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god-complex-12 · 9 months

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Rasāsvāda

— Paring; Khonshu x male reader. Fandom; Moon Knight/Marvel

Rasāsvāda: (n.) the taste of bliss in the absence of all thoughts

Quote; "Your heart is aching, Y/N. Your mind is trying desperately to hold you together, like clay being pinched at the seams. You're trying to maintain control, but something in you is not quite stable."

Description; Night conversation with Khonshu. Disclaimer; Sad. Mentions of a higher power. Reader is Moon Knight. High up on a building. Absent-mindedness. Mentions of degradation and judgment for an opinion? Khonshu’s depicted to be a dick. Ignorance to one’s own feelings. Mental health issues (not specified). Unstability. Loneliness.

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A/N: I don’t know. Everything had been fucking everywhere for me, so have this and do what you want with it. That's all I can muster up.

Trillions of small little light sources scattered in the darkness of the sky appeared, occasionally disappearing behind the light gray clouds and reappearing when they pass. Small to what all see, but huge when closer. Perspective tricking the less developed minds into thinking there's tiny night lights gifted by a higher power or simply to make the night sky look pretty. The earth’s atmosphere makes the bright celestial body’s twinkle. From where the white armored vigilante sat, he was incapable of hearing the ever subtle sound those huge stars emitted despite the sound traveling through the gas in the huge vacuum of the universe.

The cold night wind made the knight’s cloak gently rustle. One of his legs was dangling off the side of the building ledge and the other flat on the edge he was sitting on, bent to his chest as his head was completely pointed upward. His mind blank, his mask off, his body relaxed.

The god looked down at his avatar. His hollow eyes staring at the back of Y/N. He knew Y/N was unaware of his presence, but that’s not what concerned Khonshu. He tapped his staff against the rooftop to make himself known before speaking. The loud ‘thud’ of the staff coming in contact with the concrete roof bounced around the area. “Y/N. What are you doing?”

Y/N didn’t flinch or move. He had gotten so used to Khonshu’s frequent appearing and disappearing that he no longer got visibly frightened by being watched. “Looking.” His tone was quiet, calm, and vague. He didn’t go on into detail, instead leaving it short and sweet for Khonshu to interrupt for himself, so that Khonshu was given the chance to make what he wanted of the answer.

Khonshu didn’t like that. He knew why Y/N was doing it. Y/N spoke vaguely because he knew if the answer wasn’t of the deity’s liking, it would only lead to degradation and judgment, so he gave an open book answer. Khonshu looked at the Moon Knight for a few seconds before calmly speaking. “Looking for what, might I ask?”

Y/N shook his head, not looking at Khonshu. “Not looking for something. Just looking.” He wasn’t searching for anything. It’s like looking at a painting in a museum, some people look through the painting for inspiration, techniche, or flaws; others just admire the work, not actively searching for something in specific.

Khonshu tilted his head to the side slightly like how a dog does when you say it’s favorite word in a baby voice. This caught his interest. All the many years he’s walked this Earth, human’s like this always caught him off guard. "And what is it you hope to see by 'just looking’? Is there any particular reason why you wanted to be here.. on this roof?" Khonshu clearly didn’t get the message in the last response.

Y/N sighs. Not an upset or disappointed sigh. Just a simple deep breath. “Peace.” Another vague, open ended question for Khonshu to mold and shape to his liking. He gave an answer that would fit both the stand points of the searching artist and the admiring artist.

"Hmm. And has that peace you seek been found?" Khonshu's gaze remained locked on Y/N’s back. He didn't seem to be bothered by anything, either. A few moments passed after the question. A comfortable silence filling the air between them.

“Momentarily.”

Khonshu nodded slightly, remaining silent. If this was the kind of answer he was going to get, perhaps he should try a different approach. He sighed before speaking again. "What troubles you, Y/N? I know you're hiding something." Khonshu's voice was low and quiet, but there was something about it that gave it a slight edge, an underlying sharpness.

"I am?" Y/N slowly turned his head to Khonshu. This was the first time he had looked at Khonshu this entire conversation. His face is an unreadable expression even for Khonshu. "Since you know I'm hiding something. What do you think I'm hiding?” Y/N seems more curious by the accusation than defensive.

Khonshu's gaze remained still and cold, but there was something there — a sliver of compassion. He knew what he was asking Y/N. "Your heart is aching, Y/N. Your mind is trying desperately to hold you together, like clay being pinched at the seams. You're trying to maintain control, but something in you is not quite stable."

Y/N slowly nodded and hummed in acknowledgement. He was silent for a moment as he went back to looking at the sky. It was true, he couldn’t argue even if he wanted to. "I'd tell you you're wrong, but if you were... I wouldn't be your avatar."

Khonshu chuckled lightly, finding the small jab quite funny. "Very astute of you." He sounded appreciative. "But you still haven't answered my question. You hide something from me, from yourself. What is it?"

"I must be very good at hiding because I don't know." He looked back at the night sky. He constantly had this nagging, never ending sense of dread. That something would go wrong, or maybe that something was already wrong. He was paranoid of everything around him and it was tearing his mind apart. Piece by piece. He didn’t know what caused it though. He never did. That’s what drove him into the dark, never ending pit of madness.

Khonshu took a moment to respond. His voice was very carefully measured, calm. He knew that Y/N was going through something, even if Y/N was too stubborn to admit it or if the man truly didn’t know. "I think you might, Y/N. I've had the chance to observe you at close range for a little while. I know there's a weight on your shoulders. I know it's there in the way you stand so rigid, because you're so desperately trying to not buckle under that weight."

“Oh, how poetic of you. Does that come from being so divine?” There was sarcasm carefully laced Y/N’s tone. He’s not stupid enough to insult a god who saved his life and had been protecting him, but he can’t help but show some of his annoyance with light “playful” sarcasm.

“You are a lonely person.” Khonshu states this as fact.

“I am, aren’t I?”

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multific · 2 years

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The Moon to Whom You Belong to

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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mx-pastelwriting · 8 months

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Can I request Khonshu x reader? Angst to fluff? The reader has been hurting herself after all her fights while being a servant with Khonshu. Khonshu doesn’t know but decides to check up on her one night to find her using a weapons to cut herself. Khonshu immediately shout at her and scares her, and he takes away her weapons to nurses her back to health. Seeing her cry makes him stop before he goes further and so he comforts her in the bathroom until she can sleep peacefully. Over the next 3 weeks Khonshu restricts her involvement with his “justice” and the reader one day having enough demands to know why she can’t serve him. Khonshu blows her off and tells her because he said so. But the reader fires back saying how he’s acting like the gods that imprisoned him. Khonshu gets angry and snaps at her and tells her why. He says because he’s scared for her, he’s scared that she does this to herself and she doesn’t even think for a second on how he feels about it. The reader says he wouldn’t care but Khonshu pushes her down on the bed and yells that he does. He starts shaking and whispers saying more than she knows, and more than he wants to. While he can’t cry, but when the reader hears his voice break she knows she’d hurt him. He says that he loves her, loves her more than anything, and seeing her like this hurts more than any sinner could do to him. The reader sees the sky begin to blackened as Khonshu says what is a god if he cannot protect his own. The reader hugs him and says she’s sorry, and Khonshu hugs back and the sky brightens. Khonshu orders her to never do that again, he can’t stand to see a mortal…no his mortal do this to herself. She promises and said the reason why was because he was always pushing her and she thought cutting herself ease some of the stress away. Khonshu tells her if she ever needs a break tell him. She nods and kisses his beak saying she loves him to. Khonshu disappears and reappears beside her before he puts her on top of him saying he knows he’s always known he just wanted to hear her say it.

I didn't feel too conformable with the cutting, so I changed it a bit. I've definitely been in a place like that myself, so I hope you're doing okay. Sorry for the late post!

