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A token of servitude (Sukuna x Reader)

No spoilers Words: 1095 Warning: yeah, it’s a sukuna ff after all, so there might be present some violents, dark content (though not something too much)

Summary: Reader travels to Heian age and meets Sukuna

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Time is a thread with innumerable beads that are brimmed with life occurrences. It’s like a jewellery, and the treasure of it can never be purchased by a mortal. But in the world of jujutsu sorcerers, curse users and curses, one doesn't seem so unattainable.

My curse technique allows me to perceive the priceless jewellery of time. I’m called the Time Walker, but the comprehension of my ability is vague. Even I can’t be sure about how my powers work.

But one thing I know for sure: the beads of the past are unalterable and do not yield to forging. Therefore, we cannot change it. The outcome we encounter in the present is a sequence of actions taken from the past. Meaning, even my ability of travelling within the thread of time can do nothing to the formed beads. The future though is flexible. Obtained knowledge help reach the desirable result.

My master has burdened me with a glorious purpose. I have to go to Heian era to find the sword of the Damned. The blade of the weapon is so sharp that it cut everything. Even in Heian period it was lost somewhere. And my task is to find that place.

One being was seeking it. Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. Just his name brings fear. The powerful and the cruel being whose name alone is enough to make people tremble with fear.

One thousand is a significant number to pass. Yet it’s the least obstacle.

So my life brought me here. One moment, in the midst of busy streets. But after my eyes has falls shut and curse energy has started flowing through my vanes, the world started shifting. It takes no time in a basic understanding of the phenomenon. For me, though, it’s different. I can’t count time spending walking on the thread, calculating the right among of beads to bypass. Time as a measurable unit looses its senses here.

And after nothing but everything, a warmth of sun rays combined with placating breeze welcome me in an old era.

Feeling a bit drowsy, I spend some time sitting on the ground, unmindful of the outside world.

My state of was interrupted by a rustle of glass. I decipher a pair of human beings coming to this area.

Deciding not to reveal myself to them, I take a place to hide.

Now that they’ve become closer, I am able to discern the essence of their conversation.

“Do you think the rumours are truthful?” One of them babbles.

“Of course they are. He’s tall and monstrous. Thought some women would die to spend a night with him. Perhaps, If we are lucky, we’ll find one willing one,” the other replies. “Lord Sukuna rewards handsomely for nice offerings, brother.”

“And maybe we can have fun before handing her.”

Disgusting. Those pigs are not better ones from Zenin clan. But they can be of use. I think it’s time for a show.

“Help me! Somebody, please!” I yell, falling down to the ground. This got they attention immediately as they run to me. “Something was haunting me!”

They took a look around the forest but obviously find nothing suspicious. That makes two brothers glee thereof, they share a malicious grimace. One brother takes a rope to bound the prize and present it to the King of Curses like a toy enclosed with a ribbon.

“The luck is on our side today, brother.” And they have never been more wrong.

That’s what I need – to make them think of a prey that they have caught. A nameless face to give away as a some trinket. I give them something more to gloat: purity, so they think of me as even more worthy price.

I do not need my eyes to know that we’ve arrived to Sukuna’s shrine (or temple, whatever it is). An overwhelmingly magnificent and ominous energy emits from the walls, the power of which makes you suffocate on its presence.

Inside the shrine, I can behold the King himself.

There he is, sitting on his throne, his posture is confident and chin is high. Sukuna’s pink spiked hair slightly pushed upfront and black lines adorn his face and mighty body. The drawing in old books capture nothing of the real image.

For a second, a small second, my gaze is caged within his eyes. A bolt of emotions strikes though me, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Was it dread or rather… excitement? I feel something that draws me in, something more subtle and complex.

A monstrous entity with four arms says nothing, but a predatory smirk appears, unrevealing his fangs.

Perhaps my boldness amuses him. I’m grateful to still have my head.

Two men pushes me to the ground, kneeling before the King. They’re forcing me to bend so low, that my forehead meets the ground.

My cue to act.

Breaking the robes with the help of mu cursed energy, I do not give them time to comprehend a single thought and seize their flabbergasted state to take care of brothers. With a swift motion, I punch them into their snouts of faces, making them land hard on their backs.

The smallest of them is knocked out within the first attempt, the other is tougher, it seems. He tries to stand up and blow a hit, but with a kick in the stomach, he ends up on the floor once again.

It is not enough for my satisfaction. The person does not deserve mercy.

Even though he knew he couldn’t have something in intimate senses in order not to stain his prize, it did not deter his hands from inappropriate touches. But I had to play a part, so I held back. I could tell, it was nothing new to the brothers, to treat women like this, and their misogynistic conversations made it difficult not to throw up.

I can pay back now.

With strong determination, I lift my leg and deliver a straight hit on his “valuable” part between his legs. A loud screech thunders though the walls. (🐣 An omelette is ready to be cooked)

The curtains close and I kneel before Sukuna. He exudes a powerful and sinister aura, just looking at him gives me a mixed feeling of awe and terror.

