#ennead anubis x reader

[bruhhxiao]

Being with Anubis (sfw/nsfw)

Ennead Anubis x gn!civilian!reader

! Warnings: violence(?), smut, a bit of possessiveness. No use of y/n !

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As your and Anubis relationship started to grow you started to think how you guys meet.He was pretty cold and distant at the start, never spoke. You guys meet at night. You were about to finish your family work. It was pretty late and you were heading home but you got attacked by a huge snake, you covered you face by the fear as the snake proceeded to attack, but it didn’t… you raised your head and you saw a pale hand holding into the snake “neck”. He threw it away. He didn’t say a word a walked away.

“wait… please wait! I should thank you properly.”

You get up by yourself and followed him but he placed his long curved stick in front of him, avoiding letting you come closer.

You started to pray and gift him fruits, meat and sometimes money even though your family had financial issues. You would place the gifts in front of his little statue you had in you house but he never took them. Until one night you had a nightmare, you cried in your sleep calling for help but when you opened you eyes you saw a tall figure standing beside your bed you screamed in fear but he suddenly rested his hand on top of your head, when you heard your mother calling your name checking if everything was okay he disappeared in his shadow.

After you had your nightmare he started checking on you while you slept, one time he thought you were dead when you were deep asleep exhausted from work, he lowered down with his ear near to your mouth. As you turned around he would jump a bit by surprise and he stepped back a bit looking a bit confused at your shivering body. He covered you with the blanket that had fallen on the ground staring a few seconds more shaking his head while disappearing.

One day you were taking a bath in the pond playing with fallen leafs. You toke a big breath and you dipped your head under the water, rinsing your hair from the natural products you had used to clean it. Once done you were about to step out Anubis was behind you sitting on a rock staring at you. You sat in the water covering you body and screaming embarrassed, he didn’t look away in fact he just leaned his head on the side like a confused poppy. You yelled at him even though he was there to protect you, a man on his 40s was watching you, he was hiding behind a tree but when the man met Anubis gaze under his mask he became pale as snow, runnig away and shaking in fear. You looked back at the God and he got up walking towards you with a veil of linen, you asked him where he got that from but the only thing he did was kneeling down to meet you eye even though his eyes were hidden by the mask, he leaned the veil to you waiting. Your cheeks almost as red as a ruby you took it and he walked away disappearing into the nature. It passed sometime since you last saw Anubis so you went to his temple but it was empty and dark, you walked inside even though you were scared. You walked to his statue looking behind you. Something grabbed your hand pushing you into the statue but you didn’t hit the hard worked sculpture… your back bumped into a warm strong chest as muscular arms hugged your waist from behind. You looked back it was Anubis making a sign to stay silent so you did. Light air cleaned your lungs as the wind blowed you hair, he stepped back you realized you weren’t in the temple but you were in Duat! He was staring at you waiting for the motivation of your visit.

“it- it’s been a while since I last saw y-“ he cutted you off ”Humans and Gods shouldn’t get along.” He said firmly.

It was the first time you heard his voice and you weren’t expecting something like that, you heart skipped a beat, your throat was tight and you eyes were shiny almost puffy. He pushed your shoulder and you fell into the darkness. You woke up in your bed the next day.

You were carrying a basket full of fruit thinking about Anubis that left you a few months ago lost in your thoughts you tripped. Roots start to grow around your ankle. “he’s gone soft for you?” you heard but no one was around. A hole opened under you as roots dragged you inside. You opened you eye you were hanging upside down. “You got yourself a human, son?” You heard falling down almost crushing on the ground Anubis catches you holding you thigh. His jaw clenched as he jumped and cutted root by root as they grown around you he pushed you into a black hole but you grabbed his hand, your back hit the ground he landed on top of you. He got on his arms, teeth showing in anger “I told you humans and go-“ he didn’t have time to finish that your hand hit his cheek. If it was someone else they wouldn’t had time to raise their hand but you were different, he felt pain this time, his heart hurt. “I was so scared!” You told him hitting your hysterical crying. He sat on his knees and pulled you by your arm, he pulled you into his bare chest gently gripping on your hair as you hit his shoulder. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! You can show up whenever you want and leave for months! But why can’t I look out for you!” His eyes widened by your request.

He took off his mask showing his curly black hair, his face brushing on your left shoulder as he hold you in his chest. He backed away pulled your chin up you didn’t have time to realize that his warm, plump lips hit yours kissing you gently as he caressed you right cheek. Whenever you tried to speak or pull away he kissed you more holding you tight. He lies on top you caressing your body and face tracing sweet lines to your upper to lower body. His hand playing with your vest, as his hips slowly moved against yours. Sweet moans left you mouth as you tried to suppress them, he bit you neck and collarbone working with his finger on your intimacy. He pushes two fingers inside telling you he couldn’t hold it in for much longer. Your hip grinding on them after the pain became pleasure, he was gentle, he was holding back making you first as special as you deserve.

“mine, mine.” He mumbled against your skin.

His eyes looking into yours as he positioned himself between your legs he bumped his nose into yours as he pulled his tip in. Making you groan in pain, he kisses your chin to your ear as he pulled all in, your body arched blood boiling into your veins. He holds your left hand as he trusts working in your insides holding your right leg on his shoulder, you called his name as he speeded up. Hot moan hit your neck as he speed up, he grabs your hips as he knelt trusting deep inside of you. You reached your orgasm holding tight on his wrists, he throws his head back as you ate his member, his trust slowed down but he worked deep, you were about to cum again. He holds you kissing your puffy lips tasting you, feeling you as your tongues touched each others. He trusted one last time, your body trembled at his orgasm. He lies on top of you kissing your tears away, gently trusting. He laid on the side, out of breath, he pulled you into his arms placing his mask on your head.

“Mine”

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HENLOO! It’s my first time writing here! English is not my first language so I apologize if there are some grammar mistakes!

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[the-onelol]

"God of War" Seth x "God of the Moon" Reader (Ennead) Pt. 1

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Seth attended one of Ra's meetings, he expected it to be the same boring announcements she makes every now and then.

But this time when he entered the hall he was greeted by someone standing in the middle of the gigantic hall, to be judged.

A God with a falcon mask and a huge disk on top stood in the middle of the gigantic hall, braving against Ra's absolute dominance.

"Is that all, Ra?" The God with the Falcon mask asked as if he was determined to leave already.

Seth quietly made his way next to Nephthys.

He pointed at the strange scene happening and asked, "What's going on?"

Nephthys sighed and questioned, "You know great uncle Khonshu?" Seth nodded. "He's going to leave."

His eyes widened with shock but the mask covering his face covered it, but the way his voice echoed around the hall did not. "What?!"

Seth's voice echoed in the large hall of judgment, taking the attention off the God of the Moon, Khonshu.

"Hm?" The God, Khonshu whom Seth thought was being judged, but was instead leaving turned his head to look for the source of the sound.

Nephthys looked away from Seth and acted as if she did not know the man, silently sighing inside her head.

And Seth looked around as if he wasn't the one who just shouted.

Ra snickered, taking the attention off whatever just happened, and teased Khonshu. "Awe, leaving so soon? Don't you even miss me?"

(Khonshu pov)

"Absolutely not." You were determined to leave already after hearing about your banishment. You were sure spending more time with Ra has to be deteriorating your mind.

"Don't you want to meet your grand-nephews who I'm pretty sure don't know you?" Ra asked as she sat on her throne with her head resting on her hand.

You repeated your previous answer. "Absolutely not."

"Suit yourself then."

"Goodbye, my dearest Khonshu." She said with affection lacing her voice. You, in turn, looked at her with disgust but your mask hid it from her, but the way she snickered made you think she just saw your expression.

With a sigh, you turned your back on her and silently made your way towards the exit. You were one step away from the exit when Ra opened her mouth again and said the following words, that stopped you from exiting quickly.

"The doors to Ennead will always be open for you."

You turned your head over your shoulder and said, "Close it the fuck up." While you were turning your head again to look in front, did you see Seth with his mouth wide open, shocked, baffled, and extremely impressed.

Your gaze only lasted for less than a second, but Seth felt the way your eyes scanned him. As if you were dissecting him.

When you finally opened the door to exit the hall, Seth realized that was the first and last time he would see you for a while.

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Seth has tried for each night for many thousands of years to try and summon you, call for you, anything to interact with you. But all of them failed. But still, he never stopped trying, much to his brother's dismay.

You were growing tired of his pestering, and you left Ennead to not deal with useless things, but perhaps you should've just stayed if it meant Seth would not bother you at all.

He gave up trying to summon you, but instead replaced it with stories of his days, from his hunting with his son to his thoughts about his family. Treating you as if you were some diary of some sort.

Their son sometimes did it as well, albeit less than both his parents. From his love for his mother to his idolization for his father. The boy's stories amused you the most, the way his stories were a bit more unreal than how his father told them made you chuckle.

His wife also did it, she rambled each Sunday about how adorable Anubis was and how cute Seth was around her.

One night she seemed down, her stories were not as lively, and her eyes didn't gaze at the moon with pure adoration, but instead, she gazed at the moon as if she was asking for forgiveness.

"I love them very much, what I did was wrong I know...if I were to tell them the truth...would they find it in their heart to forgive me?"

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A few years passed, but it seemed to pass by with not much of a problem. Everyone seemed to have heard about the family treating you as a diary and they started to do it too. Making you scratch your head in annoyance.

Ra did it once but seeing how the moon turned pure black suddenly she didn't do it anymore.

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Perhaps it was because you didn't sleep for a few nights, or perhaps it was the boredom coming to give you hallucinations to keep you entertained.

But was Seth being raped by his own brother?

You waved the thought off your mind, but the way Seth, The God of War, Seth cried made you doubt if this really was a hallucination.

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Seth escaped Osiris's grasp and ran outside to try and run away from his 'Brother'. He was crying, he didn't know he was crying. Perhaps he couldn't feel it or think about it when he was running away from his so-called 'Brother'.

"You bastard..." Seth gasped out as he tried to cover himself up, feeling sick down to his stomach.

