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jokeringcutio · 2 years ago

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Okay but hear me, i've always think of this scenario :

So after Jake shot Arthur, he didn't die but Ammit did. She basically disappeared and gone while her avatar surived. HOWEVER, since she was actually a creature that was created rather than born, there's a way to ressurect her 👀. So this is what happen; let's just say you were once an avatar of a god that either has been ushabtied or no longer need your help anymore. One day, Maat heard the news of Ammit's death and pitied her (Ammit was Maat's servant and both are very close to each other.) So she gave you a quest to ressurect her, in reward of life you always dream of. Creating Ammit needed 4 ingredients, acacia petals, nile water, black sand, and the heat of desert. Long short story you've gathered all the ingredients, mixing it in a heat of the desert. You read the coptic chant, succesfully ressurecting her. Of course her first choice of Avatar was you, no doubt. Maat hid her from the enneads, but didn't hide her from humanity. It shouldn't be a problem since enneads can make themself invisible but this Harrow guy, who could sense a presence of a god and an avatar, definitely knew it. You didn't know who he is, but he has gathered bunch of information including the fact who are you and what goddess have you been resurected. Now it's up to you whether you keep hiding your goddess from her previous avatar preventing him judging the world or threw all away your brain cells for a hot white man with soul-piercing blue eyes and soothing sexy voice AVSHAHKSJSJ (this is a scenario i'd like to turn into chaptered fic but i wanna see how you make it your own version 😳💖💖)

I mean YESSSSHHH. (And do it. Write that multichapter fic). Gosh, I am perhaps a bit too tired right now, but I just wanted to reply to this because absolutely.

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“Arthur,” your voice cracked, throat drier than it used to be. Like ancient parchment – like if you were a mummy yourself. “Arthur Harrow.”

The man you addressed raised a brow, clearly surprised that you knew him by name. “So you do know who I am?” he said, voice low and like silk.

You pressed your lips into a thin line. Of course you knew who he was. This man who had sought you out at your work place. This man who kept prodding and poking, desperately fishing for information that would betray who you were and what you had done.

Ammit. When you closed your eyes you could still feel her deep within you. Her crocodile tail swarmed through your chest. A low rumble threatened to erupt from the depths of your soul, a sound that should only be heard coming from the waters of the Nile.

He had known so much about you – more specifically about the goddess you had revived. So much, that you’d sought out his identity all on your own. The way he kept returning to you, like you were magnets that could not be apart for long. And you’d felt charmed by that. Because this was Arthur, a man whose looks made your cheeks flush warm and whose voice made your heart beat faster. His knowledge made you thirst for him, his careful walk made your knees turn to jelly.

It had been unfair then, to find out that he had been Ammit’s former avatar. The man who had been killed. Nearly. And who, like the goddess herself, had been brought back to life for there were people who could not live without him still. Mister Harrow had purpose – even if he seemed to have lost it himself. But the gods knew. It was why he had been Konshu’s avatar before being Ammit’s.

A man who had stood on his own against the gods. So powerful, so strong, so obedient and loyal.

His death had been unjust.

You bit your lip and glanced away. The heat had crept up higher, all the way from your toes to the top of your head. Your whole body was alit with desire – the kind you had to ignore.

He wasn’t for you. He was the god’s plaything.

He belonged to Ammit.

“You keep returning,” you started, eyes still averted so you would not have to look at his face. You knew the expression you would see there; sweet-eyed, puppy-eyed. Hopeful. “And you always ask me the same questions.”

He was short to answer, stepping closer to you with a careful tread. Though there was no more glass in his shoes, he had to be careful with how he walked. Somehow the revival had transported the damage to his chest to his feet; a permanent reminder of the suffering he had sustained on a daily basis for his goddess. “And you just need to answer them,” he said, voice like silk. Like he wasn’t the smooth manipulator that history had proved him to be.