“My Lord, may I present you my offerings, these two fine pigs.”

Sukuna cackles wickedly, his deep voice rumbles, leaving a ringing in my ears. It flows effortlessly and enchants to listen to it.

“Well, that’s quite intriguing. Let’s see what else you have in you.”

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How was it? Should I continue writing the story?

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Harry on stage at Madison Square Garden in New York - September 1

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“We’ll keep going” | Toronto (8/16)

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Harry for Rolling Stone, photographed by Amanda Fordyce. 

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I've never attended his concert but he's the only one singer whose concert I'd like to see. One of the reason why I love Harry Styles' concerts is his interactions with fans. They make me adore him so much. He's always respectful to his fans(unlike some artists).

Perhaps, the author of the article was dumped by his gf after HS concert, idk.

But I've never seen anything harmful or bad in Harry Styles' interactions with his fanbase.

I mean, treat people with kindness, right?

Um, what tf ?!?!?!

I'm sorry, but I totally disagree with it!

Source

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Had a dream that Harry Styles hugged me. Even in the sleep I felt a warm tight embrace.

Can somebody hug me, please?🫂

Hug people with kindness?

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Inner Peace

Khonshu x Female! Goddess! Reader

Chapter 4. Fine Line

Words: 2117

Warnings: Fluff

It's Canon Divergence. The story is not following the plot of the show.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The 1st POV

The 1st POV

Encountering Khonshu left a trail on my life. I feel like I've found a way out of the maze that kept me trapped inside for too long. It's like I know that it was my destiny to meet him, it feels right.

The only thing that is not right, it's the man that tumbled, without having waited for further invitation, Barry, the avatar of Ra, as he's put, slithers through the threshold as if he owns this place. 

I quickly recover from my dumbfounded state, I channelize to let them know that he's not welcomed here.

“Excuse me, sir, I would ask you to leave my flat,” I politely offer to get out of my place.

“Don't worry, dear, I just want to have a small chit-chat with you,” he says with a grin coated with arrogance. 

“Well. I don’t. I don't even know you,” my reply comes. Likewise, I cross my arms, annoyance is clearly visible on my face. 

“Then allow me to introduce myself once again.” He mocks a bow and goes to sit on a chair, folding his arms on the magazine table, making himself feel at home. “You can call me Barry, the avatar of Ra. I induce myself upon you to discuss the matters that involve Khonshu.”

It definitely bothers me. The man knows about Khonshu, and more importantly, he found out about my connection to the god of the moon. Yet, I don’t play alone and try to act oblivious to the statement. 

“Listen, you, crazy prick, get out of here before I call the police.” I point  to the door, but the stranger doesn’t even budge. 

“So you don’t know about Khonshu's plan?” His sentence intrigues me, turning a gear in my head. Barry just sits with a cloud of arrogance around, one hand is holding his head and the other is tapping his fingers on the table. I falter and silently ask him to go on. “Take a seat, dear. It’ll take some time.”

“What’s your purpose?” I inquire, carefully placing myself on the opposite chair. 

“To light the path,” he answers smugly, but without waiting for my reply, he carries on. “Have you ever wondered why you can see Khonshu, while for the others he is unreachable? What about your bizarre dream? I can see how these questions are running inside your head right now, looking for the answer. But finding none, right? To make it easier for you, I assure you, it’s not destiny, no other mighty power brought you together. Just Khonshu’s manipulative nature. The old bird won’t tell you anything.” Then Barry takes his phone out of his pocket, showing me a news site.

I slowly examine a one-day-old article, dedicated to the British Museum. ‘Egyptian relic stolen by unknown’ the head says. Having read it, I learnt that an ancient Ankh, which was found in recent excavations, was taken just the day I saw Khonshu for the first time.

I don’t know how to react. It’s like a glass world around me has been smashed by reality the minute I finished reading the article. Khonshe made Steven steal the Ankh. But what role do I play in this fraud? What’s the use of me?

I look at the avatar of Ra, but no words leave my mouth. While I have nothing to say, the man certainly has something on his tongue:

“When you see Khonshu next time, just ask him one simple question: ‘Who am I?’ Because you are not sure about the key to this puzzle, are you?”

“How are you positive I’ll meet him?” Even though I can't know for sure, I muse. 

Suddenly, I get a strange weight in my guts. The atmosphere in the air shifts when Barry gets up from the chair, coming closer, his tall frame looms over me. I notice a strange light dancing in his eyes, but I blame the lamp in the room. 

His face is stone-hard when he utters the following statement: “Well, who else is going to rescue you from the fire?” And hell breaks loose. 

Barry’s hands are ignited in fire, the temperature instant rises around him. I fall from the chair from the proximity and try to claw away from the crazy man, but he throws a ball of fire that nearly hits me, burning a piece of floor. The air burns my lungs, with every passing minute my breath is getting heavier. 

I try to stand up and run away from here, but Barry swiftly catches me and throws at the nearest fall. 