Osiris said nothing and tried to reach Seth but was stopped by a pure white spear.

"What the fuck are you doing Osiris? Have you gone so low as to touch your own brother against his will?"

A familiar voice asked. A voice Seth was oh so unfamiliar yet familiar with. He had only heard it once, but he made sure to never forget it.

"Do not meddle with my problems, Khonshu."

You put your hands in the air "I'm not meddling with yours," Making Seth's heart drop. You pointed at Seth who was shivering, "I'm meddling with his."

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"You know, if I knew that saving you would cause the death of thousands, I wouldn't have saved you."

"But you did."

"Unfortunately, I did."

Seth tilted his head, and the strands of his hair followed suit. "Will you finally stop me, after many years?" He asked as his eyes turned into what you think, resembles crescent moons.

"No." You answered as you sat down on a seat right across from him seemingly to be put there just for you.

"Well, why are you here then?" He asked as he slurred his words.

"Checking on you."

"Why?"

"Your child, Anubis was it? Told me about your conditions."

His eyes widened at your words, as he sat up and asked shakily. "Anubis? Do you know where he is now?"

Your eyes scanned his face if the worry in his voice matched the expression on his face. The worry on his face doesn't match the Seth everyone talks about, the selfish, killing machine, and absolute maniac Seth.

But this was someone else. The Seth that Nephthys always seemed to boast about while they were married, the Seth that cares about his family. She always rambled about this side of Seth on full moons as if she were talking with you.

You visited her one night, but that's a story for another time.

You sighed, "I'm not sure if this is your child, he seems to be out of it." with a snap of your fingers a child entered the room filled with the smell of alcohol.

Not wasting a second, Seth the God of War stood up and ran to hug the boy. "Anubis!"

Your eyes scanned the boy's expression and whispered to yourself. "That's not Anubis..."

"Well, whatever..."

"...Whatever makes this madman happy for now."

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(A few years pass by)

"Great uncle! Can you teach me more moves?"

"Stop following me Horus."

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"Great uncle, can you tell me more stories about your adventures?"

"Not you too Anubis..."

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They kept pestering you, and you were not having it. A light bulb lit up in your head. There is only one place they would both avoid,

Seth's temple.

"So tell me, oh great and amazing Khonshu, what are you doing here?" Seth asked playfully as he patted the seat beside him, motioning the you to take a seat with him.

You shook your head to decline and answered him honestly, "Your nephew and your child keep bothering me in my temple."

"And this is the only place they would both avoid." You grumbled.

Silence filled the intoxicated room until Seth suddenly opened his mouth.

"Did you know that I rambled to you a long time ago? As if you were some sort of a diary."

You stayed silent for a second, "I do."

He stood up and asked, "Do you remember all of them?"

You were feeling a bit in danger with how his mask suddenly started to form on his head. You chuckled a bit and answered honestly "I do."

He started walking towards you and asked, "Do you know why I did them?"

"No." You answered honestly. You stayed seated, curious as to what Seth would do.

He stopped right in front of you and said, "Because I wanted to annoy you." You raised your eyebrow at him, "To try and summon you to stop me from annoying you."

He kneeled in front of you and took your hand, "I wonder why you never stopped me..."

You took your hand away from his if he were to suddenly stand up you would be out of there. "Know your boundaries."

He stood up, you were going to run away but the sands suddenly chaining your hands stopped you.

"You're intoxicated you bastard." You tried to reason.

He ignored your words as one of his hands gripped your chin and the other gripped your mask as he mumbled. "How do you look under that mask, Khonshu..."

"Great uncle?"

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(In my head khonshu is like on of Ra's direct descendant)

(also the osiris scene is after osiris gave seth, anubis's godhood)

#seth x reader #ennead #ennead x reader #ennead seth x reader #horus x reader #anubis x reader #ennead horus x read #ennead anubis x reader #ennead seth #ennead horus #ennead anubis #ennead nephthys #nephthys x reader #ennead nephthys x reader

[magicalbunbun]

Some drawings form last God au

#ennead manhwa #ennead #last god au #ennead x reader #seth #horus #anubis #hathor #bastet #god ra

[platinumrosetail]

Ennead masterlist:

Ideas:

All:

Seth:

Yandere!seth in love with male servant!reader who would like to travel away, Seth getting jealous, Seth male!S/O hides his love marks, Seth’s s/o has his child and is the child of ra, yandere!Seth x Osiris oldest daughter!reader, Seth with a sick!reader, Seth with a sick S/O that dies, jealous!yandere!seth x ra son!reader, Seth with ra’s favorite flirty son!reader, Seth x reincarnated!reader, Seth x Osiris oldest daughter!reader who loves human kind, Seth x going blind!reader, Seth x blind!reader pt 2, Seth babysitting immortal human child!reader, Seth x Osiris eldest daughter wife!reader, Seth x Osiris eldest daughter!reader, modern au!Seth x wife!reader horror movie date, Seth x osiris’s and Isis eldest daughter!reader, ft Anubis, Horus, Seth x reincarnated wife!reader part 2, Seth x isekai modern!reader, Seth x Osiris oldest daughter!reader who sacrificed herself to save him and her brothers part 2, Seth and Osiris oldest daughter!reader switch bodies, Seth x Osiris eldest daughter!reader who is destined to die, Seth x osiris’s daughter!reader who feels ignored pt 2, Seth x pregnant runaway Osiris daughter!reader, Seth x Osiris daughter!reader who died on their wedding day and met in next life, Seth x Osiris daughter!reader,

Horus:

Horus babysitting immortal human child!reader, Horus x his elder sister!reader, ft Seth, Horus,

Anubis:

Anubis getting jealous, yandere Anubis x cousin!reader. version 2 part 2(3), Anubis babysitting immortal human child!reader, Anubis x nilou!reader, Anubis x Osiris and Isis eldest daughter!reader, ft Horus, Seth,

Foreign god:

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #crossover #anime crossover #yandere x reader #x reader #male x reader #x male reader #x gn reader #x female reader #ennead x reader #ennead manhwa #ennead #seth x reader #ennead horus #ennead seth #ennead anubis

[softieekayy]

Illicit Feelings

Marc spector x fem!reader.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: reader is 19 years old. Some questionable morals from Marc’s side. she can consent, not a toxic relationship, they know what they’re doing. Reader can consent. Marc is 37. Also reader is slight oc! She’s characterized with skin, eye and hair. She is implied to be desi.

Authors note: writing and posting this specific story has taken a lot out of me. It’s wrong morals and everything but please, do not hate and if you don’t like what you see then please scroll away. Leaving hate is unnecessary. I know that the age gap is controversial but I wrote this for myself and something that I’d like to share with you.

Cairo was a timeless city. Correction, Cairo will always be a timeless city with ancient temples buried under its sand dunes and secrets carried in the wind, there was nothing to not like about the Egyptian city. Marc Spector was not immune to the charm of Cairo, it’s where his life ended and began. It is also the city where Marc spector met the young woman that would alter his life forever, integrating herself so far into his life that everywhere Marc turned she was there.

Their meeting was odd, like anything in Marc’s life, she was sought out by Khonshu, the old bird claming that she would be of help in defeating Ammit. As the avatar of Anubis, she was helpful, with eyes that saw sharp and ears that could hear as well as a dog, she was exactly what Marc needed. Now, he would be okay with whatever this was if it weren’t for the fact that she was 19. Just barely starting her life and already a mercenary and an avatar. If anything, she was too much like Marc and perhaps that is exactly why he liked her so much.

Their first meeting was eventful, Marc had finally hunted her down after three weeks of searching and he was glad that this time she didn’t disappear on him like a ghost. He watched her from above, sat atop the building across her hotel room, eyes glowing as he donned his suit. Khonshu told Marc to beware of the young girl, claiming that she was just as dangerous as Anubis himself. Marc ignored the old bird, chalking it up to his dislike for the latter god but he wished he listened to him. Mac wished he kept his guard up a little bcause as soon as he saw her, he knew she was dangerous.

“Marc Spector, avatar of Khonshu, Moon Knight and former mercenary, what a pleasure to meet you.” She spoke, her lips turning up into a cat-like grin as she ran her tongue over her teeth. Her eyes through, that is what captivated Marc. Big brown doe eyes that peered into his own in a way that Marc thought she was judging his soul. She moved and Marc watched as she went from leaning on her dresser to walking to the mini kitchenette, he watched as she pulled out a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Even though he was watching her, his thoughts drifted to how the cropped tank top she wore was a little too tight and how the shorts showed off her legs and tanned skin, no doubt from being in the Cairo sun for too long.

“Blimey mate, you’ve just met her and are already thinking about her. Slow down a little, yeah.” Steven told Marc with an underlying tone of scolding and for a moment, just a brief moment, Marc suspected Steven was talking to himself too.

She watched him carefully, Anubis had told her that Marc would come find her and she was prepared. Everyone in the Ennead and their Avatars had brushed off Spector’s call for help, not Anubis though, no. He would help but only after a game of chase. To be honest, she was surprised that Marc found her only after three weeks of hunting but then again, they are both trained mercenaries and it was their job. Locating missing things for a price.

“You’re Anubis’ avatar?” Marc asked her, giving her a once over. Even though she is 19, her face held youth and innocence. She smiled at him, walking forward and handing him a glass of scotch, Marc accepted it from her before muttering a small thanks under his breath.

“You’d be right. I am the avatar of Anubis, his own personal hit woman and his Soul Sentinel. Guardian of souls, protector of the afterlife.” She grinned as she told the older man in front of her her duties. When Anubis told her that Khonshu’s avatar would come seeking her aid, the man in front of her is not what she expected. Marc Spector was beautiful, perhaps more beautiful than any of her past lovers. His tan skin gleamed under the mom light and curls laid loosely on his forehead from sweat. He was beautiful and she wasn’t immune to his beauty, no, she was attracted to him. Marc was also quite a bit older than her, she was 19 and there he was, probably in his late thirties.

