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betyloca · 27 days
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Imagine: being the reincarnation of a priestess of Khonshu, being Marc's younger sister and that he always keeps you away from the god.
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Marc: Don't go near her, I don't want you near her.
Khonshu: Do you think you will always be by his side?
Marc: Yes.
Y/N: Marc, who are you talking to?
Marc: *turning to see you* with no one
Y/n: but I saw you talk
Marc: I didn't talk to anyone, we didn't have to go to the museum today.
Y/n: yes you are right let's go
As they walked, you noticed the shadow of a man with the head of a crow. When you turned around you didn't see anything
Khonshu: You can't take care of her forever, not when she sleeps.
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endofthelinegang · 2 years
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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐲
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ marc spector x fem! reader, steven grant x fem! reader, khonshu x fem! reader (sort of??)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ what happens when khonshu wishes to meet you for the first time without ever being brought up before
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my usual bullshit and sex jokes
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ NO ONE BETTER FUCKING YELL AT ME FOR THIS I SWEAR TO GOD (2.3k words)
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“I need to have a discussion with the two of you.” Khonshu’s voice spread wide and echoed off the walls of the flat. 
“Oh yeah? Go ahead but make it quick Y/n’s coming over for dinner.” Marc looked over to the god before moving around the silverware on the table trying to decide whether it went fork-knife or knife-fork. 
“Move the mirror over here Marc, this is of the utmost importance.” The god spoke again, not moving from his place next to one of the chairs. 
With a shake of his head he walked over to the other side of the room pulling out a full length mirror and carried it back over to the table leaning against the back of a living room chair so it would face the kitchen and dining room space. 
“Speak fast Khonshu, you’ve got about ten minutes.” Marc sat in a chair in front of the mirror as he set a timer on his phone, “Steven buddy cmon out.” His reflection changed to his hair being parted to the side rather than slicked back indicating Steven was there. 
“I want to show myself to Y/n.” Both men, though fully incompetent now of moving on their own turned their heads quickly at Khonshu’s remark. 
“Woah woah woah. First of all never say it like that,” Steven immediately looked confused, “and second what?” Marc was the first to speak before Steven chimed in. 
“I mean no disrespect to you Khonshu, but this is already strange enough for her and it took her awhile to get used to this. I’m so sure if seeing a giant mummified body with a bird skull is a good next step.” Marc nodded along with Steven agreeing with him even pointing at him once he was done. 
“She is important to both of you, you use the power I grant the two of you to primarily protect her whether she is in danger or not. Therefore, she and I should meet.” Khonshu stated his case as Marc shook his head and Steven nodded along. 
“Well she did say that after the events of the snap nothing would shock her anymore. I suppose you do play a big role in our lives.” Marc looked over at Steven like he had just said one of the craziest sentences he had ever heard. 
“Even the fool agrees with me Marc.” Though Khonshu called him a fool, Steven didn’t change his response. In fact he thought for a second that if you and Khonshu got to know one another you would prevent him from being called a fool or an idiot. 
“How about this, when she comes over I will try my best to bring you up and explain that whole situation. If she’s game then you can, if she’s scared shitless then absolutely not.” Marc did not wanna agree to this by any means, but now even Steven was siding with the god and it was two against one. So making a bargain seemed like the best idea at the time. 
“I accept your offer. Maybe let Steven do the explanation, he is the more knowledgeable subject.” With that being said Khonshu disappeared allowing Steven and Marc to talk amongst themselves. 
“Did he just call me stupid?” Marc was offended by the god’s parting remarks as he sat there looking in the mirror. 
“In his own way yeah.” Steven spoke sympathetically towards his other half as he nodded a bit. 
“What an asshole, anyway if she isn’t getting what I’m saying then I’ll let you take the reins.” Steven nodded in agreement as Marc rose from his seat to take the mirror and move it back to its original place against the wall as his phone timer started beeping. 
About midway through dinner, Marc noticed a shadow appearing in the corner of his eye, specifically a beak peeking from behind the curtain. 
“What?” You turned your head to look a little, since Marc’s story had slowed down and then stopped as he turned his head completely. 
“Huh god I don’t even know where to start.” Marc shook his head but looked back towards you encouraging you to look at him rather than at the window assuming that Khonshu may decide to disregard his earlier statement and just appear to you. 
“You got a stalker or something?” Lightening Marc’s somewhat seemingly upset expression you sipped your drink again and just looked at him a little lost. 
“Worse, so much worse.” He spoke in the same energy you had just given as Khonshu moved from behind the curtain over to the table slowly. 
“Do not call me worse.” Khonshu scolded him as he now stood directly behind him. 
“What has Steven taught you about egyptology?” Marc decided that the best way to bring up this conversation was to start with what you already may know. 
“A ton, anything in particular you’re looking for?” You assumed that Steven had explained something to him in a way that he didn’t understand. 
“Yeah uh who’s the god of the moon?” Easy enough question based on the fact that Steven was a knowledge bank and for some reason you let him ramble on, get excited, and tell you everything about everything. Plus the one that would lead into the conversation. 
“Thoth,  He was also the patron of science, literature, wisdom, and invention.” You answered based on what you remembered Steven reading you in one of his books. 
“WHAT? THAT WORM DID NOT TEACH HER THAT. BRING HIM TO ME NOW!” Khonshu was now yelling in Marc’s ear making Marc flinch. 
“Okay okay, have you heard of Khonshu?” Marc internally hoped that Steven hadn’t made a complete and total blunder of what you thought. 
“Are we still talking about gods? That sounds like a shoe brand.” Marc closed his eyes and sighed knowing that was not going to go over well. 
“DID SHE JUST SAY I WAS FOOTWEAR?” Still screaming right behind him you just looked flat out confused. 
“I think Steven wants to come out and talk to you about this.” Marc knew he had just dug a hole that he was not going to escape from and knew that maybe Steven had a way to remedy this situation. 
“About what? Marc, what is going on?” You didn’t even get a response as his body convulsed slightly. Rolling your eyes you took a large drink from your cup. 
“Hello love, how are you tonight?” Steven reached his hand across the table to squeeze the one of yours that was not holding the cup. 
“I’m really confused, how are you?” You squeezed his hand back smiling at his affection and his sweet greeting. 
“I’m quite good, thank you.” He gave you a smile just staring at you. He was all in his head about how beautiful you looked and how cold your hand felt in his. 
“On with it.” Khonshu’s voice made him jump back a bit as he was quickly reminded of what he was there to do. 
“Right uh, so Khonshu he is the god of the moon, protector of night travelers and bringer of vengeance in egyptology.” Steven spoke quickly and rose from his seat and grabbed one of the books off of the messy shelves. 
“Here let me show you.” He walked over to your side of the table and crouched down next to you. One to get away from Khonshu and two to show you a picture of the god. 
“Awe, it's a little bird man.” You tipped your head as Steven turned the book so you could get a better look at the picture. 
“LITTLE? I AM BIGGER THAN HER. I AM BIGGER THAN YOU.” Once again Khonshu was slamming his staff on the ground and yelling. 
“Ac-actually he was quite large.” Steven piped up, not sure which option was better, making Khonshu happy or accidentally upsetting you. 
“How do we know that for sure? He could’ve been literally the same size as he is on this paper.” You joked with Steven laughing, letting him know that even though you were questioning him you didn’t mean anything by it and you weren’t angry with him at all. 
“I-” Before Steven could even speak again Khonshu started screaming again, “I WILL SHOW HER MY SIZE. I TOWER ALL OF YOU!”
“Angel, uhm.” You looked at Steven worried, not sure what was going on as he flinched and he was breathing in a panic. 
“Stevie, what’s wrong? What is going on? What is all this about?” You turned your whole body to face him, putting a hand on his cheek gently, petting his face with your thumb. 
“He’s real and he’s right there and he keeps screaming at me and he’s attached to Marc and I because Marc made a deal to be his avatar because Marc was dying and being a stupid buggar.” Steven sounded like he could cry at the stress that was currently happening. 
“Sweetheart, let’s go to bed okay? Let’s go lay down.” Genuine concern was written all over your face because you looked over to where he pointed and saw nothing. And though Marc had brought up almost dying and being saved he didn’t say anything like that. You continued to show Steven affection, now taking your other hand to find one of his and hold it in yours. Rubbing his cheek with your thumb some more.
Did you just call me a stupid buggar? Why is everyone calling me stupid tonight? Steven could hear Marc’s voice in his head, clearly annoyed. 
“Hey Steven, right here babe.” You knew Marc was talking to him, probably offended by what he had said or was also just as confused as you were. 
“Ask the question idiot.” Khonshu requested from the other side of the table. 
“If-if Khonshu revealed himself,” 
WOULD EVERYONE STOP SAYING IT LIKE THAT. 
“Marc shut it, anyway, if Khonshu was right there and appeared would that scare or upset you.” Steven was giving you a fake smile trying to get things sorted out. 
“Uhm, no? I guess not. Steven, I really think we should go lay down.” You offered up going to bed again as you looked at your disheveled, distressed boyfriend. 
As you started to rise gently helping Steven stand a voice startled you, 
“SEE I AM TALL!” Immediately you turned to look and there stood a bird skull sort of attached to a human body that was mummified. 
“How much alcohol was in this cup? Did Marc put drugs in here?” You picked up your glass as Steven basically hid behind you. 
And now I am putting drugs in people’s drinks. Great.
A frustrated Marc spoke to Steven as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a protective fashion. Not that Khonshu would hurt you, but he wasn’t happy and you thought something had to be horribly wrong. 
“N-no darling, he’s very much real.” Steven reassured you, if you would even call it that considering your options were being way too drunk or that there was an angry god standing before you. 
“No wonder Marc acts so weird sometimes.” You leaned back a bit and whispered to Steven, somewhat forgetting that Marc can hear everything you say. 
I ACT WEIRD? WHEN DO I ACT WEIRD?
“Hi there Khonshu, I’m Y/n.” You took a deep breath before speaking, leaning forward a bit to get back into your original stance. 
“Apologize and we can be confidantes.” Khonshu tipped his beak to the side, his eye holes facing the ceiling. 
“Oh, did I hurt your feelings?” It was a genuine question. 
“You did not hurt my feelings.” Khonshu immediately looked back at you. 
“Then why should I apologize?” You could feel Steven getting tense behind you. 
“Because I am a god and that was not nice.” Khonshu spoke back to you. 
“So I did hurt your feelings.” You gave the god a little smirk. 
“YOU DID NOT.” Khonshu yelled back at you slamming his staff into the floor beside his feet. 
“Woah calm down birdy, I’m sorry okay.” You put both of your hands up in defense. 
“I suppose you are forgiven, you are very important to my avatar and in that regard are important to me. So, I saw it fit that we meet and begin to build a bond.” 
“Did he just say build a bond?” Steven whispered to himself. 
Did he just let her call him birdy? Marc responded. 
“Relax boys,” you directed your comment towards Marc and Steven, “Yes, that makes sense, we can do that.” Even though you were standing in front of a giant god you felt like worse had happened you had heard and seen weirder. Plus if he was hanging out with the body you consistently were around it was good to know what was protecting them or possibly getting them killed. 
“Glad to hear we’re in agreement, we will converse more often, as for tonight I require Marc's assistance but he should be home before the early hours of the morning.” 
Did he just give a curfew? 
“That would be lovely, then I can spend some time with you and get some rest before work.” Steven gleamed at the arrangement that was just made squeezing you and audibly kissing your cheek. 
What the fuck. 
“Yes, now give Marc the body. The quicker we move the less time we will take.” Khonshu gave instructions. 
Steven kissed you saying see you later as Marc appeared as the presenting person in the body. 
“Well, sorry dinner got weird, but uh I will see you tomorrow.” Marc spun you around putting his hands around your waist, dipping down, and kissing you. 
“It’s okay, I love you, be safe.” You whispered to Marc as he let you go. 
“I love you too babe.” He smacked your ass lightly as you walked away from him. “Dude what the hell was that?” He spoke to Khonshu as he conjured the suit. 
“I met her.” Khonshu spoke as they headed out the window rather than the door. 
“You let her call you birdy.” As Marc landed he continued his conversation. 
“It was a term of endearment. She was being pleasant.” Khonshu walked alongside him.
“Oh my god.” Marc knew this was a mistake, he knew it from the moment it was brought up. What in the world was this going to turn into…
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Imagine Khonshu trying to convince you to be his avatar…
Turning around, you didn’t expect to see the Egyptian god in your apartment, still towering over you.
“I need your help.” He said.
Brows raised instantly. Had you heard that correctly? Khonshu needed your help after the last conversation?
“I choose you to be my avatar.” He declared, voice booming so loudly that it rattled the walls.
You folded your arms and squinted at the deity. “You do remember that I declined this offer the first time around, right?” You wondered.
Khonshu said nothing. His pride was getting in the way of admitting the truth so you ignored his silence.
“If I declined once, I’m going to decline again. Besides, where the hell is Marc anyway? Shouldn’t you be pestering him…?” That’s when it dawned on you. “Unless you can’t.”
Khonshu made no movement. He was terrifyingly still. If you didn’t know he was a speaking deity, you could have confused him for a misplaced statue.
“What have you done?” You asked.
Still unmoving, his voice responded. “Nothing.”
You called bullshit and pointed right at the creature. “Is he dead?”
“Not yet, but the longer you delay will deal his fate.” Khonshu replied.
Somehow, the all powerful god managed to spin this into being dependent on your answer to his question. “How is this on me? You were supposed to protect him.”
“I’ve been imprisoned in stone. How could I have protected anything?”
You scoffed. “Always the victim aren’t you?”
Khonshu straightened up. He didn’t take accusations and insults lightly.
“Need I remind you that you’re in the presence of a god?” He asked proudly, voice rattling the walls again but to rouse fear.
Rolling your eyes, you walked past Khonshu as if he were a mere mortal.
“You’re basically a whisper lost in the wind without an avatar.” Picking up a jacket, you dressed in the garment and sighed. “I’m going to find Marc and Steven.”
When you turned around, Khonshu appeared before you. “Marc is in Egypt. You can only get there in time as my avatar.”
Tilting your head, you squinted back. Khonshu was clearly getting more desperate by the minute.
“…no.” You answered and pulled out your phone. “I have friends in heroic places and what’s even better is that they owe me a few favours.”
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multific · 1 year
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The Moon to Whom You Belong to
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Khonshu x Reader
Summary: Harrow's hatred towards Khonshu was clear, but to hurt you in order to anger the God was a low blow. 
You saw him everywhere you went.
He stood on top of buildings, watching you.
He knew what he was doing. He was annoying you.
But you were mad at him.
Who could have possibly thought that dating an ancient Egyptian God would be a bad idea?
Not you. Khonsu was truly magical and even if his last avatar, Arthur, didn't see that, in your eyes, Khonshu never changed.
Arthur hated Khonshu and despised him to the point where he wanted to bring Amit back just to get revenge.
Arthur knew you, he often saw you with Khonshu he knew what you meant to the God. And knowing this, Khonshu was afraid Harrow is going to use you to get back on him. 
So, his only logical solution to this problem was to do everything in his power to lock you away. 
He found a new avatar, Marc Spector, but you were not allowed to meet him. Khonshu explained to you just how broken Marc was, but never gave you a real reason why he kept you locked in your home. 
Of course, you knew it had to do with Arthur and his plan of revenge. Arthur was an easy man to read, and you also overheard many times whenever he was talking to himself about how much he hated Khonshu amongst other things.
So, when you told Khonshu that you didn't need to be locked in a dark place just until Harrow is dead, the God took offence. 
He wanted nothing but to protect you, and you knew that, but this was too much.
You decided to go to work, as usual, and carry out your daily things as usual. 
And so, Khonshu followed you, every day he watched you, making sure no one would hurt you. 
Every time you sat on the bus, as you looked out the window, you saw him, standing there, standing or sitting on buildings. 
Just how possessive this bird truly was?
If it was up to him, he would have you in a palace, he often talked about how you need to be treated as a Queen, he would have you wrapped in silks, fed to your liking with no questions asked. He would have you sit on a throne, much like a pharaoh, but he would make sure everyone knew you were more important than anyone else.
And you loved him, you loved even his overprotective and possessive nature. You loved him because he made you feel like no one else ever, he made you feel important, loved and cared for even if he couldn't kiss you, his body language and soft touches proved it all.
You always tried to pay attention, you knew Arthur had many followers. And you were sure you have seen many of them without even knowing.
They could be everywhere, the lady in the store, the new coworker at work, an old coworker at work. Anywhere and anyone could be a follower.
