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Arthur Harrow x Amnesia Reader Wife

Fandom: Moon Knight Rating: Teen Summary: You wake up with Amnesia to find your doting husband Arthur Harrow by your bedside. Tags: Amnesia, hospital, sweet love, memory loss, husband and wife. Written for @nicktremblaywayfu AN: Look, I wrote something sweet and gentle for once 8')

You woke up to the beeping of machinery. Eyes blinked open to a white chamber. You couldn’t remember your room being this bright. Then again, you couldn’t remember much of anything.

“Finally,” a male voice sounded, near to you, and you did your best to turn your head – which seemed hard. It felt as if you’d bumped it and moving it made you all dizzy. Your neck felt stiff, as did your spine. But you managed. “You’re awake.”

Your eyes found the shape of a man, only several feet away from the side of your bed. When he saw your eyes had opened and were lain upon him, he took a careful step closer. The corner of his lips trembled as if emotions pulled at the smile he held. Why? You should have wondered. Why did he seem so shaken by seeing you awake?

But instead, you were in awe at the sight of him. This man, with his pristine suit and his bright eyes that seemed to bore into you. This man whose hair framed his face like some kind of renaissance painting. He enraptured you. “Do I know you?” you managed to bring out, happy to even find the right words.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but it was gone before you could fully notice it. You studied his clothes. They weren’t like those you could remember of your peers. Your friends wore comfy clothes, or stylish brand clothes if they had the money to. But this man, he looked older than your friends. And his hair, which reached his shoulders, was longer than you recalled to be fashionable.

“You’re weird,” you concluded out loud. And you saw how the man’s eyes crinkled, how a spark of delight shone within them as he halted next to your bed and carefully placed a hand on top of the covers. He leaned over you, not too close but not far away, making it easier for you to study his features. By God, he was… “Beautiful,” you whispered, finishing your sentence out loud.

The man’s smile became even broader. It seemed as if it was hard for him to school his expression. Either that, or he didn’t want to.

“I think you’re confused, sweetheart. You are the beautiful one here,” the man said, his voice low and gentle. You thought you liked the sound of it. It sent a tingle right down your tummy and between your legs. Yes, you definitely liked this man.

Carefully, you reached out a hand. It worked. Your fingers moved, until you brushed a knuckle against his cheek. He felt soft and familiar. “You’re cute,” you murmured. It was as if there was no filter to your words. Anything that came up in your brain came gushing out.

The man smiled again, but he let you study him without interfering. Your fingertips traced the shake of his chin, down to his neck. Your thumb brushed past his lips. Kissable, you thought. And then, when you looked up at his eyes, you saw such passion within them. Emotions running deep. Love, you wondered. Could it be love?

“You’re really cute,” you said while your fingers traced the outline of his face before your hand fell down again. Why was it this hard to think or to remember anything? You had trouble remembering what had happened that brought you into the hospital like this. It must have been something bad, you assumed, for why else would you be this confused?

Amnesia, the doctor had told you. You’d remember again, soon. But for now, everything was hazy.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” the man in front of you said, eyes glinting with mischief and mirth. You were curious to hear what his secret would be, and you wished you could lean in closer. But your neck was stiff, so you remained as you were and just gazed up at him.

The strange man leaned over you, his hair falling down his face like a curtain. But you could still see his emotions as he lowered himself down upon you. His lips sought out yours, brushing past them in a not-so-chaste kiss. His eyes closed and his long lashes fell against his cheeks while he deepened the kiss.

It felt good. Heavenly even. But still, this man was a stranger to you. Your eyes had flown open wide and you gaped at him as he broke the kiss, lips parted wide. You could not believe that this had happened to you. The cute guy had kissed you? “You kissed me?” you cried out, not believing what had just occurred. The man grinned down at you and nodded, then dove in to kiss you again.

This time, the kiss was slower, gentler. You felt his tongue brush past your lips, then slip in between until it brushed against yours. The taste of him was familiar and nice. You wished you could have more of him, taste more. He ignited a hunger you hadn’t known you could possess.

You wished you could bring your hands up and around his neck, and pull him even closer. You wished you could make it so that he could not turn away and then you never would let him go.

But as he broke the kiss and you whimpered sadly, you felt a pang of regret deep within your chest. You wanted to hold him close, but now the kiss was done. And he still hadn’t told you his secret yet.

“So, what was it?” you slurred. You sounded like you were drunk. Must be the medicine, you thought. Or the hit on your head – or whatever had happened to you.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. One of gentle joy. “Just that your cute and beautiful husband has missed you,” he whispered, and it felt as if your heart was ready to pound out of its cage. Because did that man just say husband? Him? Your husband?

You gaped at him, gasped, and then looked some more, before he, smiling, leaned in again and captured your lips in another kiss. You wished you could deepen it and kissed him back with all you had.

