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moongumi · 2 years

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under our moonlight²

pairing: khonshu x reader

⟶ cw. age-gap (lol its khonshu), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut

sypnosis: you are taken to the british museum for school and well, khonshu knows a lot about what's there.

⟶ wc. 3k

a/n: khonshu vibes over here! this chapter builds on their relationship before and after MC becomes his avatar. I'm looking for beta readers for this specific fic so if you're interested dm me!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

Khonshu remembers the day he met you, the day he met his little bird. The day you died and were awakened by him again to serve your deity. It wasn’t a day you’d ever want to be reminded of, but of course every year the anniversary of your father’s death comes around and darkness surrounds you.

Beep. Beep. The beeps kept going, reminding your mother that you were no longer with them. Only an hour ago did a tragedy happen, a huge car accident on a forest trail, vehicles zooming at speeds that were unstoppable crashing through the forest trees cutting them in half before it hits you and your father─you had pushed your mother out of the way and completely ate the impact.

Khonshu watches in the small hospital room, surrounding you were your mother and other relatives that you never spoke of-mourning the loss of your father and the loss of you soon enough. You were in a coma, your head completely caved in and even if you were too awaken-your bones were crushed, you’d be completely paralyzed and have no memories most of your life─death would be a mercy.

Your mother was devastated, your family had all the money in the world and none of that money could’ve fixed you.

Khonshu pitied that thought, the thing people wanted, craved the most in the world - riches, cannot deny the fate of humans.

When your mother had to leave to let your family out past visitors hours it had come down to it, your mother was discussing her options with the doctors and the only option that was viable was to pull the plug and let you rest before your body would decay.

Khonshu knew he only had so long, “Y/n L/n.”

You woke up, strapped underneath piles of tubes and wires. Choking on your breathing tube you pulled it out, coughing out. The machine next to you beeps loudly, but Khonshu shuts it up with a flick of his hand.

You reached for the pain in your body, head wrapped and legs strapped in confusing contraptions. That was until you saw the large figure in front of you, a ghost.

You screamed, and Khonshu sighed.

“Rest your mind mortal, I am Khonshu.” He begins, seeing the horror in your face, “I am the Egyptian God of the Night Sky.”

“I know who you are─in writing but you don’t look like your drawings.”

You knew of him, he was grateful and pleased. Living in this world it wasn’t rare to see superpowers and weird things but you didn’t expect an Egyptian God.

“You are dying. Accept my offer and you will rise again as my Moon Knight.”

You breathed heavily in front of him, your small body shaking as you took in what was around you. Realizing that this was the only way, it didn’t take much for you to see your mother outside the door alone. You remembered the crash and knew what happened.

“Khonshu, what are the clauses of your deal?”

Khonshu was blunt and to the point, “You serve me and you live.”

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Your bed’s wet, sheets covered with your sweat.

“Nightmare?”

You sigh, rubbing your eyes, “Something like that.”

Khonshu sits on your window still, breathing in the night sky, “Let’s take your mind off of it.”

Breaking people’s faces with your bare fists definitely took the edge off. But it was only enough for the moment, you walk home on the streets of London hearing the chatter and screaming of drunk people at this time of the night.

“I’m going to get a drink okay?” You walk into a local shop and grab two bottles of wine, only maybe did you need two but hell, having an extra was nice.

Khonshu waits outside the shop as you come out, “Is it about your father?”

“Yea, it’s only been a year. I don’t wanna go to the anniversary, saying anniversary makes it seem like a celebration─”

“Call it a memorial, little bird, it is not going to be a party, I hope for your sake,” He interrupts but you appreciate it.

You walk home with him by your side, “She’ll call me tomorrow probably so can we take time off from Moon Knighting?”

“Of course, I would never make you serve me in such tragic times.”

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Khonshu watches you from his favorite spot, at the window next to your bed that aligns perfectly with the moonlight. He feels calm by it, and only observes the way you were crying over the film you were watching with the first bottle of wine nearly finished.

“I can’t believe he’s died!” You cried out as if Khonshu was even watching the movie or cared to understand what was happening in the film.

Khonshu hums looking back at the crescent moon, “It is a beautiful night.”

“It is but I’m sad!” You mutter, laying against the couch trying to fix your hair that had gone completely everywhere, “Do you remember every night Khonshu?”

“Of course, I am the God of the Night Sky, darling.”