But he didn't have to be so controlling about it. He could have just told you not to go out or just talked with you instead of breaking your door and getting it stuck. He could have sat down and told you to stay safe, you would have called in sick for work. But because of the way he behaved, you behaved just as well.
And here you were now, in the bus stop, waiting while he was watching you from across the street.
"Go home." he would say. But you didn't listen.
And you probably should have.
But he still blamed himself.
You were stubborn as much as he was, but it was still his fault. He didn't protect you, he wasn't there for you.
You had a feeling for a while now that someday something would happen. That one day he will send his people and harm you.
Yet, you weren't prepared.
Khonshu took his eyes off you for a minute. A literal minute and everything went to hell.
You weren't taken, but they sure tried. 
If it wasn't for Khonshu and the quickness of his new avatar, you would have been gone. Khonshu would have burned the entire world down to find you, but he didn't have to. 
Jake Lockley saved you, and you were back with Khonshu, standing on a tall building. He didn't let go of you. Not even for a second.
"This is all my fault." he said as his finger ran over your wrist, you managed to hurt it when you tried to free yourself, you fell and even fractured the bone. "All my fault that My Little Star is hurt." he said, voice full of guilt and pain.
"I am the one to blame. I should have listened to you and stayed home." you knew it was your fault, your fault for being so stubborn.
You tried to prove to him that you could take care of yourself. You grew up just fine, you didn't need his protection. 
But you should have just accepted it, you should have just said thank you and stayed behind. You were weak, and you had to accept that sometimes it was okay to get help from others.
You placed your other hand on his chest and let him pull you close.
"From now on, I will listen to you." you said, promising him to do as he said might not be the best move, but you knew it was the only thing he would accept and calm him.
"Thank you, Stardust. I will also try not to listen that much to my overprotective tendencies. We can find a middle ground I'm sure."
You smiled as he squeezed you against his towering frame.
He used to get smaller when he was with you, still much taller than you but you asked him not to. He didn't need to hide from you.
"I'd like to meet your Knight. I need to thank... them." you looked up at him and he nodded.
"Tomorrow, for now, I need you with me alone. I need your help with a plan. I cannot possibly find what Harrow is looking for, we need to get there before him."
You liked it when he asked your help or opinion on things. But you liked it better that he didn't even let you leave his embrace for the rest of the evening.
You were his Star and he cannot lose you.
He was your Moon to whom you belonged to. Easy as that. 
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙣
A/N: Okay so I don't care if you guys will judge me but damn I had fallen for this Mister Bird Man and I thought like " Why the heck I won't write for this fine specimen?" So enjoy darlings, because that's gonna be a wild ride and there is probably gonna be another part! And a friendly reminder, when the italics start, please listen to "Only Love can hurt like this"...
Summary: After being alive for 20.000 years alonsgide your brothers, losing one, losing your parents,your home and Thanos snapping everyone, you were ready to take a break from everything. While having a different identity and a somehow normal life, you couldn't have guessed that a shy, Egyptian nerd would come to ask for your help which eventually led you to meet with someone you thought had betrayed you.
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Pairings: Khonshu x Goddess!Reader( romantic); Steven Grant x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Marc Spector x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Jack Lockley x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Layla El-Faouly x Goddess!Reader( Platonic)
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"Thank you so much for covering for me, Leena! I don't know how I can pay you back..."
"Don't worry, darling! Just bring your daughter over for a play date and everything will be fine!"
You waved at the young mother who you called as your friend and watched her get out of the shop hurriedly. You sighed heavily and sat down to look at the many people passing by with a sad yet content smile. All of these people who didn't know anything about the snap just went on with their daily life and those who were aware of what happened were trying to adjust to life again. You were happy that everybody was safe and sound but remembering how two of your best friends died and the anguish you felt when you couldn't feel the heartbeat of your little brother Loki was...
You shook your head when someone came in and you immediately grabbed your apron to go to the front. You passed by a young girl who was struggling with college and feeling sympathy for her, you touched her forearm slightly to give a relief to her. She looked around curiously to see if there was something wrong around her, not being used to feeling so relaxed after days of stress. You called out her name, making her scared out of the thought that she did something wrong. Smiling reassuringly at her, you made a thumbs up at her.
" Don't stress over college that much! It's not that worth it and please go home early and rest! That's an order!"
She widened her eyes at you and with slight tears, nodded her head to go and change her outfit. A pair of brown eyes were watching your interraction with curiosity and wonder. He wasn't used to seeing such kindness on a complete stranger ever since his childhood. He slightly turned to the ancient God next to him to not catch any attention but just gaped at him since he was feeling... sadness? Love?
Can this sassy old God even love someone?
"Hey, just wondering? How do you know this woman and how can she help us?"
"And why are you being all mushy?"
"Marc Spector, if you talk about her like that one more time, this will be the last time you'll ever talk."
Steven raised a hand in surrender and just pouted, turning to look at you talking sweetly at a child, he couldn't help but think that you were just an ordinary girl who had a simple life as a barista who was kinda cute and motherly who was also great at making coffee.
Elegant look, kindness that could match even Gods, and good looks-
"Don't you dare to think nasty things, little worm!"
"Okay, easy there Murder Bird!"
He scoffed and wanted to throw a snarky comment at him but when they heard you laugh over your phone while holding your chest thightly, Steven jumped up on his seat at Khonshu growling loudly at you- no, to the one you're talking with.
"You know, Buck... I prevented a death today and I'd like to consider this as a character development!"
"Oh, yeah? How did you do it then, doll?"
"Self restraint, of course!"
You were idly fixing the tables while talking to Bucky who became a close friend to you after helping them for some time with the new Captain America. Even after you three parted ways, they were still a part of your daily life since your daughter loved Sam's corny jokes and your son adored how strong Bucky was. They both weren't used to someone so young, little yet strong kids look up to them, especially Bucky who thought that he wasn't a good man that deserved praise. Before you could scold him for laughing at your answer, you visibly beamed at hearing your son and daughter over the phone, both of them laughing joyfully.
"Is that momma you're talking? We want to talk too!"
"Yes, Uncle Bucky! We want to!"
You sat down and looked at the many pastries before you absent-mindedly while Bucky was trying to set the excited kids down to let them speak to you. He couldn't exactly blame them for their excited fidgetings since it's been a long time they saw you and he wasn't sure if he could keep up with their powers and smartness any longer.
Being born to the two strong Gods wasn't that easy. The spiritualness, smartness, and limitless power the duo held between their little hands were inmeasurable and that made you worry more than anything in the life. Who knew what would happen to them if humans learnt about them? Or your enemies? Would you be able to protect them from the harsh world?
You winced when a particular harsh and angry scream erupted from your daughter. Heart pounding hard in your ribcage, you asked if everything was all right when Bucky told you that she got angry at her brother for pulling on her hair and threw a blue and white ball at him?
"Wait... Did you just say a ball of blue and white?"
"Uhh, yeah, doll... That's exactly what I said but- Hey? Y/N? Are you there?"
"Ah, yes I am! I think I should come there quickly though... I guess her powers are starting to appear and I need to be there to calm her."
Sighing heavily to yourself, you touched the star necklace around your neck to find some solace and comfort midst your anxiety attack. Remembering your one and only love used to bring a painful stab to your heart and an inexplicable feeling of revenge and hatred but now, there was just a hollow emptiness inside where your heart used to be. Your eyes started to sting, your heart paced faster at the memory of you two's last day together.
The late night sky was shining with the bright twinkling light of millions of stars. The purple galaxies across the endless universe and constellations was such a sight to behold that you just admired what your lover created while swinging your feet in the river. Your father, Odin, was pretty much angry at this relationship you two created, stating that you were a princess and therefore deserved the best, strongest God as your husband... and preferably a human one. You giggled at the memory of you yelling at him so hard that your beloved Sun almost scorched the whole Asgard. You could even feel the air shifting around you and hearing what sounded like a coo and awe, you felt your cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink before sprinting out of the Great Hall to visit your lover in his realm.
And now here you were, throwing your head back fondly to look at the endless sky. Seeing your grumpy yet sweet lover, you smiled so wide that it made even the aloof God smile at your small form. It was hard, being with a 8 feet God while you were hardly 5'7 but somehow you managed by finding that he can posses a human body. You didn't like the idea that much since he was using a poor guy who didn't know anything and you loved the true form of him more than anything.
"My Goddess, why are you smiling so hard for?"
You hugged yourself hard when you heard his deep and raspy voice while he was holding his staff between his hands and folding his legs to sit next to you. Looking up at him and kissing his beak softly, you took his long arm between yours and looked at the lake before you which was painted with a deep night blue which was lighted by the little fireflies.
"Nothing, My God... Just thinking about my father and you."
"Hmm... I hope you don't think about pranking him with your brother, my star."
"Ah, never never! Me, the Goddess of Sun, Power and Eternal Life, is going to prank the Father of all Gods? No way!"
A deep chuckle rumbled inside his chest and vibrated to your own smaller figure which made you close your eyes peacefully. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you made the most with the time you two had before you went back to the palace to work with your mother. Looking at the hollow eye-sockets of your lover, you made an attempt at speaking first. But before you could open your mouth, he beat you into it.
"My Moon, My Star... You do know of how much I love you, right?"
You looked at him with your pointer finger up, mouth forming a shocked "o" shape at the voice of the God of Moon and Vengeance, the one who would throw snarky comments and annoy everyone sounded so... insecure and unsure. The realization made you look at him in sadness and also curiousty, wondering why he brought this up so suddenly.
Turning your head to the big and shining Moon, you looked back at the God that was your lover who was looking down at you, waiting for an answer. You couldn't probably see it that well, but internally, he was at the verge of freaking out. Eveey second you weren't answering was like a year of torment, a million swords piercing his body at everywhere. He knew he was rough around the edges, that you deserved a more romantic lover who wouldn't yell over you when you fluster him, or someone you could cuddle easily, walk around easily... The list was a long one, and unfortunately, Odin threatining the absolute shit out of him if he didn't leave you was good enough as reason to be sentimental.
"Leave my daughter alone, you little God! How can you possibly think that you're good enough for her?!"
He still remembered how your mother tried to calm him down while he was walking back to where he came from, mind already clouded by what he was supposed to talk to you. He wasn't gonna just leave you like that just because Odin told him to. Heck, he felt like he found the other half of his existence! You, with your bubbly personality, caring self, smile full of love and eyes that couldn't even rival the brightness of his Moon were everything to him.
And he would rip out his own heart if it meant that you could be together, even if it was in another galaxy.
"You know... The Moon actually shines thanks to the Sun, and without the Moon, Sun wouldn't have such a meaning to anyone except brightining around while burning itself for the sake of others..."
Khonshu looked at you with what you assumed as wonder and a deep love, your bond being strong with him. You definetly have a way with your words, my little one, he thought while gently caressing your hair. He hummed at you, urging you to go on and you grabbed his hand. Putting something a little heavy in his hand, Khonshu tilted his head to left and opened it, only to see a sun-shaped golden necklace. Looking at you for any affirmation, you just nodded your head and got up to put it on his body, right in the middle of his Moon Symbol.
" You're the reason I don't loose myself, the reason I always give life and enlighten paths for people. I'd like to think that we both complete each other and... I really don't believe my life would have such a meaning if you weren't in... there..."
You blushed and shied away from him, taking a few steps back when you felt him freeze and get tense. You beat yourself in your mind for speaking so carelessly and pouring your heart out at him. You two weren't even in that part of your relationship! You didn't even mutter any "I love you"s to each other, and you had to go and utter such words! Idiot YN!
" Why?"
He didn't know why exactly he said that, I mean you literally serenaded to him and he asked "why?". But he really wondered the reason. You were such a powerful God, beauty that could rival Helen of Troy, or Aphrodite and Hathor and every Goddess all around the realm yet, you chose to be with him. You chose to love him, cherish him 'till the day you'd die and felt so strongly about him that you even created your very own hidden heaven just for you two to come and love each other.
Knitting your eyebrows, you smiled sweetly and kissed his forehead. Lingering there a few second, you took a step back and put his hand on your chest, right where your heart was.
"Because I'm in love with you."
And just like that, he pulled you to his lap and smelled your every part, he always thought that even though there was a heart, nothing could make it beat so loudly. Not protecting humans, not ripping hearts, not Hathor's music, nothing.
Except you...
"My Moon, be mine. Let me make you mine and cherish you forever in the presence of our love for each other."
Feeling every inch of love he had for you through his lovesick voice, you nodded at him with slight tears. Bandaged hands started to caress your body and took you in his arms to go where your palace was residing. You couldn't help but caress the skull and whisper to him.
"Silly, Don't you know I've always been yours..?"
And the Moon shone so bright that it was visible even in the morning and the Sun was shining in such a warm yet strong way that people were curious yet happy since their days will go with peace. You two made your bond stronger by making love to each other for the first time, both in his true form and in a human, laughed freely and happily, not caring about how you'll be in trouble for all the bruises he gave to you but you were fine. You had your lover here, with you, soon to be married for eternal life... Turning to look at him, you softly kissed his jaw and closed your eyes for the sleep to take you over...
Not knowing that the Sun you adored so much would loose its spark in a matter of seconds, and the heart that was once filled with love would be nothing but a heart that screamed for one thing:
Revenge.
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"Lee! There is a creepy looking guy and a sweet girl looking straight at you for the past 30 minutes! Shall we call the police!?"
When a co-worker whisper yelled at you, you almost fell of the chair, if not for grabbing the table at the last minute. You looked at her with wide eyes, almost hearing what seemed like an amused chuckle and she got panicked, stuttering over her words while trying to apologize but you cut her off to understand who she was talking about and where that damn chuckle was coming from.
"What man and woman? Where? Show me, show me!"
"Right behind you but don't be too... Obvious..."
She sighed annoyed when you turned abruptly to look at what she was talking about, and you saw a curly-haired woman who had a sweet yet awkward smile and a man looking at you as if you were his next prey with soft curls that fell on his forehead. By the look of his eyes, you could guess that he was somehow in a lot of wars or jobs that included killing, not serial killer since he wouldn't come with a girl to observe his victim, maybe a mercinary or something like that.
Keeping the eye contact, you turned on where you were sitting and looked at them with whole of your body turned to them, legs dangling both sides of the chair. Leaning down a little bit more, you tilted your head to see if any of them would stop looking, whether it was out of discomfort or their human eyes finally loosing the batte against being dry for so long.
"Are we going to keep staring at each other until your eyes will dry so hard that not even water would help, or are you going to stop?"
And you smirked in victory when both of them groaned out in discomfort, rubbing their eyes to ease the pain. You chuckled and grabbed your eye drop for dry eyes, whistling at them, you threw it at the girl while fixing your clothes.
"You know, staring at people is rude and you even kept looking at me when I clearly warned you? You got some real guts, darlings!"
You stood in front of them, folding your arms in front of your chest, waiting for them to finish dropping the eye drop. You turned your head to the back slightly and smiled at your co-workers to let them know that everything was fine and that you were going to deal with the duo. Taking off your notebook and pencil, you waited for them to talk so you can just go and prepare their orders and go back to your place to your kids.
"Okay, gentleman, my lady, what may I bring you?"
"Look, we aren't here for-"
"An Iced-Latte and Americano would be great! Right, Marc?"
You looked at them with a bored yet curious gaze and raising your brow at the look the woman was giving him, thight lips with half wide eyes that screamed for him to shut up, you shrugged your shoulders and wrote their orders. Smiling at their way, you went back to your place and started to prepare what they wanted while trying not to laugh at their banter.
"Look, I know you want to ease into the talk but we don't really have time! Harrow is right on our tail and-"
"And freaking her out would be no help, Marc! If she really is who she is, than she already knows everything just let us get her trust!"
Oh My, What could two mortals do with a God?, you thought, while twisting your rings anxiously. You could just march up right there, tell them to go away since they'd be throwing themselves into more danger by being with you but your mind couldn't help but wonder: Who was this Harrow and how do they know who you are?
Meanwhile, a certain ancient God was right behind you, with his staff planted on the marble floor firmly. He extended a bandaged hand out to you, wanting to touch the face he dreamed of seeing again for all these centuries but he looked at you in shock since his hand just... slipped through you. He shuffled where he was standing and clutched the sun shaped necklace on his chest thightly, as if he was in pain. He didn't understand, do you not see him? Was he wrong about this woman being you? Did you forget about him?