The sweet kiss ended way too soon to your liking. And the man leaned back and smiled down at you. Pure mirth was in his eyes while he traced his thumb past your forehead. It was a caress of skillful hands. And it felt homely and comforting. Familiar as well.

You gazed up at him and smiled. “My husband?” you whispered, not quite sure if you fully understood what he had just said. Was this another dream?

But then he confirmed it with a nod and a soft growled ‘yes’. “You got hurt, sweetheart. I know you forgot what happened to you. But some evil man has hit your head.”

You blinked at him. “He hit my head?” Why would anyone do that?

The man hummed. “Deliberately.” Why would anyone do that to you? You had never made any enemies, or had you?

“Why?” you asked innocently. “And what’s your name, husband? Or should I keep calling you husband?”

The man chuckled and shook his head, brown and grey hairs tangling as if the motion made them dance. “No matter how much I like it when you call me your husband, I will refresh your mind. Does the name Arthur ring any bells?”

“Arthur?” you murmured, tasting the name on your tongue. It felt familiar, so it must be a name you had said many times before.

“Yes, Mrs. Harrow. Well done,” he praised you, and you felt your cheeks burn a healthy red color.

But then Arthur’s face fell again when he remembered the other question you had just asked. “That man,” he started, his smile now entirely gone. It was as if he had lost himself in thought – or memory – for he glanced away from you. You saw how he pressed his fingertips against each other, a pensive gesture, while his tongue pressed against his lower teeth. He was thinking. Whatever he was going to say befell him hard.

“That man,” he said, more firmly now. His lucid blue eyes darted back to your face and you could see the emotions swirl within them. “He was after me. You got hurt because he knew how much you meant to me.”

You grew quiet. A silent ‘o’ formed on your lips as you tried to digest that information.

Then you looked up again. You felt little, small. And you saw by the way his eyes softened when he met yours that he understood how you felt. It was as if he could read your mind, you thought. But could he read that too? Or that? Or -?

“Do you have many enemies?” you carefully asked. Your hand slipped out of the blankets again and your fingers twitched. You could not read him, but the gesture had been clear enough. Arthur, your Arthur, reached out to take your hand in his own and gently squeezed your palm as a sign of comfort. It worked. You started to feel calm again. Calm, warm, and not as little as you had before.

“Sweetheart,” the pet name came out as a breathless whisper, but you had heard it nonetheless. “If I had known the danger you’d be in, I’d never had taken the risk of bringing you along.”

A sudden flash of sand was before your eyes. It was short, and lasted only a second or two, but it was enough for you to have seen it. A memory, you knew. High sand hills, not dunes like the ones you’d seen before. These were higher. The sand was like gold. The sun upon you hot and humid.

A man and a woman stood in front of you. Their clothes were like costumes, not the daily wear you’d expect people to wear. The man was in a white suit that encased him fully. The woman with her black curly hair had wings like a scarab. She looked at you with pure concentration, but her arms were being raised as if she were a predator ready to pounce.

And then the memory was gone again.

“Are you all right, love?” Arthur was looking worriedly at you. His right hand was behind your head, his left on your collarbone, the pressure light. He was studying you with such intensity that you felt you had to apologize. “Yes,” you said, forcing a small smile. “Yes, Arthur, I am all right.”

A spark of doubt appeared in his eyes, but when your smile didn’t waver, you saw that he started to relax again. His own smile returned, ever so wide, while he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his chin press on your shoulder and felt his hot breath on your neck before he placed a delicate kiss there. His arms squeezed you slightly as if he was afraid to let go.

“You are the light of my life,” you heard him whisper. “My own sun. My moonbeam. A little goddess in her own right. The only one I could not bear to lose.”

Another memory flashed before your eyes. Of Arthur standing tall, cane in his hand, on the tall sand dunes. An angry expression on his face. Agony, you thought. Sadness, hatred, and agony. The ugly sight of pain. And that same man in the white suit emerged and raised a sword to strike him down. Your husband had made enemies all right. But just before the image faded you saw Arthur spin around and block the sword that swung at him. His retaliation was swift, the hit hard. Blood spurted, and sprayed like a fountain. He had hit his mark with the expertise of a trained and skillful killer.

You blinked and the memory was gone again. In its stead, there was only the feeling of Arthur’s strong arms around you, holding you lovingly and with care. And as he embraced you, the warmth of his arms comfortingly around your frame, you could hear him whisper softly in your ear.

“I love you. One day, you will remember how much."

He just didn't know yet that without having all your memories, there was one thing you could never forget. And that was how much you loved him in turn.

~*~ AN: I know the prompt you send me was slightly different, but this came out and I decided to post it as well. The Dr. Harrow one will be online somewhere soon as well ;D And I am working on another little Harrow x Reader treat that er.. might take a bit longer. Anyway, hope you enjoyed <3 As always, not beta read. Will fix mistakes later on.

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