Oh, how you longed for his strong hands – that reached out for you – to hold you in an embrace. You had made the error of looking up as he spoke, and now were watching him as he approached. His attire was casual. A cream-colored jacket over a wine-red blouse. Red pants. Brown shoes. Pepper-and-salt grey hair curling at the height of his shoulders. Concern was edged deep on his face, his forehead adorned in wrinkles. His blue eyes were upon, translucid and full of sadness and longing.

You knew why. It was why you had wanted to avoid seeing the look that lay within them.

He loved her. He missed her. And he saw her in you.

Ammit.

Again. That bitch.

“And I told you before, Mister Harrow. I have nothing of what you want. Not on me,” and not in me, you wanted to say. But you bit back the words, forcing yourself to calm your breathing. “That’s why I need to know,” you turned to face him. “Why can’t you let go?”

The man’s lips parted, his tongue peeking out between white rows of teeth. No wonder she had chosen him, you thought. No wonder, with all the beauty and sharpness and edges he had to him. A deity in the human flesh.

He did not need a moment to think about his answer, stepping up close, towering over your smaller frame. His blue eyes boring down into yours while they swirled with emotions. Passion.

“Because I worship her.”

Okay, so a few things for this:

Yeah, you’re definitely skilled at bringing ancient deities back.

When Maat asks this of you, you don’t even hesitate. You’re straight on it.

Ammit makes you her avatar, but it’s only for the short ride. You want to head home and you have better things to do. She knows this. So you make a pact, and you will help her find someone better.

Once you’re home, you start your search.

When Arthur shows up, he instantly captures your heart. But hey! What started as a seemingly impossible crush feels even more impossible once you find out that he was Ammit’s last avatar.

You discover that he did not quite survive. The ancient gods brought him back in a way.

The more you read and hear about him, the more you’re in awe. This man singlehandedly fought avatars, fought gods. He had so many skills. No wonder that he was chosen not once, but twice! And he is loyal. Darn he is.

You slowly grow angry at Ammit for being revered by this handsome man. It somehow feels like she’s standing in your way.

Now that you’re convinced Arthur can feel Ammit’s presence upon you, you try and avoid him. But darn, he keeps popping up.

Luckily you and Ammit find a new avatar. Someone stronger and more suitable than you – which.. you know, is a bit offensive actually to hear. But you get it. It was your wish.

Then you have the realization that Arthur Harrow probably would want to sleep with you if you were Ammit’s avatar. You have the fleeting fancy to somehow take that new possible avatar out of the equation and keep Ammit’s powers to yourself. You know Harrow would want you if you embodied the goddess one way or another.

But you let it go. You’re not a killer. It is why you don’t want to remain Ammit’s avatar. It’s why you didn’t remain the avatar of the god before that. And so Ammit leaves you.

You’re normal again.

When Harrow visits you, you know he has noticed. Yet, he still steps closer to you.

You’re afraid he will be angry that she is gone. But he only appears to be sad that the goddess is no longer using you, and hasn’t left you for him.

He still embraces you.

He still murmurs sweet nothings in your ear.

He still worships you.

And he still sleeps with you.

Bonus:

When the deity you’d been an avatar seems to have left you special powers. You just don’t tell other people that. But Harrow finds out – either by accident during some domestic task or during you know – the rumpy pumpy. 👀

Arthur is a little lost without his powers. You feel really proud when one day to another, he suddenly is confident again.

Then you find out Ammit has gifted him with powers. Despite not being her avatar, he has been reinstated as some kind of leading figure for her worshippers. The man who conquered death.

You’re angry because; damn that bitch. Now he’s all back into the religion again and that means his life is in danger once more!

He doesn’t stop worshipping you though, making sure that every opportunity he has, he reminds you of this.

And his powers make for an interesting bed fellow as well *nudge nudge wink wink*

Despite the – jealousy * cough* - dislike you hold for Ammit at the start of things, you do have a thing for crocodiles. If you could, you’d have one as a pet. One of those smaller ones from the Nile. And these crocs would be very loyal to you, behave more like dogs than crocs. You’d be some kind of croc god (not like Ammit though, but imagine how you could tease her with it “Your little cousin says hi Ammit!” *holds up a tiny crocodile who guffaws croc way * .

Same with cats.

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