Marc, thinking that Khonshu was right behind him, turned to question the God but when he saw that there was no one, he frantically looked around, finding him right next to you, trying to touch you and fail miserably. He nudged Layla and they both looked at him curiously while Layla was sad. She frowned at the scene since the snarky, grumpy God looked like a little kid trying to grab his mother and that he was somehow looking at her with pure sadness and a sullen look. Layla turned to Marc and leaned down to his ear to speak what was in her mind.
"Do you think... Maybe they have a shared past? It's not normal for him to be so... depressed."
"I don't know but I guess we're about to find out..."
You shivered slightly and looked around to see if there was any open windows than necessary and upon finding none, you grabbed their drinks and walked towards them. Smiling to yourself at the delighted look on the woman's face which made you smile softly at her even more and before you could go and change your outfit, she called out to you.
"U-Uh, Miss! Can we talk a little bit!"
"Uh... Sure, just let me change quickly okay?"
When you came from the back room and sat down in front of them, you could see that the man next to her was no longer the one you saw earlier. Sure, the body was the same but the look he was giving were shy? Anxious, and a little bir excited?
"Sorry for asking this but... Are you Egyptian?"
"Uh, yeah! I am and my friend here is-"
"You sure?"
They both looked at you with their mouths hanging open widely, the man spilling his coffee almost over himself and you gighled delightfuly at their shocked faces while handing a napkin to the poor man who thanked you stuttering.
"Ahh, that's the best part of the day! But seriously, your pheromone levels are quite high to be just friends and I'm not dumb... Actually I didn't mean the sexual tension you both have, more like you used a singular word whereas there are 3 people in one body..."
"Holy Fuck, she really is a Goddess!"
"Shhh, you idiot! Don't shout thing like that!"
You closed his mouth with your hand and looked around you anxiously to see if there was anyone who heard you. You sighed in relief since most people were outside and sat back down on your seat. Looking at them with hooded eyes and a tired look, you lifted your head to look at the woman before you.
"Look, sweetheart... I don't know who do you think I am or how much you know about me but I'm not the one to help you..."
"Wait, please! We know you faced many shit but you have to listen to us, you're the only one that could help us and if you don't want to help, then we'll let you go!"
Layla would have pressured you into listening to them more, even using harsh words but the look on your eyes touched her heart deeply. The tired eyes,dull look that screamed to let go of you... They were the same eyes she used to have and even though she didn't have a great sense of feeling people's emotions, she was sure as hell that you have been through a lot.
Thinking about her offer for a minute, you looked at the door and to them, trying to decide which option was better. To be honest, walking through that door and never looking back was a good idea. You didn't even know these people, you owed nothing to them to accept their offer and you weren't in the mood to deal with a bunch of kids... But the desperation and scared look in their eyes, even though they tried to hide it, was clear and that made you sit straight on your seat. Whining and pinching the bridge of your nose, you nodded and accepted to talk.
The woman, who later told you her name was Layla, smiled in gratitude and looked at the man beside her, who was Steven who had three alters, to speak since things were about to get complicated.
"Okay so, even I don't really understand what really is going on but one time I woke up in the middle of a meadow, got chased down by people and was holding a dung beetle. Later, I saw a man who was talking about the other world, the after life and then used a cane and then sucked the life out of a woman, saying that maybe bad thing will happen in the future and then everyone screamed-"
"All Hail Ammit, right?"
"Yes! But how did you..?"
"Ammit is the ancient Egyptian God that devoured the soul of those who she deemed unworthy. Eater of Hearts, Devourer of the Dead... Please, continue with your story, Steven Grant."
" And I don't know they were after the dung beetle and when I opened it, it just started to fly around, there is a God that wants me to be his avatar, well actually Marc is his but since he's inside my body, I kinda am his avatar too... And how do you know my surname, I didn't even tell you!?"
You sighed lovingly at the man who forgot that you were a Goddes yourself and waited for him to realize his mistake and when he did, he blushed so hard that he just wanted to crawl under the blankets and hide there forever. You pat his hand softly, telling him that it was okay and asked him to show you the beetle. Inspecting it while turning it upside down, you started to murmur to yourself.
" The ancient Egyptians identified this with creation, the indisputable strength of masculinity, procreation, wisdom, reincarnation, immortality and renewal... Ammit has been imprisoned for centuries and if there is a man, using her powers to collect souls... and thinking of the meaning of dung beetle... It's obvious that this Harrow man is trying to set her free, Steven..."
You gave it back to him and rubbed your face while thinking. The Egyptian Gods have always been into chaos more than anyone, being like little children and all that. They never gathered around one topic or aim, resulting in more chaos. They didn't even care about humanity anymore, opting to observe them through their avatars and even then, they didn't really give a single fuck about them. Always thinking so highly of themselves, looking down at humans... No wonder you hated their guts.
If this man would set Ammit free... You didn't want to imagine what would happen to the world.
"But... How can we stop them? We don't even know any God except you and you might not even help-"
"Who told you I'm not gonna help? I mean sure I'd have loved to have the retired life but... Unfortunately, if you come face to face with the other Gods, they wouldn't be nice to you... and probably wouldn't listen either. With me in the picture, they'd have no choice but listen."
"And Miss Lee... Since you're gonna help, can we learn your real name and identity please? If that's... okay?"
Looking at her sharply, you looked down and up at her, knowing that you were making them anxious second by second. Grinning joyfully, you nodded your head and popped a lollipop into your mouth, extending your hand out for her to shake.
"Nice to meet you, Layla El-Faouly! I'm the Goddess of Sun, Power snd Immortal Life... Daughter of Odin and Frigga, elder sister of Thor and Loki, a mother of two children and a woman who is this close to loose her shit."
She laughed at your way of introducing and watched you hug Steven to yourself lovingly, patting his head softly and praising him for being smart enough to find you. He curiously looked at your right and you turned your eyes at where he was looking but seeing no one, you ssked him what he was looking at.
"Oh, nothing! It's just... we didn't find you, he showed you to us..."
"He? Who?"
"It's the God of-"
Everyone inside the shop screamed when multiple bullets sounded around. Protecting Layla and Steven, tucking their head under your arms, you looked around to see a man with a cane walking towards you three. Creating a light shield around them, you took tentaive steps to the man looking at you with a fond smile. Feeling uneasy of his presence, you took out your staff and directed it to him. He stopped where the end of your sun staff ended, he bowed in front of you.
"O' the strong Goddess of the West, the one who enlightens paths and give what they desire, I find such pleasure in meeting the daughter of Odin..."
"As much as I like being praised, I really would rather you talk to me standing up, Arthur Harrow."
Smiling at you, he got up and after setting your staff down, he kissed your hand softly which made you raise a brow at his action. Meanwhile, Steven and Marc was having a headache over Khonshu screaming right next to him.
"IF YOU LET HIM TOUCH HER ONE MORE TIME, MARC SPECTOR, STEVEN GRANT, I'LL TEAR DOWN EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE OUT OF YOU!!"
Not being aware of what was happening behind you, Arthur started to talk while looking at you in astonishment.
"I never thought I'd see the day I'd be in front of such power but even someone like me can get lucky from time to time..."
"Cut the bullshit, darling... Enough of the praises, I already know why you're here."
"Then you also know that I've come here to convince you to join-"
"Who do you think you are, convincing me? I am the one that will decide on what I'll do and I'm the only one who will decide whether you're telling truth or not!"
Layla and Steven let out a wow at your voice echoing all around, and your body shining in an angry orange and red, Arthur's men took a few steps back but he only came closer to you with a manic grin. Directing your staff at him again, he didn't care and continued to talk.
"Oh, I can see why such a power is coming from you... Who would have guessed that a Goddess can have revenge inside of her so powerful that it's enough to burn everything?"
"I don't have revenge or anything like that inside me, watch your tongue, boy..."
"Oh, but you do. The fall of your home, your brother and your friends, being betrayed by the one you thought who loved you... So many sins have been committed against you..."
"Shut up..."
"I know the feeling... The same God who spoke such lovely words to you, whispering his love and affections also deceived me as well..."
Well, that caught your attention. Did he even know what he was talking about? Did he really know Khonshu at some point? You looked him up and down to see if he was throwing any lies at you but you saw... none.
With wide eyes, you lowered your guard and looked at him with big, shaky eyes. Seeing that he was getting under your skin, Marc took over an tried to break the shield that surrounded them.
"Do you... really know him? I mean-"
"Khonshu? The ever changing God? Yes, my dear... I know him and how he betrayed me just like how he betrayed you..."
Marc grunted in pain and cursed at you for creating such a strong shield. And the fact that Khonshu was screaming and trashing out didn't help.
"MARC! SAVE HER FROM HIS CLUTCHES!"
"Who is that woman to you anyways?! WHY ARE YOU SO-"
"BECAUSE SHE'S MY WIFE, YOU IDIOT!
"YOUR FUCKING WHAT?!!"
Before Arthur would try and touch you with his filthy hands, you heard the breaking of your shield and it was as if something switched back on. Growling at the man before you, you punched him hard from the balls and threw him away from you. Fighting against the men surrounding you, you turned to look at Steven and Layla to see if they were fine but what you saw made you falter and silently cry...
For the same bandages and Moon shape was on Steven, and your husband standing right in front of you protectively with a pleading and crushed look...
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MOON KNIGHT - S1EP6 POST CREDITS SCENE
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khonshu in a suit in a fancy limousine is a different kind of want that i didn't expect i had
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Stretch Marks (Khonshu)
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Pairing: Khonshu x gender neutral! Reader (mostly meant to see as somewhat romantic, but can be interpreted as platonic)
Words: 600+
Warning(s): Swearing, mentions of torture (if you squint)
A/N: Yes, I was serious in writing for khonshu, no anon will tell me not to idc idc.
Summary: Khonshu see’s the stretch marks on your body and is worried someone had hurt you before.
You are Loved Under the Moon (part 2)
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You woke up in a panic, glancing at the time before swearing loudly. You were going to be late to work. You knew you shouldn't have stayed out as long as you did with Marc, Steven and Khonshu. Besides Marc and Steven, who were in one body, you could see Khonshu. You weren't sure why, but the Egyptian God believes you have a connection to the moon. Due to this, Khonshu promised to keep an eye on you in case this possible connection would cause danger.
You swore again and ripped off your covers, hastily start to prepare your morning tea and pop in a bagel into the toaster. You hurriedly stomped into room once again and take off your pajamas, looking for presentable clothes.
"I forgot to do laundry, fuck!" You hissed and started scavenging through your clothes for something either clean or clean enough.
"My little human, what has you so stressed?" Khonshu's deep and gravelly voice filled the space. On a normal day, you would have been more bashful when you didn't have proper coverage on, but right now you were too focused on putting together an outfit.
"I'm going to be late, I overslept!" You snapped, not at him, but to the situation. You turn on your heel, facing him as you start to shimmy on pants.
"What are those?" The God asked, making you halt in place.
"...Pants?"
"I know what pants are." He practically growled at you making a fool out of him. Khonshu knelt to the ground right in front of you, his beak almost poking you as his hand not clutching his staff reaches out. His finger tips lightly drag over the somewhat new and faint scars along your stomach. His head tilted to the side as he pushed down your pants a bit to feel the stretch marks along your hips and thighs. His touch was almost nonexistent, you half expect not to feel anything, but surprisingly you did.
"Khonshu?"
"Who did this to you? Who dared to have laid their hands on my human?" He growled, his grip on his staff tightened. "I will have them punished slowly for causing you any pain."
"Khonshu." Your face broke out into a smile. "I wasn't hurt to get these marks. I simply grew. They are called stretch marks, they happen to almost every human because of how we each grow."
"There was no pain?"
"No, there wasn't."
"Some look fresh."
"Yes, I put on some weight after meeting you, Marc and Steven. I call it happy weight." You chuckle lightly, placing your hand on what seemed like the boney cheek of his skull. "I'm okay, I wasn't hurt. Thank you for worrying."
"No need to thank me, I will always fret over you." The tip of his beak lightly tapped your cheek.
The sound of your toaster finally releasing the bagels snapped you back into what you were doing.
"Shit!" You hurriedly pulled your pants back up and turned around to grab the shirt you found.
Khonshu's head tilted when he saw you back. It was a faint mark towards your lower back, but he saw it was like the shape of the moon when crescent. Your shirt promptly covered it before he could reach out to touch it. He watched you scurry around your residence while he pondered about that mark.
"I gotta go, thanks for stopping by Khonshu!" You gave him a quick wave and briskly left the apartment, he could hear the locks click and your footsteps get quieter and quieter until there was silence.
"Interesting." The God pondered. He'd have to get a look at what seemed like a birthmark later. For now, he was going to keep an eye on his avatar.
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Different Ways
Pairing: Khonshu x Reader
Word Count: 2429
Summary: Once in awhile, Khonshu will allow his avatar to have a break. It's the four of you: Marc, Layla, Khonshu, and yourself in a town you love to visit. You are happily strolling along when you spot a necklace that was far out of your price range. So, keep going along when you notice the tall mummy bird god gone from sight. Where did he go?
Author Note: Don't worry folks! I haven't forgotten about our favorite dead god. I got caught up in requests on my other blog and have been trying to keep up with them.
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There was something about seeing the moon god causally chilling on the wall’s edge. One leg hung over the edge while the other rested underneath that one. His staff leaned against said brick wall, between his legs. The crescent end next to his skull.
After all that has occurred with Ammit and Egypt, you didn’t expect to see him like so. Khonshu looked relaxed compared to how you first saw him. So demanding and ready for battle, and grouchy. Very grouchy. You smiled minutely at this. He’s a very grouchy and jealous god. You didn’t know why but your heart fell for him.
Before you, Marc and Layla conversed about something. There was no mission to worry about currently. Instead, the three of you were taking a short vacation. One that everyone needed.
A deep breath of oxygen filled your lungs. The air up here was fresh with the pine trees. You’ve missed this place, only visiting a few times throughout your life. Leavenworth, no matter the time of year, was amazing to visit. Though the cooler weather wasn’t for everyone. You didn’t mind one bit. No jacket as your two friends were wrapped up with one of their own.
The shadow of something past near you, making your head tilt up. A hawk of sorts glided far above the ground, eyes searching for a snack. It’s wings flapped a few times as it circled in the air. That made you look over to Khonshu’s last position once more, but the god wasn’t there. You raised a brow at this in question and turned your head to search for him.
He appeared behind Marc, making him jump at the sudden appearance. Any person around him barely gave notice and stayed focused on their conversations. Said human whipped his head to glare at the god but immediately looked back at Layla. “Khonshu,” he spat out quietly with a harsh tone. You giggled at this and leaned back in your chair.
Layla peered over at you and smiled. “Shouldn’t he be used to that by now?” she teased her husband and pointed her thumb at him. You agreed with her, nodding your head at Layla, a sparkle in your eyes.
“Yeah, I have been around him the least and quickly got over it,” you jestered alongside Layla. She took at sip from her bubbly drink, no ice. That was true. Though, you were easy to scare. The spooks the god gave you were quickly thwarted after the third for forth time he suddenly appeared in your apartment.
Marc turned his glare to the two of you, causing said duo to snicker at his expression. “I’m easily frightened by him,” he tries to excuse himself. It doesn’t work as much as he thinks it does.
Instead, the two of you looked at one another again and laughed, both leaning towards the other. Marc huffed and harshly fell back against the back of his seat. You two just laughed all over again. “You’re playing yourself, Worm,” Khonshu snarked from behind said avatar. You shook your head at the name calling but couldn’t hide the minute smile.
Khonshu disappeared then reappeared neck to you, casting a shadow over you. “I saw that, Stardust,” he was quick to point out. A hint of red blushed over your cheeks at this. You grasped at your drink and sipped away at it.
“I have no idea what you mean,” you stated and peeked out to look over at the masses moving about on the street. No clue. Completely innocent here. Khonshu hummed deeply at your words and rested a large hand on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed up at this. What is he doing?
“Hmm, I thought I saw you smile. Isn’t that something you mortals do? When I called the worm here ‘Worm’,” he continued to try and get you to admit. Something you didn’t want to do. You disliked when Khonshu called Marc ‘Worm’. It’s disrespectful. After everything that has occurred. How could Khonshu name call him things that like? Yet, he calls you ‘Stardust’. You didn’t mind that one. You did have a passion for the stars.
You shook your head once more, denying the accusation. Everything besides the god was intriguing. You saw the playful smirk on Layla’s face and gave her a knowing look. One she laughed at. Being at the other end of the teasing wasn’t fun. Your arms crossed with a pout, lip jutting out. Your cup still hiding a portion of your face.