“Do you remember the night that I died and came back to life and my dad didn’t? Do you remember picking me instead of my dad-”

“You were chosen for a reason, you were born to be my avatar - and no one else could take your place,” Khonshu cuts you off, his voice coated with passion.

“But why? Why did my dad have to die?”

Khonshu gets up, leaving his scepter against the brick walls. He’s next to you and crouches down on his knee cocking his head- allowing your eyes to meet with the void of his own, “You were supposed to die that day too, you are here now because of me. Fate is cruel.”

“Fate isn’t real.”

Khonshu sighs, “Fate is what you make it out to be, fate is the path you create and your fate brought you to me and you made the choice to come back to life - without you here your mother wouldn’t be herself and I wouldn’t have you in my life.”

“Uh─fuck, my mom’s a bitch, Khonshu, don’t remind me of her.”

He sighs again. He only spoke out of his heart so much knowing you wouldn’t remember most of it, but it seemed to allow you to open up about your own feelings quite a bit. He knew of the situation with your mother, after all, he was there the entire time.

Your mother had moved on within that year, dating a new man and it seemed like she was bound to become engaged within the month. It was disgusting as you would word it, it wasn’t like your father died from illness or they divorced, he was killed and your mother had moved on with her life with the excuse of, her not wanting to stay in mourning for the rest of her life. Which explains how you didn’t want to attend the yearly event about your father that was hosted by your witchlike mother.

It wasn’t long until Khonshu notices you sobbing uncontrollably, popping open another bottle before taking a swig of it. “My life would be a lot worse without you, Khonshu.”

“Well yes, you would not be alive my dove.”

You laugh, eyes still wet with tears, “No─no. I meant you make me really happy, Khonshu.”

If he had a heart, he didn’t know if he did or didn’t, it would swell. He felt a strange feeling a pump in his chest, his fingers tingled hearing such a heartfelt thing leave your pretty lips. Your cheeks were red from the alcohol and your eyelids were heavy, your lips curved with a genuine smile.

Never in his life, had he felt like this about an avatar. His little bird had pulled strings in his soul enough to completely change the way he thought about this devotion-based relationship.

His wrapped hand reaches out for your fluffy hair, brushing your hair back out of your face. The little contact pushes you back against the cushions and your head fell against the soft material causing your eyes to shut completely. You didn’t even notice him caressing your hair, down to your cheeks - his eyes unable to keep themselves from lingering onto how your shirt fell off your shoulders. His large hand pulls it up, thinking you may be cold─definitely not because his eyes would lurk further and further.

“My dove, sleep well. You’ve got a rough week to get through but I will be alongside you like always.”

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You wanted to pound your head against the table, listening to your lectures about non-sense. They were discussing your options for the next assignment, doing jewellery design was more of an impulse choice and just to make your mother happy as you didn’t even want to go to university.

They mentioned stuff about attending galleries and museums to collect data and inspiration, most importantly they were offering a class trip to the British Museum.

You tapped your feet as you spun the pen in your hand until you notice him standing next to your lecturer, and the pen drops against your sketchbook. You are needed, my avatar, we must prevent the death of many by this useless war.

You had to squeeze through your classmates and even though probably no one was looking at you, it felt embarrassing to leave the lecture before it finished.

“I can’t believe you’re pulling me out of class!” You whisper yell, rushing down the steps to get outside before Khonshu could take you to the destination you were needed.

Khonshu scoffs, picking up his staff and walking alongside you, “You must be confused, little bird. You are firstly my avatar then secondly, anything else.”

“I just wish I could, you know, attend class and be normal for even a day?” You mutter.

He cocks his head, “You are able to do such things but protecting the lives of others is the price you must pay for the gift I bestowed upon you.”

“I know, you remind me of that too often.”

“And you complain about the clauses too often.”

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It was already the day of the museum visit and were excited to break out of your school, work, and home routine, not including the Moon Knight stuff.

You’ve never actually been to the British Museum even though it was only a couple of tube rides away. You were going with your class and all plus you were all paired up to go around the place, you assumed it was a sort of attempt of making students make friends.

“You better behave today,” You mutter, getting on the coach that would take you all.

Khonshu scoffs, outside of the coach only watching you through the window, “You are off to the museum that houses stolen artifacts from tombs and temples, some of those items belonged to me and my fellow deities. Surely, you would want my very intuitive commentary on what you are to look at, would you not?”

“Sure but, I want to be normal today? Okay.”