Marc just stared at her for a second, not knowing what to say or do. The young girl in front of him took a seat on the chair and gestured for him to do the same.

“So, what is it that you need from me?” She asked Marc, the grin never leaving her face. Marc sighed, not wanting to drag the young girl into his mess. He was not good for her, even if she was an avatar like him, she was too young. Instead of being here, drinking scotch and sitting across from him.

“I need you to help me. Harrow is looking for Ammit’s tomb.” Marc tells her, his voice hardening at the mention of Harrow. (Y/n) of course picks up on this, tucking a stray piece of star behind her ear as she leaned forward slightly.

“Of course. What do you need me to do?” She asked him and Marc looked at her before Steven caught his attention in the silver tray.

“Mate, you sure it’s a good idea. I mean, she’s 19, a good bit younger than us yeah? Don’t you think Layla’s help would be enough?” Steven babbled on and Marc sighed, contemplating if he should ask the young girl to help.

“She’s our only chance Marc!” Khonshu’s voice boomed in his head as the god demanded he ask for her help. If Marc didn’t know any better, he’d think that Khonshu was pushing him to ask for her support on purpose, just to entrance her in his life.

“Marc, are you alright?” She asked, leaning forward to touch his hand. Marc looked at her, big doe eyes that stared back into his own. He sighed and nodded, pushing back into the chair, hoping that it would somehow open up and engulf him.

“I need your help to hunt down Harrow.” and kill his men. Marc thought. The brunette nodded, taking another sip of her scotch, letting it sit in her mouth before swallowing. Marc took in her appearance fully now. Long wavy black hair that cascaded down her back to her waist, tan skin sharp eyes, she was beautiful. Very beautiful. Her skin seemed to glow in the warm yellow light of her room, making her tan skin have a slight sparkle to it. Marc noticed the necklace she wore, a gold chain with an ankh, it sat high on her neck, almost like a choker but not nearly.

“Alright.”

Who knew one simple word could change so much in such little time.

“-arc! Marc, are you even listening to me?” Marc jerked his head towards (y/n) who was standing beside him, an exasperated look on her face and arms crossed over her chest.

“Sorry. What were you saying?” He grimaced, asking her as she sighed. Despite being young, she acted older than she was, then again, she did kill people for a living. Hitwoman for hire. Steven often wondered where Anubis found her and while Marc did too, he didn’t want to ask. He didn't want to know what hell she went through to work for the god of death.

“They only have one room, said we could take it for tonight and they’d clear something up in the mornin” she spoke, her slight accent popping through at the end of her sentence. Marc ran his hand down his face, muttering a small fuck under his breath.

“What are our other options.” He asked, looking at her, hoping she’d say that there is another hotel nearby they could stay at.

“Right now? It’s either this or the sand outside and as much as I like Cairo, I’m not fond of sand in my hair.” She says, tugging her baseball cap lower, covering her eyes. Nightfall had taken over Cairo a while ago and the night stars gleamed brightly.

“It’s fine, we’ll just take the one room.” (Y/n) grumbled as she let out a deep breath. Marc looked at her from his peripheral vision. Even though they’d been working together for 2 weeks, they had never shared a room and not once did Marc seek her out in the middle of the night, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Are you sure it’ll be okay? I can take the car for tonight if you want the room.” Marc asked, following behind her as they both made their way to the elevator.

“Yeah Marc. We’re both adults, I don’t think sharing a room should put us off from each other.” She laughed and Marc swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, he wanted to drown in it.

Marc didn’t speak, he just let out what could be counted in as a small laugh. Despite spending time together, (y/n) had heard of Steven but she hadn’t met him yet. The rest of the ride up was silent apart from the stupid elevator music.

Their room was big, a whole area for couches and a tv and then the small kitchenette. This is the nicest room Marc has ever stayed in. It was big and spacious, very similar to a small, fancy flat.

“There’s one bed.” (Y/n) yelled from inside the room, not wasting any time exploring the room.

“Of course there is.” Marc stated, tiredness lacing his voice.

Marc entered the room only to see the duffel bag that (y/n) was carrying thrown carelessly on the floor along with her jacket and gun set on the dresser, she jumped on the bed, sighing in content.

“Marc, come lay next to me.” She beckoned him over with her hand, eyes closed as she tried to burrow herself deeper into the bed.

“I’ll take the couch, thanks.” Marc mummered, setting down his own bag next to hers.

“Maaarrccc. Don’t be fucking rude, come lay next to me, I don’t bite. Unless you want to.” She drawled, now propped up on one arm, the other calling him over. Marc looked at her and she just looked so appealing. Dark wavy hair sprawled invitingly on the bed and red lips pulled up in a lazy smile, her tank top rising up just a little, exposing a sliver of skin. He thought about it for a moment and it took him one moment before he trudged forward and sat down next to her on the bed.

“Happy?” He asked and she just nodded, Marc laughed, running his hand through his hair, curls loosened from the humid Cairo air. He turned his head slightly to look at the young woman next to him, her eyes still closed and in that moment alone, she looked the most content.

“Yeah.” She said, opening one eye to look up at Marc slightly before falling back down, arms flailing over her head.

“I’ll take the couch for tonight.” Marc said motioning to get up before a soft hand pulled him down. For being 5’3, she was stronger than she looked, then again, the power of Anubis flowed through her soul and body.

“Marc, we’re not 14. We can share a bed together not to mention the stab wound on your rib that’s still healing.” Marc cringed a little when she mentioned the wound, he’d hoped that he hid it well enough from her. Despite the suit being able to heal, the wound was a little too deep.

“Unless you don’t want to. In that case, I can take the couch.” The young girl told him, getting up and off the bag as she looked through her bag.

“What are you doing?” He asked and she looked up at him, smiling a little.

“Showering. Feel free to join me.” Marc could feel the warmth in his ears and cheeks, no doubt blushing at the young girl's comment. He watched her walk into the washroom, pulling her hair up into a bun as she did so.

Throughout the two weeks that he’s gotten to know (y/n), he came to understand that she was flirty, very flirty. She used her sex to charm into getting what she wanted and she was very comfortable with it. It was the least violent way to do things, however she never hesitated to bring out her gun or suit if needed. He also learned that she was never shy in spending the blood money she earned. Marc’s was hidden away in a storage locker in London, only taken out if he or Steven ever needed it. Her money though, she used it however she pleased, claiming that it was her work and her money. Marc won’t lie and say that her nonchalance to the mercenary business wasn’t scaring him a little because it did. She’s so young and already so sought after by so many, he worried for her. He didn’t have to, he knew that Anubis would never let anything happen to her but he still worried.

Getting lost in his own thoughts was easy and it didn’t help that he was laying in the most comfortable bed under yellow lighting with the sound of wind blowing as background noise. The sound of the door closing snapped him from his thoughts and Marc turned his head just a bit. (Y/n) had finished her shower, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt, cheeks flushed from the heat of the hot shower she took.

“You okay, Marc?” She asked, coming to sit next to him, tentatively raising her hand to run it through his hair. Marc relaxed a bit, silently telling her it was okay and he almost groaned when she did so.

“Just lost in my thoughts. Gonna go shower now.” Marc told her, getting up to get his own clothes and headed towards the washroom.

“Seriously mate? You’re letting her run her hands through our hair now?” Steven asked from within the mirror.

“Steven, now is not the time.” Marc ignored Steven’s protests and hopped in the shower, lathering the jasmine scented soap onto his body.

The brunette sat outside as she listened to Anubis whisper in her ear. Long before Marc came tumbling into her life, she knew everything about him. She knew of his ex-wife Layla, his DID, Steven and Jake. She knew him but she didn’t really know him. The clock on the wall from across the bed glared 11:24 pm in bright red numbers and she sighed, deciding that it was time for bed now. The young girl had already chosen which side of the bed she’d sleep on and quickly made herself comfortable under the covers; it didn’t take long for her to doze off to sleep in the slightly chilled room under a warm linen blanket.

Marc stepped out of the washroom, a pair of sleep pants that without a doubt belonged to Steven and no shirt, he made his way over to the bed only to see a small head of black hair peeking from under the covers. Marc let out a small smile at the sight and moved over to his side of the bed, sitting down, making sure to not awake the sleeping girl. Marc pulled himself into bed, leaving an ample amount of space between the two of them. With the dark of the night, it wasn’t hard to fall asleep.

The morning Egyptian sun shone brightly into the room through orange curtains, hitting Steven right in the face and the man groaned, turning around to fall back asleep when he jerked up quickly. He scanned his surroundings before realizing that he was in the hotel room with a body laying next to his own.

“Marc? Marc!” Steven whispered for his head mate, not moving his eyes from the sleeping girl next to him and when she began to stir in her sleep, Steven panicked a bit more. He had no clue as to why Marc wasn’t fronting. Two weeks with her and Marc was the only one fronting until now. See now, it’s not that Steven didn’t like the girl, no, he was rather fond of her. The matter is that she scared him. It’s quite funny, a man almost in his forties being scared by a woman who hasn’t even hit 20 yet. She stirred awake, one hand came out from under her pillow as she patted Marc's side of the bed, when she couldn’t feel him there, she got up, pure panic in her eyes. And when her eyes landed on a skittish Steven, she relaxed.

“You must be Steven, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” And as soon as those words left her mouth, Steven was a goner. His head felt fuzzy and all he could think about was the sugary sweet voice with a honeyed smile.

“Are you okay?” She asked, getting up to check if Steven was alright and not having a panic attack.

“Hm. Oh yeah! Quite alright.” Steven explained in a frenzy as if he’d offended the younger woman.

“Where’s Marc? I have some hits I need to get done and he needs to be there with me.” The brunette told Steven as she made her way over to the dresser, pulling out a cotton tank top and some pants and head scarf, Steven gave her an awkward smile before his eyes rolled back into his head. Marc was fronting now with a hardened look on his face.

“What hits?” He asked, arms crossed in a defensive position.

“Some hits, nothing that will bother you but I still need you there, Anubis insists.” She told him without looking at him, too engrossed in the clothing as she walked to the washroom to change. Marc stood there with a frown etched deep into his face, not liking this.