Khonshu x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff Ending

You hissed from the pain of unwrapping your wounds as your body ached with the familiar feeling of pain. Taking the disinfectant, pouring it on your wounds, trying to make a straight face, almost enjoying the pain

"Such a waste!" A deep voice boomed from behind you, snapping at your neck. Seeing Khonshu, he stood over you as he tightly gripped his staff. His head moves as if he were looking over at you again. Moving quickly, he snatches your weapons, taking away your purpose for him.

"You know your limit," he says in disappointment, pushing you gently back on your bed. Feeling his touch on your old and new wounds, shame bubbles to the surface. Hot tears build as your lip quivers and his hand covers your eyes. "There's no need for that; rest now." Closing them and holding back your cries, you slowly slip into a much-needed sleep.

Staring out the same window for the past three weeks, you felt the anger rise in your chest, "Khonshu" calling out into the air as you do every day. "No," he stated once again. Smacking your lips against your teeth, you sit up and say, "What is the point of having me around if I can't do anything for you?" You yell out.

"Because I say when," his words ring in your ears, making you look at the ground feeling like a troubled child, fine, then I'm done." You say that getting up from the bed makes your body still ache, but you dismiss it. "I'm done being imprisoned by you, so no more fighting justice; you can find someone else." You yell out in the room.

Grabbing stuff, you start to feel weak, making you fall to your knees, your head feeling light. "I will not allow you to hurt yourself once again," he says, now appearing in the room.

"I fear for you, allowing yourself to be hurt by my fault." He looks down at you and continues, "Does my feeling not matter?" Anger surfaces in his voice. "Why does it matter to you?" You struggled to say getting back up; he wouldn't have noticed if you didn't slip up.

His hand comes to you, helping your weak body onto the bed. "You matter more than your little mind could know." He whispers in a stern voice as his head shakes, "More than I would like." His voice cracks, making him back up and sit on the foot of your bed.

Silence falls on the room; he is no longer looking at you. "What do you mean by care? I doubt you really care for me." Your words are trying to get a hit on him, but all you get is a deep sigh from him. "Caring isn't the word I should have used," he said, making your stomach sink. "It's what you humans call love; such a strong feeling it is." His voice was calm; not a doubt leaked from it.

"Seeing you in a state close to what I first found you in hurts more than any sinner could do." As he finished confessing, you heard thunder roar from outside. Your neck snapped to the window, and the sky turned dark. "What god couldn't protect their own?" His voice is low and steeped in sadness. Moving to him, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"I'm sorry, I needed something to just feel something." Breaking the hug, you both look at each other with a new understanding: "I order you never to do it again." He states, making you smile, "I couldn't stand seeing you like that ever again. No mortal—my mortal shall never be alone with that pain." He makes his thoughts stand out, making sure you know.

"I promise to respect that order." You reassure him, "A break sounds needed. What do you think, love?" His words make your brow rise. "Love?" you repeat, making him chuckle deeply. Feeling his arm pull you closer, you smile and kiss his beak, making him stop.

Pushing you down onto the bed, you look up at him. "Do it again," he says, almost sounding like he was in a daze. Doing it again, he hums almost like a purr. "Again," he says, making you laugh, knowing you'll be here all day.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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namjoon-koya · 2 years

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Please hc of Khonshu spending time with baby reader 🤺

Khonshu keeps his distance from you, he’s never really interacted with human babies before so he prefers to watch you from afar as Steven and Marc take care of you. The only time he ever shows interest in you is when he noticed that you can see him, humans never see him so this is unusual to him. If Marc notices Khonshu take an interest in you he will definitely warn the God to stay away from you, Marc doesn’t need Khonshu to start choosing his new knight for the next generation.

Whenever Khonshu refers to you he’ll call you “little one.” Or “Little star.” Which Marc will tease him about it “weren’t you afraid of them before?” “I was not, do not make up lies Spector.” Marc just rolls his eyes at Khonshu. If Steven ever made (which is rare) Khonshu watch after you while he prepared your meal, Khonshu will literally allow you (and only you) to see his soft side. Often even telling Marc that he would move the stars just for you, which surprises him a bit.

Khonshu WILL be overprotective of baby!reader, Ammit or Harrow better not bring you up in the conversation either. If they do Khonshu won’t hesitate to yell at Marc or Steven (mostly Steven) to break Harrow’s windpipe… Marc hands down will do it without hesitation, while Steven will try to deescalate things. When Khonshu confronts Ammit she will bring up the fact that Khonshu is fascinated with you, asking why him a God would be willing to care for a small human.

Honestly… Khonshu didn’t know himself, maybe it was the fact that he never seen a small human before or because he never cared about someone like he did with you. He doesn’t have the answers now and he probably won’t be he will protect you no matter what, even telling Ammit that.

Okay, but imagine Steven takes you with them when they had to find Ammit’s tomb (because they were in a rush and couldn’t find someone to babysit you) and whenever Steven or Layla are carrying you, Khonshu will appear right behind them (of course Steven and Marc will notice) and often tilt his head to the side making you mimic his movements. “Khonshu stop, I need to put them down for their nap.”

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bobafetts-princess · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1- Dirty Talk

Pairings: Khonshu x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dirty Talk obvi, Khonshu’s kind of a jerk, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, use of a vibrator/dildo

Word Count: 2300

Summary: The one where Khonshu never stops talking, even when he’s watching you get yourself off.

This is for my girl @ashotofspotchka because she listens to my rambles about literally everyone and everything but Khonshu’s been on our brains for months ❤️

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“What’s this, little bug?” Khonshu drawls, standing over your bed and the uhh….toy…you’d left there before bolting off to meet Marc for lunch. He was still Khonshu’s avatar, which partially explained the presence the Egyptian god held in your life, but not his current position in your room. You were friends with Marc and Layla, but until the giant bird man started following you back to your apartment regularly, you hadn’t realized you were friends with him too.

“None of your business,” you snap, tossing a blanket over the offending object. It was a little purple rabbit vibrator and you’d been trying to get off before your lunch with Marc and Bird-face. But you ran over on time, struggling to find the right angle and the right fantasy to bring you to completion. You hadn’t realized that Khonshu would follow you back to your apartment and see it.

“I’d be willing to bet you look like a goddess when you come,” Khonshu muses and you freeze. Coming from the average man, it’s just sweet nothings that he doesn’t mean. Coming from Khonshu, the Egyptian god of vengeance, he genuinely means it. There’s a sincerity to his words, he doesn’t mince them and he doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean. Unless he’s lying, but that’s another problem for another time. You’d found yourself attracted to the Bird-man the first time you saw him, feelings you couldn’t explain bubbling up in your chest. Marc like to tease you about your attraction to a primordial being, but only when he was sure Khonshu wasn’t around.

“Doesn’t matter, cause I can’t lately,” you mumble under your breath, low enough that the average person wouldn’t hear but Khonshu wasn’t the average person.

“Would you like some help?” He asks, his beak swinging in your direction.

“Can you…??” You ask, voice under as you glance down at where his crotch would be under his robes and not seeing a bulge there. His black eyes bore into you and you realize you just questioned whether or not he had a dick out loud.

“Can I…..what, little bug?” He asks, his tone sharp at the accusation.

“Do you….?” You trail off, hoping he’ll get the meaning of what you’re trying to ask.

“Do I……what?” He snaps, advancing on you a few steps. You should’ve known he wouldn’t make this easy on you. You challenged him and you were going to pay for it. You closed your eyes and just went for it, cause what other option did you have?

“Doyouhaveapenis,” you said so fast that it all became one word. Khonshu’s loud bark of laughter surprised you enough that you opened your eyes to look at him. He had one hand across his chest and his body was bent backwards just slightly as he boomed out another large laugh.