“lₒₒₖ wₕₐₜ ₕₐₛ bₑcₒₘₑ ₒf yₒᵤ, Mₐₐₜ” And then I blank out. 

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Khonshu’s POV

Khonshu knew he shouldn’t have left her alone, especially after a drunk man attacked them with a knife. Something is going on, and he let it be.

More and more spontaneous assaults are happening around. But it’s not just burglars or other perpetrators, it’s purposeless massacre, from which the attackers gain nothing. We need to find the roots that poison the minds of people. 

Khonshu feels uneasiness in his soul, making him weak in the knees.  His girl is in trouble, in grave trouble. 

The god of the moon and his moon knight immediately go to the sensed danger.

Khonshu rarely feels fear, but the moment he sees his beloved goddess in the body of a mortal lying motionless on the burned flood, the emotion bites his heart, spreading the venom of dread through his body. And at the same time, it makes Khonshu furious: the Enneads made his starbringer this weak and helpless, they made his once a mighty deity that could make the most terrifying creatures shake with fear, a fragile mortal.

The god kneels beside her, gently checking if life is still floating through her veins, and to his relief, he finds it. Khonshu places the girl’s head on his lap, slowly stroking her head, while his right hand is rubbing circles on her forearm. Silently, he awaits her to come back.

He has an idea who it was, and if his assumption turns out to be true, it’s a miracle that the girl still breathes.

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The 1st POV

In my world of the oblivion, in my sand maze, I’m enjoying the night sky, enjoying the feelings of my lover besides me. His hands are roaming around my body, his touch is filled with love. My head is nested on Khonsh’s lap, the proximity of our bodies gives waves of pleasure.

“Nights change so fast.” I take Khonshu’s hand and kiss it. “Yet, I remember every one we spent together. Every moment. Every sensation.”

I don’t receive a reply as the world around me disappears, and a soft “Maat” rings in my ears.

When my eyes fly open, I realize that I'm still in the flat. The smell of burnt wood makes me cringe. The floor is littered with dark scars of fire, still nothing else is damaged. 

I notice a man adorned in white attire and a tall figure behind him.

“Steven, Khonshu what’s going on.” My brain needs a few seconds to register the events.

“I’m Marc, actually,” the man reveals in an American accent, and for a moment a sign ‘error’ runs into my head. But when Marc’s clothes change into a white three-piece-suit, my mind is blown. “It’s me, Steven.”

“Do I need to know how?” I ask them, looking at Khonshu. Right now, I’m not sure whose head is more twisted.

“Perhaps later,” the English accent replies. 

“How are you feeling,” Khonshu asks, coming beside my bed. But I remember Barry’s words and decide to interrogate the god.

“What were you doing in the museum the other night?” I shoot. 

“Is it important right now?” Khonshu replies, and without using words, he tells Steven with his head to leave us alone.“Do you know who has attacked you?”

Since he hasn't answered my previous question, I strike a new one: "Who am I, Khonshu?" 

Khonshu stiffens, shoulders tense, like he's ready to defend himself, when I jump off the bed. I stand straight, though my size is insignificant in comparison to him. 

"You know something, Khonshu, do you? You have the answer I'm seeking." I won't let him fence with the question. 

"It's for your own good."

"Then go away." With that I turn away from him. My eyes burn from the unshed tears of frustration. I thought there was a strong connection, that he had a key to blocked life. Perhaps I was wrong, or perhaps he just has no intention of using it.

I expect him to leave, since he clearly has no intention to satisfy me with the keys to my quiz. To my surprise, a strong hand falls on my shoulder, the touch sends millions of sparks to travel my body. 

“How about we discuss it in a more pleasant way?” I shiver because of his rich voice being so close to me. “It’s such a breathtaking night for a date, don’t you agree.” A weak sound of agreement leaves my mouth. 

Khonshu’s hand covers my eyes, my breath hitches in anticipation, but when he opens the curtain my sight with an amazing view: my home clothes have altered into a pretty dress. The corset is white, while the long skirt of the outfit is pitch black that is adorned with small shiny stones. The dress fits like a glove. 

When I look at Khonshu, I behold a not so tall god wrapped in a nice-tailored suit. 

“You look stunning, my goddess.” The compliment colours my checks into the red. “The carriage is awaiting us.”

When we go out the building, a white limo is parked at the entrance. Khonshu opens the door for me to sit.

Inside the luxurious car, I notice a man, a driver. When he turns to me, the face that is peering over me is Steven’s or Marc’s. But something tells me he’s not them.

“Jake,” Khonshu, placing himself across from me, dresses the man, “you know the place.” Jake just silently nods, but then looks at me and grins. It’s not Steven’s shy smile, for sure. Not to be impolite, I awkwardly wave at him.

“It’s Jake Lockley,” Khonshu explains, “Marc’s another part. You already know Steven.”

“Are there more?”

“No, that is all components of my package deal.”

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We arrive at the park, where a small lake, like a mirror, it reflects the night sky on its water. The moon is especially mesmerizing: its lights, as if silk fabric, spread over the still surface of the lake.