You sit in a window seat and the other seat was soon occupied, “Uh, wait─”

“Hey,” The guy from work the other day, for some reason his name was not ringing any bells, “It’s Thomas or Tom.”

“Oh sorry, I forget people really easily.”

Tom laughs, “It’s okay, I thought you’d call me or text but I guess I was just hopeful. We could still be friends, right?”

Friends? Who does this vermin think he is to be sitting next to you without permission. Khonshu's rough voice scrapes your ears and you couldn’t even hear what left the other guy's mouth, you only smiled and nodded hoping he wasn’t asking anything too serious.

“I’m your partner for today, if you’re wondering why I’m here.”

You gape, “Ah, alright. That’s cool.” It was cool, he seemed like a nice guy and he was your age so hopefully, you’d have something to talk about.

I recommend you break his windpipe before he slobbers all over you. You sighed, looking away from Tom and whispering, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Sorry?”

“Hm?” You pretended as if nothing had happened.

Tom smiled, “I thought you said something.”

“Oh might’ve been my headphones.”

You are making me lose my patience, crow. I will not let this stand, you will not be able to withstand my wrath. The coach shakes as Khonshu uses his powers to make the winds move. You try your hardest to ignore him but the death bird gets closer and practically tries to shove his head through the window glaring at you. Fuck, this was going to be a great trip.

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“Khonsu─”

“What?” You whip around as if you were exposed.

Tom points at the hieroglyphs, “That’s apparently Khonsu, depicted as─a pigeon?”

A Falcon, little bird, correct this man before I correct the way his head can rotate. He lurks behind you, watching your every move like he always does.

“I think that’s a falcon,” You say, doing as Khonshu would’ve liked.

Tom hums, squinting his eyes at the hieroglyphs again, “Looks like a pigeon.”

“He really does─” You had to stop yourself before you said something too personal, you laugh it off and pretended it was a part of the conversation and moved on. Only to look behind your shoulders to see a rather displeased-looking Khonshu, his head tilted downwards as if he was looking at you over his non-existent eyebrows.

“More about this Khonshu, I’ve barely heard of this guy.”

You shrug, holding onto your tote bag, “He seems cool though, a moon god.”

“Yea, they’ve got a lot of stuff about this God, he doesn’t seem very popular.”

Khonshu scoffs, this child does not know what he is talking about. He seems ignorant of the Ennead and the Deities that form it.

“I don’t know much either, to be honest, I only learned about him recently.” You say, replying to Khonshu indirectly hoping to be on some sort of common ground with him because knowing this relationship he’s bound to complain all night.

“Khonshu means Traveller─”

“Hm, might have something to do with him guiding the travellers of the night sky.” Tom looks at you with shock, surprised that you knew that information. If only he knew you helped Khonshu guide those travellers, that would be a real trip.

Tom chuckles, “You are brilliant.”

“Thanks.”

You are brilliant, little dove but this boy is getting on my last nerve. Khonshu hisses. He’s right next to you now and you look up at him but it looks like you’re looking at the tall scripture.

“So, is it true? That you mark the passage of time, with the moon, and with that allow new life to be created. After all, we learn in astronomy that without the moon the world would go out of bounds, natural disasters, animals would perish and plants would die and we would run out of food and also die?” Your eyes are glued to his. If Khonshu could smile he would but he would never tell you that. Yet, he nods, impressed.

“Woah─that’s cute how you talk to the image of Khonshu as if he’s really there,” Tom places himself between you and Khonshu unknowingly, “You’re really passionate about this stuff, huh?”

“Oh,” You laugh, “Yea, something like that.”

My dear, without the moon you wouldn’t be able to experience those autumns you love so much. Without the moon, there would be no seasons and no life. Khonshu spoke, his words were soft and lush.

You smiled, at Khonshu, not Tom, and your eyes glimmered, “That’s beautiful.”

“Yea.” Tom says. Khonshu wanted to bash his staff into this kid’s skull, for interrupting your moment with him.

You snap out of it, looking at Tom for once, “Oh─what?”

“You said that was beautiful,” Tom points at the scripture that included a painting of Khonshu, a human form of him.

You tap your head, “Yea duh, sorry, I literally zoned out.”

Tom doesn’t mind, brushing it off easily before moving on to the other displays. You walk behind him trying to catch up to the rest of the group as well, but not before asking, “Hey, you have a human form right?”