“My little worm, I am a primordial being, a god from the heavens. I can have a penis, as you so delicately put it, if I choose so,” he laughs again, almost putting you at ease. “But,” he starts and you feel your shoulders drop. “I think for your ignorance I won’t allow you to experience that tonight. Now, come show me how this little contraption works. I want to watch as you make yourself come,” he finishes, pulling the blanket off the rabbit and picking it up. He brings it to a nostril the size of your head and smells, inhaling your scent.

“You smell….like a goddess,” he drawls, tossing the object to you. “Now, let me see how you use it,” he demands and you find yourself staring at him incredulously.

“You…what?” You ask, dumbfounded and holding a vibrator. You’d always fantasized about having some sort of sexual relationship with the pigeon, but you never imagined he felt the same way.

“Would you like my assistance removing your clothes? I assure you I’d take great pleasure in it,” he asks, taking a few more steps in your direction. You scramble away, pressing yourself against the bookshelf in your bedroom.

“N-no. No. I-uhh. This isn’t a good idea?” You frame it like a question but you’re not really sure what you’re questioning, other than the idea of masturbating in front of a 3000+ year old god.

“You know I can smell your desire for me when I am around you, don’t you? Oh little worm, do you think I would have shown myself to you if I did not share similar feelings?” He asks, in a way that makes you feel silly for not realizing it. Layla said it took Khonshu nearly a year to appear to her, but only took you a few weeks to see him. You and Marc worked together and you knew about his ‘alter egos’. Namely, Moon Knight and Steven.

“An-and you want to watch me get myself off?” You ask, incredulous.

“I want to tell you how to get off,” he shrugs, like it’s the most natural topic of conversation. “Now, would you like some help removing your clothing?” He asks again, taking a few steps in your direction but you hold a hand up to stop him.

“I’m not sure,” you hedge, honestly. This sounds terrifying, as hot and satisfying as it might potentially be.

“What’s there not to be sure about? I find you attractive, you feel the same about me. I assure you that you’ll leave all of our copulations satisfied. There’s nothing to be unsure about,” he tells you and he’s so matter-of-fact about it that you can’t see any faults.

“So. You want me to just take off my clothes and masturbate for you?”

“If you hadn’t been so incredulous about my appendages, I’d fuck you, but since you were, yes. I’d like to see what makes you come,” he takes a spot in a nearby chair, gesturing towards the bed. You make your way over, still clutching the rabbit to your chest. Khonshu has an arm slung over the back of the chair as he motions for you to get undressed. “Come, little worm, show me the beauty under those rags,” he purrs and you can’t help but take offense to his words.

“These aren’t rags, pigeon-brain, they’re just jeans and a long-sleeve,” you snap, pulling the shirt off. The anger is just a defensive mechanism, you know that, but you can’t help but be annoyed at how rude he is sometimes.

“Anything that’s not the finest Egyptian linens is rags,” he tells you, tone matter-of-fact as you shuck your jeans. Khonshu leans forwards slightly, the pits he calls eyes drinking in your form. You think.

“You know, you’re more attractive when you’re not insulting me,” you snap at him, unhooking your bra and throwing it at his feet. His hands reach out like he wants to touch you, take the weight of a breast into his hand, but he stops himself before he makes contact.

“If you were my avatar, I’d dress you in only the finest clothing and jewelry,”

“But I’m not,” you say, dragging your thong down your legs. “So stop insulting my clothing.”

“I’ll take those,” Khonshu says, holding his hand out for the scrap of fabric. You sneer at him, yanking the fabric back to your chest.

“They’re not ‘fine Egyptian linen’, why would you want them?”

“I’ll bet they smell as delicious as your pussy,” he muses, not an ounce of annoyance in his tone. Much unlike your own. You weren’t sure what exactly about the god got under your skin, whether it was his arrogance or his attitude, but there was something about him. And as you were realizing, there was something about him that made you get naked for him. You’d undressed so angrily you hadn’t even registered it, but now that you were fully naked in front of a fucking god, you were shy.

“Don’t cover yourself like that,” Khonshu demanded as your hands came up from your sides. “I was right. You do look like a goddess. Now please, show me what you look like when you come,” he asked, polite for the first time that evening, hand still held out for your underwear. You toss them in his direction and he tucks them in the pocket of his pants, nodding his approval.

“You realize this is weird right?” You asked him, settling on the bed and grabbing the rabbit. “Like. This is super fucking weird. I don’t think we’re supposed to have this kind of relationship,” you babbled, doing your best to cover yourself without covering yourself.

“Do I need to gag you, little worm?” He snaps, finally fed up as he sits forward, his frame imposing. You heated at the idea of Khonshu gagging you with one of the strips from his bindings as you shook your head. You pick up the rabbit, rolling over to the bedside table to grab the bottle of lube you kept in there and drizzled it all over the dildo portion of the vibrator.

“I’ll bet your pussy looks good swallowing that,” Khonshu says and it shocks you. It shouldn’t, he’s a talker in every other aspect of your relationship, you should have predicted he would be in the bedroom too. “Come now, let me see what it looks like.”

You start to tease yourself, the head of the dildo swiping through your folds. The lube has made the motion smoother as you press it slightly into yourself before pulling back out. This was how you liked to get yourself off, working yourself up slowly, and then making yourself come relentlessly. You pressed the head a little deeper before pulling back out and Khonshu comments on it, of course.

“So you like to tease your pretty pussy? Hmm, I’ll remember that.” You ignore him again, pressing the dildo even further inside yourself, almost all the way in before pulling back out again. You pull the wetness from your pussy up to your clit, rubbing your clit with the head. You gasp at the feeling, not realizing how much you needed that pressure until now.

“Those are the sounds I like to hear, little worm. One day you’ll be making them while I fill you with my cock,” Khonshu promises, encouraging you to continue. Your fingers search for the button that turns the ‘ears’ of the rabbit on and you press it deep inside yourself. The vibrating ears hit your clit and you cry out, arching as the pleasure courses through you. Khonshu mumbles his enjoyment but you don’t hear him as you start moving the shaft in and out of your pussy, the wet sounds echoing through the room.

“You look like the goddess I knew you would,” he says, leaning forwards in the chair and snapping his fingers to make another lightbulb flip on in the room. “I want to see you clearer,” he tells you when you open an eye to shoot him a look. Your pace quickens under the scrutiny of the god and the ears are hitting your clit every other second. You feel the orgasm start to build in your belly, intensified by your audience, and you press in harder and faster. One of your own hands comes up to cup your breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple while you gasp. “Such pretty noises. I wonder if they’ll sound different when I take you,” and your pussy clamps down hard on the dildo at the idea. This is gonna be a ringer of an orgasm when it hits and you’re not sure you’ll be able to give yourself more than one without a small break in the middle. You kick the vibrations up a notch on the rabbit, and change the angle so it knocks up against the sweet spot in your core. Khonshu is encouraging you the whole time, telling you how pretty you look. “You’ll look even prettier taking my cock,” he promises.

Your orgasm hits with such force that your eyes slam shut and your hand loses its grip on the rabbit, but it stays in place, another hand holding it there. Khonshu’s on the bed, leaning over you, one hand holding himself up and the other pressing the rabbit deep inside you. The first one has barely ended before the second one begins and Khonshu is talking you through it.

“That’s it, my little goddess, you look so pretty when you come for me,”

“I cannot wait to feel what your pussy feels like coming on my cock,”

“You make the prettiest noises. Come on, come for me again,” and so you do. The orgasms roll one into another until you’re begging for him to stop, give you a moment to recover, and he relents. His beak nuzzles slightly at your hip, just enough for you to sense the pressure but not enough to be considered intentional. Your chest is heaving, pussy twitching with the rabbit still inside you, just turned off.