“Khonshu, what are you hiding?” I ask the god, whose hand is holding my waist.   

“Nothing that can make you doubt me, sweetheart.” I can feel his gloved hand rubbing the material of my corset. “But one answer I can grant you. I stole nothing in the museum. Neither did Marc. But the Ankh was indeed taken. And we went there to investigate. Your other question is a mystery for me, as it’s for you. Yet, a part of the answer I have, but only once it’s out-and-out I will present it to you.” The god slightly bow down his head.

When I gaze over the deity, I feel a reality melds into a different scene. The surrounding melts, the lake is still here, but the park has faded into the familiar gold desert. A warm feeling reminds about itself with tugging of my heart and sweet pulsation of my blood. I take the thread that is squeezing my soul and slowly but surely pull it.

“Khonshu, I—” But everything shatters when a yelling from a drunk man booms.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “What was that?” I ask Khonshu about the vision. But I don’t get the reply as the god takes my hand, making me look at him. 

“Something has just come out. Marc and I need to deal with it. Wait here till my return.” With that, he disappears, leaving me alone with the night sky. I have nothing else to do but to enjoy the sight. 

I hear light steps are coming to me, turning to the source of the sound I am met with an attractive woman. 

“The moon is gorgeous,” her soft voice rings out like a fine bell. I look wary at her, not sure how to react. “The most beautiful creation I’ve ever seen. So bright, but yet so distant. Even if it takes overcoming the sky to make it mine, it’ll do it without hesitation.” 

I have no time to realize anything, when my body hits the cold surface of the water, absorbing my body and bringing it down.

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I want to apologize, it took longer that I expected. The story ends in two or so chapters.

Thank you for the reading, and your feedbacks. Especially @loki-s-wife @coldcola @4rin4 for small comments of the encouragement.

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Inner Peace

Khonshu x Female! Goddess! Reader

Chapter 3. Khonshu's rise and downfall

Words: 1497

Warnings: Fluff and Angst?

It's Canon Divergence. The story is not following the plot of the show.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The 3rd POV

Eons ago

The Pyramid of Giza saw not one assemblage of the Enneads. The powerful deities decided the fate of not only human lives, but also the gods who dared to break the laws and go against the Enneads. 

They were gathered once again, each deity claiming their place in the room. There was a conflict, having spread like a fire across the land, resulting in endless rivers of dead bodies and blood. The conquers came to the land, aiming to claim it their own. 

Khonshu was tired of the massacre, so he appealed to the Enneads, asking them to stop it.

Nevertheless, they irreproachably refused to be involved in any way.

"We won’t interfere, Khonshu," standing in the middle, Ra declared, the deity with the head of a falcon and the sun-disk inside a cobra resting on his head. "It's not their first war and definitely won't be their last bloodshed. Mortal's lust for power is bottomless, we give them a river, they demand an ocean. Let their blood be on their hands, thusly they understand the consequences of their actions." 

The gods had lost their faith in humankind a long time ago, when they began to abuse the given power of their helpers. Still, not all Enneads agreed with the irrevocably tainted, and so they hadn't given up on them yet. One of them was Maat, she always had a soft spot for mortals, so the goddess tried to guide them, like an anchor in the unrest sea. 

"I demand you to revise the decision. Our people lay down their lives. They are slaughtered like the cattle by the invaders. It must be stopped," the goddess of Justice and Harmony demand, her strong yet fine voice broke away, echoing through the walls of the pyramid. She rarely bestowed her opinion, hardly the gods needed it, but she couldn't be silent today. 

When Khonshu heard her demand, her enchanting voice instantly slipped into the soul of the god of the moon night. Around her, he kept having the same sensation : a tug, a pull that needed him to be with her. 

She was standing tall, chin tilted up, an ostrich feather preened her head, while she was standing up for their ideas, their people. Khonshu could only admire her.

Maat and Khonshu were close but in contrast to her, the other gods didn't favour him. They could never understand him. But he knew, Maat did. He deemed, they were quite similar, he brought justice while she was the embodiment of the balance. Her purpose was to let people enjoy their lives, let them reach their inner peace. 

"I agree with my sister," Hathor joined her sibling. 

Hathor one of the few who also supported Khonshu. Though, it was not enough. The gods voted. And Maat was deeply disappointed in their decision: the majority hadn't approved, so they would let it go with the flow. 

"I'm sorry Khonshu,  we did everything we could..." Maat said with quiet empathy.

"Then, Maat, we can only let our avatars deal with it."

That day Maat left the court of the deities, they were blinded by their arrogance and righteousness. 

Maat and Khonshu only the grew closer after that, and with centuries, their connection only drew them into a new course.

"My darling Maat,” Khonshu was holding the goddess in his arms, his head on the top of hers, lean finders were caressing her back, “my starbringer, humans don't have the words that I could use to describe my feelings. They call it love, yet I doubt saying a “I love you’ is enough. Will you take a part of my soul and give me yours in return?"