The god hummed, the stood up. Though, his face doesn’t have the ability to move, you sensed a smirk before he straight up disappeared. Uh oh. That made you fear on where he had gone. He has something up his sleeves. Sometimes, you swear he should be the god of tricks. “Well that’s not good,” Layla stated and set down her bubbly drink. You shot her a ‘no shit’ look.
“He has something planned and I don’t like it,” you sighed and scanned the surroundings. Not a sign of the mummy god anywhere. “I swear, if he messes with my apartment, I will find a way to kill him.” That’s your place, your little place carved out in this world. You hated when people messed with your things.
Layla laughed ad rested fully on the backrest of her chair. “I believe he won’t dare do that,” she said with honesty. You hoped she was right. Or else.
Later on, after lunch had been consumed, the three of you paid and left for the streets. Though, it wasn’t the winter months, where everyone from all the states migrated to see the lights, Leavenworth was still busy. People bustled about, making you nervous and sticking close to Marc and Layla. People weren’t your thing. Let alone a bunch of them. Yet, this place calls to you and makes you take the trip up here.
Something in a shop’s window caught your attention, you broke away from the trio and made your way into the building. It smelled like old pine wood, one of the best smells. You smiled at that and slipped between people towards the window.
A silver necklace with a gold crescent moon and stars hung from a holder. Call yourself cliché with your whole situation and feelings for a specific god, but it was maginfic. You checked the price tag and cringed. Of course. You pouted, gave it one last look, then moved away to graze through the small shop.
Nothing else called to you. That frustrated you. There was a buzz from your phone. You slipped the device into your hand and noticed a text from Marc. ‘Where are you?’ Shit, right. Whoops. A quick response to explain what happened and where to meet was sent to him. You got a thumbs up in return. You deadpanned at the message before leaving the store.
As you stepped back onto the wide sidewalk, you peered back into the window. The necklace was gone! The others around it swaying. With the amount of people around, you held onto a sadden noise and slugged your shoulders. Welp, that was that. You lost your opportunity.
Though, you didn’t grow up a densely populated area, you knew how to snake your way through the sea of people. It wasn’t long before you saw the familiar faces of Marc and Layla. You quickened your pace then stopped before them. “Sorry, got distracted,” you apologized.
“Find anything interesting? “ Marc questioned as the three of you started on your path again.
“Yeah, but it was too much. When I left the store, it was already gone,” you said and scanned the upcoming buildings for anything of interest. There was one store that caught your attention. That have the best ice cream you have ever tasted.
Marc made an ‘aww’ noise and placed a consoling hand on your shoulder. “There’s always next time.” That, he was correct for. But that didn’t less that face you lost this opportunity.  You purposely knocked your shoulder into his.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You smiled at him then felt a certain presence behind you. If you haven’t been around him so many times, you would’ve spooked. Instead, you spun on your heel to face the towering god. You continued to walk backwards and act like you were enjoying the sights. Then, you turned back around and strolled behind the two. “What are you up to, Khon?” you questioned, acting like you were talking to your friends.
Said duo turned their head back to find Khonshu keeping an easy pace with us. You could feel how close he was to you, almost pressed to your back. Yet, the god didn’t say a word.
At every step, you saw the end of his staff in the corner of your eyes. He was almost hovering over you, like a guard dog. That thought made you giggle with a minute smile. Hilarious. You tilted your head up to find the god’s skull within your vision. “What are you doing?” you quietly asked again with a raised brow.
Still nothing. If that’s the case, you continued your pathing with a shrug of your shoulders. You stepped closer to Marc and Layla and rested your elbows on their shoulders. “There’s a few things that we can do tomorrow, if you guys wanna?” you offered.
Leavenworth had a lot to offer. From not only the sights but to adventures. There was horse back riding, rafting, ziplining, etc. You had already done most of the things possible here, after visiting so many times.
This caught Layla’s attention. She perked up and gazed at you. “I would love to! What is there to do besides browse the shops?” You stated the easier adventures possible without needing to book far in advanced. This was sort of an impromptu vacation.  
“Horseback riding sounds great,” she said and nudged her shoulder into Marc’s. The man nodded his head in agreement, gaze casting behind you for a second. You pulled away from them to return a pace or two behind them.
As you opened your mouth to respond, someone knocked into you kind of roughly. By the looks of it, she was a someone lived here. Her glare set hard on you. You rubbed at your shoulder and tried to apologize out of curditisy. Instead, the woman beat you to the punch, face pulled into a disgust. “Watch where you’re going, tourist,” she spat out then promptly strutted away.
A sudden gush of snowy wind knocked her right on her ass. The sight caused you to burst out laughing before quieting when her head snapped to you. Uh oh.
She angrily got to her feet, stomping them as she made her way back to you. Before she could get within ten feet though, she froze, almost falling over as she did. You were confused as her eyes peered above you.
Then, a golden staff slammed next to you, making the ground shake. A cool hand held onto your shoulder as the god leaned over you. You tensed at the touch, feeling the way his power wrapped around you like a blanket. The woman was smart to turn on her heel and make a quick escape away. Everyone around glancing at her strange actions.
Marc and Layla came up to after the whole ordeal. The former leaned close to you but secretly peered up at the towering god. “Khonshu, you can’t fucking do that!” he quietly growled and grabbed your hand. Before he could do anything though, Khonshu tugged you back away from Marc.
But, Khonshu didn’t say anything. Unusual for cocky, sometimes rude, god. Marc scoffed and backed off, hands up in surrender. When the two of you didn’t move – you too still shocked about what happened – he walked away. Layla gave you a knowing look and rushed after Marc, trying to talk him down.
Khonshu hummed, grasp squeezing your shoulder. “I swear, if anyone lays another hand on you, I will cut over their arm,” he growled. With the public around you and no known people, you held in your laugh. A smile grew on your face. Sometimes, he says the weird of things. Or he does the weird of things. Like less than five minutes ago.
You patted at his hand on your shoulder then tried to walk after Marc and Layla. Yet, the grasp he had on you prevented that.
Something cold and thin kissed your skin. You tried to peek down but a hand grasp at your chin. “Khon? What are you doing?” you whispered softly, nervous on what he had planned. You still don’t know what he did early.
“Stay still, Stardust,” he said lowly and removed his hand. Khonshu continued to mess with whatever he was doing. In the meantime – not to look like a fool, you gazed out at the mountains as if you were sightseeing. Well, to be honest, you were. The mountains were your home. Of course, you would love to look at them all day.
“What are you doing?” you whispered and fidgeted in your spot. His hands ghosted over your skin, making you shiver. You felt him step even closer as if to stop you from moving more.
Khonshu’s hands still, hesitating in pulling away. Then, the god stepped around you and knelt down in front of your form. This time, you discarded the fact you needed to act sane. Your gaze was set on him, head tilted to the side. His head tilted down, hands pulling a cold chain around your neck.
The god paused, hands still on your skin before he stood back up to his full height. You immediately looked down at what he had down. A gasp escaped your mouth.
It’s the necklace! You squealed, hands shaking at your sides. It was all you could do to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him. A few tourists gave you weird looks, but you didn’t care at all. “Thank you!” But a thought came it mind, a brow falling as you peered up at him. “How did you know?”
A large hand rested on your shoulder, Khonshu nudging you towards the direction of Marc and Layla. “There’s a saying you mortals have. ‘A magician never reveals his secrets.’” You set a deadpanned expression on him then rolled your eyes. You willingly went where he directed, people parting a way for you. A smile bright on your face.
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The Loyal Priestess || Khonshu x fem!reader
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Summary: as a newly appointed priestess in Khonshu's temple, you hold a great deal of responsibility. On one night, the God of the Moon decides to visit his followers in response to their profound prayers 
Warnings: smut (deflowering)🔞 & the body of Marc is being taken over and fronted by Khonshu 
Word count: 3575
Author: Cass & Rouge
A/N: the green sentences refer to Khonshu's speaking
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It's an ancient ritual performed mostly by high priestesses because it was a skill that took a lot of practice, but you knew exactly what to do and weren't afraid of doing something wrong. Being a newly marked priestess in Khonshu's temple demanded a great deal of self-assurance, skill, and interior renunciation.
You had the honor of leading the opening prayer to the god himself that evening. "Our Lord, hear us out," you began, head bowed and hands pressed together in front of a massive stone figure depicting Khonshu standing proudly with his staff in his left hand. "We have gathered here to seek your protection, our Lord, and your enlightenment."
Marc could feel cold, unpleasant creeps running down his spine, causing him to shake and hiss visibly. "What the hell was that?" He exclaimed, perplexed as never before.
Of course, Khonshu was there with him, unconcerned by Marc's remark. "My followers are praying to me."
"Followers? Praying? To you? Do you still have them?" Marc inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I do, worm! Who do you think I am?" snarled Khonshu.
"Excellent. I was simply inquiring. There's no need to be so aggressive," Marc sighed and rolled his eyes. "I just hope they're over soon. I don't like the way it feels," the man muttered, uncomfortably rolling his shoulders.
"They will as soon as I acknowledge their presence."
Marc didn't have time to react before the robes encircled him and he swooped up into the night sky, going to the source of chanting. He didn't like what he saw when he landed. This was the temple. The one where he lost his normal life and self.
Candles and incense filled the room with a soft glow and the scent of olive and lilac. Few wicked baskets filled with things like fruits, dates and furs were placed on the stone altar.
Khonshu's followers in the chamber were humming an old melody that matched the words of your fervent prayer. "Our Lord, Master of the Night Sky, please listen to us. Send us your light and wisdom, keep us safe from evildoers. We're offering our modest sacrifices for you, our Lord."
"Modest sacrifices? That sounds intriguing, I'm curious what those are," a loud voice could be heard echoing off the walls. Khonshu entered the chamber in Marc's body, overtaken by the god; Marc's eyes glistened with white light.
All of the followers knelt and bowed their heads to the person who entered the chamber.
You were the only one who raised your head slightly to look the creature in the eyes; eyes gleaming with light that highlighted the god's nature. In the process, you bowed your head and knelt on the sand as well. "My Lord, we are honored that you have chosen to illuminate us with your presence tonight. Long live, Khonshu!"
The greeting was loudly chanted by the rest of the followers.
"Finally, someone who understands how to respect me," Khonshu hummed proudly, smiling at everyone. "However, I think I should punish you all."
Chanting ended as soon as it started; the silence filled the chamber.
You dared to raise your head up, looking at the man with glistening eyes. "Did we do anything wrong, my Lord? If yes, please, say a word and we'll do our best to fix the error."
Khonshu chuckled deeply as he approached you. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "You want to know what your blunder is? Where have you been all these centuries? I can hear every prayer, and it has been quiet for many years."
A cold shiver jolted your body to its core, and you began to wonder if calling Khonsh was a good idea. "My Lord," you said as you looked into his glistening eyes, "We'd been praying to you all the time, on a regular basis. We'd never forgotten you or your deeds, my Lord, and we'd always admired your wisdom."
He squeezed your chin between his fingers. "Human, don't lie to me!" He yelled. "I couldn't hear any of you praying for years! You've dared to arrive at my temple and now you're selling me a lie!"
"My Lord," you said quietly, trying not to aggravate the deity, "How could I lie to you in your temple? I would never do so. Some of your older priestesses have passed away, they were old and died of old age or were killed in the civil war going on," you elaborated. "My Lord, I and those gathered here tonight are from a new generation. Perhaps our prayers were not loud enough for you to hear."
"Maybe they weren't. You will all try to do better from now on," Khonshu demanded. "What about the offerings? I'm interested in what mortals like you brought me."
You waited for him to let go of your chin, and when he did, you went to the altar and pointed to the wicked baskets. "We don't have much to offer you, my Lord, but we'd like to give you our best. Our crops provide the fruits and dates, and our animals provide the furs. We also have the best wine in Egypt, fresh olives, and gold, all for you, our Lord Khonshu."
"That's all?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Some poor fruits and old wine?”
You bowed your head and knelt again. "This is all we have, my Lord. As I said, we can't offer you much more than our faith in you."
"And what do you think I'm going to do with it?" Khonshu inquired, looking at you. "I am the god! Not some pitiful, mortal being like you all or that meat puppet I had to use to see you. I'm not interested in wine or food."
You bowed your head even more, being afraid to look at the god. "Forgive us, my Lord. Please, have mercy!"
"You dare to refer to yourself as my follower? My old priestess, they were the ones who always knew what to offer!" Khonshu yelled angrily, his voice echoing off the walls.
A single tear rolled down your cheek; you were truly terrified with the god being angry with you. "Forgive me, my Lord. What can I do to fix this?"
He gave you a low chuckle as he looked at you. You were a lovely, little thing as for a priestess. He could make good use of his ability to gain complete control over Marc. "I'll tell you what I want as a gift, and you'll grant it to me."
"Of course, my Lord, I'm here to fulfill all of your wishes."
"Clean the altar," Khonshu ordered, waving his hand.
As he wished, you took all the baskets off the altar.
Khonshu turned to face the others. "Tonight, you all let me down. I have nothing else to say to you, worms, no blessings or encouraging words. Leave. Everyone except you," his gaze fixed on you again.
His strong voice echoing off the stone walls made you shiver once more as you watched your fellow citizens get up and leave with bowed heads.
You dared to look at God after everyone else had left the chamber except you. "Your wish, my Lord, is my command."
Khonshu was overjoyed. Finally, someone was listening to him and acting in accordance with his wishes. "I want you as an offering."
You tilted your head and blinked few times. "Excuse me, my Lord? You want me? In what meaning?"
"You good know. You seem like a smart girl."
Your brow furrowed. "Oh, Lord... I think I know what you're thinking about, but I can't give you what you want because I've never done those things before, and I don't want to disappoint you. We have a lot of lovely ladies, just say the word and I'll bring one over."
"I want no one else but you," Khonshu said, gently taking a lock of your hair between his fingers. "You are young and attractive."
"My Lord," you whispered and closed your eyes at the touch of his warm, calloused hand. "I see. Your wish is my command, but I'm scared of letting you down."
"You'll do fantastic, I'm confident you will, little priestess," Khonshu gave you his assurance. "Now. Remove those robes."
You nodded and began taking off your clothes. You began by slipping the sleeves of your long, beige gown, revealing your bare chest and round breasts. Second, you pushed the silky material of the dress down your body, allowing it to fall to your ankles. You stood fully naked in front of the god in human form with hesitation.
One of his hands boldly cupped your breast. "So soft and pleasant," he claimed as his thumb rubbed your nipple, which hardened within the seconds. "My precious, little priestess. Little, innocent thing, you belong to me."
You gasped quietly when his calloused palm cupped your breast, squeezing it. You looked up at the man with your eyes wide open, sighing. "Whatever you order, my Lord. I'm yours."
Khonshu nodded before grabbing one of the furs brought as an offering and tossing it over the stone altar. "Lay down."
You climbed the altar and did as he asked - you laid on your back, rubbing your thighs together, attempting to cover your breasts with your arms crossed lightly across your chest. As you looked up at him with sparkles in your eyes, your Y/H/C hair spilled over the fur.
Khonshu smiled and gently kissed your lips before moving the kisses to your neck and then collarbone.
"My Lord," you whispered lightly, your head rolled back a little, providing him with better access. "Can I touch you?"
"You can," he whispered into your ear.
You gasped quietly and put your hands to his arms, your heart beated faster when you sensed his tensed muscles under the shirt he was wearing. Soon, you moved one of your arms around his neck and begged him for another kiss.
"Little priestess, you're so needy. Your desires will be granted tonight," Khonshu hummed and gladly pressed his lips against your cheek, cupping one of your cheeks.
You shifted in his arms, giving the kiss back, letting your tongue slip past his lips, tasting him and imagining all of the things he was about to do to you.
Soon after, he drew back and began undressing himself before joining you on the altar.
You watched his perfectly shaped body, wondering if the man he picked for his avatar was someone random. If yes, Khonshu had a very good taste.
"Do you like what you're seeing, little one? I wouldn't choose a random mortal as my avatar," Khonshu reassured you, just as he would be able to hear your thoughts, and kissed your neck again, this time moving down to your chest and wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples.
You grabbed by the edge of the altar and arched your back a little, moaning at the feeling. With a little, hesitant smile, you nodded your head. "Yes, my Master, I like everything I see," your tone was nothing more than a whisper. "My Lord Khonshu, please."
"Please what? Use your words."
"I want you to..." Your voice cracked as you blushed hardly; realization hit your mind clouded already with overwhelming pleasure. "I want you."
"So now you want me? I was sure you're terrified of this. You're not anymore?" He hummed as he moved his hand down your body.
"I've never been so scared in my life, my Lord, but I trust in you, I trust in everything you do," you assured Khonshu, your cheeks flushed.