2 hours later and they were roaming the streets of Cairo, the sun glaring down harshly on Marc’s golden skin, he looked at the girl beside him, dressed in a linen t shirt and some linen pants with a head scarf covering her hair, the gun and daggers she carried hidden easily in her lose clothes. Although they were out looking for two men with a stolen artifact that belonged to Anubis, she looked relaxed, almost serene.

“What are you staring at?” She asked, not looking up at Marc but rather examining a small ankh closely. Marc didn’t say anything, continuing to simply look at her.

“Marc, what is it?” This time turning around and looking up at him, her doe eyes peering into his own brown ones. For a moment, just a brief moment, Marc forgot who they were and where they were. The way she looked at him with so much care and concern made Marc want to melt directly into the ground, he didn’t deserve her kindness.

“Nothing. Are you gonna get that?” He gestured to the necklace she was looking at.

“No, why should I when I have the real one on my neck.” She told him, bringing out the ankh that Anubis had oh so kindly gifted her. Marc grinned at her smile and continued walking as she bid the salesman goodbye and followed behind Marc, hooking his arm in hers.

“What are we looking for?” Marc asked her, keeping an eye out for anyone who looked suspicious.

“Two men, they should be here trading items. We need a small gold esophagus, one that belonged to a pharaoh a long time ago.” She told him a small frown on her face. As a mercenary, she killed people who deserved it and she stole things that were already stolen, in some ways, she reminded Marc so much of Layla and maybe that’s why he’s stuck around for so long.

In a swift moment two hands grabbed the brunette from behind, effectively covering her mouth and a knife pointed at Marc’s back, ordering them to walk. A bag was put over their heads and while the two of them could fight off the men with ease, Anubis and (Y/n) told Marc and Khonshu to hold off. They weren’t in the van for long, she could tell it was less than 20 minutes and the scent of water and salt filled her nostrils.

“Well, well, well, it’s been quite a while, hasn’t it, little star.” She could recognize that condescending voice anywhere, afterall, it plagued her nightmares constantly. Her breath hitched, nothing noticeable but it didn’t go past Marc. He turned his head in her direction, even with the bag on, his focus was on her breathing, making sure that she’s alright. That nothing has happened to her.

“Tahir. It has been a while.” She greeted, her voice a double sword.

“Hm, I didn’t expect you to survive, especially not in the condition we’d left you in.” The man, Tahir, mocked her and Marc could hear him getting up and circling them, like a hawk.

“Yet I can see you’re still hunting for items. Killing people. You haven’t changed, have you now, little star?” The man continued and Marc’s blood boiled by the second, he aches to get out of these restraints.

“Not now Marc! Be patient.” Khonshu’s voice boomed in his head, ordering him to keep patient.

“I have changed, but I can still see that you haven’t. Still a coward, killing people with bags over their heads.” She reiterated and something in Marc told him that this conversation went beyond just stolen items and bounty hunts.

“Why do you want the esophagus, it’s no use to you.” Tahir asked.

“It’s more useful to me than it will ever be to you.” Marc could hear the smirk in her voice, with the way she was edging the man on. In a soft moment, the bags over their heads were taken off and Marc’s eyes began to adjust to the light, observing his surroundings and already counting possible escape routes. His eyes landed lastly on the brunette who was looking up at the man, blood running down from her nose as the smirk on her face never wavered.

“You conniving bitch. We should’ve killed you when we had the chance to.” Tahir told her and Marc swore he could steam coming out from his ears.

“Yet you didn’t. You’re a coward, like you’ve always been.” She sneered at him, teeth baring like a feral wolf.

“Yet we killed André. You quite liked him, did you not, little star?” Tahir smirked at her and she snapped at this moment. Brown eyes beginning to tint with red

“You piece of scum, good for nothing really. No wonder your mother didn’t love you.” Marc choked on his spit at the last sentence, but then again, she was being fair.

“Now Marc!” Khonshu told him, his staff lightly hitting his back. Marc took his signal and broke free from the restraints, calling on his suit. The white bandages begin to cover every inch of his body just as (y/n) called upon her own suit. Black bandages with a gold trim began to cover her arms, and calves as loose black pants with the same gold trim formed, the chest plate made from gold and decorated with Anubis’s symbols and stones. All in all, she looked like Anubis, a female version of his that roamed the earth.

“You’ve really fucked up now, Tahir. Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you? How long I’ve waited for this moment.” She asked, an Estoc in her hand as she pointed it to his neck, teeth baring, ready to rip his throat out. Marc pulled the half crescent from his chest, taking care of the other men while she focused on the one.

“You’re a monster.” Tahir spit out and the girl only smiled.

“I may be a monster but at least I’m not afraid to admit it.” She growled at him.

The dark haired man stood up, lunging at her as she dodged it. He lunged again but this she had him pinned to a wall, face smushed up against the concrete as she banged his head into it a couple of times.

“When will you realize that you’re not leaving here alive, hm?” She whispered in his ear, choking him, inching him closer to death.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, for everything I put you through. You were a child.” Tahir babbled incoherently but she didn’t care for his apologies, what was done was done, now all she wanted was revenge. For her and for André. In a swift moment, he was let go and before he could take a breath, her sword impaled him, from his jaw to his brain. The body drops dread on the ground and nothing but silence surrounds them.

And before Marc knows it, she’s on the ground, sobbing her heart out, clutching her chest.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay!” Marc asks, dropping down on the ground next to her as she continues to sob, clutching over her heart as if it hurts.

“It hurts Marc, it hurts so much.” She told him, barely wheezing and for a moment, Marc thought that she’d been hit. In the moment, he realized the pain was emotional, pain from killing Tahir, from the reminder of her friend or lover or whoever André was to her. There was nothing Marc could do, simply taking the younger girl in his arms and consoling her as she cried her heart out into his chest.

“Marc, Marc! Give me the body.” Steven demanded the man and Marc complied, clearly Steven was better suited for this than he was.

“Hey there lovey, how are you feeling?” Steven asked, still caressing her gently.

“Do you know he was the first person ever loved?”(y/n) told Steven, pulling herself off from his chest and wiping her tears away as she smiled a watery smile.

Steven didn’t say anything, only letting her speak.

“He was the stars and my universe and I loved him so much. He was so beautiful, you know. The type whose eyes would glimmer when he spoke about something he liked, the way he would just immerse himself into something he loved. I loved seeing him do that. He was so perfect and I loved him so much. From the first time I saw him, my old heart was his, yet I never told him how much I loved him.” She told Steven, a small sparkle in her eyes as she remembered her past love.

“Oh love, I’m so so sorry.” Steven said, his hand resting on top of hers.

“Unfortunately, he died in the worst way possible. Got a death that no one deserved. It was a hit with Tahir, he said it would be an in and out job, and it was. I was perched on the building across, sniping people in the other building, giving my team the go ahead. When we were done, we were on our way home when he stopped at a temple. I realized later that it was Anubis’s temple. He bagged André over the head and shot him, point blank execution style. The way I kill people. I was tossed out after being shot in the stomach, left for the dead, beside the body of my lover. 18 years old and dying alone, I thought that’s what I deserved, after everything I’ve done. In my dying moment, Anubis came to me, asking me to be his avatar, his soul keeper and tamer of the underworld. I agreed, I was desperate and this gave me a reason to live.” Steven was in tears by the end of her story, so young to have lived a life not meant for her. Steven was forcefully shoved back when Marc fronted.

“Oh baby.” He said as he pulled the girl into his chest, tugging her close, as if he was trying to shove her into his chest, keep her protected.

She got up, pushing Marc away as she wiped away the fallen tears and sighed.

“What’s happened has happened and we cannot change that.” She told him, her armour going back to her old clothes.

“We can mourn.” Marc told her.

“I’ve mourned enough.” She replied, tugging her head scarf back in place as she extended a hand towards Marc who accepted it greatly. Her hand was soft and warm, like a blanket.

“Let’s go home.” She said and Marc agreed, hooking her arm in his, they began walking home, but not before getting some food. The fight took the most out of them and by the time they reached the hotel they called home, it was nightfall.

(Y/n) had showered and washed the day off her body and Marc did the same. His eyes followed her movement, watching as she sat on the balcony of their room, watching the moon and stars as he drank, sitting on the floor, back against the bed.

“Don’t you think you’ve drunk enough.” She teased, walking into the room, wearing those tiny fucking shorts and cotton tank top. Marc couldn’t stop looking at her legs, the tan skin of her thoughts was inviting him to touch them. She sat down next to him, taking the bottle from his hands as she drank a generous amount.

“Are you okay?” Marc asked her, referring to the day and her breakdown.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ve come to terms that he’s gone. I’ve let myself heal.” She told Marc, looking at him and smiling a little and putting her head on Marc’s shoulder. They say like that for a while, drinking out of the bottle and speaking of nothing. Small quips and laughs shared in the middle of the night. This moment that they shared, it was intimate. It was meant for them and them only.

Marc didn’t know what time it was when they fell asleep talking on the floor but he knew that it was far too early to be awake. He looked at the sleeping girl on his chest, cheek smushed up against him as she slept soundly, not wanting to awake her, he sat there in silence, eventually drifting back to sleep.

The second time Marc woke up, he was alone with the smell of pancakes and eggs filling his nose.

“Oh Marc! You’re awake, good. I was ready to get you.” She told him, a positive glow on her face as she smiled.

“I’ve made breakfast so why don’t you get up and brush your teeth. I’ll make some coffee, yeah?” Marc nodded at her offer before pulling himself up. He could feel the aftermath of falling asleep on the floor, a telltale sign that he was getting old.

Breakfast was chatty, she told him about her favorite places and things and he listened, feeding in the information as he told her his favourite things. Steven pitched in too, ranting about Egyptology to her as she listened intently, all wide eyed and curious. While she knew the things like the back of her hand, Steven added a deeper level of knowledge to it.