Sometimes, only sometimes. Khonshu replies.

That surprises you, “Sometimes? When is sometimes?”

Sometimes.

Your eyes land on something very shiny and pretty so you take out your phone and snap a photo of it, feeling the cold air whoosh behind you as you see Khonshu’s beak come into view from your peripheral.

Hm, he’s still here. Khonshu murmurs.

“Who’s that,” You look towards Khonshu but Tom answers because to anyone else you were just talking to the only person people can actually see.

“That’s a statuette of Ra, apparently, at least I know something,” He laughs, “He’s the God of the Sun.”

“Hm, is that Khonshu’s sworn enemy or something?”

Tom shrugs from the other side of the glass, “I would think so.”

Khonshu breathes heavily, you met his gaze asking for an answer with your eyes. Yes, Ra and I do not get along, after all the moon and sun are complete opposites.

“So you hate him?”

Yes. I hate him.

“Me─I don’t know him but being a God of the sun sounds cool.” Tom was actually getting a bit annoying now, somehow you enjoyed the museum with Khonshu a lot more than another human being and it seemed Khonshu despised Tom as much he despised that sworn enemy of his.

Shut up, vermin. How many times is he going to think you are talking to him when clearly you are speaking to me. Khonshu growls, trying to bite off the guy’s head.

“Not everyone can see you, Khonshu.” You whispered.

Khonshu hums, “Good, I only want to be seen by your pretty eyes.”

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hpcottagecorefest · 7 months

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HP COTTAGECORE 2023 - MASTERLIST

This has been a wonderful event! Thanks to everyone who participated. 🧺🧺🧺

This is the masterlist post in which all entries submitted across all platforms will be listed.

The AO3 collection will stay open till the end of the year for any late submissions. If you want the blog to reblog your work on Tumblr, please tag @hpcottagecorefest and #hpcottagecorefest2023.

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🖼️ Meadows || Gardening - @givereadersahug / emeraldlove Sirius Black/Severus Snape || Rated G

🖼️ The Herald - @givereadersahug / emeraldlove Harry Potter/Severus Snape || Rated G

Fics

📖 The Cottage in the Woods - @lumosatnight / lumosdrabbles (lumosatnight) Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger || Rated G || 200 words

There is a cottage in the woods just outside of town.

📖 Moonlight - @givereadersahug / emeraldlove Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood || Rated G || 340 words

This year marked their fifth year together, and Hermione already knew what she wanted to surprise Luna with.

📖 Speak Now - @avalynlestrange Draco Malfoy/Reader || Rated NR || <2k words

In which you rudely barge in on a white veil occasion.

📖 Under Our Feet - icefire_eyes23 Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy || Rated M || 4.8k+

Growth may be a natural and essential part of the human condition, but that doesn't mean Hermione Granger has to like it. Harry Potter Cottagecore Fest 2023.

📖 A Walk in the Woods - @thecouchsofa / thecouchsofa Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter || Rated E || 48.2k

After ending up in the Spell Damage Ward at St Mungo’s, Harry is put on mandatory holiday leave. The catch: he has to spend it with Malfoy at his cottage deep in the woods. Harry has no idea why Malfoy agreed to host him, considering he avoided ever being alone in a room with Harry before he left for his sabbatical a year ago. To complicate things, Harry’s enormous longstanding crush hasn’t waned at all in Malfoy’s absence.

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🎙️ Deadheading the Odd Dahlia by peachpety - Cailynwrites Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter || Rated E || 64 minutes

Harry is content to spend his days at Draco’s flower stall at the farmers market, burying his true feelings in artisanal coffee and rose bouquets. When forced to find new lodgings, he accepts Draco’s offer to live in a cottage at Malfoy Manor, and his long-hidden crush blossoms out of control. Turns out, proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

🎙️ Oh Your Love Is Sunlight by B1ackCatChatsBack - Cailynwrites Sirius Black/Remus Lupin || Rated E || 353 minutes

“James texted about an hour ago,” he called after Remus as he used his phone as a torch to get to the kitchen and dug out the bees-wax candles he stored there for emergencies, “Apparently there’s a weather warning ... says he won’t expect me home until tomorrow and asks if you could leave a bowl of water and a newspaper on the floor in the kitchen for me,” he finished, voice shaking with humour Remus snorted “I’m sure we can come to an arrangement,” he teased as he returned. “If I’m very good, can I sleep on the bed?” came Sirius’s reply, “I promise not to lick you awake at ungodly hours of the night,” he finished with a smirk lit by his phone as Remus re-entered the room by the light of a lit candle. “Now that’s not a promise I can let you keep, Darling,” he purred as he placed the candle on the nightstand and clambered onto the bed quicker than he’d done anything else in his life. OR Sirius is stuck in a rut - in a job that he hates without any time to pursue his real passion in the aftermath of a toxic relationship - and goes to visit his friends on the rural coast and finds much more than he bargained for - and maybe exactly what he needs.