Khonshu moved between your legs with a low laugh. He picked your legs up and set them on his shoulders, then began to place kisses and bites on the inside of your thighs.
You moaned quietly, arching your back slightly and sucking your lower lip in. You initially felt compelled to run your hands through his hair, but quickly dismissed the thought as too daring. His lips on your thighs felt like a blazing fire, and you couldn't stop being vocal about how good he made you feel. "Please, My Lord, I need to feel you," you pleaded quietly.
He decided to grant your wish and gently sucked his lips around your clit, observing your reaction carefully.
Your back arched even more as a loud moan escaped your lips. Your hands slid down instinctively to meet his palms on your hips; you placed your hands on top of his rough ones. "I've never felt anything like it..."
His fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand. Khonshu didn't respond to your words, but he continued to eat you like a starving man.
Your moans became louder; you barely could bear the tight knot forming in your abdomen. "Khonshu, my Lord, please, I want more!" You begged, holding stronger onto his palms.
"Is that so, my little priestess? And what do you want?"
You bit your lip. "I want to do this, but I've never... You'll have to guide me, my Lord."
"Do what? Use your words or I won't please you," Khonshu continued the teasing.
You propped yourself on elbows and looked at him; he looked perfectly sweet with his head between your thighs. "I want you to take me, my Lord."
He got off the altar and began to completely undress himself, tossing the pants and Marc's boxers to the side. Then he returned to you and wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.
Of course, you watched him with your heart beating fast and strong within your chest, like a tiny animal trapped in a cage trying to escape danger. When he removed his boxer shorts, his already rock-hard cock sprung free and stood proudly against his abdomen, making you blush and gasp. You did just what he expected you to do. With a moan, you pulled him into a kiss. "My Lord..." You whispered. "I'm all yours."
"Of course you are. You're my sweet, little priestess," Khonshu agreed, gently pushing inside of you so as not to injure you too much with his force.
You rolled your eyes back and let out a quiet scream mixed with a moan, your eyes close shut and you hissed at the sudden feeling of being stretched out painfully. "Ah!"
Khonshu smiled wryly as he observed your body's reaction to him. Your little whimpers and arched back were adorable. He'll definitely miss it once Marc is back in charge.
You wrapped your palm around one of his hands placed by either of your sides, then looked up at him, right into his eyes. "It.... hurts and stings..."
His palm moved over your belly and lover. "Hush. Just breathe, relax."
You followed God's instructions and went a little quiet. It didn't last long though - the pleasure and knot developing in your abdomen were impossible to ignore, igniting the lust in your soul. Your palm squeezed his hand, and other one wrapped around his neck as he kept on thrusting into you. Soon, you were moaning for him like all those whores you've heard about from your friends visiting public houses.
"You're a good girl. My dear priestess. You will be the only person to ever experience this," Khonshu murmured as he began to move his hips carefully while still stroking your belly with his calloused palm.
You looked at his face; the man whose body the god was using was dangerously handsome, with dark, brown eyes and fluffy, dark hair. "Kiss me," you whispered.
He couldn't say no to you, so he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he quickened his pace.
With a loud moan and overwhelming dizziness, you rolled head back when the kiss broke and let him fuck you the way he wanted. You wrapped your legs around his waist to guide him deeper into your dripping cunt.
He continued to fuck you hard and deep, kissing you on the neck. "My tiny priestess. You're taking good care of your god."
Holding tightly onto his neck, you moaned loudly. "Can we, ah! Try some else? I want to be on top."
Khonshu chuckled proudly before flipping you both over so you were on top of him. His hands were pressed against your hips, squeezing the tender flesh.
You began rolling your hips, smacking them back and forth, resting both hands against his broad chest, quietly moaning whenever his cock hit the right spot within you. "It feels divine, so good."
"Good. Excellent work. Please me, little priestess," Khonshu praised you, moving his body slightly to match your movements.
You increased your movements, moaning louder and louder. After leaning forward, you placed your palm to one of his cheeks and kissed him deeply, your tongues dancing together in a slow, passionate dance. "I feel so full, it's unbelievable."
"This is insignificant. I will continue to fill you up, little human. You'll be so full of me that you'll never forget how it feels," Khonshu assuredly moved his hand to your clitoral region. He began to play with your bundle of nerves, watching your reaction.
Your curses filled the chamber; your head rolled back and your pace quickened. His clit teasing didn't help at all, it only heightened the sensation. With a loud scream, the knot in your abdomen ruptured, and incredible wetness floated down, coating his member still buried within your tight cunt. "Oh, fuck!"
Khonshu continued to praise you while thrusting into you in order to quickly fill your nice, tight cunt with his hot load. He used all of his strength to flip the two of you again, to pick up the pace even more, chasing his own release; he hadn't felt so needy and desperate in centuries. When your pussy was still clenching around his shaft rhythmically, his cock throbbed painfully, triggering his orgasm, and he spilled all of his warm seed deep into you with nothing but a curse rolling off his parted lips. ”Fuck. Fantastic. My precious, little priestess. You made your god happy."
You tried to raise your body to kiss him once again. The wetness in you was unbearable and you didn't really want to move to not get rid of the pleasant feeling of warmth and thickness.
While returning the kiss, he almost purred into it. His arm wrapped around your waist with a soft hum, his hand gently tucking some of your hair behind your ear, and he grabbed your chin to take one more good look at you. "You're a lovely, little thing. Even though it was your first time, you did not let me down."
"Did I do well, my Lord?" You asked in a soft tone, putting your head to his chest; his cock still buried in you. "You've made me the happiest person alive, my Lord. I'm grateful and I will never forget it. Can I just have one question?"
"What is it, my beautiful?”
"Can you take me with you? I will give my life to serve you in the afterlife."
"This isn't going to happen," he said simply, playing with your hair. "There are some things I need to take care of myself. Besides, I require the presence of my priestess here."
"My Lord, will I ever see you again then? Or was I daydreaming?"
"If you serve me well, priestess, I will visit you again, and you weren't daydreaming, I assure," Khonshu said as he kissed your cheek. "You are mine now."
"I've been yours since the day I was born, my Lord," you shivered, grumping quietly at the emptiness as he pulled his dick out. As quickly as possible, you put your robes on, gaze lowered to not bother Khonshu.
Khonshu slowly sat up and began gathering his belongings in preparation for dressing up. "Are there any more requests, little one?"
"How could I request anything from you, my Lord? Your wisdom and presence is the best thing that happened to me, my Lord Khonshu. I, your faithful priestess, will preach your word even harder."
"And this shall grant you my visit again," Khonshu's laughter spilled all over the chamber.
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Marc awoke in his bed, perplexed as he had never been before. He was uneasy and felt bad in general.
He remembered going to see Khonshu's followers, but there was a gap in his memory. "Khonshu! What the fuck?! How come I can't remember anything!"
The god appeared, sitting on the bed, holding the staff. "We came across my followers, led by a dedicated, young priestess. What did you expect?"
"That I will remember a fucking thing!" Marc growled loudly.
"We took part in a little ritual. Don't bother yourself with that. Did you rest?"
"I guess," Spector muttered, rubbing his forehead. ”Shall I be worried?"
"Why?"
"I have no recollection of anything. Who knows what you did while in control of my body."
"Who do you take me for, Marc? Have you forgotten? Your body is mine, you agreed to that on your own."
"Still, you took control of my body and played with it like a puppet," Marc shrugged and flopped back onto the bed, slipping hands under his head.
"As I said, your body belongs to me. And if you only saw her," Khonshu said quietly to himself. "We'll get back there eventually. To keep my followers focused, I must remind them from time to time who they worship."
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mykinkyyandere · 2 years
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How about some Yandere Khonshu (Moon God)?? Pleaseeee
Revealing
AO3
Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Khonshu X gn!Reader
Warnings: Yandere, dark, obsession, possession, controlling, manipulating, stalking, isolating, kidnapping, forcing into a relationship, lying, breaking bones, slight violence, fainting
A/N: This is more about how you met and how he got involved in your life.
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When Khonshu saw you, he couldn't help but interested in you. You confused him so much. Why would he care about you? Marc has a special interest in you, and that's probably why.
The way you smile when you talk with Marc, the way you get excited and jump as you walk with him, the way you lean and hug him when he gives you flowers... Everything you do affects him. At first he's convinced he's thinking about you because you're someone who has a love affair with Marc, but as time passes, he gets jealous of you from Marc and gets into violent arguments with him. That's when he realizes he wants you all to himself.
He hates it when Marc is in love with you, he hates it when he strokes your hair and makes you close your eyes, he hates it when he holds your hand. He wants so badly to break his hand... And he does. He breaks Marc's hand, but then heals him with his powers. Marc is damn aware of Khonshu's interest and goes crazy, but as Khonshu said, there's nothing he can do. He can't stop him.
When he feels that Marc is being too close to you, he blows things around. But he regrets it when he sees you're so scared and crying. He doesn't want you to fear him and have misconceptions about him. But Marc manipulates you by taking advantage of his mistakes. Khonshu, of course, takes his revenge by destroying Marc's house later.
He follows you everywhere before talking to you. You feel something behind you and turn around. You don't see anyone, but he's right in front of you. You keep your hands on your chest and look around in horror. It becomes his duty to stalk everything you do and everywhere you go. But before you completely fall in love with Marc, he decides to reveal himself to you.
For the first time, he had doubts about his appearance. What if you don't like him or if he's too scary for you? Quite a different image compare to your pure human body. He won't be surprised if you don't want him, but he doesn't care. Don't like and fear him as much as you want, you will eventually be his and you'll get used to him over time.
When he reveals himself to you, you get so scared, as he predicted. So scared that you even faint. Your fainting surprises him, he didn't expect it. The fact that you are so weak and sensitive gives him a different feeling, he likes it.
He takes you to your home and puts you in bed. He doesn't show himself. He only talks to you when you wake up. It's okay, don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you, I just want to know you better. He speaks to you softly and patiently. He makes you like him a little no matter how long it takes. He even makes you feel bad. You know about me through Marc. I want to meet you but you reject me because I look scary to you.
You apologize but he silences you and says it's okay. People's minds are sensitive, especially a mind of a fragile person like you. When he shows himself to you, you're not afraid like the first time. He stops and asks your permission to sit next to you. His thoughtful behavior makes you smile and you let him. He talks to you for hours. He tries to learn about you more as much as possible and enjoys your tiny little presence.
At first you think he's amazing. You get along very well and become friends, just as he wanted. He manipulates you in such a way that you get angry when Marc finds out you're talking to him and tells you to stay away from him. You're being unfair to him. Marc knows how much he manipulated you.
No matter how much he yells at Khonshu and tries to beat him, even kill him, he can't do anything. As Khonshu slowly creeps into your life, he tries to show you the truth, but you don't believe him. You say he's obsessed. Like Khonshu said, he's obsessed with you and a total red flag.
Khonshu learns everything about you and controls you without you noticing. The people around you, your job, where you're going, what do you like, are you safe... He doesn't give you any doubts, saying he knows the dangers that people don't understand and he's protecting you. Eventually you will be completely isolated.
By the time you realize that he is the real red flag, it's too late for anything. He closes all the doors and windows at the same time, the furniture shakes, you hear his mad voice from all sides. "You cannot leave me."
He doesn't let you call Marc and tells Marc that you're so happy together, you never want to see him again. You think he'll believe Khonshu and give up on you so you cry desperately, but Khonshu knows that Marc doesn't believe him. He'll try to take you no matter what. But he won't be able to take you away from him. You belong to him.
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foli-vora · 2 years
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talking shadows
khonshu x f!reader, unnamed m!character x f!reader
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a/n: yep. won't feel shame for this one lmao. i lost my tag list for this so i'm sorry about that! enjoy x
word count: 1.6k
warnings: swearing, smuttt 18+ only. voyeurism/exhibitionism, fingering, protected p in v, bit of degradation, smidgen of praise, orgasm denial, i just want to be called 'little one' by a moon god ok????
lovingly dedicated to my partner in birdman lust @wheresarizona
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It’s often that you find yourself bathed in moonlight, kissed by its soft familiar presence hanging amongst the stars. The cover of night and the beauty of the moon provided solace, peace… but what once provided comfort for you and your tangled mind, now felt tainted, stolen.
It’s often that you find yourself bathed in moonlight, though it’s now a rare occurrence to do so without the tiresome presence now seemingly tangled permanently into your existence.
Well, permanently until he deemed you no longer worthy of his so-called ‘gift’. Used; eaten and spat out like an off meal, and you were meant to feel grateful for it, thankful—thankful that he chose you out of an ocean of other bland human beings for the job of delivering justice by his fist and protecting those ‘travelling in the night’.
Fuck him.
No.
Not tonight. Tonight was yours, his justice be damned.
Your thoughts of him falter when lips press messily against your throat, the blunt edge of teeth nipping softly at your flesh until the skin feels raw. It’s a nice enough distraction from the usual blood and violence of your nights. It’s just enough to calm the edge of anxiety stewing in the back of your mind.
“You look bored, little one.”
Ignore him. Ignore him.
His low chuckle fills the darkened room and it sends a rush of bitterness through you, your mood darkening at the sudden appearance of him. Why now?
Your eyes open, automatically drawn to the shadow lounged comfortably in the armchair in the corner, one long leg thrown over the arm and the other stretched out in front of him. Make yourself at home, asshole.
The familiar skull tilts towards you in vague interest, wrapped fingers drumming a rhythm against the fabric of the seat only you could hear.
“The primitive urges of humans never fails to amuse me. Look at you. Are you always this desperate?”
Hot fury builds in your chest and you bite back your retort, curling into the hands that tug your shirt up and off your body. Chapped lips press against the new skin revealed, hands brushing along the band of your bra until his fingers meet the clasp. With the twist of his fingers it comes free and you shrug it from your body with a twist of hope that your unashamed nudity will send the god off to wherever he usually disappears to.
It quickly dies when the god remains in the chair, his attention on you and completely unbothered as the chill from the open window hardens your nipples. Your body wants to shy away, to curl in and hide from the attention so focused on you from across the room, but you don’t.
Some shameful, deeply buried part of you screams it—let him watch, let him see you.
Your jeans are torn away, your underwear quickly following as they land in a quiet heap on the floor, mixing with the clothes he sheds and throws away. The heat of his skin melts into yours, feeling like fire through the chill settling in the room and still—your audience watches with a barely there tilt of his skull.
The hands that roam your body are eager, rushed, and your whimper echoes softly through the room when fingers smooth along your slit, gathering the build up of arousal and smoothing it over you before dipping softly into your cunt once, twice, and soon a second digit joins it, leisurely thrusting and stretching your pussy.
“You like that, baby? Does that feel good?”
“No, it doesn’t.” The god states it confidently with a tinge of amusement, almost taunting in the way he tempts you to argue with him, daring you to speak up and tell him he’s wrong. 
You rock against the fingers moving in and out of you, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as your brows deepen to concentrate on the feeling, desperate to prove him wrong. He is wrong. This is fine. 
“The human knows nothing. Tell him how you really like it.”
Fuck. Ignore him.
He chuckles, the breeze carrying it to your ears as the moon shines in through the window and it sinks through your system, settling low and heavy in your gut. 
Unable to focus on the fingers thrusting mercilessly in and out of you, your hands fly to push the hand away and force him onto his back, quickly swinging your leg over his hips and settling over his thighs. It barely takes a minute to tear through the small foil packet and roll the condom over his cock before you shift and sink down on it, his low drawn out groan filling the room.
It takes a moment for you to adjust to the feel of him filling you, not exactly ready with the limited foreplay you received, but you push through the slight discomfort, giving a slow experimental grind of your hips and relishing in the way his cock drags along the walls of your cunt before finding a comfortable pace.
“Come now, little one. This is pitiful. Show me what you can do, unless this is all you have to offer.”
It’s the condescending note in his words that seem to hit you the hardest. You have half a mind to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, but the harsh words melt away on your tongue.
With a thrill shooting along your spine, you realise you like it, and resentment buds in your core. You hate that it lights a fire in you, hidden in the dark depths of your being—the rise to meet a challenge, the will to prove yourself, to impress.
He wants a show? Fine. You’ll give him one.
And so you start to move in earnest, bouncing faster and slamming yourself back down against the hips beneath you, the thick cock sliding against your walls nudging that sweet spot just fucking right with every heavy drop of your ass.
The lewd slap of flesh fills the room, mixing with the soft noises falling from your throat and your hand curls around one of your tits, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging harshly at a nipple.
