AMMIT X LITTLE!READER
ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚ CG!AMMIT HEADCANONS : 840 WRDS
<RATING: PG, FLUFF, AGERE, PROTECTIVE AMMIT>
A/N : Okay I know she’s supposed to be a big bad villain but her voice is so calming and I feel like she’d be an amazing mother/mama/CG pleaseeeeee don’t slander me for thissssss 😞
<SFW INTERACTION ONLY, MDNI/18+ ONLY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED>
FAVORTISM .
Whether or not you’re Ammit’s avatar, you’re the favorite when you’re regressed. She’ll let you sit on her lap and order people around. She makes sure you get everything you need. She treats you like royalty and makes sure neither you nor she have to move a muscle. As long as you’re little, Ammit will make you the most satisfied and happy kiddo ever.
“Do you need anything, my child?” she asks you kindly as her large claws pet you. You shake your head, resulting in the goddess gasping at you. “Are you sure? You could have anything you could ever want. Whatever you need, your mother is happy to get it for you,” she emphasizes with slightly widened eyes. Out of fear of making your mama upset, you let her know that maybe something to drink wouldn’t be too bad. Before you know it, she’s got servants asking what you’d like to drink, what you want it in, all of it.
Oh, and if you have any preferences or allergies that her servants forget about, you better bet they’ll get a hot scolding from Ammit.
MY CHILD .
When you first started to regress in front of Ammit and inform her about it, she was confused. Not confused in a negative way, but confused as well as concerned that she might mess things up. However, when you started to call her mama and mommy, she decided you needed a name too!
Most of the time she’ll call you “my child” or something to that extent. When she’s feeling more affectionate or you’re feeling down, she’ll call you her hatching or her little god/goddess. She still uses your name every so often when you’re regressed, but that’s only if she’s being serious or strict with you. Even then, it’s rare for her to do so. If you decide to act “bratty” around her, she’ll just coo and praise you until you calm down.
“Is something wrong, my hatchling? You are not yourself today,” she questions before pressing a gently kiss to your forehead. You cross your arms and huff in defiance. Ammit smiles slightly, a few crooked teeth poking out from her lips. “You have no need to be so upset around me. If something is bothering you, you can always tell me. I am your mother. I will be here for you,” she coos as she pulls you into a tight hug. Her embrace is so comforting and safe that you can’t help but give up the pout and melt in her arms.
RULES & REGULATIONS .
Rules? Ammit doesn’t have rules for you. She makes sure that you’re always around her or in her line of sight when you’re little. But she does have rules with fine print for others who want to be around you when you’re regressed. They can’t be too loud, they can’t be too quiet, they can’t touch you, and they can’t really do anything besides ask you very basic questions and speak to you softly.
“Mama, why do all the servants act the same?” you ask her one day as she’s helping you get cleaned up after running around. She hums in thought before being completely honest with you. “You see my child; they must follow very strict rules. I cannot have you getting upset over some mere, dense mortal’s mistake. That would be distasteful on their part and humiliating on mine. I want you to be as happy as possible,” she explains while washing your back. You nod your head in understanding, and knowing the “mere mortal” thing is never about you.
NATURAL HABITS.
You’ve yet to mention it, but you find it very silly in a way that Ammit will mimic crocodile-like behaviors when you’re small. She might’ve caught herself once or twice, but it’s in her nature. She doesn’t mind that the actions will slip from her mind before she can stop and think about them. She’ll usually carry you on her head and let you sit there like you’re the most valuable crown she could ever get her claws on. She thinks you’re far more valuable than any material item, though.
You hold on to the goddess’s head, the texture of her scales causing friction against your palms and giving you a good grip on her skin. Ammit chuckles softly when she feels you wriggling and grabbing at her. “Are you going to be alright up there, my child? I can take you down at once. All you have to do is say the word,” she reminds you as she aimlessly wanders around her throne room. She’s got no good reason to be walking around like this besides letting you sit on her head. You shake your head no before Ammit lets out a huff. “I need you to use your words. I cannot see you when you’re on top of me,” she reminds you. “I said no. I want to be up here. I like it,” you tell her while smiling and pressing yourself against her. She smiles in return and hums in acknowledgment.