Their days merged together as they spent every waking moment drowning in each other's presence. Holding her hand in his bigger one as they walked through the Cairo market or at home as she slept on top of his chest. Marc didn’t know when their relationship became more, he didn’t want to know. Sometimes he felt guilty for being in love with a girl so young. She was 19 yes, just days from turning 20. Yet she was more than a decade younger, nearly two decades younger.

“You’re staring again.” She told him, bringing him back to reality. Marc looked at her, sitting across from him, black hair flying in the breeze lightly and red lips curled up as she took a sip from her lemonade.

“Was I?” He asked, being cheeky.

“Yeah, wanna share with the class about what was on your mind.” She said, leaning forward just a bit, the sun hitting her ankh necklace and making her skin glow in the sunlight.

“I’d prefer not to.” Marc told her, replicating her movement and leaned forward.

“You’re not fun.” She sighed, crossing her arms up on her chest. Marc laughed at the pout on her face and she did too.

“We should head home.” This time, home was an apartment in the outskirts of Cairo. In a quaint little area with little noise. It’d been two months since the whole ordeal and 3 since she’d met Marc. The two teetering the line between friends and something more. The apartment, it was their safe haven. Steven’s books strewn across the shelves and floor, Marc’s clothes hanging off the back of chairs and her makeup scattered in the bathroom and dresser. It was theirs, littered with their things and touches. It was home. Anika, a black feline that they’d adopted, slept on top of Marc’s head in the bed and Gus II and III swam happily in their tank.

Egypt was home now. It was home with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, with the sun shining down, with the girl that they lived with. Their home was home. Steven working as a tour guide in a museum and (y/n) working as a mercenary, Marc taking the odd job here and there, it was normality. Of course, they were still on Harrow’s tail, inching closer to stopping him from unleashing ammit. The feelings between the two though, that was left unsaid. They both felt it, the burning desire that lit a fire deep inside them, the aching for one another. Although one fate filled night changed the course of their life.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” Marc yelled at her, arms thrown up in the air, dressed in his suit and her in her own. Marc and her and found some of Harrow’s men in a nearby excavation site, causing chaos and making their way there. Effectively stopping the men from doing too much damage.

“I was thinking about you! That could’ve hit you Marc!” She yelled back, jaw clenched and arms crossed over her chest.

“You could’ve been injured!” He yelled at her, anger and worry lacing his voice. He inched closer to her until her back hit the temple wall, his face inches from her.

“Hm? You didn’t answer me?” She could feel his breath mix in with her own, their noses almost bumping.

“I was thinking about you. Saving you.” She said and as soon as those words left her mouth, Marc’s lips were on hers. Hard and passionate, just like him. She reciprocated the kiss with just as much passion, her hand shaking around his neck, tugging on the curls at the base of his neck. Marc was the first one to pull back, touching his head against hers exhaling in relief.

“What was that hm?” She giggled, her hands still in Marc’s hair and he let out a small laugh too.

“That is what I’ve been meaning to do for a while.” Marc tells her, nipping small kisses on her jaw.

“I’m kind of upset you didn’t do it before. Are you telling me we could’ve been doing that the entire time?” She asked, bringing Marc’s head up to her eye vision. Marc started at her and pulled back.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked her, standing up straight in proper military fashion.

“I’ve been sure since I saw you.” She told Marc, holding his hand gently.

“I’m 18 years older than you.” Marc deadpanned and she laughed.

“Older then better.” She shrugged and Marc kissed her again, like he wanted to imprint this moment into his brain.

“Okay.” He said, nose touching her own and foreheads touching.

“Okay.” She hums, kissing Marc softly before pulling back and walking out, pulling Marc with her.

Marc never thanked Khonshu for anything, but he did thank him for forcing him to work with (Y/n). He will forever thank Khonshu for letting him meet the girl who forever changed his destiny, the girl who makes his heart burst at the seams with a simple smile. He is forever grateful for her.

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Fanfic Recommendations

Here are some platonic fanfics I recommend to read for the Moonknight fandom that I enjoyed

Series:

Baby Scarab-- By @80pairsofcrocs

Synopsis : in which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god

Pairings : Steven grant x (platonic)reader, Marc Spector x (platonic)reader, Khonshu x (platonic)reader

Scribe of the Gods- By @sofiaaaaaaaa03

Summary: Another Egyptian God believes that Khonshu's avatar is going to need all of the help that he can get. So, they send their own avatar to assist Marc as he attempts to stop Harrow, despite their young age.

Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x teen/young adult gn reader (platonic)

Anpu- By @viintxgephrxgss

Summary: The Moon God; Khonshu chose Marc Spector as his avatar when the man was on the brink of death, little did he or the rest of the Ennead know, The God of Death; Anubis had chosen an avatar of his own

One Shots: 

@book-place does has a masterlist of short stand alone fics and I recommend all of their fanfics but I love the The Parkourist and the Scarab

Here is their masterlist: Moonknight

friendly neighborhood gift-shopist- By @autmism

synopsis; (requested) teen reader goes on a school field trip to the museum and is rlly excited about it but a couple people in their class are being kinda mean to them. Maybe they go to by something from the gift shop and have a wholesome conversation with Steven about bullies or something?

pairing(s) ; steven grant x teen!reader (platonic + gender neutral reader)

Call me maybe- By @toomanystupidpigeons

Desc: you’re trying to get through to the dentist when you accidentally find yourself on the phone with three strange roommates.

Pairing: platonic, just a cute funny drabble between female!reader, Marc, and Steven (tiny Jake reference)

There is not a title for this one but I do recommend all of  @sadlyghost fanfics this one was one of my favorites that they made: 

Fanfic- @sadlyghost

Summary: You're attacked and kidnapped to get information about Marc. After he saves and comforts you, you learn who Moon Knight really is.

Pairing: Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Reader

Guy in Chair- By @theseawakes

Summary: Harrow capturing you, Moon Knight's accomplice, and he's not so happy with that

Pairings: Moon Knight x teen!reader

I enjoyed all these fanfics and I hope you do too! <3

#Moonknight #moonknight series #moonknight x teen!reader #fanfiction #book recommendations #highly recommend #fanfiction recommendation

[ratofthemedievalsewers]

To Walk Among the Gods - Part I

Steven Grant x Male, Avatar Reader

Word Count: 3.9K+

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence and Language

After the soul has passed into the next world its heart shall be weighed. Should it be balanced and pure then it shall venture to the A'Aru, the Field of Reeds. Yet if the soul is cruel; filled with hatred, brutality and deceit, then it shall be cast away to the desert and dragged beneath the sands - Their journey ending before it could even begin.

Aside from the groups of local school children, the museum was barren, as it often was in the middle of the week. The Egyptology display was quiet, seeming to emit an ominous aura, not helped by the towering replica statues that stood, intimidating, at the display's entrance. Y/N seemed to be in a silent sort of contemplation, focusing on one of the Ennead displays. Behind the glass case, the jackal-shaped statue of Anubis sat, withered and worn with its great age. Text detailing the history of the Anubis Shrine sat in front of the display, clear for the viewer to read.

"Anubis is often mistaken as the God of Death and Evil, but he was actually a protector of burial sites and graves..." The sudden voice beside Y/N made him jump, ripping him out of his thoughts and to the man beside him.

"He would also guide souls into the afterlife," Y/N spoke up, seeming to wince at breaking the silence that had surrounded the both of them.

The man beside him, whose nametag read as 'Steven' gave a smile. "Anubis also judges the souls that pass through to the underworld, the Duaat, with a set of scales. But even though he is the God of Death, he's not the god of the dead, that would be-"

"Osiris, who is a god of both life and death, is also associated with agriculture, which is probably why their heaven is a field of reeds." Y/N turned back to the display of Egyptian artefacts, finding it hard to look into Steven's doe-like eyes any longer.

A moment of awkward silence passed between them, with Steven taking a sip of his, notedly empty, coffee cup just to fill the space. "Do you..." He cleared his throat, "Do you come to the museum often? I haven't seen you around before."

"No, this is my first time visiting," Y/N tugged on the loose thread of the dark jumper he wore, paranoid of the ink beneath becoming visible. "I could use a tour guide though?" He said that line as more of a request, turning his head again to Steven, but keeping his eyes trained on the open space beside him.

Steven sputtered for a moment, unsure if he had read between the lines correctly, "I... I could give you a tour... if you would like? I'm not an actual tour guide though... I just work at the gift shop... I'm a gift shopist," Steven internally cringed at the sound of himself rambling, unsure if he had immediately scared the other man away.

But instead, Y/N just smiled and chuckled slightly under his breath.

"I'd like that."

Steven let out a small sigh he didn't know he had been holding, releasing his grip on the to-go coffee that had caused it to slightly deform.

"Oi, Stevie, you're late... again," Donna called from just outside the barrier of the Egyptology exhibit, tapping the cheap watch on her wrist, a foul look on her face. "And stop bothering the customers."

Steven blushed in embarrassment as if he was a kid caught with his hand directly in the cookie jar. "Gotta dash," With an apologetic smile he turned, following Donna like a guilty puppy. It was only walking away that he realised he had no idea what the other man's name was, let alone a way to ask about their date-

No, not a date, just a tour.

*****

The rain was harsh as it spat on his face, the cold and damp soaking through the thin, light layers of his clothes and seeming to pierce his bare, ink-covered arms. The wind brushed up against him, pulling at the loose fabric of his clothes and tugging at the material of his hooded cloak. The ornate dagger he held in a tight fist glistened in the light of the moon, the refracted light hitting the loose stone of the rooftop.

"There is much work to do in a city of this size. With souls so corrupted their cruelty spreads like a plague." The jackal's voice was gravelly with its little use, it was unusual for him to speak unless it was to give orders to his avatar.

"What a ray of sunshine you are," The hooded figure's voice was muffled behind the half mask - The inside was shaped like the lower half of a human's face to sit comfortably, but with the outside moulded into elongated, tear-shaped nostrils and an open mouth, displaying sharp, beastly canines in a constant snarl. Paired with the relaxed eyes of its wearer, the mask didn't match the current tranquillity shared between the two.