“Feel better, little worm?” He asks and you barely have the energy to roll your eyes at him. “Hmm, as much as I love when you fight me, I think I love it just as much when you’re pliant,” he muses, a finger running across your breast. You jerk, nipples sensitive from the overload of orgasms. Khonshu pulls the dildo from you and you hiss at the empty feeling. He cleans it with a snap of his fingers before he places it back in your bedside table along with the lube you used. He grabs a thick blanket from the end of your bed, covering you with it as he promises to be back.

“I’ll leave you to get some sleep, but I’ll be back for my own taste of you. Good night, my little goddess,” he says, nuzzling his beak against your cheek. This one feels intentional and disconcertingly domestic as he tucks you in and turns on the white noise machine. You’re asleep before he disappears from the room.

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refiwrites · 2 years

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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!

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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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 2 years

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You are Loved Under the Moon (Khonshu)

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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heimdalls-cheese · 2 years

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I have only one thing to say... SUİT! SUİT! SUİT! SUİT!

KHONSHU İN A SUİT! KHONSHU İN A SUİT! KHONSHU İN A SUİT! KHONSHU İN A SUİT!

Let me be your avatar ı can be more than it! I can be your slave! YOU HANDSOME STYLİSH PİGEON GOD!

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klarex · 2 years

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Ok so, I just read your Little Dance one-shot and I was wondering, how would Khonshu react when during the prom, someone else asked you to dance with them? I'd imagine he'd get at least a little (extremely) jealous and possive...

Okey... I KNOW I'M NOT TAKING REQUESTS BUT PLEASE THIS IS TOO GOOD NOT TO WRITE!!! This is kinda sounding like a smut idea, but not with me, sorry.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing like always, sassy reader, jealous and slightly possessive Khon, age gap,

Summary: Khonshu got a "little" jealous when you dance with another guy at the prom.

Paring: Khonshu x his avatar! teen! reader

You wanted to go home, did you?

Pov. (Y/n)

I got out of a car and walked inside the building. I felt Khonshu's presence and looked at him.

- Are you doing to look after me whole night?

I whispered and he nodded. I groaned and walked to the room where prom was. I passed the door and saw bunch of people dancing and a lot of colored lights. I gasped and smiled when I saw my 2 friends in the corner.

- HEY (Y/N)!

One of the girls shouted and hugged me tightly. I hugged back and looked behind her, there were 3 guys. I pulled away from her.

- What's going on with them?

I asked into her ear, not wanting to be rude.

- Well, Chris wanted to ask you something and the rest are with us.

She said and they walked away, leaving me and Chris alone. I crossed my arms on my chest and raised my brow.

- Well.. I wanted to ask you if you would like to dance with me?

He asked, looking down and I smiled.

- Of course, Chris!

I said and he dragged me into the dance floor. There were a few jumpy songs, before one slow started to play. He held his hand in front of me and I got nervous. I slowly placed my hand on his and he pulled me to his chest. His hands on my hips and mine behind his neck. We were swaying our hips from right to the left, until we heard loud wind outside and lights turn off for a second. I looked out of the window and saw Khonshu.

I pulled away from Chris and ran outside. I ran to the windows where I earlier saw God. He was sitting on a big rock next to the path.

- What the fuck was that?!

I shouted and walked closer to him. He stayed silent, not even looking at me.

- I'm talking to you!

Still nothing.

- I fucking can't have a ONE evening without work or you and just be my normal self?!

I shouted and he finally looked at me. He stood up and looked at my face.

Shit...

I thought, remembering how tall he is. He sighed.

- I think it's time for us to get home, little bug..

He said without any emotions.

- Are you kidding?! I just got here and I'm not going to let you destroy this evening!

I said and turned my back to him.

- (Y/N)!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!

I heard Chris shouting.

- Now, I'm sorry, but I have to go back to someone.

I said and walked away from him. I felt a strong grip on my wrist, pulling me behind a few big bushes. I looked up at the God and frowned. I opened my mouth to say something, but his hand landed on my lips.

- Be quiet.

He said with an angry voice and pecked his big beak out of a bush. I sighed and looked down.

So my evening is going to be shitty...

I thought and felt my eyes becoming wet.

- (Y/N)!! SHIT!! PLEASE! WHERE ARE YOU?!

I looked at Khonshu with pleading eyes. He nodded and pulled away his hand from my lips.

- I'm- I'm here!

I stuttered, wiping my tears.

- Oh thank god! Are you alright?!

He said and I heard his footsteps coming towards me.

- I'm fine. I just need a little alone time.

He stopped.

- Are- are you sure?

- Yes. I'm sorry that I have worried you so much, Chris.

I said and looked down.

- It's okey. Well, if you would like to get back I will be waiting inside for you.

He said and I heard his footsteps fading away. I was silent for a little, waiting for God to say something, but he didn't.

- What is it this time?

I sighed, finally looking up at him. He looked down at me.

- I don't like seeing you happy with other guys..

He said and I snorted.

- So you are telling me you are jealous? Of me?

I asked and put my hands on my hips. He stayed silent.

- Well.. then at least give me free time to talk to my girl best friends and not pull me away from everybody!

I said, turned around and took one step forward.

- You are not going back there, (Y/n).

He said and pulled me by my waist, turning me to face him.

- That's what I talking abo-!

I didn't finish and he pulled me into a big hug. His beak laying on top of my head and his hands tightly wrapped around my waist.

- Khonshu.. wha- what are you doing?

I asked, panicking.

Since I had remembered he never actually hugged me!! I sometimes did it, but it's different!

- I think I..... I think I love you...

He whispered and my eyes opened wide. I stayed quiet for a second.

- I... love you too...

I breathed out and pulled away from him.

- Could you... umm... kneel, please... you are too tall...

He tilted his head and did what I asked for. I cupped my hands on the sides of his skull and gave him a kiss between his eye holes. I placed bunch of kisses there and down to the end of his beak. He cooed lightly which made me smile widely.

- You like it, big bird?

I asked and he hummed in response. I giggled and placed one last kiss on the end of his beak.

- I think you wanted to go home, did you?

I asked and he chuckled.

- And I think you wanted to stay, did you?

He said and I blushed. He laughed and cupped my face.

- Let's go home and we will do only our party.

He said and caressed my cheek with his thumb.

- Mmm.. okey, but first let me inform my friends that I need to go..

- They can wait and you can text them later..

He said and he stood up from the ground. He wrapped his arm around me and teleported us to my room. I plopped on my bed and grabbed my phone. I immediately texted on our group that I had to leave earlier and told girls to tell Chris.

I felt big hands wrapping around my waist and warm pressed against my back. I saw his beak laying above my head and I pressed a small kiss on the bottom of it.

- I thought you wanted to dance?

He asked and I turned off my phone.

- Not anymore..

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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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Mortal Shenanigans || Khonshu x GN! Reader

summary: you have a night out.

SFW // fluff

word count: 5008

warnings: fluff, cursing, mentions of canon-typical violence, post-canon, mentions of marc, steven and jake (they do not make an appearance), khonshu struggles with human emotion sometimes and gets frustrated a bit easily but we love him for it, established relationship, khonshu also has a really big ego but thats just common knowledge, non-violent usage of knives

disclaimer: i do not have DID myself, so if i wrote anything incorrectly as it pertains to the mentions of marc, steven and jake I apologize, i just tried to stay as close to canon as possible

a/n: wow its been FOREVER since ive written for a different fandom,,, look look ik what yall are thinking: really? the bird man?? well YES the bird man if i can simp for the worst evil dilf in the galaxy i can simp for the bird man too (he's also my comfort character and ive been struggling with some anxiety/more insomnia recently so ffkadfjkdlf i just need this one okay??),, anyways taglist open!! enjoy!!