The sharp jolt of pain shoots through you and you moan louder, repeating the motion and bathing in the sting.
“That’s it,” the deep rumble brings goosebumps along your skin as you move, your cunt clenching from the familiar timbre of it, “pay him no mind. Take what you need.”
Your fingers find your clit easily as you fuck yourself on the cock filling you, the rough pads circling firmly over the stiffened nub in desperate need to build upon the heat already churning in the depths of you.
You feel the tightening in your core build with every quick flick of your fingers over your clit, the whisper of shame creeping along your shoulders at your predicament. It’s easy enough to ignore with the haze filling your mind, the overwhelming flood of heat winding along your nerves until it rests heavy at the base of your spine.
So close. So fucking close.
It’s there—you can practically taste it, your body tensing and writhing and hungry for the flood of bliss—
“No.”
It’s both maddening and interesting with how quickly your body responds to the god’s simple word, despite your brain screaming at you to ignore him.
Your orgasm holds at his demand, keeping your body wound and tight until sweat starts to slide down your temple, your fingers still circling, circling, in search of that blissful end.
But it’s right there. Ignore him.  Just a little more—
“You think you own this body?”
Your jaw tightens but you make no comment. A part of you wants to fight it, to say that your body is your own and he can just fucking deal with it. Your body will never be his. It will never—
“Make no mistake, little one. This body is mine.”
You feel it in the way your body reacts to his words, submissive and obedient, waiting for his simple command to jump from the ledge you keep yourself dancing so precariously along.
Surely just another circle of your fingers will be enough to push past the limit; more pressure, something—
No. Your climax holds, and your clit throbs, aching painfully from the constant stimulation. It wouldn’t happen without his say so, and somewhere deep in you relishes in your firm obedience. Would he be pleased? You hate how you arch at the possibility, dizzy with the need to hear even a mere few words of praise come from the god. 
“Please—”
He hums, low and long. You feel him move, the cool air of the room shifting. The weight of his stare rests heavily along your nerves and you swear you feel the scrape of something sharp, pointed, run along your shoulder, igniting fire beneath your skin where it trails before he answers your plea with a single word—
“Now.”
It hits with a flash of blinding light, stars dancing behind your lids as your body crashes in on itself, the choked moan from the man below you barely cutting through the roar of blood through your ears as your cunt tenses and flutters with the strength of your climax.
You jolt with each further brush over your sensitive clit, your fingers wringing the last licks of pleasure from your core before it becomes too much for you to handle.
Your chest heaves with each quick, sharp inhale; the heavy thud of your heart hammering against your ribcage as the presence lingering over you swells, the feel of what you’re sure is the point of his beak disappearing from where it had been ghosting along your skin.
“You did well, little one.”
He’s gone when you open your eyes.
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Please can i get a crumb of khonshu with a trans boyfriend? Some fluffiness some cuddling is all that i ask
Khonshu x ftm reader
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Want nothing more than to suffocate this dude in the best way possible, tsk
I added more than just cuddling hope you enjoy lmao.
You became Khonshus avatar on accident. Its up to you if this is before or after Marc and co. One thing led to another, you were dying in an alleyway in Cairo, and that alleyway had apparently been built on top one of his temples.
Soon you were stuck with the bird headed God, who seemed a little too into crushing people’s windpipes for the most minor insult or transgression against him.
He didn’t know you were trans in the beginning, as it had little meaning to him whatever your identity was.
It was when you wore your binder for too long or during missions and it started hurting you that he noticed though. How you would wheeze and cough and rub at your ribs.
Him being a god he can probably feel whatever the hurt is to heal it, but he couldn’t heal this one as it wasn’t actually a wound but something you were doing to yourself.
This led to many arguments between the two of you as he wanted you to stop binding as it harmed you, and you had to explain to him why it was so important to you.
Khonshu complains regularly about humanities brainless ways when it comes to gender and sexuality. You can regularly hear him grumbling to himself how humanity has gone backwards because at least back in the day you could love the same gender.
It makes you happy that at least he respects you, though you swear your binders go missing when you have been binding for too long or for too many days without a break.
At some point the conversation turns to how safe binding works, and after you start to notice how your missions as the moon knight always has at least one day a week empty, and your missions don’t take longer than 8 active hours without a break.
When or if you get top surgery Khonshu will complain but not actually be against it. He tells you that it won’t be an excuse to rest as his knight, as he will heal it right after and he won’t let you slack off.
He uses his weird godly magic that he also heals you with to make your body produce testosterone since getting it was an issue as you traveled the world for your missions.
You realize that mission that involve transphobes go up, which makes you pleased as you can finally hand their ass to them for being so horrible towards people who are just themselves.
As you and Khonshu grow closer it becomes easier to talk to him about issues that come with being trans, and though he’s blunt and sometimes rude about it, he listens and gives his own version of advice.
He rages when people make transphobic comments at you, telling you to kill them then and there for disrespecting his knight like that.
With really realizing he makes the moon knight suit fit however feels most gender euphoric to you.
You tease him about being a secret softy on the inside, which he takes as an insult.
When the two of you get together it continues like normal, though there is more touching involved.
Though he becomes less harsh in his comments when it comes to you, but seems to become crueler towards anyone he sees as not worthy of you or your company.
He brings you gifts, which may be a little weird, like ancient amulets, rings, and clothes. But he preens when you wear it, especially the special jewelry that represent himself.
What surprises you a lot is that the big pigeon is a cuddler, apparently being a banished god for so many years leads to quite the touch starvation
So, most nights when you aren’t out being moon knight, your cuddling in your bed, which is the biggest size on the market to fit the gods size.
Khonshu will typically curl around you like a cat, ending with you against his chest as you do whatever on your phone or talk.
Since he is a god Khonshu has no need for sleep, and will just lay awake holding you and listening to you breath and feel your heartbeat.
Sometimes though, you’ll lay with his head on your chest, though this can be kinda messy to do since he is so large compared to you, but you make it work.
He loves when you rub your hand up and down his back, or rub his beak or around his eye sockets.
He would massage your hands and legs when you cuddle, making some off hand comment about it being good for blood circulation which would make you a more effective knight, though in reality he just wants to touch you.
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𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 (𝟐)
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jake lockley x fem! reader & khonshu
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ spare key (1)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ my usual shit
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  IM A FUCKING PROPHET I WROTE THIS SATURDAY AND IF YOU WATCHED EP 6 OF MOONKNIGHT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY I AM SAYING THIS
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“What?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, your entire body tensed. 
“Awe, it’s okay doll.” He consoled you resting his hand in the middle of your back, he pressed another kiss to the top of your head. 
“I don’t understand.” Even though it was Jake, and you honestly weren’t sure why he had come in and pretended to be Marc, and lied about not knowing Marc the night before you still needed to gain some sort of trust with him. So, you snuggled your head into his neck. 
“Ya see, Marc and Sean wanna live a life without Khonshu. They’ve openly expressed this too many fucking time to count. They are not the only decision makers in this body, so when he needs work done that’s gonna be my job so they are not bothered with the burden. One day they’ll turn around, change their minds. ‘specially Marc, he can’t stand peace.” Jake laughed at the end of his statement. 
“But Marc and Steven,” you put emphasis on his name, “are still in a deal with whoever that is.” You truly never got who Khonshu was explained to you. All you knew was that Marc owed him basically his life and that he had to do his dirty work for him, consequently that meant Steven was dragged along. 
Jake chuckled, “True, but, there’s a chance they could get out of it, so for now I give them a little tiny chunk and I take the rest so that they might reconsider and even if they don’t I know what I’m doing.” He could feel your heavy breathing even though you masked your inner feelings on the outside.
“So you’re the safe guard in this whole ordeal?” You could feel Jake’s hand going up and down your back. 
“Exactly princess, I’m just out until I’m not needed for Khonshu’s bidding. Then your little schedule will return to normal.” Jake took his other hand and smoothed out your hair, he felt you jump a little at the contact. 
“So, why are you out now?” You knew deep down, though you were never told explicitly, that Khonshu’s bidding included murder. So the uncontrolled fear you had right now, especially after Jake said what he said was that he was going to kill you. 
“They don’t know about me, so I’m not involved with the weekly plan ‘round here. I just wanted to pop in, tell ya the truth. I get why those two morons are so attached to ya though. I didn’t wanna do my job last night, I just wanted to stay and be with you.” You could hear sincerity in his voice but you weren’t sure whether you could believe him or not. 
“You’re out right now just to see me and tell me the truth? Nothing else?” You had to hear from him that this wasn’t going to turn into one of the men waking up in their own body next to you dead. 
“God, you gonna make me spell it out? I missed you, and you needed to know some stuff.” His voice raised at the beginning of his sentence and lowered the longer he spoke. 
“Jake, you’re not gonna kill me are you?” You could feel your voice shake holding onto him a little tighter holding your breath. 
“No! Of course not,” He laughed and squeezed you back, “I do need to ask something of you though.” His lips were at the shell of your ear now, you could feel his breath trickling down the side of your neck. 
“What’s that?” You relaxed in his hold after you heard that he needed to make a deal with you, that ensured your current safety more than him saying he wasn’t going to kill you. 
“Don’t tell Marc or the other one that I exist, if you do it’ll be a whole thing. Just super avoidable honestly.” He made his case quickly, though his voice didn’t rise above a whisper. 
“Only if you keep this body safe and let me know it’s you when it’s you. No more funny business Jake. If you’re gonna be here, tell me.” The idea of lying to the two people you loved most hurt, but you knew it would hurt worse and cause them more issues if they knew that Jake existed. Steven had already had a hard enough time realizing Marc was real. And even though Marc loved Steven like a brother, the fact that he couldn’t live without him scared Marc and made him feel a little crazy. They were just starting to get along better and make boundaries, you couldn’t ruin that for them. Plus Jake wasn’t doing anything inherently awful towards the two of them. 
“Really? That’s it. Damn, I thought I was really gonna have to make you promise,” He sighed in relief, Jake genuinely didn’t wanna cause you harm or make you do things you didn’t want to but if worse came to worse he would, “but alright, deal.”
“I’ll still be cleaning the white hoodie by the way, Marc will be infuriated if it’s covered in blood, he will also be suspicious and concerned.” You joked with Jake a little pulling back from his hold. 
“Does that mean?” He let you go and you sat up taking hair out of your face. 
“That you’re cleaning up the broken bowl in the living room? Yes. We made a deal, see if it would’ve really been  Marc I would say give him the body and let him clean it up but since it was you go get the broom Hyde.” Jake laughed at you a little before sitting up and stretching. 
Right when you thought everything was all settled and done with the proper arrangements made you turned your head and let out a scream of terror scooting back towards Jake quickly. 
“What’s wrong?” Jake immediately didn’t know how to react other than to hold onto you and move slightly in front of you.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” You took a pillow off your bed and threw it at the thing you saw standing next to your dresser. 
“Khonshu,” Jake spoke to him like that was his friend, “you got more work for me?” Khonshu had his beak pointing down looking at the pillow that had just hit his body. 
“THAT’S KHONSHU?!” You were still screaming, this was worse than figuring out about Jake, this was so much worse. 
“You can see me?” Khonshu was now looking directly at you, with Jake loosening his grip, but yours was still tight on him. 
“NoO I just threw that at the wall for no reason.” Your sarcasm was enough to make Jake snicker under his breath as he observed the interaction. 
“You have sight, you can see beyond what other mortals can. Your capacity for knowledge outside of this Earth is vast.” Khnoshu ignored your sarcasm, still surprised at the new discovery before him.
“I’d rather not.” You closed your eyes and shook your head letting go of Jake. 
“I’m afraid you have no choice, but I am glad that they have found you. The rarity of a human like you is to be protected at all costs.” Khonshu moved his beak inches each time looking between you and Jake. 
You counted the names on your fingers just to make sure you were right, “There’s four of you now?” 
“Yes, but you mustn’t let stupid and Marc know that you can see me for the time being. I will let you know when the time is right.” Khonshu spoke, he and Jake were similar, they were okay with you knowing of their existence, they just didn’t want the other half of this group to know. 
“So you’re gonna be around and you want me to pretend like I don’t hear or see a giant mummified bird?” Khonshu gave you a slow nod. 
“Look at you go, you’re special.” Jake kissed your temple before getting out of bed. 
“I suspect that the two of us will become closer as time moves forward, I expect nothing from you. It’s just pleasant to be seen.” Khonshu stepped forward away from the wall and you assumed he was going to follow Jake out the door. 
This was only going to get weirder..
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙣
Summary: After being alive for 20.000 years alonsgide your brothers, losing one, losing your parents,your home and Thanos snapping everyone, you were ready to take a break from everything. While having a different identity and a somehow normal life, you couldn't have guessed that a shy, Egyptian nerd would come to ask for your help which eventually led you to meet with someone you thought had betrayed you.
A/N: HOLY FUCK, GUYS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!! I didn't think people would love this content. I was aware that there was a lavk of Goddess!Reader x Khonshu work but reader actually being Thor and Loki's elder sister? I seriously rhought people wouldn't read and now, it has over 500 notes!! Thanks so much for your support and THERE WILL BE A THIRD AND ALSO LAST PART! MAYBE, >'D SHARE SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED AFTER THE ENDING! Share your thoughts with me and hood readings!
Pairings: Khonshu x Goddess!Reader( romantic); Steven Grant x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Marc Spector x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Jack Lockley x Goddess!Reader( Platonic); Layla El-Faouly x Goddess!Reader( Platonic)
Part 1, Part 3, Part 4
Tagging: @justyourwritter69 @bibli0thecary @christineblood @bI6o6dy @fantasttick
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"Khonshu..?"
"My Love..."
Looking right in front of you and lifting your head, the one your soul seeked to have was right there. Bandaged hand being raised as if to protect you, staff held thightly. Arthur seemed to realize that he was right in front of you since he couldn't exactly move towards you anymore and smirked knowingly, malice evident.
"Is he standing in front of you? Protecting you? Good thing that he eventually came but don't you think it's a little late?"
Growling at what he said, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden sight of your supposed-to-be-husband, you took Marc's and Layla's hands into yours and started to run out of the shop. Racing to their car, Arthur yelled after you, knowing very well that the seed of doubt is now planted deep in your heart.
" You know better than anyone to trust the Moon, the one that changes all night! You're the ever standing one and he will change!"
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"HOW IN THE NINE REALMS DID YOU MANAGE TO RUIN MY PEACE IN LESS THAN 20 MINUTES?!"
"Uh... Ma'am-"
"DON'T! THAT'S WHY I DECIDED TO NOT TO DEAL WITH HUMANITY FOR SOME TIME!"
Sighing angrily and throwing your hands around, you panted hard and grabbed the table next to you harshly, knuckles turning white and panting as if you had just ran a marathon. You were a mess, both inside and out. Two humans came, almost got you killed, then tou had to deal with a psycho and now were hiding in an old building with protection sigils around the walls. Looking at each of them, you thanked your mother who taught you magic since you were her one and only daughter who probably got the magic trick. Even in your anxious state you couldn't help but remember what you had with your mother and brother Loki, since you two were her only two children that had knack at magic...
Running through the halls of the palace with your hand holding Loki's thighter, you stopped behind a pillar and yanked him to yourself to hide from the guards. Giggling at your brave attempt at stealing his favorite meal, Loki nudged at your arm to let you look at him. Turning and giving the meal to him happily, you two began to chat while sitting on a bench that saw the fountain in your home.
"I can't believe you just stole something! What if something happens?! It's not what a princess should-"
"Well, I'm not an ordinary one! One day, We all will fight should-to-shoulder and I need to be prepared!"
Munching on the meat while swinging your little legs happily, Loki looked at you strangely which made you raise brow in question. Loki always looked up at you, bot he and Thor did. You were their second mother, always being there for them when training would take a toll on Thor and people whispering about him became too much for Loki to handle. He was used to being looked down or not being acknowledged at all but with you? He felt like he was the most important person in all of the universe which... made some very petty fights to happen between the two brothers.
Which was the case again.
"Loki... Is there something you're not telling me with the fight with Thor? 'Cause I feel like there is..."
He grumbled under his breath and turned to his side to not to let you see him blush in embarresment. It was really childish maybe, at least to others, but was wanting your attention really that wrong that Thor almost punched him?
"I know that you want to spend your time with me but... Thor is also my brother and he deserves my time as much as you do."
"Doesn't he already have enough?"
Raising your brows in shock and gasping loudly, Loki face palmed and moved to stand up and run away. You were faster than him though, so before he could take a run for it, you grabbed his arm and looked at his eyes.
