperate are we?” Asked Arthur while looking down at you. “Yes i am! Now please take your clothes off and fuck me.” You groaned while looking up at Arthur, giving him the puppy eyes.

“Oh so you want me to fuck you hmm?” Arthur asked while crossing his arms. “Arthur!” You whined while throwing your head back in annoyance.

“I’m just kidding love.” Arthur smiled, kissing your forehead before taking his shirt off.

“Lay back for me will you?” Arthur chuckled, noticing how you were staring at his chest.

“You are so handsome.” You sighed while reaching out your hand, wanting to touch his chest.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile at your words while taking your hand in his. He brought it to his lips and placed a small kiss on your knuckles before gently pushing you back so you were laying on your back in front of him.

“Ssh, tonight is about you okay?” Arthur whispered before planting a soft kiss on your jawline.

You watched how Arthur moved away from you to the edge of the bed to take off his trousers.

“Wait let me do it.” You quickly said while getting onto your knees, crawling over to the edge of the bed to help Arthur with his pants.

“Sweetheart…” Arthur sighed while watching how you unbuckled his pants. “It’s okay, i want to.” You smiled before pulling Arthur’s pants down which revealed his aching dick under his boxers.

Arthur’s heart was pounding in his chest while watching you. “Please let me suck it.” You begged, eyes wide as you waited for Arthur’s response.

You looked so pretty on your knees, ready to take his cock in your mouth.

“Please Arthur?” You pleaded while giving him the puppy eyes once again. Arthur chuckled a little while stroking your cheek. “Sweetheart, tonight is supposed to be about me pleasing you, not the other way around.” Arthur spoke softly.

“But i want to.” You whined while pulling on the fabric of Arthur’s boxers. Arthur sighed while running a hand through his hair. “Alright fine go ahead.”

You immediately pulled his boxers down, revealing his leaking cock. You grabbed the base of his dick and pumped it a few times before taking Arthur in your mouth.

“Oh God.” Moaned Arthur while placing one of his hands on your head. “I’m supposed to please you. Not the other way around.” Arthur breathed while watching how you bobbed your head up and down his cock.

Arthur gathered some of your hair in a ponytail before pushing you all the way down on his cock, making you choke on it.

“Fuck yes choke on it.” Arthur moaned while throwing his head back in pleasure.

You kept sucking his dick for a good while until Arthur told you that it was enough.

“W-why?” You asked him immediately, thinking you’ve done something wrong. Arthur could see the scared look on your face and immediately comforted you by saying you didn’t do anything wrong.

“Hey look at me, you did amazing okay? I just want tonight to be about me pleasing you, showing you much i love you, okay?” Arthur smiled while looking down at you.

“Okay.”

Arthur gave you a quick peck on your forehead before pushing you back so you were laying down in front of him.

You watched how Arthur grabbed hold of his cock, pumping it a few times while he pushed your legs apart.

“Are you ready?” Asked Arthur while looking down at you, still stroking his dick. You immediately nodded which caused Arthur to chuckle.

“Alright, tell me if you want me to stop.” Spoke Arthur while positioning his cock at your entrance. “I will don’t worry.” You told him while preparing yourself for the painful stretch that was about to happen.

“Alright here we go.” Arthur muttered while pushing himself into you, making you moan in both pleasure and pain.

“Oh f-fuck.” You cursed while looking down to see that Arthur was halfway in. “Are you okay sweetheart?” Asked Arthur while pressing his forehead against yours.

“Yes i’m okay, keep going please.” Arthur nodded and kept pushing into you until he was fully in.

“S-so tight.” Grunted Arthur while slowly thrusting in and out of you after letting you adjust to his size.

“Oh shit this feels so good.” You moaned while digging your nails into Arthur’s back. “Please go harder.” You begged while burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“As you wish.” Smirked Arthur while starting to fuck you harder. Your moans grew louder which each thrust, making Arthur almost come right there in the moment.

Arthur had a weak thing for your moans. your moans were like music to Arthur’s ears. He loved hearing them. Especially when he was the one that caused them, like right now.

“You are so beautiful my love. So gorgeous, so perfect.” Moaned Arthur while starting to kiss at your neck.

“Arthur i need you to fuck me harder. I need more, fuck!” You moaned while scratching at Arthur’s back.

“You want me to fuck you harder? Beg for it.” Arthur smirked while slowing his thrusts.

“Arthur please…” You whimpering while throwing your head back in frustration. “Come on sweetheart, i know you can do it.” Arthur encouraged you, wanting to see you beg for him.

“Please fuck me harder Arthur. I beg you. Please! I need more! I need your dick in me, fucking me like i’m some stupid girl. Please…” You begged while bucking your hips upwards, trying to get some pleasure from it.

“Now that is what i call begging.” Smirked Arthur before starting to pound into you.