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Every time you looked at Khonshu, you could only wonder one thing. Why didn't he give himself any hair?

You had been with the god for years now. Long before either Marc, Steven, or Jake was his avatar. You knew him. You knew that he was full of pride. The god took great pride in the "vengeance" he sought on those who have done wrong. He took pride in his Moon Knight; even if he had to jump through some hoops to get one. Khonshu almost never admitted he was wrong. And even more rarely, he would apologize for being wrong. You had to give him the silent treatment for days for him to do that.

Which is why his lack of hair puzzled you greatly.

Although he wasn't very forward about it, you knew Khonshu also took great pride in his appearance. Hell, it ate him up for weeks when Ammit had said that time had not been kind to him. He had tailored his physical form to perfectly fit the description of God of the Moon. He liked to be handsome, in his own weird, oddly specific way. You loved him for it, along with a great deal of many other reasons, but why. Why didn't he include hair?

All the other Gods you had met had hair. Ammit did. Taweret did. So why not him? If he did it right, it might suit him. Something long, with lots of braids and charms. But also kept tidy, to suit how particular he was about things.

You knew he could do it. Have hair, that is. With one wave of a linen-wrapped hand, he could have all the hair in the world if he wanted to. It would look nice. So why not?

These questions were asked over and over inside of your mind that night. It was Sunday, which meant Khonshu relieved Jake of any moon-knighting so that he could spend time with you. While the god was passionate about protecting the travelers of the night, and carrying out his own form of justice, he was moreso passionate about you. He missed you deeply during the leading days to Sunday. He knew of your longing for him as well. So, he took Sundays very seriously.

You were lain on the couch of your flat, your legs resting in the lap of the hawk-headed deity. Khonshu's staff was leaned against the wall next to him, one hand on the side of your thigh whilst the other idly drew patterns into your shin. His skull was pointed at your television, which was displaying some over-the-top reality series you had found on Netflix not long ago. Khonshu grumbled over and over again how such "trash entertainment" was beneath both you and him, but you saw how interested he was in it. You knew it was just more than curiosity when he asked if a new episode had dropped. How he seemed disappointed when you scrolled past it when looking for better things.

Typical Khonshu.

But because his attention was somewhere else, the deity didn't notice how you had been staring at him for the past twenty minutes. You had been taking in every single one of his features, trying your best to picture in your minds eye just what kind of hairstyle would suit him. Even after days of scrolling on Pinterest, you had failed time and time again to find the perfect look for him. It was up to you now to create it. Yet still, you wondered...

"Khon?" you squeaked out, having to clear your throat after not talking for so long.

Not looking away from the TV screen, your bird-headed lover answered you, "Yes, my moonstone?"

"Why don't you have any hair?"

Your question certainly got the god's attention now. Out of all the things he had expected you to say, you could tell that certainly wasn't one of them. It surprised the bird-man enough to rip his gaze away from the TV, and make him stop rubbing those small, loving circles into your leg as he looked down at your inquisitive face.

"Hair?" he asked.

"Yeah, hair." you responded, "All the other gods seemed to have it. Why don't you? And those little string things back there don't count."

It took him a second to answer you, thinking of what to say, "I... have never seen a purpose to have it, I suppose."

You laughed, "You don't need a reason to have hair. You can have it just to look nice."

"Look nice?"

"Yeah, like how some people use it to express themselves. Remember the other day? When we saw that person with the yellow mohawk? That was them expressing themselves."

"Are you suggesting I get a yellow mohawk?"

You laughed again, "No, no! I'm just saying it might look good on you."

The god thought to himself for a moment again, letting out a hmm as you saw the gears beginning to turn inside of his skull.

"I don't think I agree with you, little one." He said.

"Whaaaat?" you groaned, sitting yourself up to get a better look at your lover next to you, your legs still in his lap, "Why not?"

Khonshu leaned the end his beak down to tap against your cheek at your protests, his own way of kissing you to wash away your exasperation, "I am the God of the Night Sky, my little mortal. I have put great effort in to how I look now. Hair would not suit me in the slightest, nor would serve any purpose. Your suggestion is adorable, however, my star."

You half-smiled and rolled your eyes at his comments, not in the mood to give up so quickly.

"Okay but have you even tried having hair before?" you asked, "You can't say it won't suit you until you've tried it."

"I don't need to try it. I just know it wouldn't."

"Well can I see? To make sure? Just like, just something you think would look good."

"It doesn't work like that, little one."

Feeling defeated, you let out a groan as you leaned back against the chair, lying down again as you stretched your hands out behind you. Reaching down to your face, Khonshu used his thin, linen-wrapped fingers to brush the hair away from your eyes, trailing them down to cup your face; his palm taking up nearly the entire expanse of the side of your head. Feeling his comforting touch, you leaned your cheek against it as you looked into the sockets of his skull.

"Your suggestions are always welcome with me, my sweet, but this is one that I cannot accept. I do hope you understand." The deity said to you, rubbing his long thumb lovingly against your smaller cheek.

"I just don't understand why you won't even try." you said, "It sounds like you're just being stubborn again, bird-brain."

"I am not stubborn. I just know what is best."

This warranted another laugh out of you, along with a swift kiss pressed against the hawk-headed god's palm. This was definitely typical Khonshu. You half-expected your schemed conversation to go in such a way, so you found it hard to be angry at the god's lack of adventure. He was never really one to try new things much anyway. Not unless he was given a push. You knew this. After years of being by Khonshu's side, you knew everything about how he operated. Which is why you felt comfortable shifting your scheme from plan A to plan B.

Pressing one more kiss into your lover's palm, you sat up and pivoted on your butt so that your legs were out of the hawk-headed god's lap. Your feet now firmly on the floor, you paused the show on the TV as you pushed yourself up from off of the couch. You could feel Khonshu's gaze on you as you bustled your way over to the doorway of your flat. Taking it off of the hooks, you shrugged on the old coat that Marc had left behind from his last visit onto your shoulders. Bending down, you begun to slip into your shoes as the god on the couch decided to chime in.

"What are you doing, little one?" He asked you, skull tilted slightly to the side.

"Going out." you said, a small smirk on your features.

"Out?" he interrogated, "For what purpose?"

After slipping on both shoes, you stood up straight again as you grabbed your keys off of the hook.

"Well," you said, "I'm not giving up on my suggestion yet. And if you're not willing to show me some hair up on that thick skull of yours, then i'm going out to get the next best thing."

Khonshu was standing now, his staff placed firmly in his hand as he looked to you.

"(Y/N), this is absurd."