"What I am trying to get across is... We shall be staying here a while longer than usual." The jackal crossed his arms over his chest, standing tall and almost defensive with his back completely straight.

"Anubis, we've talked about you being all cryptic and mysterious before." Y/N turned to face the god completely, mirroring his stance as the two stood in a combative silence together, one waiting for the other to crack.

The jackal sighed, relenting. "At the museum, the... gift shop-ist you spoke to, he seemed... interested in you."

"He also seemed interested in you, which is why I'm assuming you're giving me this little blessing of yours." Anubis let a smile grace across his animal features before his expression became sullen and serious. "Oh Christ, here it comes," Y/N muttered under his breath, not caring if the god heard.

"The work I give you can be a lot for a mortal mind to process. You need friends... connections, to keep your head to the ground and away from the vastness of the clouds and their foggy distortion. But as your time as my avatar, there have been too few and too brief moments you have truly allowed yourself to be in the arms of another."

Y/N gave Anubis a raised brow. "Are you saying I need to get laid?"

The god gave a sigh, "pesky mortal souls... but yes, I the Great Egyptian God of the Dead, Mummification, Embalming and Burials am telling you to get laid."

*****

Steven had jumped into the air like a scared cat when the to-go cup was placed on his desk. It was marked with the logo of his favourite coffee shop that just sat around the corner. Next to the small illustration of a bouquet of flowers was the name 'Y/N' written in rushed handwriting, the black ink of the permanent marker crisp and clear against the off-white of the cup.

"Looks like you could use a pick me up," Y/N leant on his arms against the desk, careful not to disturb the containers and displays of cheap, yet expensive, museum gift shop trinkets. He took a sip from his own to-go cup, shivering at the pleasant warmth that passed down his throat and settled against the bottom of his stomach.

Steven just stared for a minute, his brain not fully caught up and comprehending. "Th... Thanks," He took a precarious sip from the cup, not sure what to expect, but the taste on his tongue left him pleasantly surprised. "How did you..?"

"Psychic," Y/N wiggled his fingers in a playful manner. "I read the label on your cup yesterday and then prayed for the best." With his arms now resting on the counter again Y/N mindlessly played with the ends of his sleeves, tugging and picking at several loose strands he had been working on earlier that day. "So, when are you off work? You still owe me a tour."

"Erm.." Steven hastily checked his watch, forgetting for a moment how to actually read the time. "I'm off in an hour or so, is that too long?"

"I don't mind waiting. I'll be over by the display from yesterday when you're ready."

There were more people surrounding the Egyptology exhibit than yesterday, their voices hushed between each other but still disturbed the comfort the room offered. Even the large display of Set, a deity of chaos and disorder, offered a corrupt peace - A prayer statue of the Egyptian God sitting with his eyes in a state of repose that chilled Y/N to his bones. Something about it was disturbing.

"Nasty bugger was Set, but I guess you would be if you were a god of violence and storms and so on," Steven walked slowly to Y/N's side in an attempt not to scare him, speaking with a hushed tone so as not to disrupt the other people that slowly meandered the room, feigning an intellectual interest in the blocks of texts that sat in front of Egyptian artefacts they had already seen in the leaflets and adverts.

"He also killed and mutilated his brother Osiris," Y/N still held the to-go cup in his hand, now empty with the plastic lid warped at the edges with teeth marks. "But Osiris did marry his sister, so he kind of had it coming."

"The political aspects of Set are also quite interesting. You see, Set was always associated with foreigners, but during the later periods that held larger amounts of colonisation he became more associated with oppressive foreigners such as Persian and Kushite empires..." Steven spoke a hundred miles a minute as if the information contained within him could no longer be held or it would for sure cause him to burst.

"What got you into all this?" Y/N made a vague gesture with his arms as he asked Steven.

"Well..." He didn't know how to answer, "I just find it fascinating, like an interlocked, two thousand years old story. With so many interpretations and translations you can always find a new aspect of it to explore."

A moment passed between them.

"What about you? What got you into all this?" Steven copied Y/N movement, causing both to smile in amusement.

"A mix of interest when I was young and my career. I've always had a fascination with the Egyptian Gods and their history, there's just something about it that just seems to pull you in." Y/N turned to the statue of Anubis, sensing the god now present in the shadows of the room. "Anubis had always fascinated yet terrified me the most out of all the gods. His complete grasp on not just your life but your soul, your destiny... where you'd spend eternity. He can see everything you have done in your life, what you might have done given the chance and he judges your very existence on those thoughts, those tiny, unimportant thoughts."

Steven let out a long huff of air, "Blimey," He didn't exactly know how to respond to such a statement, "well let's hope he didn't see me nicking digestives from the biscuit tin."

"I'm sure he'll give you a free pass on that one." Y/N cracked the lip of the disposable drinks cup lid once more, his fingertips brushing along the edge of the new sharp splinter within the plastic, almost breaking the first few layers of skin. He could feel the harsh stare from Anubis, the feeling forcing the hairs on the back of Y/N's neck to stand tall. He shivered.

"Are you cold?" Steven moved before the other could reply, peeling the cargo-material jacket from himself and laying it on Y/N's shoulders, careful to not accidentally brush his fingers against his skin.

"Thank you."

Steven kept his promise in regards to giving Y/N a tour of the Ancient Egypt exhibit. They moved from one exhibit to another, with Steven rattling on about each artefact, his hands waving wildly in the air to further articulate each sentence. Y/N let him talk, only speaking up to add his own little pieces of knowledge or ask a question he genuinely didn't know the answer to.

"It is time."

"I enjoyed today Steven, thank you." Y/N still held onto the jacket that had been draped over his shoulders, pulling at the opening gently, already mourning the loss of the warmth provided before taking it off. "Would I be okay to give you my number?"

"Uh yeah... yeah, that would be brilliant, thanks," Steven took his jacket back when Y/N held it out to him, holding it on his lap despite the chill that had crept across him throughout the evening. "I really enjoyed tonight too, not many - or, well, anyone - listens to me ramble like that."

"Y/N, you are wasting time."

Y/N stood, attempting to ignore the bordering threatening voice that spoke at the side of him. "I'd be happy to listen to you ramble like that again." His arms twitched with the desire to hug Steven, but he kept them awkwardly at his sides, unsure what to do with them now.

A beat of delicate silence passed between them, both trying to find the words they wanted to say.

"I'll see you soon... I hope," Y/N made his move to leave first, shoulders hunched in self-consciousness, embarrassed by his own lack of social skills.

"That was hard for even me to watch."

Y/N cursed at Anubis under his breath.

*****

Y/N had not seen or heard from Steven in a few days.

It had been almost a week since Steven had given him a tour, followed by a few days of awkward, yet sweet conversations over text. Neither had drawn up the courage to arrange that second date; Every night Y/N would stare at the blinking line in the text box, the empty space mocking him with silent laughter. On those few occasions, he had the capacity to write the first few words, but none of them ever seemed to sound quite right.

Anubis had taunted him relentlessly over his 'weeping heart' every time he checked his phone for a notification he might have just missed.

The museum was more crowded today than it had been the day they met. With so many heads surrounding Y/N, he couldn't pick out Steven's. The counter at the gift shop was occupied by another face, one that looked mind-numbingly bored as they scanned items and handed receipts to customers they barely spoke more than a few words to. Maybe he had a different shift?

Y/N felt Anubis' presence beside him, the people surrounding the both of them moving through the god as if he were a ghost.

"There is something wrong here."

Those simple words send a spike of anxiety straight into Y/N's core, the cold wash of adrenaline already circulating through him. He thought of Steven first and he made a move for the Egyptology exhibit out of impulse. "What can you sense?" Y/N spoke under his breath, barely moving his lips in an attempt to keep his question to the god between them.

"It is faint, but I can taste the ancient power behind it... tread lightly."

Y/N felt their presence as soon as he passed the threshold of the exhibit, the hair at the nape of his neck bristled as the centuries-old instinct of terror nestled its way into his gut. He kept himself to the shadows that the replica obelisk graciously provided from the overhead lights.

"I'd assumed Steven Grant was an alias, imagine my surprise to find you here," An icy chill washed over him - he knew that voice. It's gentle, bittersweet tone that promised a paradise yet spoke of an apocalypse.

He heard Steven flag one of the security guards in a desperate attempt to escape, but he was surrounded by Ammit's followers - Harrow's lapdogs.

"Mate, I don't have your bloody beetle, I swear. I..." The desperation in Steven's voice made Y/N's heart ache.

"Oh, no. The scarab doesn't belong to me, it belongs to her. Do you know Ammit?"

"Do I know Ammit... No, not personally." Y/N summoned a dagger, to his hand, following Harrow as he backed Steven into a corner. Harrow's company was annoyingly organised, forcing Y/N to continuously weave through the spaced-out displays and columns. "Egyptian deity, right? Er... World's first bogeyman."

"She was only the bogeyman for evildoers," Steven knocked into one of the displays, causing it to almost topple over, "She grew weary of having to wait for sinners to commit their crime before punishing them. Would you wait to weed a garden till after the roses were dead?"

"I- I wouldn't do that?"

"The justice of Ammit surveys the whole of our lives. Past, present and future. She knows what we've done and what we will do."

"Great. Okay. Well, the books must have left that part out." The doors that Steven had been meticulously backing towards now slammed closed as another of Harrow's men stood in front of it, eyeing Steven with a look of challenge.

"Consider this. Had Ammit been free-" Harrow had made a move to take Steven's hands in his own, a potential death sentence should Steven's heart be unbalanced. Y/N had no doubt that Steven's heart would be true, but he was not willing to risk the unfair justice that Ammit brought.

"Had Ammit been free the world would have been bathed in nothing but fear and innocent blood," Y/N now stood from his place behind one of the displays, aiming to take Harrow's attention away from Steven long enough for the other to get out of arms reach. Y/N held the knife parallel along the inside of his wrist, concealing it from the other's view. "A soul is only guilty when its crime is committed. If they are taken from the physical plane before they are able to commit this crime then they are still of pure heart."