"Oh, Khonshu. My dear Khonshu," Maat takes the head of the god in her head, fingers stoking its rough surface, "my moonlight. You've already had it for some time."

Time flew, night changed, their love did not cease, yet a tragedy, gambling the destruction of the balance in human life, had risen. Ammit launched an uprising, destroying the people she deemed evil, unworthy to walk on these lands. The gods punished her, caging in the stone. Though, not without casualties - Maat lost her beloved avatar, who was like a child for her. 

Khonshu purposed an idea to choose an avatar who would serve them both. No deity had done it before. 

To say the Enneads were unhappy would be an understatement. But the most displeased was Ra. The daughter of his disobeyed him, even though he warned her. 

"I told you stay away from him. He manipulates you," the god of the Sun condemned. He had summoned them to discuss the matter. “You both chose the same person to be an avatar. That is unacceptable. Now your minion have powers of two gods, making him superior in comparison to others. You, my daughter, as the goddess of the Balance, ought to see what disturbance it can lead to.”

"We have merely been helping people," Maat backed, "the one thing you failed to do." She told off.

"Careful, Maat. I'm not talking to you as your father, but as the highest God. For your actions, you can spend an eternity in stone."

"So let it be," she answered confidently.

"Maat, no." Khonshu didn't like that outcome, he would do everything to keep her safe. "The punishment should lay upon myself."

“Don't get involved in family business, Khonshu.”

“You said yourself, Ra, it's not a father-daughter gathering.”

“Learn to hold your tongue.” Ra knocked the staff on the ground. “You are no longer allowed to see each other.”

“You can't do this,” Maat objected.

“I can and I will. From this moment you release your avatar of their duties, and you,” he pointed at Maat, “takes your place among the Enneads again. But If I find out that you disobeyed, you'll face the consequences.” 

They found a loophole, after all, Ra said only if he found out about the affair. 

That's how the secret love rooted in their life. As soon as the moon embellished the sky, they met at the temple, which their last avatar had erected. The nights were full of affection, after all their shared the bond that could never be broken. 

Khonshu regret his egoistic desire to be with Maat. Perhaps then, the fate would have been more merciful. Eventually, every secret comes out. 

…

It happened out of the blue. 

As usual, they were at their sacred place. Their deity body were tingled, feeling nirvana from the connection.

Then Maat felt unpleasant tension in the air, it was draining her, making her weak. 

She fell to her knees, Khonshu was beside her, supporting. He dreaded this moment to come. 

The god of the moon saw every moment of the suffering of his love. He saw her shiny eye lamented at him, but seeing her heart-breaking smile while she was fading away was completely devastating. 

Seizing her all might, she took Khonshu's head and kisses his beak, uttering no words.

A tingling feeling and an empty soul were the only reminders of Khonshu's love. 

The god of the moon went to the pyramid, ready to fight and strike every deity in order to free his soul from the stone prison. 

In their haven, the Enneads had been awaiting him. Khonshu appeared there, gripping his staff tightly. He peered over the room to catch the sight of the statue, but it wasn't there. 

“You sentenced your daughter to suffering because of something she had no control,” Khonshu stated

“Her love for you wasn’t an only crime. I was informed of her plan to bring Apep back.” 

Ra’s reply enraged the god. It made no sense to Khonshu. "Why would she free someone she helped to detain?" 

"Her crime was proved. As well as yours. For it we, the Enneads, banish you, Khonshu, the god of the moon, till you won't find the way to redeem yourself."

"You can't do it!" he entreated. Banished, Khonshu wouldn't be able to see Maat, her imprisoned form. 

But it was too late. Since that day, Khonshu had not once laid his eyes on his starbringer. But the memories of the night were forever carved inside his mind. 

His purpose became to hunt down the true culprit. The one, who wanted to release Apep, the ancient deity who embodied chaos and was thus the opponent of light and Maat. Who dared to frame his starbringer. They better to await the wrath of Khonshu.

Without success, he spent several ages searching. Until once, Hathot didn't come to him, bearing grave news. The statue, holding Khonshu’s beloved, had vanished, no traits left. It was the stew that broke the camel's back. That night, the moon lost its light, making it look gloomy.

In honour of his soul, he has been carrying on the mission of bringing justice, but then he was given a hope of being reunited with his starbringer. And he won't let it go.

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Thoughts? Should I keep going, or has the story became boring? Let me know, please :)

Thank you for the reading!!!

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❗️Major Spoilers❗️ for episode 6 of Moon Knight 🌙

I've just watched the last episode. My thoughts: there are not enough words to describe it! Gripping, awesome, unbelievable!

My favourite moments:

Khonshu in the angry mood

Marc and Steven's connection

Egyptian superhero Layla(with an amazing costume)

More Mr Knight

And the last, but certainly not the least. Jake Lockley and Khonshu in a suit

#jake lockley #khonshu #marc spector #marvel #mcu #moon knight #steven grant #oscar isaac

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The jokes about a package deal became true.

If you know what I mean ;)

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Are you ready for the finale of Moon Knight?