🎙️ Silver lime and Thestral hair by gnarf - Cailynwrites Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter || Rated T || 39 minutes

The war had damaged Harry, something that had become very clear once he had started his Auror training. He had to hand in his robes after only three months. He just couldn't do it. So, when Hermione burst into his flat, a letter in her hands about a vacancy for an apprentice, Harry suddenly found himself in front of Ollivander's, nerves on edge, while trying to talk himself into just reaching for the door.

🎙️ The Art of Seduction: Kidnapping and Hypothermia by ChaosAndCrumpets - Cailynwrites Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy || Rated E || 73 minutes

Hermione Granger's battered old Ford Fiesta is not built for snowstorms. It's a good thing there's a flannel-clad tractor driver to come to her rescue. Or is it?

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moongumi · 2 years

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under our moonlight¹

pairing: khonshu x reader

⟶ cw. age-gap (lol), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut

sypnosis: khonshu feels a certain way about his young avatar

⟶ wc. 1.8k

a/n: hii i couldn’t stop thinking about khonshu so here it is!! this was posted first on ao3 and will be onwardsss. the italics means khonshu is speaking inside your head whilst if dialogue means he’s actually talking outloud but of course only you can hear him anyways but for plot its what it is for now!! the structures kinda broken idk it uploaded weird but hope you enjoy!!!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

It wasn’t very easy to focus on writing this essay that you had due tomorrow, especially not if you had left it last moment and definitely not when you have a dead pigeon scowling at you as you ignored him.

His voice boomed through your head every second you had any thought of your own, he just kept interrupting all the focus and thoughts you had.

I’m serious, we must make haste. You sighed, rubbing your head. You continue to ignore him. You cannot ignore me all night, you are my moon knight, this is our deal.

You groan, throwing off your headphones against your couch. The music that could be heard from it echoed softly, and the bird looks at it with a tilted head.

“Couldn’t we just halt it for one night? You told me I could still live a normal life, this is a part of that normal life you promised me.”

Khonshu, the skully bird that you owed your life to scoffs, “Even if this thing you call an education of yours is a part of your normal life, the expectations of an avatar bestows it, above all else, you must devote yourself.”

You can’t roll your eyes much more, staring at the god who barely fit his head in your small apartment. He crouches slightly, his head nearly hits the roof and his staff is held at an angle. His cloak and bandages flow through non-existent wind, it is rather distracting.

He seemed unwilling to budge, you were used to it.

“Fine, can you wait thirty minutes?” You bargained, “Just thirty, okay?”

The God sighs, Sure, but do not make me wait much longer.

Khonshu practically breathes down your neck the entire time, down to every last second. The bird didn’t know much about personal space.

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The next day you felt awfully sore, your body was so goddamn sore. The ceremonial suit healed enough of your body but you couldn’t stay in it long enough, you were too tired and fell asleep. Now you were at your early shift working in a small cafe, having to put the brightest smile on your face right now as you mopped the floors.

“Right,” Your manager walked by calling out your name, “We’re one short today so you guys are going to have a handful of work, they’re on the board so, that’s all I have for you.”

Great, seems like a lot of people were calling in sick this week and well, taking their goddamn holidays at any sign of sunlight but then again, people do take advantage of England's lack of sun but fuck, an indie cafe on the streets of London was bound to be popular, especially as a niche shop with barely any seats. It didn’t matter much, most people just take their drinks to go─for some reason even though it would be much cheaper and faster somewhere like Costa but maybe it was the cute cup sleeves.

“Well fuck me,” Your shift partner groans, she leans on the top of her broom, “Hopefully they don’t ask us to work overtime, again!”

You laugh.

“Surely wouldn’t be a bad thing, I thought you enjoyed working?” You said jokingly.

She places a finger on her lips, “Hush, I only say that to impress him.” She was referring to the manager that had just come by, she did after all have the hugest crush on him.