Harrow sighed in clear annoyance, picking up his cane for a moment, battling with the desire to slam it in frustration. But he kept his emotions under an unnerving grasp, softly placing the cane tip back on the laminate tile floor.

Steven was an easy character to read, his emotions flowing through his movement, saturated in the tone he used when he spoke. But the look on his face now was muddled and perplexing; Fear mixed with confusion and maybe something of betrayal laced within it.

"You are friends with an avatar of Anubis, Steven?" Harrow turned away from Y/N, an odd power play, willingly displaying his back to the enemy. He read the emotions etched onto Steven's face, his eyebrows knitting together as he solved the puzzle pieces. "You didn't know?"

"W-We've only just met."

"Then I assume you don't know of the contract that he has signed, or why he had to sign it in the first place," Harrow turned, a predatory look within his eyes as he locked onto Y/N.

"Don't." A small whisper under his breath, close to pleading.

"They say Anubis' meets his avatars once they have already passed over and their heart has been weighed. He never chooses those whose scales are balanced..." Harrow tapped his can on the floor twice, before Y/N could register its significance, two sets of hands grabbed hold of his biceps, locking him in place. "...instead he takes only those who accept that their scales will send them to the sands... I wonder."

Harrow rolled up his sleeve before he gripped Y/N's wrists in each hand, the underside of his forearms facing the ceiling to reveal the scales.

They didn't move.

Harrow gripped harder as if it would force the scales to weigh Y/N's heart. His hold finally loosened when he was certain that what he suspected was true.

"Fascinating," He spoke under his breath, more to himself than another. Still keeping one hand wrapped around Y/N's left wrist, he moved the thin fabric of his jumper sleeve, revealing the black ink beneath. The scripture of an Egyptian death right. "A living corpse, tied to Anubis on a leash. I wonder, what crimes did you commit in life to bring you to this moment."

"No worse crime than what you have committed Harrow, Amit is a hypocrite."

"Amit is desperate... She was betrayed by indolent fellow gods... By even her own avatar," Harrow made his way back over to Steven as he spoke, a look of fear still stricken on the other man's face. "Sometimes you must fight fire with fire."

"Steven has no part in this, let him be."

"There seems to be quite a few secrets kept between the two of you."

"Are you going to kill me?" Steven's voice cracked with the terror that had been growing inside him. The lights of the museum cracked and sparked with foreign energy, but only for a moment.

"It's maddening, isn't it?" Harrow's voice was low and soft as he spoke to Steven, Y/N had to strain his ears to hear him clearly. "The voice in your head. Relentless, forever unsatisfied. No matter how hard you try to please, it devours you until there is nothing left but a hollow shell." Harrow pulled up the sleeve of his right arm again, clearly displaying the scales to Steven who flinched at the sight of them.

"Harrow don't," Y/N pulled at the tight hold of the guards, a third holding him back as he saw the other two begin to struggle.

"And the more you ask for help, the more you begin to sound like the boy who cried wolf," Harrow held onto Steven's wrist with a gentle grip and in his fear Steven couldn't bring himself to move.

"I can't help you," Steven's breathing was heavy, panicked.

"I am trying to help you."

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" Y/N roared as he tried to break free once more, managing only for a moment before he was tripped over onto his hands and knees. He couldn't tell how many bodies know lay holding him down as he fought against them with strength just beyond human.

"I saw you kill that woman in the alps."

"I only told her what millions more will soon learn. Do you want to know the truth?" Steven didn't pull away, instead, he looked at Harrow with eyes filled with conflicting thoughts.

Y/N heard the distant, ethereal ring as the scales began to shift. He had no doubt that Steven had a balanced heart, even from the brief time he had spent with him; there was no doubt about his crystal pure soul.

The scale didn't balance, but it didn't stop moving either.

"There's chaos in you," Harrow spoke in but a whisper.

The doors to the Egyptology exhibit opened and those that held Y/N down clambered off in a controlled rush. Steven pulled his arms to his chest as if now burned by Harrow's touch. Looking between both Harrow and Y/N, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, struggling to get the words out - he only managed a single sentence.

"Stay away from me."

His eyes met Y/N's as he turned and left.

#moon knight #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x reader #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x M! reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x male reader #male reader

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Stone Heart - Part One

Moodboard by @acrossthesestars

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Steven Grant x Demisexual!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: Just pure cotton candy fluff

Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all... AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU

Author’s Note: You can thank @letterfromvienna for encouraging me to turn this silly little idea from a throwaway idea to a two part bit of self-indulgent, romantic fluff, and for contributing some wonderful ideas and bits of dialogue. Thank you also to @acrossthesestars for endless support in the form of proofreading, hand holding, and mood board making. I love you so much, my crow. 🖤

Steven can’t remember the first time he decided to take his break in the classical statuary gallery rather than the usual staff canteen. He’d tried eating there first, hoping to befriend some of his new coworkers. Months into working at the British Museum though, most of them remain politely disinterested in getting to know him.

He’d tried, really he had. Memorizing the names of their kids, remembering birthdays, letting them vent about their days. He’d even tried to organize after hours meet ups but after one too nights sitting at a bar surrounded by empty stools, silent phone in hand, he’d given up. He’s too talkative, too excitable, too… much.

It’s easier this way, retreating to the overlooked room tucked behind the Parthenon sculptures. That area is always swarmed with guests eager to see the Elgin Marbles. Steven avoids it. The idea of all those stolen artifacts in one place makes his neck itch. Granted, the museum is filled with those sorts of objects but somehow the sculptures and friezes in that room (at least, the ones not missing their heads) seem to glare down at him accusingly.

He much prefers your gallery. Sunlight streams in from banks of antique windows, painting the marble-clad room in shifting shades as the light changes. Blush pink and champagne gold in the morning, cool green in the afternoon when it filters in through vining ivy. His favorite time to visit is in the velvety blue nighttime when the lights are dimmed and moonlight glints off milk-white stone. It’s magical then, easier to imagine that the statues are just on the verge of leaping out of the shadows, bending closer to hear his late-night chatter.

Each one is familiar. The hunter, endlessly pursuing a stag he’ll never reach. The musician strumming her lyre. The bull-headed minotaur pondering his strange existence (“You and me both, mate.”) Steven’s walked the floor enough times to know them all from every angle. Knows every raised stone eyebrow and deceptively animated hand gesture. Time and again though, he finds himself drawn to the far left corner.

To you.

“Hullo!” He greets you with a half-wave and a shy smile, a brown paper bag clutched in his hand as always. “What’ve I missed?”

He eats slowly, contentedly, imagining you telling him about the day’s visitors or any new additions to the gallery. He’s not mad. He knows you’ll never truly speak to him. Your lips may be quirked in amusement, your eyes kind and somehow knowing, but you’re still a statue.

But hey, everyone has their flaws and Steven, spending his breaks on the bench beside your plinth, isn’t one to judge. You’re a good listener and while he wishes he could be the same for you, he appreciates the patient way you let him natter on. He tells you about his days, the postcards his mum sends, dogs he stopped to pet on his way in to work. Most of all, he tells you about his work in the museum.

“Did you see that new Ennead poster they have downstairs? It’s missing two of the gods. Two! I mean, I know marketing is busy but that’s a bit of an oversight, innit?”

“I told you about Donna, yeah? My boss in the gift shop? She’s making me stay late for inventory. Again. And the inventory she’s got me doing - you should see it. Boxes and boxes of Anubis plushies, just piles of the things. I’m all for getting the kids interested but it just seems weird to have little stuffed death gods all over the place.”

“You’ll never believe it. Remember the new hire I told you about? AJ? They quit. They didn’t even make it two weeks and oh, you should have seen Donna’s face when they told her off. It’s almost worth the extra shifts I’ve had to pick up.”

“Oh, I meant to tell you. The museum cafe has a gelato section now. You probably didn’t have gelato. Erm, like, a softer ice cream sort of thing? But I guess you didn’t have ice cream either… I don’t either, really. But they do have some nice fruit sorbets. Oo, like this mango raspberry one…”

It’s not all museum talk, though. Steven talks to you about archaeology journals he’s read, discoveries made and theories shared. He makes an effort to share details relevant to what he imagines to be your origin, but that’s proven difficult.

The plaque beneath your feet is scant on details (“Stone Maiden. Date unknown. Artist unknown. Marble.”) and even his own research hasn’t turned up much additional information. According to a researcher in the Antiquities department, experts disagree on when your sculpture was made, and even how. It’s so detailed, almost uncannily so, leading experts to argue whether a classical sculptor would even have been capable of sculpting such life-like precision.

He does his best. From the wreath of roses carefully woven through your braided hair, he guesses that you might have been a gardener. Your garb is fairly modest for a classical statue, though it’s gauzy and evokes sheer, clinging material so well he’d blushed the first time he saw you. He can’t tell much from that, but the scroll clutched in one hand suggests an interest in learning. He likes to imagine you slipping out of a sun-drenched villa to read in the shade of an olive tree. No, a willow, somewhere with cool water you can dangle your bare feet in. On especially rough days, Steven likes to imagine sitting down beside you and asking every question he’s ever had about you and your life, and what your voice might sound like if you had one to answer him with.

As the months slip past, Steven finds himself sharing more intimate glimpses into his life.

“His name is Gus! He’s just got the one fin, bless him, but you’d never know it with how he zips around. I’m not sure the bowl is big enough though. Should I get him a tank, do you think?”

“She never showed. Said something about me having the wrong day but that doesn’t seem possible, I think I would have remembered having a date, hello!”

“Yeah, so, the ankle restraints are helping with the sleepwalking. Maybe it’s for the best that dating hasn’t been working out - who wants to come back to a flat with ankle restraints and heaps of books everywhere? Besides, I think the place might be haunted? I’m the only one there but I can’t tell you how many times I put something down in one place and it turns up in another. So, unless Gus is some sort of rapidly evolving ‘super goldfish’…”

He comes to rely on these times with you, feeling more at ease than he does around Donna, whose expectations he’ll never meet or his co-workers, too absorbed in their own duties to pay much attention to an aspiring Egyptologist who can barely hold down a position in the gift shop. At least you’re always there to listen.