You always knew how people treated your little brother. He didn't look like you and Thor, he was more like a naughty boy than a prince to most but inside, he was just a boy who was scared of thunders. He was just a little kid that seeked his parents' and sister's attention and wanted to make them proud. He was just another boy who wanted his father to acknowledge him...
Twisting you brows in sympathy, you hugged him thightly to yourself and whispered the words that he wouldn't forget even if thousands of years would pass by.
"Loki, you don't have to be anyone else. You don't even have to compete with Thor. Even if I love him, you've been always the apple of my and our mother's eye... Father doesn't have to approve of you, you are already the best for us..."
While Loki was busy hugging you thightly, a certain God of Moon was watching your interaction fondly while creating new constalletions. Humming slowly to himself, he looked at his staff then at you and waved it just for you.
"My ever kind love... Your kindness definetly deserves a star that humanity would forever remember... Not that they can even shine better than you..."
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"We're trully sorry, Y/N... We didn't know he would find us even then and-"
"Tell me Steven, Marc, whoever is there... Is Khonshu here right now?"
They couldn't see your face but the cold and empty tone of your voice sent shivers to their bodies. Your neck looking down at the ground while your long nails were tapping the wooden table patiently but to them, it sounded nothing like that. More like a click of a clock that was counting the time until their death.
When you turned your head to look at them out of the corner of your eye sharply, you saw that Steven was fidgeting anxiously while looking up at the corner of the room. You smirked to yourself silently, thinking that you made Marc kinda, lowkey, scared of yourself enough that Steven had to come out. Bad choice, you thought, the man was a sweet one and you kinda started to have a soft spot for both of them. You really didn't want to scare them but if that was what needed to be done, then so be it.
"So Do I not mean even the slightest to you that you wouldn't show yourself, Khonshu? You were pretty quick to do so before though..."
Khonshu hummed under his breath angrily, not liking how you put yourself down and how your voice sounded. All the time he was being imprisoned, he dreamt of having you between his arms again. To love and cherish you, finally getting married to you and possibly living a good life...
Your cold attitude and angry self weren't what he expected...
Marc, and Steven, watched in amazement since the God didn't make you repeat yourself and showed himself. Bandages swinging back and forth like a cape, staff in his hand, Khonshu was looking down at you with what seemed like a lovesick and almost dumb aura. He could feel that his very grace, his soul, his whole existence was screaming to just lounge at you and crush you in his embrace. He didn't even think about the image he had to uphold, being the cold and merciless God when it came to criminals, but fuck it all, he waited for many centuries for this-
Layla screamed in fear when you threw a strong punch and kick at his head suddenly which sent him miles away. When she finally had the courage to look at you closely, probably to calm you down and scold you, what she saw shocked her and she couldn't help but put a soft hand on your shoulder with sympathy in her eyes.
Your eyelids were almost red, probably from holding yourself back from crying and your nose was scrunched up as if you were in misery, as if someone just stabbed you and were now twisting the knife deeper inside you. Hand shaking because of anger, you jumped up high to land on where he exactly was.
You were not done, you wouldn't be done before you at least took out all your pent up anger, sadness and tiredness. You always blamed yourself for his sudden disappearance, thought that you did something wrong. Was my words too much for him? Did he not really care about me? Did he just... want to get me on his bed? Was I just time way to pass some time?
Growling at him, you summoned your dagger to point it right at his chest, burning the bandages slightly. Khonshu didn't do anything to stop you, he knew you were hurt... Hurt because of him. He was aware that maybe, leaving you wasn't the right way to protect you. Looking up at you, he raised a hand to touch your leg tenderly, pointer finger creating goosebumps in their path. You cursed at him for knowing the effect it had on you, it used to get you excited and calm but right now?
You just wanted to punch the skull so hard it would twist mid-air mindlessly.
"Where the fuck have you been, Khonshu? Watching from the sidelines again?"
"My Moon, I-"
"Don't. I no longer am yours... And Layla, Steven... You can come out..."
Sighing disappointedly, you fixed your clothes and walked away from where they were. You could sense that they were watching you, trying to understand what was going on inside your mind.
But even you didn't understand... You will never do, you were broken beyond repair .
"Okay, what the fuck just happened? She just threw you away like a rag doll and you did nothing! Besides, what's that with her being your wife!? Isn't she a Norse Goddess?"
"Steven, the real question is... She was supposed to be happy to see him but, she was ready to kill him... You didn't see the look on her face but I did and it was... of a broken woman who was let down by someone she cared about.."
Looking at the deity before them, Layla had a pretty judging look in her eyes. She didn't know what exactly happened but, she could understand your pain in a way. When she first saw the divorce papers, the feeling of dread filling her gut when she thought Marc wanted to get rid of her... She shook her head and went after you since she would be the only one you didn't get angry at.
Marc was having another crisis inside. He knew he wasn't supposed to trust you that easily, someone who could end lives but... It was odd that you really jumped on your supposedly husband, not out of joy rather than with the intention of hurting.
"What have you done to make her that angry, huh? Guess you're not the best-"
"I did what you had done, little worm... And that, wasn't the brightest idea..."
****
"Look, Sam, I know you are gonna get super mad but I did nothing!"
"Girl, what happened again?"
"What do you mean by 'again'?! It's not like I am creating havoc all the time!"
You kicked the stone before you while sighing out defeatedly. You were beating yourself up after what you had done but in your defense, he was the one who left you all alone without a single word. Right after your first time, even worse! Talking with Sam, who had became your annoying and dumb friend, was like a therapy session for you. No money, no shitty man with glasses trying to dive deep into your life... Just some free jokes and clouds all around!
"Look, Y/N... I understand you're angry-"
"More than angry! I'm fuming!"
"Okay, right. I really understand you but, don't you think there is something more? Like about his disappearance-"
"Sam... That's not only about him leaving me... That's about me, seeing him in the arms of another. And guess who it was?"
The Goddess of Love, none other than Hathor...
You knew she was kinda jealous of you. There were many Gods and Goddesses fighting for your hand in marriage and the love you used to share with Khonshu would of course make her sour. You were sad, at that time. Young, confused, and slightly hurt since you couldn't find the one who made you see starts, literally. And wandering from Hall to Hall, instead of beaming with joy... You saw him hug her, craddle her as if she was a fragile thing, making your heart shudder to the ground and Asgard's sky fill with clouds...
Not aware that the one who was breaking apart was you.
"Sam, I understand that you want me to have a happy life but you know, my family is dead, my home is destroyed, there is a crocodile lady who's trying to destroy the world and I'm dealing with a man who has 3 alters and my ex while missing my kids so excuse me If I sound petty but I've all the right to be like that."
"Okay, okay, you're right. But don't worry about the kids, me and Luna are having a great time by acting like Cindirella that you're a fat loser for missing this. Right, Luna!"
"Yes, mama! Go and kick some bad guy asses!"
Knitting your brows angrily, yet trying to conceal your giggling, you created a little light version of your kids together between your palms.
"Sam, tell Buck to not to swear in front of the kids."
"Well, I'll try but... are you gonna help them? Will you be fine?"
"I don't wanna go through the same ' don't kill me but make me stronger' anymore, I'd actually prefer the opposite but I guess I have no other choice..."
"But... Uh, try to look at it in a better way: You could have woken up with no powers one day and you're one hell of a strong woman! I'm sure you'll do something with it... If you need help, don't hesitate to call and try not to kill him!"
"No promises!"
Not listening to his protests, you put your phone away and with a hand move, you brought the woman who was listening to you close to yourself. Seeing her frightened state, you smiled sweetly at her and bounced her curls inside your hand. Feeling sorry for scaring her, you gave her a chocolate, the one she loved and twirled her hair between your fingers.
"Now, you kinda know why I did what I did..."
Nodding at you, not being sure how to approach this, she just sat there waiting for you to say anything.
"So... what's your story with Marc? It's been a long time since I had a talk with a woman with these kind of things."
Twirling the ring inside her palm, she started to tell you about her. She was sure Marc would scold the hell out of her for telling this much about themselves but, for some reasons, she trusted you more than anyone. She was right to think how she thought though, if you would've wanted to kill them, you would've done that a long time ago. You had limitless power which could end the world in a second.
Besides, you trully looked like a sweet woman and she enjoyed your presence already. It was like, being in a meadow, surrounded by different flowers and the soft wind while watching the sunset type of feeling.
" Oh darling, men and them, thinking that running away or pushing their loved ones away would solve everything magically..."
"Yeah, you tell me! The first time I saw him and he told me that he wasn't Marc, I was so ready to punch him!"
Laughing at your similar situations, you hugged from the side which surprised her. Not that she didn't like it but... She really loved it. It was as warm as a mother's hug and as sincere as a sister's, she widened her eyes at this and slided away from you, feeling like she betrayed her family in a way.
Understanding her and not wanting to make her more uncomfy, you stood up and helped her get up.
"So... Where are we going? You said that Harrow already has the beetle..."
"Uhh, Cairo actually? Apparently, her thomb is there and we need to find her before him-"
"That's why we should move ladies!"
Seeing Marc trudging to you two, you looked around to see if Khonshu was still around which Marc answered with.
"He isn't here. Said that he needed to do something..."
"When does he not... Anyways, you don't have to worry about going there and about the money kind of mundane things!"
"What do you- Holy Fuck, please do that more often."
Seeing themselves inside a very, very rich looking room, they both went to look at all the shiny things while you were smirking at yourself. Watching their reactions amused you and when a knock was heard from the door, you eased them and went to answer the door. Seeing the same old lady who helped you a lot, you also smiled in her way and told her that two people were staying in this room as your guests. Looking at the duo behind you, she smirked slyly and asked you something they couldn't really understand.
But by the grin you were sending at each of them whole pointing your finger to two of them and creating a heart shape, they felt their cheeks blush under your meaningfull look.
"Oh trust me, they're gonna stay here for the night~"
Sending the lady off, you opened a hidden wall behind the shelf and went inside. Taking several weapons you went out again and opened the balcony window to let the wind come inside. Looking at the Moon that started to shine slowly, you took big steps to the ledge when Marc stopped you.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"To talk with... Khonshu. There are a few things I need to talk with him. Don't worry, I'll make him let go of you for tonight!"
Winking at him, you almost tripped yourself and fell to the ground.
"I don't think a God who makes me kill people would listen but yeah, go on."
"Excuse me, he makes you do what?!"
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Khonshu, on the other hand, was sitting near a cliff, thinking deeply. He didn't understand the reason of your behaviour, he knew you could get childish sometimes, a part of you that he loved since it was contrasting to his yet adorable, but that would always be in a gentle way. You would never loose the twinkle that appeared whenever you saw him standing near somewhere, a twinkle that was even brighter than any star. Something that always brightened his dark thoughts, after all, he made stars shine like that just because of you.
To remember you even if he was being punished for it.
There was another reason why his heart was hurting, clenching painfully inside. Kids, you said. When did you have them? Did you forget him and moved on? Was this Buck the one you conceived them with? If so, then he definetly will need to find an original way to-
"YOU HAVE BEEN FORCING HIM TO KILL PEOPLE FOR YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU???!"
Marching up at him angrily with red fire on the end of your clothes, a sign that you were pissed, he tilted his head at you and stood up. It was a funny sight really, a 8 feet God and a Goddess that was barely over 5'5, call out to what he did to a mortal who wouldn't live past 80.
"I'm not gonna deny it, yes, I made him to ot but for a good reason. All of these were criminals, disgusting parasites..."
"Oh, so now, you're the judge of that? Who gave you the right?"
"I'm the vengeance, darling. It's what I-"
"If you call me with one more word of affection, I'll not be responsible for anything!"
Panting hard at him while pointing a finger at his chest, hitting him repeatedly, his chest ached. Not because of you but for you. The eyes he loved so much, the ones which would search everywhere for him, ones who would show kindness and compassion to everyone. Your hair that swayed with the wind, giving you an ethereal look which made him soar with utter ans unconditional love...
Now they were dull, your hair loosing its sparkle after all this time and all the fights you were in. Your eyes, being a hallow and shell of your previous ones. When he accepted to be banished, there was only one condition, one thing he wanted the most.
For you to be safe and not take a part in the wars that weren't yours...
"My Moon, please... It's been so long since I felt your presence..."
You could've punched him, threw his arm away but even if he was with another, showed care for someone that wasn't you... You loved him with everything you had and you still do and for that, you hated yourself.
Sniffling silently, you didn't do anything to stop him from caressing you. You smiled slightly and instinctively, your hand took a hold of his bandaged one, tightening your hold on it. You couldn't lie to him anymore, or to yourself in that matter.
You were still in love with him, just as strong as before.
"Why... Why did you use me like that? Why did you go after another? Why did you steal the Heart of Asgard?"
"My Star... I... I don't know, even if I'm a God, about what you're telling me. I never had my eyes on anyone other than you. It would burn my very soul to even think about another when I have the most amazing woman..."
Scrunching your face in confusion, you lifted your head to look at his eyes deeply. You wanted to get mad at him for even telling you that you were lying. You saw with you eyes, him hugging Hathor and your necklace which was known as the Heart of Asgard was on your neck when you and him slept...
You weren't delusional.
Looking at him sharply, you took several steps behind to avoid him but he took even more bigger ones towards you. He was confused, to say the least, about what you were saying. How could you even think he would be with another? Cherish them when you were the reason the sky always shined bright with the stars, the reason that everyone loved to look at it? Did something happen when he was gone?
Worried about what might have happened to you, he took a hold of your shoulders suddenly and came close to you.
"My Moon, what was the last memory of us that you remember?"
"The hell? Are you really making fun of me right now? Look, if you don't want-"
" There has never been anything or anyone I had wanted more in my existence but please, tell me. What was it?"
Seeing his urgency and panic, you didn't fight back anymore.
"The first and also the last time we had been... together. In the morning, you weren't there and I-I saw you with... with Hathor... You were hugging her and caressing her and I was there, watching helplessly, feeling used that I just-"
And finally, all the tears of your years of torture broke loose at remembering your last encounter with him. Hugging him thightly, you sobbed on his chest. You were sure that your face was red from crying out that loudly that you couldn't breathe. Feeling your chest tighten and panic rise, you looked at him frantically with fear in your irises. Your powers had always gone out of control when you felt things deeply. One time, you almost destroyed a realm because of this. Not wanting the same to happen, you looked at him to find a solution, to calm you with shaky eyes.
Seeing your state, he hurriedly gathered you between his arms, understanding what you wanted, he shushed you and cooed soft words into your ears sweetly. He felt his chest burn in pain with his every cell, seeing the muse of his creation so broken made him beat himself up for his decision of leaving you. He thought it was the best, you deserved so much more, like a human partner for one. You didn't deserve to deal with his childish attitude or the jealousy but you still sacrifaced so much for him, never even thinking of leaving. You were devoted to him and him only, creating a bond so strong yet admirable. You even gave up on your right to the throne just because your father told you that he wouldn't see your marriage as a real one.
Why did you sacriface so much for him?
"Shh, my love... I'll not let you get hurt now... I'm sorry I let it happen..."
"We could've been happy, Khonshu... We could've been a happy family together, why did you leave without a word?!"
Screaming at his chest painfully, Khonshu just broke apart right there at the mention of "we". If it was true then that meant the kids you always mentioned were... his...
"My Moon, is... Is it true? Are the kids you talked about really... ours?"
"What did you think? I only ever loved you, it was always you..."
Finally calming down, leaving the gasps only after your attack. You slumped back against his slender figure, breathing him in at peace that he was finally with you. The pain, longing, the hardships you had to endure while and after having your kids... All of them were worth it after having your prides and joys between your arms. Smiling softly yet tiredly at him, you felt the guilt gnawing at your heart. You frowned when you remembered how you yelled at him, how you didn't listen to him at all.
Tugging his hand to let it rest over your hips, you mumbled a sincere apology.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you like that... I should've listened to you..."
"For what it's worth, I'm so sorry, My Moon... I don't know who that was you saw as me but as long as the Sun and the Moon are on the sky, my love for you will embrace the whole universe."
Cooing at him and his love-filled words, you sat on his leg at threw your arms around him, crying at his shoulder not out of sadness but utter joy. He returned to your hug just as willingly and swayed you back and forth. He was shocked but happy that he had tiny versions of you, hoping that they didn't have a bird skull like he does, but felt even more like an ass at the fact that he left you all alone, practically pregnant. He wished to be present in their lives, he wanted to learn everything about them. What their first words were, how they took their first steps, what their favorite colour was... Even though he just learnt their existence, he already vowed to protect them with everything he had. He didn't want them to involve themselves with the Ennead since he was their father and there was a high chance that they were stronger than any of them, sure that the council would use them for their benefits.