A presence behind you couldn’t ignore, why was he here? Right now. You turned to face him, trying your hardest to not yell at him right now, no one else sees him but you and well, you didn’t want to seem like a crazy person.

“Khonshu, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t come to my job.” You whispered to yourself, knowing he could hear you. The dead bird hums, looking around the room with his huge head bouncing about. His heavy feet and staff against the ground could only be felt and heard by you. His bandages wrapped around your arms slightly as he brushed past you to stare at your friend.

His beak almost touches her, and she flinches when he teleports back towards you, “Huh, did he just turn the ac on? It’s far too cold for ac today.”

“Maybe?” You answered quickly feeling uneasy, confused as to what Khonshu was trying to do. “I’ll check.”

She thanks you as you basically run off towards the counters, pretending to press buttons on the touchscreen heat control. Hoping that the God that has you wrapped around his fingers would come too.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at him as he leans against the drinks station, brushing his fingers against the coffee machines.

Khonshu hums, his voice echoes out of his throat, “I was curious as to what my avatar gets to in the daytime, the time I never see her.”

You sigh, placing a hand on your hips, “I work, Khonshu. It’s either work or school, do you think I go around selling drugs or something?”

Khonshu sighs, “No.”

He’s direct, but quick with his words even though a lot of it was vague and confusing to you. A ding signals a customer and you pushed past his large frame, the cold and wrapped up body burned under your warm touch but you didn’t know that only he felt it.

Khonshu watches you. He watches his small avatar do her mundane tasks. His large body leans back on the counter, he sees you from behind as you served a customer. A young guy, your age, and attractive. He smiles for far too long, and practically giggles as you spoke.

You asked if he wanted any cookies or cakes, and he smiles asking you what you would recommend. Khonshu recognized this pattern, the flirting that all his other avatars had been through, experienced, or done themselves. This happened a lot to his very beautiful avatar and you always turned them down but for some reason, Khonshu felt a discomfort watching you smile and play along with his vile intentions.

Little bird, give that man his coffee before I make him drink it through a hole in his stomach. He sees you flinch, you turn to scowl at him and he feels good about it. You did as he said, taking the man’s money and making his drink as the man stands and awaits his drink.

You moved back to take the coffee grinds and put them in the machine, smacking Khonshu’s thigh as he was in the way which made the God move but he still stays sat, his large beak brushing some of your hair. Must he stand and watch your every move, I will take his eyes and feed them to your rat back home.

“Khonshu, he’s just waiting for his coffee, a lot of people just stand like that and he asked for takeaway so he’s not even staying here,” You glare at him, “And Luna is a cat! Not a rat.”

That cat looks like a rat, I cannot believe you named her after the moon even though she is a disgusting creature. Khonshu grumbles. Gosh, you weren’t going to argue with him right now about your cat. You knew that she was not the cutest looking to everyone but hell, she was to you, and just because she’s a hairless cat he calls her a rat.

“I thought Egyptians honored cats,” You ask, quietly.

Hmm, not one that looks like a rat. I had many cats, beautiful creatures with fur. At least he was a cat person but still doesn’t make it for the fact that he did hate your cat.

Khonshu breathes down your neck the entire time you made the hot drink, until the time you handed it back to the customer. He watches the man’s hands linger on yours for far too long, he wanted to snap his wrist and bend it behind his back beyond humanly possible.

“Keep the change,” The man says, smiling ear to ear. You thank him, and hopes for him to have a good day. Khonshu was confused as to why you would wish for such a vermin to have a good day.

“See, just a customer,” You put the extra cash into the tips jar, “No need to get jealous.”

Jealous? Do I reek of jealousy little bird? I’m only worried for my avatar’s safety whether it be physically or mentally, and that worm seemed like someone with a corrupted heart. I do not get jealous. Khonshu spat his voice booms in your head.

You hum, turning to face him with a note in your hands, smiling at him, “A worm that gave me his number.”

Give it to me, I will erase it from existence. He reaches but you dodged and crumbled it into a ball before shoving it in your back pocket.

You shake your head, biting your lip, “Nah, I’ll text him─let’s see if you get jealous.”

You will not. I forbid it. Khonsu practically shouts in your ears, you only chuckle and walk past him. He drops the end of his scepter onto the ground to get your attention, “Y/n, as my avatar you will listen to me. You are forbidden to act upon this desire─”

“Nothing in our deal suggests you controlling my sex life, Khonshu, now either leave or stand out of the way rush hour is about to start.”