“Oh yes! Fuck keep going! Don’t stop please!” You moaned while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Don’t worry, i won’t. Fuck you look so beautiful like this.” Arthur grunted before leaning down to kiss your breasts.

“Oh God i’m close.” You announced while bucking your hips upwards to meet Arthur’s thrusts.

“Don’t come yet sweetheart. I want you on top of me before you finish.” Arthur told you before taking one of your nipples in his mouth.

“W-what?” You asked, both confused and scared of what you just heard. “You can do it sweetheart. I know you can. Trust me.” Arthur smiled while pulling you into a passionate kiss.

“Arthur i don’t think i can be on top of you.” You whimpered while looking up at Arthur. “Why not?” Asked Arthur, slowing his thrusts.

“W-what if i’m too heavy…”

Arthur completely stilled his thrusts upon hearing your words. “Oh sweetheart…” Sighed Arthur while giving you a sympathetic look.

“You are not ‘too heavy’ for me. Hey look at me.” Arthur gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

“I mean it. Why don’t we…why don’t we try it out, if it’s get too uncomfortable, we can switch back. How does that sound to you?” Arthur asked while placing a kiss on your jawline.

“We could try that i guess.” You answered quietly. Arthur nodded and pulled you into a passionate kiss before rolling the two of you around, switching positions.

“Oh i don’t know about this Arthur.” You spoke nervously while trying to hide yourself.

“Hey don’t do that. Don’t hide yourself for me. You are beautiful and nothing is going to change that.” Arthur said while stroking your hips.

“I don’t know how to…i’ve never been on top of someone…” You spoke quietly.

Arthur’s lips curled up in a smile while nodding in understanding. “Can i help you? Is that okay?” He asked softly.

“yeah i think so.” You answered quietly. Arthur nodded and started to guide your hips down his cock, causing you to whimper while burying your face in the crook of Arthur’s neck.

“Come on sweetheart. You can do it.” Arthur smiled while helping you bounce up and down his cock.

“Oh shit.” You moaned while throwing your head back in pleasure. “Yes just like that. Keep going, you’re doing great.” Arthur smiled, wanting to encourage you as best as he could.

It would’ve been a lie if you said that the praise Arthur was giving you, didn’t turn you on, because you were getting wetter by every second.

“Oh yes just like that. Keep riding my cock. You’re doing amazing. Fuck i love you so much.” Arthur grunted while watching you ride him.

“I-i’m close Arthur.” You moaned while scratching at Arthur’s chest while bouncing up and down his aching dick.

“Oh fuck! Me too sweetheart, keep going. We can come together.” Arthur managed to say between heavy breaths and moans.

“I-i want you to come inside of me. I’m on birth control so it’s safe.” You moaned while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Okay princess.” Arthur managed to say while wrapping his arms around your hips, holding you down while he started to pound into your tight welcoming pussy.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming!” You announced while digging your nails into Arthur’s chest. “Me too, fuck!” Arthur moaned seconds before he spilled into you, filling you up with his cum.

The feeling of Arthur filling you up was enough to make you come as well. You started to clench around his length before releasing all over him, milking his cock.

Arthur helped you with riding out your high until your body went limp of exhaustion which caused you to fall on top of him. Arthur took this as a sign and immediately wrapped his arms around your body while kissing your shoulder in a way to comfort you.

“You did so good tonight.” He whispered proudly. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart, i really am.” Arthur smiled while playing with your hair.

“Thank you Arthur.” You sighed while burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“I hope i made you realize that there is no reason for you to be insecure about your body, because you are literally perfect in my eyes and i really hope you will be able to see it as well someday.” Arthur spoke while kissing your cheek.

“I love you Arthur Harrow.” You whispered before closing your eyes, suddenly feeling really sleepy.

“And i love you sweetheart.” Arthur smiled proudly before closing his eyes as well, ready to fall asleep with you in his arms.

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Desires | Doctor Arthur harrow x female!reader |

warnings: smut; p in v sex, reader being called pet names, slight make out, and fluffy ending.

a/n: first time writing for him!

As you left Arthur’s office, you kept thinking about him.. and even when you were in there with him, you needed him so bad.. you just quickly went back into his office to tell him something, “Hey, c-can you meet me at my place tonight?” You asked.. “Yeah, but is there something else you need to tell me?” he asked.. “Just meet me at my place.” You replied.

When you got to your house, you headed inside and waited for Arthur.. you then hear a knock at the door, so that must be him.

You got up and walked up to the door and opened it, “may I come in?” He asked, “Y-Yeah, come on in.” You replied.. Arthur went in and sat on the couch, you also did the same.. sitting next to him. "I just wanted to tell you that I.. I.. I've been having these sexual desires for you and I-" you got cut off by him kissing you, roughly.