But for now, he just wanted to listen to the stories you three created and what happened to you. Hearing him say this and seeing he already took up on the role of a father quickly, your heart soared deeply and with a huge smile on your face you began to tell every single one of them. In your excitement, you slipped a secret you've been keeping to yourself, even Bucky didn't know!
"And then, there was this one time when Zeus tried to approach me to you know what, and then Cyrus just striked him with a sun-whip! I had to go and make peace with them since we didn't need-"
"Zeus tried to... touch you?"
Looking at him with wide eyes, you stammered and immediately tried to stop him from going on a rampage. He was quite the possesive God, I mean once you told him this he answered with a glare as 'So you're seeing other Gods?' and you just let it there, and you didn't want to know what he would to the Olympos! Dammit I just made peace!
"D-darling, there is nothing going on anymore! He's way too scared of our son that he never did anything!"
"I'm proud of my boy but He will learn he can't touch what's mine! By the way... They don't have skulls like mine, right?"
I missed his possesiveness, you thought while fangirling inside. His way of claiming had always made you giggly but even after 20.000 years, it was a surprise that it still had the same effect on you.
But when the last part left him, you couldn't help but let out a high pitched crack at him while holding your stomach. You shook your head no, and in a way, tou could see where the questions was coming from. When you first learnt about your pregnancy, you feared that you'd have to give birth to a baby bird and even freaked out in several occasions that your mother just slapped the back of your head, telling that stress wasn't good on the baby.
"As much as I'm fawning over you, darling... I'd like to have some personal time with you, preferably alone."
Standing frozen for a few seconds, he completely forgot about his anger before and put his staff on the ground anxiously. Seeing him stumble in his steps made you cover your mouth to not to let him see you grinning widely. It all reminded you when he first came to you, all shy and cute, to ask for your permission to court you...
"Y/N Odinsdottir, your kindness and compassion blinds even the most genorous God here and the beauty and power you hold makes everyone lower to kneel before you. But I, only came here to stand next to you as your lover... I've hung the stars and the Moon for you every night to remember you... Please allow me to court you and cherish you!"
"Well, then my Moon... How about dancing in front of our Moon and Sun?"
Extending his hand out for you to take, he started to turn you around yourself and twirled you towards him, your back meeting his. The Moon shone brighter than usual, being content over its master's happiness.
He looked into your eyes. He let you down once, resulting in tragedy for both of you. He still didn't tell you about everything, the banishment and other... things but for now, he was happy to have you with himself. He knew that forgiving him would take time but he would give however time you wanted.
He just hoped that you'd forgive him.
"My Love, I don't ask you to forgive me so easily after what I had let happen to you and out little ones but... Just know that I left because I didn't want you to hate me like other Gods did... I just wanted to protect you from myself and what would come for loving me..."
"Silly God, have you ever thought that maybe you were hurting me by 'protecting me'? We're stronger together, remember? The Moon can't shine without the Sun..."
"And the Sun wouldn't have such a high purpose without its Moon, I remember."
Chuckling at how you confessed your love to him so suddenly all those years ago, you two laughed to your contents. You were sure Marc and Layla would've died on the spot at seeing the grump cat of a God laugh so freely but they were busy doing... what you and Khonshu were going to do.
Even when you eventually went somewhere to be one with Khonshu again after all those years, there was a sultry and sly voice at the back of your mind that always whispered to you when you talked to Harrow.
"If you want to know how to restore your home and bring your people, your brother back, come and find me Y/N Odinsdottir... So that we can build our own paradise..."
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Worried Bird
Pairing: Khonshu x GN! Reader
Requested?: Yes
Summary: Coming home after another mission, Khonshu appears and couldn’t help but worry for you. 
WC: 1.5k
Warning/s: swearing, mentions of injury, blood, cuts, bruises, drugs, lmk if I missed anything!
Note: tbh this looked like it turned out to be a crack!fic but I like it 😭 anything for my bird man 💪
GIF is mine!
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It seemed that every muscle in your body ached, not leaving a single part untouched. You swore earlier that you hadn’t felt a single thing, maybe it was because of the adrenaline rush, and now it has come to bite you on the ass.
Steven looked at you with a sympathetic look as he unlocked the door to your shared apartment.
It had been this way since Marc knew that you were the only person he could trust with these powers of his, and soon enough Steve had agreed on letting you live with him.
Trusting you became easier for Steven when he had the chance to know you, and not to mention how a hell of a good fighter you were too, even without the aid of an Egyptian God or Goddess.
You’ve known Marc’s secret for a very long time, you were the first person he looked for after a few years of no contact since he had been Khonshu’s avatar.
At first you wanted to think he was out of his mind, but once you saw the suit magically wrap around his form as his eyes glowed bright, you definitely started to think of things you still hadn’t known in this world after all your years of living.
It took a while for you to get used to this setup, getting to know Steven wasn’t all that bad either, and if you were being honest, you’d often prefer Steven as Marc always had difficulty in expressing himself, which often led to disagreements and such.
But what you didn’t know was, this setup also involved a very, very huge bird.
You could remember how your throat ached after suddenly screaming out loud the first time you saw it or... Him... Or Khonshu.
That took you by surprise and confusion, and it seemed like Marc did too, how on earth are you seeing him if you weren’t an avatar of his?
Steven being Steven, he of course came up with theories which you were happy to listen to, but it was hard, why? Because he once woke you up at 2AM in the morning saying that maybe you were some kind of magical being in your past life that led you to see Khonshu.
Speaking of Khonshu, whenever Marc or Steven wasn’t around, you’d often spot him in the apartment, or like that one time you wanted to just look out the window to admire the streets when suddenly there he was, perched upon the roof of the building in front of you.
And oh boy, not to mention the first time you spoke to each other, featuring Marc.
“Marc what the hell is this thing doing in our apartment?!” You shouted, bracing yourself against the wall as your eyes scanned for things that would become useful as a weapon to defend yourself.
“What the fuck are you talking about, (Y/N)?” Marc said with his furrowed eyebrows, standing there as if there wasn’t a bird who had a figure of a human being holding a staff a few inches from his side.
“That! That thing!”
“Marc, for the love of all that is just, would you do me a favor and silence this being?” Its deep voice spoke, yet its mouth didn’t open, probably because its head was in the form of a bird’s skull.
“Silence? Oh I’d like to see you try!” You replied.
Marc was about to open his mouth when he closed it. He looked at Khonshu before looking at you.
“Don’t tell me,” Marc said, raising a finger and pointing it at you, before slowly moving it to point towards the huge bird in the room. “You could see him..and hear him?!”
“What, am I not supposed to? Did you give me drugs or something, Spector?!”
“No! No,” Marc suddenly said, amused as he let out a dry chuckle. “Holy shit...”
“Don’t holy shit my ass Spector what the fuck is this?!”
“Calm down- no- put that lamp down I'm not going to another furniture store to argue with Steven on which lamp looks better.” Marc sighed in annoyance as you gripped the lamp.
“This little human amuses me, tell me why did I choose you again, Marc? When they existed?”
“Shut up Khonshu, they’re out of our deal.”
Your eyes flickered between them alternatively, before you open your mouth to exclaim, “That’s Khonshu?!”
Certainly having come a long way after making that one of a kind first impression, you’ve grown used to him and it looked like he felt the same as well.
But now heading back to the current scenario, you plopped over to the couch with a hiss, knowing that the bruises were already forming on your body. Being thrown around wasn’t exactly a joy to experience.
Not to mention the cuts that manage to scrape your skin, it would be an ass to disinfect later.
“I’m sorry, love, what would you like me to do? I’ve prepared the first aid kit in the bathroom, no need to worry about the mess, I could clean it up if you’d like... Though honestly speaking blood makes me a little bit squeamish…” Steven rambled, lucky for him he looked good as new thanks to his healing powers.
“Y-yeah no need to worry about me, I’ll get there in a sec, just- everything feels like shit right now.” You dryly chuckle. Steven just nodded, additionally preparing fresh clothes for you to wear after.
“Marc, I thought you’d make less mess this time—”
You knew that voice all too well. And voilà.
A whip of dust and darkness seeped through the window, you were thankful for the high ceiling the apartment provided, or else you’d have random holes on the roof.
You watched through squinted eyes how Khonshu materialized a few feet away from you.
“Oh, Marc.” Steven spoke, raising a finger to leave a slight pause in the conversation as he let Marc take the reigns for now.
The features of Steven disappeared and now came in Marc’s hard stare.
“What do you expect? It was hard enough convincing them without things getting bloody.” He said, but then his eyes caught yours.
“You definitely handled worse, look at you.” Marc said. “Fuck off, Spector.” You said.
Khonshu had not sensed your presence in the room, but now he did as he slowly turned to spot you, looking all battered and bruised on the couch.
You could feel his energy change as he took slow steps towards you.
“Haven’t I told you to be careful now?” Khonshu’s voice spoke as Marc watched the interaction between the two of you. It was still unreal to him, really, but then again he’s reminded of all the things he’d been through, your growing closeness with Khonshu pales in comparison to them all.
“Yeah, you did. Look, Marc and I got separated, found myself in the room full of their goons, and well- you know the rest.” You sigh, stomach feeling heavy because of the sore muscles.
Khonshu looks at you. “Then I hope you could tell me why aren’t you patching yourself up?”
You chuckle, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, breathing in had never felt so difficult, but still, you manage to crack a sarcastic comment.
“No, actually I was planning on watching my favorite show, can’t miss it now even when I’m beaten up, right?”
You slightly let one eye open to see Khonshu’s grip on his staff tighten in mere annoyance. He glanced back at Marc only for Marc to look at him and shrug.
Then you felt the sudden strong wind in your apartment and the thud of his staff on the ground, you could hear a few papers rustling and Marc’s comment. “Come on, you know Steven won’t be happy about that, Khonshu.”
You could feel the cool air hit your face as you sigh. “Alright, alright I’m getting up.”
Propping your hand against the couch, you stood up, but a shooting pain in your foot sends you stumbling forward.
You were ready for your face to plummet the floor but it never came. Instead, your hand was placed upon what felt like a cloth. You tried moving back up, but a rather huge arm wrapped around your back prevented you from doing so.
That’s weird you thought.
You let your eyes open and to another surprise of yours, there was Khonshu, staring down at you.
Your eyes widened as you looked at how he protectively caged with one arm from falling onto the hardwood floor.
Marc also rushed to your side for some aid but once he saw how Khonshu was able to catch you faster than he could, it left him surprised. “Look at you, Khonshu, why have you never done that for me?”
Khonshu huffed at him “Idiot, I did not make you my avatar for me to catch you like a damsel in distress.”
Marc raised his hands and shrugged. “Point taken.”
“Khonshu, you can let me go now.” You finally spoke.
“Then you’d fall.”
“No, I won’t. I’ve had much worse, this is just probably a sprained ankle.”
Khonshu reluctantly let you go, but still offering a hand for you to take. You internally smiled at the gesture, deciding to take it as he guided you to the bathroom to patch yourself up.
Once you were sat on the closed toilet, you sigh, beginning to prepare the disinfectant and the gauze wraps and bandages.
“Thank you, Khonshu.” You looked at him.
“Anytime, worm.”
“Hey!”
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You are Loved Under the Moon (Khonshu)
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Pairing: Khonshu x gender neutral! Reader  Words: 1.1k+ Warning(s): Bullying, slight self-consciousness, fluff fluff fluff A/N: Here is a continuation of Stretch Marks. I really like how it turned out. I used this persons request as inspo for this part <3, I hope to write more for Khonshu  Request:  Hello! Would you take a Khonshu request where the reader is insecure and having a hard time and Khonshu reassures and comforts them? 💕✨🐦 Stretch Marks
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You slowly walked back to your apartment with sluggish movements. Work wasn't much better after your late start in the morning. Your manager reprimanded you quite harshly for being late, despite it being the first time ever at your job. You pushed through though, until your co-workers decided to make comments about you behind your back.
More specifically, your weight.
You could tell they were intentionally trying to get you to hear what they were saying despite their "hushed" voices.
"Looks like they gained weight huh?" One whispered to the other two, just in range you could hear.
"Yeah, they are more pudgier now. What a shame." The other snickered. You cringed at their comments but kept pushing forward with your task.
"If they are dating someone I feel sorry for them." That caused them all to cackle before dispersing to work.
You try not to let their high school level pettiness get to you, but you couldn't help it. You didn't mind the weight you put on. Hell, you had just told Khonshu this morning it was happy weight, and it was. You were happy spending time with Steven and Marc, and especially happy with Khonshu and his attention to you.
But words can hurt more than sticks and stones at times, and this was one of those times.
You got back to your apartment and sighed at the mess you left. Hanging up your coat and bag, you scooped up your laundry back into the hamper before getting most of it in the washing machine. Before you started the machine, you stripped of the days clothes and put them in, slipping into your sweats and a loose shirt. You started your laundry and sighed again, feeling a headache slowly start to creep over you.
"This day has you more and more stressed, little human." You jumped slightly at the sound of Khonshu's voice. You slowly turn around and saw him lounging on top of your small dining table, his hand was clutching his upright staff that never seemed to be away from him. "What is it this time?"
"Hello Khonshu." You gave him a small smile in hopes he wouldn't see through the façade and slowly approached where he lounged. "What brings you back here?"
"Do I need a reason to check in on my favorite human?" He tilted his head.
"No I suppose not." You weakly chuckled and decide to lounge on your couch. You sat down and before you could lay down, Khonshu was suddenly sitting where you were going to lay your head, his staff left at the table. "Hey-"
"You didn't answer my question. Lay." His hand cupped the side of your head and guided you to lay on his lap. You were slightly surprised that you could lay your head on his lap, much less his lap had some comfort. His hand still laid on your head.
"It was just a bad day. I was running late and my manager overreacted and berated me. And then..." You exhaled, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.
"Then what?" Khonshu pressed, gentleness in his voice.
"My co-works were making rude comments about me." Burning hot tears fell down your face and you cringed at the fact you were crying in front of a God. "They were making rude comments on my appearance, and some of their comments hurt. They made fun of the weight I gained and saying they felt sorry for anyone I dated."
"Miscreants." He growled.
"I know I shouldn't let their words get to me, and my weight gain never really bothered me, but it still..."
"It still hurts you, my dear."
"Yeah..." You sniffled.
"They are lacking sight and taste." He tapped you and shifted so he could move off the couch, you sat up and were questioning what the large being was doing. He then pulled you up to your feet, bow you were more confused. Khonshu then kneeled down and he was now peering up to you, his large beak at your neck, his hands were placed on your hips with a firm grip. He continued speaking,
"You have Khonshu, the God of the moon and protector of travelers in the night, kneeling before you and your radiance. Your being...your soul... your everything has me at your command, willing to do whatever you need or want."
"Khonshu..."
"Hush, I am not done." The tip of his beak tapped against you, making you chuckle. You then felt his right arm reach around at tug at the hem of your shirt. "May I?"
"You may, Khonshu."
"I noticed something particular on your lower back this morning." His hand slipped under your shirt and placed on your lower back, on your right side. "Did you know you have the mark of the moon here?"
"I did, but its just a birthmark..."
"I believe it has to do with why you can see me. Why we can touch each other."
"What is it?"
"I believe it is a mark on your soul. You and I are fated it seems." Khonshu's hand slipped out from under your shirt, and he slowly rose back to his towering height. His staff then suddenly appeared in his hand and you noted your mark matches the crescent moons on his appearance and staff.
"Fated?" You looked up to him. "Am I to be your avatar then? What about Marc and-"
"My dear, it simply means you and I share a connection like no other. Other God's have them as well, although I have only heard of Hathor meeting hers. I didn't think this was the reason until I was graced with seeing your body this morning." If he could smirk, he probably was smirking.
"You have such a way with words." You laugh, and place your hand on his chest. "If I am to have a connection to a God, I am glad it's to you, Khonshu."
"I am glad it is you too, my dear. You will always be under my protection no matter what, and you will never be alone. As I said, I am at your call. You will always feel love and safety under my moon."
You smiled and attempt to reach up to his head, but you were struggling with his height. You heard him chuckle before he leaned down. You gently place your hands under where his eyes would be, and placed two soft kisses on either side of his beak. His hands then took hold of your wrists and it was his turn, he tapped each of your cheeks with his beak as kiss and one tap on your forehead.
"I do have to ask you, little human..."
"What is it, Khonshu?"
"Would you like me, Marc and Steven to go after your co-workers?"
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