Khonshu does stand out of the way for a couple of minutes before you feel cold fingers brush against the sides of your hips, it pushes you against the counter as you waited for the blender to finish. The cold fingers belonged to him of course, the boney beak brushes the edge of your sweater.

His fingers slip their way slowly into your back pockets and you were unable to stop him, the crumbled paper leaves your pocket quickly and disintegrates upon his touch.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks redden at his tight hold. You can’t possibly be feeling like this around him, especially not in public. God, you haven’t been touched in months and the closest thing to a man’s hand has you already this worked up, you needed to get laid.

You cleared your throat, “You going to stand behind me all day?”

If needs be, my little bird. Khonshu’s voice breaks through your core, down the pits of your stomach. I sense no discomfort in you, rather, something else but I don’t think you are ready for that conversation.

With that, he leaves you with your breath choked up in your throat and your heart racing. You were only broken out of your trance when the blender dinged and you continued your routine, fill the cup, hand it over and smile.

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under our moonlight³

pairing: khonshu x reader

⟶ cw. age-gap (lol), uni!au, avatar!reader, soft khonshu, smut, touchy touchy, implications of sex, side-pieces

sypnosis: you and khonshu realise there is something more between the two of you

⟶ wc. 1.5k (A shorty sorrrry)

a/n: Hi?? it's your local monster lover <3 I have returned from the dead and will be continuing my fics!! I've finished UNIVERSITY n' GRADUATED hooray for me and more writing time <3 this part is short but sweet but don't worry part 4 comes out super soon : )))

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

“It’s lovely innit?”

You look over at the voice that spoke, a shy─looking man who had a pamphlet in his hand smiles at you, “Oh, yea it’s nice.”

The man's eyes flicker between your hands and the pamphlet, finding the guts to finally hand it over to you. “I thought you might need this.”

You take it graciously, thanking him in return but crook your eyebrows with confusion, “A map?”

“You looked sort of lost, love, sorry if I had the wrong idea─”

“Oh!” You laugh, waving around the paper he gave you, “I’m not lost, well I don’t know where anything is here but I’m looking around you know but if you think I’m lost because I keep walking in circles that’s because there's this guy following me─”

“Dear god, have you gotten a stalker? I can get security for you─” The man who had a name tag on him, Steven rambles but you wave him off.

“No, no. He’s from my school, well I just found out he’s at my uni and he’s on this trip with us and somehow my partner. That does sound stalky but no, I met him at work–the coffee shop I work at and well I didn’t text him back, I think he likes me but he’s been annoying me and-just me recently so I’m trying to hide from him.” You now rambled instead.

Steven tries his hardest to digest all the information and he thinks he’s pretty much got it all, “So, no security love?”

“Yea, I’m fine, just let me hide for a bit if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Steven laughs awkwardly, well he’s the awkward one-somehow it felt like he didn’t have much human interaction like just yourself but for different reasons.

This man has a full heart I feel. He’s terribly troubled but would make for a good avatar. Khonshu remarks.

You scoff, whispering whilst Steven is distracted, “Replacing me already?”

I would never, my little dove.

“Have you got a coffee shop?” You ask Steven since you already assumed that he worked here.

Steven smiles, pointing towards the sign behind you, “You see that sign there, love, you go down there on your left is the little cafe we have here! There’s also a gift shop, where I usually am.”

“Alright,” You smiled, waving towards him “Thanks, Steven.”

“That guy was nice.” You say to Khonshu, who nods, walking by your side again only you could feel his presence and the weight of his body walking along the marble floor.

Sure, if that is what you believe. He does truly have a full heart but a weak, weak mind, if only he didn’t look like a fish─

“A fish? Jeez, your words are very insulting, Khonshu.”

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Your phone keeps buzzing in your pockets to the point that Khonshu was staring at your buzzing ass the entire time. You sigh, finally looking at it.

Unknown: hey :)

Unknown: you wanna come over? x

You tapped on the screen, not sending back a message. It was from a guy you’d just met during lecture the other day, a sneaky link per say. A guy who was emotionally unavailable but could get his dick hard at any given time in the night.

Hm, him again. Khonshu grovels, displeased. He paces around your apartment before sitting himself on the same windowsill he sat at almost every single night.