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Khonshu in the final episode 💙💙💙

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Inner Peace

Khonshu x Female! Goddess! Reader

Chapter 2. A lesson in mythology

Words: 1640

Warnings: None? (let me know, if I should add smth)

It's Canon Divergence. The story is not following the plot of the show.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The 1st POV

The moon is alone in the navy blue sky. There are no stars to accompany it, just endless darkness holds a white orb in its tight clutches. 

Roaming in the golden labyrinth, I try to find … Actually, I don’t know what I’m looking for, but my legs keep carrying me. 

I see a lean silhouette in the distance, standing on the top of the hill. Their head is tilted towards the lone moon. 

The figure doesn't seem to notice me, or at least doesn't bother to acknowledge, when I come closer to them. 

A long bird skull is eliminated in the soft white lights. I immediately recognize it. 

Is it a projection of my mind? Is it trying to play tricks on me? 

But I make no move. It feels like I'm floating, my body is light, my mind is thoughtless. 

"The moon is rather lonely, don't you believe?" I hear myself saying, though I don't know where it's coming from, like it's not my thoughts but somebody else's. 

"Yes," the figure laments, the string of sadness is prominent in the tapestry of a rich voice. 

"It's not fair," I carry on, "the moon's beauty and grace shouldn't be kept to itself. I deem, I know what it lacks."

I take a handful of the sand and blow it into the sky. Its small pieces, resembling diamonds, fly towards the dark canvas, strewing it, they light up, forming constellations. 

"Thank you, Maat," the bird figure whispers. His massive skull rests gently on my head, while the swathed hands are holding me around my waist. "Thank you, my starbriger."

Waking up, I realise that I feel refreshed. No more fatigue from restless sleeping, there is only content void of lightness in my chest. 

The dreams have changed as well. They are no more plagued with the stone pyramid, but with incomprehensible episodes that leave an imprint of warmth in my chest. 

…

The bus is not anywhere near being  devoid of people today. Though, the journey home is far pleasant, when you are not worn out to no end.

I'm going through the same place, where I saw a mysterious man with no less mysterious bird-headed being, not knowing the purpose of the search. 

At the last second, I race to the door, particularly stepping over the heads of disgruntled people, I get off the double-decker and head towards the British Museum. 

A large banner with "New Egyptian exhibition" meets me at the entrance, so it becomes my destination. 

A wide range of showpieces, artifacts and specimens are presented among the massive hall.

A specific exhibit feels like calling me, gaining my full attention. It's an ancient stela with Egyptian hieroglyphs encircling a woman in a voluminous pleated robe, a single feather adorns her head. 

"Maat”, the name echoes around the room, bouncing across the room. I shiver, millions of tiny needles are thrusted into my skin. A well-known tag is knotted in my chest, leaving me breathless. 

I turn around to inspect the room, but my eyes land on mahogany obsidian orbs of the man's irises. I immediately recognise the slightly untamed curly hair. 

"Sorry," the dark-headed man apologies timidly, "didn't mean to startle me. It's Maat, the Egyptian goddess of truth, justice and harmony. In the Duat,creepy place, trust me, the hearts of the dead ate weighed against her feather. She was also—"

"Are you working here?" I cut him short. From his chattering I start to get a small headache, a slight pressure on my temple.

"No, sorry, not any more at least," he gabbles. "I'm Steven. With a V." (It never gets old) 

I start introducing myself when in the corner of my eyes I notice a familiar bird skull. 

"Have I gone nuts?" I whisper. 

"Well, you're not alone," Steven whispers in return. 

I peer at him, he wears a soft smile, something tells me he knows something, while I don't have the foggiest. 

"You can see him as well, can you?" I finally voice the question.

"Something I wish I couldn't. Nevertheless, I do see Khonshu."

"Khonshu?" 

"Yes, the Egyptian god of the moon."

The named Khonshu has not moved from his spot, looming in the other end of the hall, while people are roaming around, completely oblivious to the deity.

…

Khonshu's POV

She is standing here, a few meters are keeping them apart, her gaze is puzzled yet intrigued and alive, there is no hint of fright. 

I wish I could touch her. Is it even possible? he wonders, keeping the riddle to himself. He wants to feel her, her soft and hot like flames touch always left a burn on his soul.

He's afraid to approach her, afraid that she's just a myth, he let himself believe. 

When the girl waves at him, he's totally flabbergasted. 

"I believe he wants to talk to you," his avatar chimes in their silent interaction. "Let's find a place without unwanted eyes and ears."

…

The 1st POV

We reach an empty alley, where no prying soul can bother us.��

"How do you know him?" How a human can meet a deity, there must be a story behind it. 

"Well," he awkwardly rubs his neck, the sight of discomfort. "I'm his avatar. 'Fist of vengeance' he calls me."

"Vigilante?"

"You can say so." 

The god of the moon is already awaiting us. How do you greet him? Do you kneel? 

Up close, he's even taller, and more powerful. His posture is strong, intimidating, the staff in his hands only magnify the effect. 