You giggled, "No Khon, what's absurd is that I'm about to make myself a traveler of the night, and you're not gonna be there to protect me."

~~~

In order to avoid weird stares from the other people that walked the streets of London, Khonshu and you had agreed long ago to not hold hands in public. No one out there other than you could see him, but they could see you clear as day. It would draw a lot of unnecessary attention to you if you were constantly seen holding hands with nothing. So, for subtlety, and to allow at least some PDA between the two of you, you and Khonshu agreed to hold pinkies instead. Something subtle, but still loving and intimate all the same. It was one of the few things you didn't have to pester the deity so much about until he finally agreed. Silly old bird.

The streets of London at night were almost -- if not just as -- lively as they were in the daytime. In the light of the full moon above, along with accompanying streetlights, you saw how all the people around you seemed to be enjoying themselves as you walked along the sidewalk, pinky held firmly in Khonshu's. There were many younger people out that hour of the night, walking along and laughing with one another like they were the only people in the world. When a group would pass by you, you would see how they payed no mind the tall bird god next to you, phasing through him like it was nothing. Granted, you were the only one that could see him, but it was still amusing nonetheless. Sometimes, the person would turn around briefly to see where the sudden change of temperature in the air came from. Them being unable to see Khonshu, they would just stare by your side with a furrowed brow, making you giggle softly to yourself every time it happened.

Usually, Khonshu would chuckle along with you. However, that evening, he didn't do so. Not even once. Staff held firmly in the hand that wasn't busy with yours, he stared straight ahead without a word as he trudged alongside you. He was grumpy about your little plan. He was throwing another one of his tantrums. You would never call it a tantrum to his face, though. You weren't that mean.

At least he wasn't teleporting around this time, and still wanted to hold your pinky. A change from the other tantrums he threw.

When the fifth drunk person of the night phased through him, he had let out a grumble of disapproval. You saw how he gripped onto his long, tall staff even firmer, and shot a warm smile up at the deity.

"Don't be so grumpy." you said to him, not bothering to keep your voice low so you don't get stares (since most people seemed to be minding their own business, at least for now), "A night out is a nice change of pace anyway. As much as I love and appreciate you setting aside a day for us, you can't keep me cooped up in my flat forever, Khon. We should get out and do more. And that doesn't include riding around with Jake."

The tall bird next to you let out another disapproving rumble, "I prefer to spend Sundays inside with you, (Y/N). I know you are aware of this."

"I am aware of that. But come on, it'll be fun! Just give it a shot. One night out isn't gonna kill you."

"We seem to have differing tastes in fun, little bug."

"Ohhh, I don't think so. Remember all that time we spent together? In Cairo? Before you found Marc in the desert?" you asked teasingly, bumping up against his arm to emphasize your point.

Khonshu let out another hum at this as he recalled all of those old, fond memories, though more pleased-sounding than the last as he leaned down to press the tip of his beak against the side of your cheek, "How could I ever forget?"

You giggled, "Exactly. And that was pretty fun, huh? So trust me when I say this will be fun too."

The god next to you looked down at you without a word. You could practically feel the gears turning in his skull, trying over and over again to come up with some sort of snobbish remark to emphasize his distaste for your little scheme. Try as he might, however, Khonshu could come up with nothing. For months now, you and him had spend Sundays indoors. As much as he did love just having you near him, holding you on the couch as some dumb form of entertainment played out before him, he did have to admit. He was getting a little bored with it. He could tell that you were bored of it too. Even if you had never complained about it before, he could see it in those eyes of yours. It made him feel a little bad. And a walk under his moon did always liven his spirits. He loved seeing the moonlight on your skin, anyhow.

So perhaps you were right about this. Even though going to such lengths to see him with hair was still absurd to him (although he realized that this was probably just some sort of excuse for you to get him and yourself out of the flat), Khonshu found himself not being able to hate the idea of a night out with you. His sweet little mortal. His one true love.

Returning his gaze to the road ahead of the pair of you, Khonshu straightened his posture as he held your pinky tighter, angling his beak to point more upright and poised.

"Very well. But only for tonight, little one." he said.

You let out a laugh as you returned your gaze to the sidewalk, "Fair enough."

Typical Khonshu.

~~~

The shop you had stopped at was one of the ones you used to frequent in your youth. It was a typical children's store; full of games, toys, and sweets to make any child drag their guardian by the wrist in through the doors, whining and begging all the while. It was a quaint little thing, even just from the view from the windows outside. Perfect for any child.

Which is why Khonshu was terribly confused when you had dragged him all the way there. He wasn't a child. He was a god. Had you forgotten?

Because the deity was too big to fit inside without being prone to accidentally knocking something over (but mostly because he claimed he didn't want to deal with such "foolishness"), he resided himself to staying outside. He watched you through the windows of the store, holding on to his staff firmly with hunched, irritated shoulders. You were sure taking your sweet time in there. He knew that you knew exactly what you were doing; making the god of the night sky wait out in the cold, damp streets of London as you perused through the aisles of the small store.

"Just wait out here," you had said to him, "I'll be back in a second."

That was twenty minutes ago now. Khonshu liked to consider himself a patient god. Unlike some of his brothers and sisters, as well as other members of the ennead, he had much more to give when it came to mortal behavior. It was a trait acquired over time, through countless years of worship and praise directed towards him and his moon and stars, as well as all the knights he had taken as his own. Hell, he figured that his patience had to have grown ten-fold over the years, since he had put up with that worm Steven Grant so long without killing him. And when it came to you, he had even more of a fuse to give.

However, Khonshu had never been one to simply sit around in the face of such shenanigans. This whole idea was ludicrous to him. He didn't even want hair.

The god grumbled to himself as the travelers of the night passed by him, laughing and shooting-the-shit amongst themselves without a care in the world.

You were lucky he loved you. Otherwise you would've been put on the short-list to feel his wrath.

After twenty-five minutes had passed, Khonshu had begun to consider going inside the store to fetch you. He knew you hated to be rushed, but right then, he probably hated waiting even more. A reprimand from you would be bliss compared to agonizingly waiting for your return. Khonshu was seriously considering it, weighing his options on an imaginary scale.

As if it was on cue, you had finally exited the shop. The god first noticed the comically large amount of bags that you had hugged close to your chest, held snug inside of the confine your arms. You had situated them all in such a way that they were nestled more-or-less in the crooks of your elbows, so that your hands were free. In your left hand, however, you held a sheer, small white paper bag. The bag was full of what appeared to be some sort of small pastry, and you used your right had to break off pieces of it to fit into your mouth. With a small smile on your face as you chewed, you crossed the street over to the disgruntled bird-man, noticing how his linen-wrapped shoulders were hunched as you found your place in front of him.

"What on earth took you so long, little bug?" The bird-man questioned, softly gesturing to your person with his staff, "And what are all those?"

You breathed out a giggle in response, finishing the bite you had took before you spoke.

"I saw a few cute things that I wanted." You said.

"A few?" Khonshu questioned.

"Yeah a few, things there are cheap! I know the owner so I get a good discount. Don't worry, I got your present too, Khon."

You reached in the small white bag and broke off another piece of the pastry, tilting its opening up at the god of the moon.

"Croissant?" you asked.

Even though Khonshu didn't have eyes, you could tell in his unamused silence that he had looked to you, then the pastry, then back to you again.

"No, thank you." he said.

Letting out another amused giggle, you briefly stood on your tip-toes and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of the god's beak, seeing how he relaxed just a tad at your display of affection.

"Come on, let's find a place for you to open your gift." you said to him, hugging the bags closer to your chest as you took another bite of your snack. Resuming your trudge down the sidewalk, Khonshu lingered behind for a brief moment, staring at the back of your head in silence. Khonshu was never one to be speechless. Everyone that had ever come across him knew this. The god of the night sky was a being of many, seemingly endless words.

But you never failed to leave him scrambling for what to say.

Sighing to himself, Khonshu repositioned his grip on his staff as he followed behind you, his long strides making him quick to meet his place by your side again. He glanced down to your height, watching as you absent-mindedly rummaged through your bag for any remaining bits of the pastry. As if you didn't have a care in the world. Nor as if you were phased in the slightest to have a literal god by your side.

Khonshu reached his hand down to you, giving you a gentle, loving caress to the small of your back.