“He wants me to go over there,” You start, groaning, “But I’m way too tired.”

Unknown: or I could go to your place?

Unknown: lmk xx

You drop your phone on the countertop and begin looking for food in the fridge. Nothing, so you opt to just throw in some chips into the oven. “He’s determined, wow.”

“Determination should not impress you, little dove.” He scoffs, watching the moon through your tall window. He pushes the curtains back leaning his head towards the moonlight.

“Then what should?” You ask, setting the oven timer, “A death birth that wears ancient bandages as clothes?”

Khonshu chuckles shortly, “If that is what impresses you, I would not be against it. But I meant to say that one should show their devotion before you commit to the thought of giving it back.”

Your eyes watch him, lingering on him–he can feel it. He feels the tension in the air, thickening it. Your relationship had been full of teasing and meaningless inuendos, but it has been prominently more common and less like a joke. You had been home with him a lot more often and maybe that was why it felt so–

A ring interrupts his train of thought.

You groan, gosh, can’t he leave you alone for just a moment? He should’ve gotten the hint, you were basically ghosting him at this point.

“Hi.” You picked up anyways.

His voice leaks through the phone enough for Khonshu to hear, “Hey, you didn’t answer my texts, thought you might’ve been in the shower or gaming. You busy?”

“Oh, uh, yea I was just cooking.” If you could call putting chips in the oven cooking. “I’m just a bit busy, is all.”

You drift past your death bird, whose long floating bandages skim past your bare skin while you made your way to the couch. Turning on a random show on Netflix to hopefully entertain you until this call was over.

He rambles on about not having seen you in a couple of days, acting like it was so long ago. If you weren’t so drained from the day you might’ve considered going over to his place but then again you’d have to make Khonshu stay behind, leave you alone–and out of your mind for a couple of hours. Your legs are sore from all the work with Khonshu, but still the feeling between them remains thinking about the things you could be doing right now, you were on edge–in need of a release.

You had completely zoned out, eyes only watching him–resting his body on his favorite window again. It was as if nothing mattered, nothing at all–just here at this moment, in your apartment was really just you and him, just Khonshu.

The god, carefree and calm–the night breeze against his skin, clothes, and drapes. Your eyes pulsed, feeling as if time slowed down and you were somehow getting closer and closer to him.

“Yes? My dear avatar.”

His voice boomed in your skull–louder than usual. Was your skin always this hot or were you falling ill? The phone was still in your hand, raised to your ears and you heard nothing from the guy on the other side only due to the fact that you didn’t even pay attention to any of the conversation. It was like white noise to you.

Your lips part and you say, “Uhm, I can’t come over and–fuck, I’m gonna call you later.” You didn’t even bother to hear his response, not that you cared at all.

Khonshu cocks his head, finally looking over towards you. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Don’t call that paradise.”

He chuckles darkly, “You seem tense, are you alright? Little dove.”

“Yea, just a bit hot,” You gulp, not completely understanding this situation. You only understood that Khonshu was definitely the cause of this and it felt as if you had no control over your own body.

Definitely not alright when you speak to me like that. You thought.

“Khonshu,” Your voice soft, lingering with something much more. “Am I seeing things?”

“What do you see?” He asks, his large hands resting on his covered thighs.

“You, looking at me, even if you don’t have actual eyes–I just feel something.” You feel a shiver rush through your spine, a breath leaves your lips as his eyes gaze over you.

He places his scepter down, resting it against the wall near the television, he raises a hand for you–and you place your own against his–incredibly large and radiating palm. He pulls you towards him, you almost fall into his lap–legs resting on either side of his thighs that were practically spreading you wide.

Your breath hitches as tensions rise and the atmosphere changes into something darker. “You are not wrong, but such acts are looked down upon within the Ennead.”

“How do you know that?” Feeling his other hand, peppering down your back falling on the back of your waist, his hands burning your skin through your large sweater. “Have you had this with another–”

“No, before your mind wanders and overthinks. I have never felt such ways towards an avatar.”

Oh. He always knew the right things to say and when to say it.

“Khonshu–”

“You whisper my name like that again, I may be unable to stop myself–I do not want to anger the Ennead.”

You bite your lip, feeling the exciting rush of naughtiness, “Do it, break the rules for me Khonshu.”

“By the Gods, my dear avatar.” His beak rests on your shoulder, he breathes you in as his fingers twitch. “I want you.”

“I want you, Khonshu.”

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