"Hi," I greet him meekly. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Khonshu's words rings out. His voice is the same as in the dream: strident and soulful, the finest sound of a violin is just a creak compare to the tone of his voice. It makes my breath hitch. 

"I dream about you."

"What do you see in the dream?" he inquires. 

"I always see the moon. Though, I was caged into a pyramid, deprived of the chance to get out. But recently it's changed. I'm no longer a prisoner but a wanderer, who doesn't know it's destination. Yesterday I found you. You were sorrowful and alone, as the moon in that sky. I took a handful of sand and created stars for you. You called me —"

"Starbriger," Khonshu completes.

"What does it mean?"

His chance to reply is taken as a man with a serving knife in his grasp ambushes us. And he is aiming at me. But before he can swing the weapons, a masked man in white neat suit sets on the assailant, punching him in the face. 

"Knocked out!" he exclaims, when the man falls down. "It was like a knife through butter. Get it. Knife." He imitates sticking a knife.

"Steven?" I ask the man.

Before he can answer, the man stands up. Steven doesn't wait, he grabs the man and pin him to the wall of the building.

"Please," the man pleas, trembling. "I was just sitting at a restaurant with my date. I don't even know how I get here." 

Something in me tells me it's not right. The attacker is not the man who is holding the blade. The man before me is not guilty. 

"Let him go, Steven," I order with authority, "he's innocent."

"He tried to make canapés of you." 

"Trust her," Khonshu points. "She knows it. Let the man go." His words, his trust make me feel proud. I smile, itching in my heart return, as if it begs me that it needs something more. 

As soon as the man is released, he flees, leaving a trail of dust behind. 

Khonshu addresses me, kneeling down before me:

"The feeling you get, the itching inside your chest, the tagging, your dreams are all the projection of your memories and past. You're Maat. The Goddess. And most importantly, you're my lost…love." 

When Khonshu finishes the speech, I start to get a strong splitting headache. The more I think about his words, the harder is the pain. When I can't take it anymore, my mind shuts down. 

…

Khonshu's POV 

The worm is able to break the fall of the girl. Her eyes are open, but she doesn't move or show any reaction. The face is blank.

"What's wrong with her?" the human questions. 

"She's mortal." The god answers solemnly. "Her body could not cope with her memories that number thousands of years, and so it caused her to enter a catatonic state." 

"How do we help her?"

"The forced memories will fade away, and she gets to normal, though without the recollection of the triggers." 

The girl is coming back from her trance. I hide in order to prevent from the unpleasant experience. 

…

The 1st POV 

I notice Steven is holding me in with arms. I jump from his embrace, hoping that dim light can hide my embarrassment. 

"What happened?" I ask him. Steven is no longer in his white suit, but in his casual wear. 

"You blacked out. I think you should go home to rest. Meeting a moon deity and nearly getting cut takes its toll on you."

And Steven walks me home. Without Khonshu this time. Or at least I think so.

…

Getting to my flat, I thank Steven and give him my number in case he'll need to reach me. Bidding goodbye, he leaves.

A few minutes later, I hear a knock on the door. Did Steven forget something?

"Steven, do you —," but it isn't Steven. 

At the threshold is standing a tall man, with long dark hair and groomed beard, who is wearing plain white clothes. 

"Em, can I help you," I ask awkwardly.

"My name is Barry. I'm avatar of Ra. I'll like to talk to you, dear." The man grins.

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Inner Peace

Prologue

Chapter 1. The Cage

Chapter 2. A lesson in mythology

Chapter 3. Khonshu's rise and downfall

Chapter 4. Fine line

Chapter 5. Going home

Chapter 6

Epilogue

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Inner Peace

Khonshu x Female! Goddess! Reader

Chapter 1. The Cage

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Warnings: None?

It's Canon Divergence. The story is not following the plot of the show.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The 1st POV

Sand, golden sand - that's all I can see. 

I'm running through the endless desert; my only anchor is the moon in the dark sky, littered with tiny stars. 

I don't know whether I'm running away from or towards something. The only thing I'm sure about is that I need to keep going. I can't give up now.

"Maat," a voice thunders through the firmament. It gives me shivers, though not unpleasant ones. "My darling Maat, my starbringer. Come back to me."

I look at the moon: its blue rays are caressing my skin. So warm, so familiar. I want to reach it. I must reach it. 

But out of the blue, a stone wall rises from the sand, blocking my path, stopping me from seeing the moon, from its loving touches. 

I fall on the sand, which used to be golden, now dull and grey. 

Standing up, I try to bypass the obstacle, but the ground shakes again, and three more stone plates emerge, caging me inside the stone pyramid.

I cry out, hitting the wall with all might in hopes that it can be as easily broken as glass. But all in vain. 

Suddenly, my cell begins to shrink. It becomes smaller, and smaller, and smaller. 

With no way out, I try to hold the celling when it gets too close to me. 

Rapid, shallow breathing does nothing good for my horrified state. I can feel blood pulsing through my veins.  

I don't want to be imprisoned. I want the moon, I need the light. I need K—

Beep, beep, beep. 