You were lucky he loved you. But he felt equally as lucky to be loved by you.

~~~

The place you had picked out to settle down and open Khonshu's present was a spot you and Marc liked to visit when he first came to London. When Khonshu wasn't busy making him moon-knight, and he would spare himself a brief moment of relaxation, Marc liked to spend it someplace calm. Somewhere out in nature, where he could just get lost in the scenery around him and forget about his troubles, and ignore the constant squawking of the god over his shoulder. You remembered how many petty arguments you had to break up between the two of them. How many times you had to act as the middle-man when they refused to speak to one another.

They were fond memories of yours, and dumb as they were. Marc, Steven and Jake were your favorite moon knights so far, after all. They were your friends.

The dock was a place that was hard to find and hard to get to, making it the perfect spot for if you wanted to be alone. Having memorized everything about the path down there, it wasn't hard for you to make the journey with so many bags in your grasp. And, with the added help of your bird-ish lover balancing you whenever you needed, the trudge down was a piece of cake. Sure enough, the old, worn-down dock was empty, and the gentle sound of the waves of the harbor lapping against the wood was the only sound hung in the hair. The water was a dark, rich black, with the reflection of the large, shining full moon overhead glistening across its surface. This gave you just enough light to see what you were doing as you made your way to the edge of the dock, sitting down with your legs dangling a few feet above the water's surface.

Your lover sat next to you, setting is staff down behind him so that he could have his full attention on you and your present. Your bags were scattered all around your personal space now, but just far enough away so that they wouldn't interfere. All except one, of course, which held the present you had in store for the god.

"Trust me, Khon," you said, sliding the bag off of your lap and into his, "once you see this, you're gonna wish you had thought of having hair sooner."

The bird gave you a look before lowering his hands down to the bag, gentle and unsure with his movements. You could feel the skepticism pouring off of him, but you just simply looked at him with a smile as he opened the gift.

After some fiddling with the paper of the bag, Khonshu was able to free his gift from its confines. The plastic crinkling around his fingers, the god lifted up a small, square plastic bag. Inside of the bag there seemed to be some sort of dead animal. It was some kind of strange looking brown, stringy, somewhat curly pile of hair, totally synthetic in the way it shone in the light of Khonshu's moon. Upon further inspection, however, Khonshu realized that it wasn't a dead animal.

It was a wig.

The package held in his grasp, Khonshu turned his beak to look down at you again, only to be greeted with your giddy smile back up at him.

"Soooo?" you questioned, "What do you think?"

It took the deity a moment to respond to you.

"My stardust," he said, "it's... I am amused at the lengths you will take to get your way, darling."

You rolled your eyes with a playful scoff, "Khonshu, please! I can tell you don't like it!"

"I am most grateful for any offerings you wish to give me, moonstone. However, this one just seems quite... synthetic."

"Yeah, well duhhh," you said in response, gently taking the package out of the god's hands, "I can't really afford a real wig. Those things can be, like, hundreds of dollars."

Khonshu seemed a bit taken aback by that, "Hundreds?"

"Yeah, hundreds." you said in response, opening up the plastic as it crinkled and crunched in your hands, "I love you, Khon, but I'm not made of money."

The god let out a low hum, "If it is wealth you desire, my sweet, then I shall have Jake obtain it for you. You need only ask, and anything you desire shall be yours."

You giggled at your lover's sentiments, taking the cheap, synthetic wig out of the package and brushing it through with your fingers, "Come on, you know I'm not in to all that. I like just being normal. With my dingy flat and stubborn, bird-brained, god of the moon partner."

Once you felt like you had sufficiently combed through the wig, you lifted it up in front of you, using one of your hands as a make-shift stand so that you could see what it fully looked like. The thing was obviously fake material, with many frayed, jarring locks of hair jutting out in every which way. The item just barely resembled that of a medium-length, layered wolf cut, along with what seemed to be a few locks that were trying to be bangs. Even in the dim light of the moon above, you could tell that even though the wig was fresh out of the package, it had seen better days.

"Look, Khon!" you said, using your other hand in vain attempt to try and smooth some of the hair down, "These hairstyles are super trendy right now. You'll be, like, with the times and all that. Jake is gonna be floored when he sees you."

The god let out another hum, "I agree with you, little one. But I think we disagree on just why he will be floored."

You rolled your eyes playfully at Khonshu's remark, "I don't think it's gonna fit your head, though. Your skull is too fat. Hold on."

Before Khonshu could could protest at the characterization of his skull, he watched as you set the wig down on your lap, keeping it steady as your hands groped around the pockets of the jacket you wore. After checking almost all of the pockets, you let out a quiet aha as you found what you were looking for. Fumbling with the fabric, you pulled out a small, metallic sort of thing. Pushing the button on the side, it was revealed to be one of Marc's emergency knives he had tucked away in his coat for safe keeping. Keeping your hands steady, you angled the knife down at the wig in your lap. Carefully, such that you wouldn't lose your grip and accidentally cut yourself, you begun to cut away at some of the inside bits of the wig. Your jaw was clenched in concentration as Khonshu watched.

"What are you doing now?" he asked, the smallest hint of loving exhaustion in his low, rumbling voice.

"I'm trynna make this bigger," you said, "So that it'll fit your fat head."

The moon god's back stiffened at your words, long, proud beak dipping ever so slightly to one side.

"I do not have a fat head!" he exclaimed, his temper poking through making you giggle again.

"Well, maybe not to you," you said, "But compared to the size of a normal human's head, it's quite fat. Now be quiet so I can focus."

Without another word, Khonshu scoffed and looked away from you out to the moon's reflection on the water's surface, grumbling to himself some nonsense you couldn't understand. Likely in Egyptian. He often did that when he knew you were right, but didn't want to admit it out loud. The bird was just lucky none of his brothers and sisters were around to hear him be reprimanded by a mere mortal. Khonshu loved you greatly, he really did. You were one of the few he had ever been willing to put up with for such a long time.

But he was still a god. He often wondered if you forgot that part.

But he loved you enough to overlook it.

After a little longer of you cutting up the wig to make it fit, you had put down Marc's knife to admire your work. You had done a fairly good job; the wig was now wide enough to where it seemed like it would fit on Khonshu's fat head. The god would never say it out loud in order to preserve his pride, but he thought you did a good job as well. He guessed that you were more serious about this whole ordeal than he had originally thought you had been.

"Okay!" you said, "It's done! Are you ready to try it on?"

The moon deity let another disapproving rumble out from inside his chest, "Do I have to?"

"Yes." you responded matter-of-factly, pushing yourself up onto your feet.

Even whilst sitting down, Khonshu was still a fair amount taller than you were. You had to stand on your tip-toes in order to securely reach the top of his skull. Draping the synthetic mess of hair upon his head, he tried to keep very still so that it wouldn't fall off, and you would have to repeat the process all over (as tempting as discarding the infernal garment into the water below was to him). Once it was properly balanced up there, you used for fingers to try and style it as best you could. You knew he would like it more if it were at least passably good-looking.

Combing the plastic strands with your fingers one last time, you lowered yourself back flat on your feet and took a few steps away, trying to get a good look at your lover with his new head of hair. As you backed away, the god lifted up his beak again to stare ahead at you without a word.

Admittedly, you thought the color you chose did suit him. But, in every other way, it was ridiculous.

You could only go a few seconds without busting out in an amused, hearty laugh.

"Oh my god!" you said in between your giggles, "You look like you ripped the hair right off of some pop-star's head!"

Khonshu grumbled to himself again, "I knew this was a mistake."

Wiping away a few laughing-induced tears from the corners of your eyes, you shook your head, "No, no! It's not... terrible looking! It's just really jarring. I'm used to you being bald."

"There is no need to lie, moonstone."

"I'm not lying! I think it would look good if we got you a real wig!"

Reaching in your back pocket, you pulled out your phone and held it up to the god, using its black reflection as a make-shift mirror for him.

"See?" You asked, "It's not the worst thing in the world. Wish I could take a picture of you, though. To show Jake."

Peering down at his reflection in the tiny screen of your phone, Khonshu remained silent as he studied his reflection. You were right in the sense that him having any sort of hair was, in fact, jarring. His appearance hadn't changed in many hundreds of years, so it was odd to see him with a full head of scraggly, unkempt hair. Looking at himself longer, he decided that he still did not agree with you. Trying to picture himself with a better wig, he found that he didn't like the improvement much more either. He was fine with how he looked. As long as you and him thought he was handsome, he didn't feel any need to change. Hair was more of his sibling's thing, anyway.

"It is not totally dreadful, little one," he said to you, looking back to your face, "but I still do not care for it."

You let out a half-defeated sigh as you slipped your phone back into your pocket, a smile still lingering on your features, "Well, it was still worth a shot. I thought it wasn't that bad. Here, come on. I'll help you take it off."

Eager to rid himself of the itchy synthetic thing on his head, Khonshu leaned himself downwards. Still having to stand on your tip-toes, you slid the wig off of the god's skull, moving to discard of it after it had come loose. Khonshu shook himself off just a tad to get rid of any lingering scratchy-ness left behind by the wig as you set it inside of one of your bags, stretching out his shoulders after having to remain still for so long.

Once you were finished, you took a few steps back over to the god, leaning up to press a quick, warm kiss just underneath his eye socket onto his bony cheek.

"Hey," you said as you took a seat next to him, slipping your smaller hand into his, "Thank you. For at least giving it a shot."

The moon deity peered down at your smaller form, letting out another, but more content, rumble escape his chest.

"As I recall, it was you who so adamantly wanted to go out on this little venture." He said, "And it is my duty to watch over the travelers of the night."

You let out a soft laugh, "I know, but still. You couldn't said no. Been mean about it."

Khonshu unfurled his hand from yours, lifting it up to gently wrap around your plush, warm cheek with his linen-wrapped fingers.

"Never, my stardust. Never to you."

Your cheeks heating up at his touch, you smiled up at the god, nuzzling your cheek into his large palm.

"Does this mean we get to go out more often?" you asked.

Khonshu let out a hum as he leaned his beak down to you, pressing the tip against your cheek as his hand fell away from it, "Don't be overzealous, little scarab."

"Oh come on! You had fun too!"

The moon god tapped his beak against your cheek once more in response, reaching behind him to wield is staff once again. Once it was secure in his grasp, he rose up from his seated position to a stand. Bending over slightly, he offered you his hand for you to mimic his movements.

"Come, little one." He said, "The night grows old, and my moon shall soon disappear. Let us get you home. You need your rest after such an eventful excursion."

Groaning out a long fiiiineeee, you gathered up your bags in your arms again, hugging them tight to your chest. Once you felt like they were secure in your grasp, you folded your hand inside of Khonshu's, having him help you to your feet. When you were steady, the god laced his long, skinny pinky finger alongside yours, pulling your smaller body closer to his as you begun the trudge back to your flat.

"Well I had fun," you said, "And I know you did too. You can't hide it from me."

The moon god softly chuckled, "I love you, foolish mortal."

You shot him up a smile, "I love you too, bird-brain. Even though you're bald."