You froze for a minute but slowly kissed back, with a more passionate kiss.. and you backed away quickly, "Can you please help me with them.. I really need you." You begged.

Arthur smirked, "Of course, sweetheart."

He went back in for another rough kiss, and sliding his hands under your shirt, grabbing your breast, massaging it.. which made you moan in his mouth.

You then deepened the kiss, making it more passionate, more rough.

He then backed away from the kiss, panting.. but he was tracing your curves..

"You wanna do this here or the bedroom?" Arthur asked, "Bedroom is this way." You said, leading him to the bedroom.. entering the room and closing the door behind you.

Arthur grabbed you and threw you onto the bed which made you yelp.. but first he took your clothes off, and he did so with his clothes too.

He lied on top of you, lining up at your entrance.. slamming himself into you which made you scream.

"you're so damn tight." He groaned out, starting to thrust in and out of you.

Tears filled your eyes, running down your face.. "Sweetheart? are you alright? We can stop if you want." Arthur said. "D-Don't stop please!" You begged, soon.. the pain turned into pleasure and Arthur sped up the pace really fast.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out, "Good.. cum for me.. cum for me darling.." he said in a dark tone.

You both cummed, Arthur's cum filling you.. spilling out of you.. which made you scream his name.

He pulled out and lied on top of you, he kissed your forehead. "Are you happy that your desires have been met?" He asked with a smile, you nodded 'yes' with a wide smile.

"Good."

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Scars & Tattoos | Arthur Harrow x Gn!Reader

a/n: This is really short, little over 500 words. I do hope people like it. Something about Arthur with his Tattoo and scars can be really comforting and soft. 

Warnings: Fluff, Shirtless, Scars, Mention of Blood, Some alluding to picking scabs, I think that’s it!

Characters: Arthur Harrow, Reader, Mentions of Ammit.

Arthur had been pacing, thinking. One of his hands preoccupied the top of the cane he held tightly. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing his tense forearm. Something had upset him you wanted to ask but knew Arthur would tell you that everything was fine. 

“Arthur, Honey. Please, come sit down?” He obeyed surprisingly. He sat next to you apologizing for his behavior yet not telling you what was wrong. He caressed the side of your face and reminded himself of your presence. Why you are there with him and that even if his plan to free Ammit failed you would still be there. He needed that reassurance, he just needed that closeness. You drew your attention to the tattoo on his forearm that was used to cast judgment on the souls Ammit considered evil. It was a sensitive spot for Arthur, he never truly knew why. It just was. You couldn’t stop staring at the tattoo on his arm that before you could process what was happening you were ghosting over Arthur’s tattoo with your index finger. Drawing out the shape of the crocodile heads, the chains, the plates. You loved the goosebumps that followed your finger. Arthur was infatuated that you could always find the things that brought him stress, anger, any other emotion tied to what he was feeling earlier. His eyes trailed to the tracing of his moving-tattoo, every movement you made. You redrew over the tattoo mending any spots or lines you missed, dotting the teeth. You looked back up at him searching for anything else that you could trace or map. You kissed his tattoo not breaking eye contact with him, already seeing something else you could trace. The scars he had, the path they made, you wanted him to know you loved all his insecurities, all his flaws. He let you, he eventually took off his shirt having more across his stomach they weren’t as noticeable but you were able to see them. You traced them. Arthur smiled, closing his eyes, trusting you. He wanted nothing more than to be in this moment, when you ran out of scars to trace you kissed his lips then his forehead.

“I love you.. My King.” you had felt like a servant for your king. A king so kind and fair. You would do what he asked to keep him calm. He sat up from laying down on the couch and kissed your lips, passionate but not rough. 

“Let me do the same, my goddess.” He begged, he wanted to share with you how you had made him feel. He knew where all your scars were, as you took off your shirt. He had seen the blood, the picking. You took off your shirt and sat in his lap, not in a sexual way. You just wanted to give him better access, he wrapped his arm which had the tattoo on it around your waist as the other hand traced the scars on your upper back. This was what you two craved, what you two needed to know from each other. That despite the insecurities, despite the faults, despite the mistakes you still loved each other.

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Synopsis: Long ago, Ammit was imprisoned in stone by the other gods for her ways of premature judgment of souls, ending in a surge of dead in the Duat whom had not yet reached their time. In today’s world, her new Avatar, Arthur Harrow, is searching for the scarab-compass that will lead to her tomb so that he may revive her. As the Avatar of Anubis, you are tasked by your god to find and locate it first, even if it means crossing the path of Khonshu’s Avatar Marc Spector-- an old enemy of yours who doesn’t seem quite himself...

Series Rating/Warnings: 18+ for graphic depictions of gore and violence, strong language, depictions of child abuse, frequent mention of death, corpses, bones, blood, and necromantic themes, graphic smut, angst, slow burn, pining, NSFW content

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