Irritating sound wakes me up. 

My phone shows 7 am, which means it's time to get up. Though, there is no will inside me that can bring me into my everyday routine. The only thing that lures me now is dreamless sleep. 

The unsettling nights have been bothering me for a while. They always start the same: golden desert shimmers in the blue light of an enchanting enormous moon, a rich voice entice me, calls me. But then those pleasant dreams merge into cruel nightmares with an unbearable grab of gloomy walls, seizing me inside. Never have I ever managed to escape the prison.

Taking a few minutes to even the breathing, I finally find an ounce of willpower to stand and get ready, so I won't be late for the universe. 

Currently, I'm finishing getting my degree in the university of law. It's my cup of tea. The idea of bringing justice, poising life of people, inspires me. I deem I've found my place in life. 

…

I'm completely worn-out. Disturbing dreams and hard work take their toll on me. 

I'm packed in a red bus on my way home; a stranger's back rubs my clothed skin. I don't need to hold into something because there is basically no place to land in the case of a tumbling. 

My eyes are too heavy to stay open. Just a couple of stops, and I’ll make it. A couple of stops, I remind myself. 

The only activity that keeps me from completely going into oblivion is peering at the window. Even though I have memorized the path, there is always something new and worth noticing. 

The busy streets of the city centre meet my gaze. Some people aimlessly walking around, some others are hurrying to get away from this hell. 

My attention is caught by a man, who is leaving the British museum. His white clothes make him stand out from the crowd. His dark curly head is heading towards the road, the man’s posture is rather stooped, moves clumsy. 

While the bus has halts at the station. I don’t know why I keep observing the dark-haired man. 

Suddenly he stops. Taking a few steps to get away from the flow of people, he hides around the corner, nevertheless, I can still see him perfectly from my point of view. It seems he is talking to someone, but nobody is here. Then a tall figure leeks from the shadows. 

I can’t believe my eyes. It’s no man, rather a bizarre creature with a bird skull instead of the head. The whole body is wrapped in dressings, entirely covering his slender body. His hand clutches tightly a staff with a crescent moon on top. 

I get a funny yet familiar itch feeling inside my chest. My heart is beating loudly, throbbing blood warms my body. It tells me to come off the bus and go to him. 

But then I blink. The creature and the man have just faded away from the scene, like they’ve never been there.

My exhaustion is long forgotten.

Khonshu’s POV

Khonshu needs to reach Marc Spector.

There is a new foe, who’s been terminating an innocent and sinless people, cutting off their path ahead of time. But Khonshu has no idea, who is the threat. But he’s sure about one thing: it’s an Egyptian deity. One of the same gods that banished him. One of the Gods that took away his love, tearing Khonshu from the inside in the process. 

Verbalizing Mark his apprehension, Khounshu feels a well-know tug inside his soul. He wants to take a thread and pull it. He knows who is on the other end. His heart. 

How it’s possible, the moon god wonders. 

Looking around, his gaze falling on a red vehicle. It’s there. 

His empty sockets find a girl. There is nothing peculiar in her appearance, he’s seen billions of faces through his endless immortal life, after all. But she shines from within, it fascinates him. 

He lets her go. For now. Since he’s sure, their paths are already shackled.

…

The 1st POV

Sand, the same golden sand, that I perceive every night, once again spread over the ground. My shoeless feet can perfectly feel its ticklish pieces. 

A continuous circle of events, the scenario of which I've learnt by heart, will repeat. But something is different, my guts tell me. The moon is white today, no blue emits from the light. Only pure white. 

“Maat,” the booming voice rushes through the desert, “find me, claim my soul, my precious starbringer.”

As usual, when I try to reach it, the stone cage envelops me. 

“No!” I yell loudly, the pyramid only volumes up the sound. “Please, let me out, I beg you! I can’t take it any more!” But nobody hears me.

My nails dig into the skin and the knuckles white, with bones producing, I’m holding my fists so tight, that my hands are shaking from the pressure. 

Hit. 

Nothing. 

Another hit.

No result. 

Taking one more try, with all pain in my heart, with all hatred towards the prison, I blow my fist into the wall. 

With that, the pyramid falls apart. And the moon illuminates my path.

I know, I’ve just broken free.

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Khonshu x Female! Goddess! Reader

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You used to be a goddess, a daughter of the God of the Sun Ra, the lover of Khonshu. The people named you Maat, and you were known as the goddess of truth and justice.

Yet, you perpetrated a crime yourself: your father banished your love for Khonshu. But the two of you could never break the chains that intertwined your hearts. And when you denied to break the bound with your moon, with the help of other gods, Ra imprisoned you in stone.

But something went wrong. Your statue disappeared from the vault.

While guiding his moon knight, Marc Spector, Khonshu came across an intriguing girl in the British museum as she seemed to see through the spell that disguised him from unwanted sight of other people.

Will you, now a mortal girl, remember your previous life as a goddess, and most importantly, will your heart rebound with your forgotten lover?

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