~~~

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Made to be His

Khonshu x Reader

Summary: Love was one thing, but being born to be someone's was another.

The God of the Moon, as they called him, Khonshu was bored one day, talking to the only Gods who still looked his way he questioned one thing no God has ever.

"Why is it forbidden for us to love?"

This shocked the Gods. In their eyes, Khonshu should know. It wasn't just about the question of being immortal or not.

Gods were not allowed to fall in love. Especially not with mortals. Because they were Gods, they should be above mortals, set an example, and not falling in love.

In their eyes, love clouded the mind. And a God who is at the will of a human is easily manipulated. Which they couldn’t allow.

But the Goddess of Love, Hathor overheard Khonshu. She hated the God, and so decided to play the meanest prank on him.

Hathor made the perfect woman for Khonshu, she fit him perfectly. And to rub it in, even more, she not only gifted her with such beauty but she was also made half immortal.

And from then on, she just had to watch.

You were born a simple woman. Your mother and father took great care of you, you grew up with good values and you became a good part of society.

Yet, you felt as if you were one step in front of everyone, yet you felt like a piece of your heart was missing, like it was ripped from your heart.

Took you years to find that missing piece.

Once you went to Khonshu's temple and saw the statue, you knew, you were meant to serve this God.

Your relationship with Khonshu started when during a late night of prayer, a thief interrupted you and Khonshu saved you.

Khonshu knew the love he felt couldn't be, it shouldn't be. And yet, he loved you.

Your eyes mesmerized the God and could bring him to his knees. He knew he shouldn't but he loved you.

He tried to keep you from the Gods, keep your love for each other a secret. But of course, they found out.

Khonshu was rather surprised that the decision was only that he was banished from the Gods.

And you, you were banished from humans. you suffered greatly, you couldn't see your parents, siblings, or friends ever again.

Your punishment was to be with Khonshu, no matter what it took.

You didn't like to admit but even if it hurt, at least you had him, which made you happy.

The Gods hoped you'd blame Khonshu for it all and leave him.

But no one knew at that point that your longing for him was stronger than any other desire.

After all, Hathor forgot to give you the sense of hate towards Khonshu. He could try to kill you and you'd still love him.

It was messed up, but it was your life.

Eternity with the God of the Moon.

You liked his avatars, all of them different, Harrow was a strange one, always blaming Khonshu for things he has never done. Arthur Harrow was the only avatar of his who couldn't know about you.

Then came the broken mind of Marc Spector and his alters.

You liked them, all three were so interesting.

"Marc Spector, this is My Starlight, My Starlight, this is Marc Spector, my newest avatar."

"Nice to meet you."

He was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes, he was sure he was in the presence of a Goddess.

And he was half right.

"Keep your eyes to yourself Marc, Steven and Jake! She is mine!"

Khonshu was scary, even Steven was a bit taken aback from that.

One day, the boys were out working in the Museum when Khonshu had to leave you at their flat.

He was rather reluctant to leave you, but after you reassured him, he did leave.

You fed the fish, made yourself some tea, even cleaned up the place a bit. Now, you sat on the windowsill, looking at London.

The world changed so much. You still remembered how it was back then.

"Oh, you are here." you heard a voice as the door closed. It was Steven with groceries in his hands, you went to help him. "Thank you."

"Khonshu left me here, he said it's safe. How was your day?"

"Pretty good, thank you. Oh, you cleaned up."

"Sorry, I got bored."

"No need to apologize, I-Thank you. It looks really nice."

"And I fed your fishies." you said as you saw he really did appreciate your help.

You sat back by the window, trying to be out of way. Steven sat down in front of you, you offered him a kind smile.

"Why are you with the bird? He calls you his wife and all."

"Hathor made me for him as a punishment. She hoped to make him suffer because she hated him so much. But, she created the exact opposite, I could never hate him. So, instead, she created a soulmate for him."

"Oh."

"Sounds crazy?"

"Crazy? No, a couple of months ago I thought Egyptian Gods were a myth and I had a Mercenary living in my head." you laughed a little.

"I like you three. You are interesting and handsome." you said and you saw as he looked away from you, embarrassed by the things you said. It made you laugh.

"Starlight?" the voice of Khonshu came as you stood up. "Let's go. Steven Grant, I won't need your services today, but tomorrow, be ready." he said as he grabbed you and you two disappeared.

"What are you doing Steven? He told you to stay away from her!" Marc said in his mind.

"I know, but she is so nice." Steven let out a sign, he was sure he was cursed, having crushes on married women, he had a serious problem.

You got home.

Home, an ancient temple, the same one you met him for the first time.

It was now your home for many decades.

"I told you not to speak to him Starlight."

"I know, but he's fun. Your last one was way too serious and a bit crazy, still handsome though."

Khonshu sat down in his usual chair, or throne as you often called it. You moved to sit on his lap, as usual.

"Handsome?"

"Not as handsome as you, My God." you said as you placed a kiss on his beak. His heart melted each time you did that. Kissing him, showing him love, care and affection. You were so good at that, keeping him calm and collected.

You gave him a sense of love which he never knew he needed yet deep deep down, he longed for.

Exactly the proof that you were made to be his.

~Masterlist~

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