“I brought the new issue of Current Archaeology. The cover story’s about Dr. Salima Ikram’s latest discovery in Saqqara and oh, she’s just fantastic. Here, listen to this…”

“Are Oreos really vegan? I thought they were when I packed some for lunch but now I’m not sure… Maybe I’d better not. D’you want one? I’ll leave one here, yeah?”

“Ok this is silly but… I saw this flower on my way to work. It’s a peony, I think? Someone left it on the bus and it made me think of you. I imagine you don’t get to see many flowers and you might miss your garden, so, here.”

He wonders sometimes if he’s being a coward, or a fool, spending so much time and energy speaking to someone who will never talk back. Is it fear of rejection that keeps him coming back to you again and again?

It’s possible. But maybe it’s something else. The recognition of a kindred spirit, albeit one locked in marble. The dream that maybe, just maybe, his friendship could mean something to you, too.

It may be fantasy but it’s also the one moment in his day where he feels less alone.

Which is why when he walks into your gallery the next day to find your plinth empty and his usual bench occupied by a woman who looks oddly, impossibly familiar, the cardboard box in his arms crashes to the ground.

Part Two

#Steven Grant #Steven Grant x Reader #Steven Grant X Fem!Reader #Steven Grant x F!Reader #Moon Knight #Fic #My fic #Stone Heart

[aoiveae-monsters]

Khonshu x Gender Neutral Reader🌙

Yay it's done! Tried something new with this one. This somehow turned into 27 pages long headcanons

Also quick warning, I included some gods that weren't in the show, like Anubis, Ra and Set but they don't have big roles in this.

And for those who don't know, Witch is a Gender Neutral word

Wdym the witch and ennead reader are longer than the normal reader? No idea what you're talking about

Tag :3 @raelwrites

Hope you enjoy!

Normal!Reader

🌘You probably met Steven first, before he was pulled in all that moon knight Business. However, while you could not see Khonshu yet, he could see you very clearly. At first he didn't think much of you but the more he watched you the more he grew interested in you.

🌘So one night out of the blue, he appeared in front of you. He was expecting screaming but no-

🌘You were calm, even fascinated by the moon god in front of you. Of course that only stroked his ego and he took an immediate liking to you

🌘Steven didn't know you have met Khonshu until you two were hanging out, with Khonshu present and you said hi to him.

🌘Poor man was freaking out because he thought Khonshu would hurt you

🌘He wouldn't

🌘It would take a while but you two grew closer, night by night. With that the elder god was beginning to be confused. He never felt this way for a mere mortal and honestly, it scared him a little

🌘But now to the romance~

🌘Khonshu would be the first to confess, in his own silly way

🌘He first would come to you one night, on a full moon, and say how truly lucky you are to have gained the affection of an elder god. Going on a monologue as to how blessed you were, which was quickly cut short when you said that you also like him

🌘Birb man was so happy

🌘At the begining in the relationship Khonshu would have trouble seeing you as his equal but after a while he would (with great difficulty) swallow his pride and see you as his other, equal half

🌘He is still very new to this so please be patient and if you are you'll get a doting moon god!

🌘Murder bird is so down bad for you.

🌘Khonshu showers you in his love, whenever the moon shines, you feel his loving embrace

🌘Every moring you wake up, he makes you Breakfast

🌘While you can't directly touch him, you can feel a little of his presence. Him holding you close, beak softly nudging your neck.

🌘Khonshu is also extremely protective, the god is aware how fragile humans are, so he would not have you in any moon knight matters

🌘He loves you dearly and could not bare to see you hurt

🌘Khonshu hates it when others flirt with you, he'll throw one of his trantums, effectively scaring them away.

🌘After that he will be a little grumpy, give him a few kisses and long hugs, that will lighten his mood

🌘you are not the only one being doted on tho. Give him kisses, hugs and loving words

🌘He will coo when you tell him how much you love him or give his beak little kisses, like-

🌘"Yes little human, I am great aren't I?"

🌘When he was imprisoned in stone by Ennead, he longed to return to you. Being away from his beloved human pained him greatly. He despratly earned for your loving embrace.

🌘When he and Ammit where freed, he fought his hardest, so that Ammit and Harrow could never harm you.

🌘Once he returned, he immediately took you in his arms.

🌘Khonshu refused to leave you alone for weeks, the time he was away should have been nothing to him but being separated from you was to much for him.

🌘However you two are together once again and he will never leave you again

Witch!Reader

🌗Working with deities is not uncommon for witches and you thought you'd give it shot as it might help you a lot with your practice.

🌗Khonshu was one deity you were planning on working with

🌗The night you started the Ritual was on a full moon, hoping that would help Khonshu hear you and he did. At first Khonshu was confused, he had not someone reach out to him in a long time and specially not in such a way either

🌗After the Ritual was done, Khonshu decided to answer this little human's prayer, you however did not exspect him to appear directly in front you-

🌗But then again you shouldn't be suprised, in a world with a himbo that carries a thunder hammer, a big green dude and a man that has been in ice for 80 years this is probably the most normal thing that happened in a while

🌗Khonshu would tell you how much of a wise decision you made by chosing him over other moon deities

🌗He would help you with your witchcraft and give you protection under the moons silver glow but in exchange he wants something in return.

🌗Humans have started worshiping the old gods again and he wants a devoted little follower, a priest! Give him praise and offerings-

🌗You just throw bird seeds at his face:/

🌗At least that got him to shut up

🌗He does bonk you with his Staff in return tho

🌗But that bonk shocks him, he can actually touch you! What a interesting little light you are

🌗That's what he calls you, little light

🌗With Khonshu being your patron, you are granted a lot of new powers! Lunar Magic obviously is among them

🌗Khonshu helps you learn control your new powers, he is with you through every step

🌗Your routine is making a little offering to Khonshu and giving him a prayer during the night

🌗He always listens

🌗Romance doesn't spark between you two immediately, at first he only sees you as his priest.

🌗Yet after a while he can't deny that he has gotten rather attached to you

🌗You touch him in a way that he never knew was possible, much lese how addicted he is to it

🌗He is so touch starved :(

🌗The first time you hugged him, he stood five minutes in the same spot, wondering what just happened and why he want's you to do it again so desperately

🌗Whenever you do a ritual and he is present, Khonshu watches you with awe, you truly are something magical

🌗It is on a full moon,where you go about your usual prayer, when you say it with so much love and devotion, does he notice that you are more to him than just a priest

🌗He craves your touch, your attention

🌗Your love

🌗It is when you finish the prayer, he comes to you

🌗At first he doesn't say anything, he just stares at you. Even without any eyes you can figure out how he looks at you with such adoration.

🌗When Khonshu still doesn't move, you step forward and gently take his face in your hands, as he takes yours in his

🌗With the utmost sincerity you give him a heart warming "I love you" and kiss his beak

🌗You two stayed in each other's embrace that night

🌗He makes a constelation after you, once you two are done

🌗Khonshu would sometimes hug you from behind and coo at you

🌗He would be so jealous if you also worked with other deities

🌗"You have me already! You don't need any lesser god."

🌗Would 100% sabotage their alters

🌗You take him to the side and tell him that, while yes you work with other gods, he is your love. The other gods could not even dream to compare

🌗Khonshu would let you work with other gods then in peace after that

🌗Not without bragging as to how you are his lover to the other gods, whenever you communicate with them

🌗It is only natural that you would meet his Moon Knight

🌗They were shocked when they found out Khonshu had a partner.

🌗Marc "Blink twice if you are being held hostage"

🌗However, Khonshu did not want you involved in any of his "Justice". Fearing you'd get hurt

🌗But that wish quickly died when a sun Cult has targeted you :/

🌗When they took you in the middle of the night, Khonshu screeched for Marc and Steven to save you. Only to find you, having already beaten the cult.

🌗Khonshu has blessed you with powerful lunar magic and you used that to your advantge.

🌗Khonshu came rushing to you and Held you. Screeching in terror if you got hurt. Carrying you back home, refusing to let you down.

🌗He doesn't leave your side for month

🌗Because of the whole thing you kind of, accidentally, became a part of the Moon Khight thing

🌗He blames Steven

🌗One day, you met a strange blond man with a cane. For some reason he felt... off. Before he could do anything you quickly made an excuse so you could leave. As you started to walk away, the man said how eager he and Ammit were to properly meet you one day

🌗Leaving you confused because you never even met the man?????

🌗You told Khonshu about it he stood still for two minutes and then suddenly screeched bloody murder.

🌗When he and Marc go to Egypt, you begged him to take you with him

🌗Birb Man quickly shut you down.

🌗You went anyway without them knowing and when he found out, his soul left his body

🌗There is no turning back now, but no fighting for you!

🌗That's final.

🌗...

🌗You stabbed a man in a fight you suddenly appeard in

🌗Khonshu screeched in horror

🌗You also got to meet Layla :D

🌗When Khonshu was held on trial by other gods because he manipulated the sky, you were seething with rage

🌗You bit Osiris

🌗When Khonshu got imprisioned, your powers were greatly weakend, to the point where they were non existent.

🌗You, Marc, Steven and Layla then go on a little adventure

🌗Marc and Steven get shot

🌗You and Layla were hunting Harrow until a magical Hippo spoke out of a dead guy??

🌗She told you that Harrow was to powerful and that you needed to free Khonshu.

🌗You booked it to your birb boyfriend

🌗When Harrow came and killed the other avartars, you didn't feel all that bad-

🌗But the moment you freed Khonshu he immediatly embraced you, so hard.

🌗Being kept apart from you was the most painful thing for him, even if it wasn't all that long. Yet a single day without you, was an eternity for him

🌗In short he's clingly

🌗When Mommy Ammit is freed, you want  to help fight her and Harrow.

🌗Khonshu denies you of this tho, he just got you back, he won't risk losing you

🌗Seeing Khonshu get beaten up by Ammit breaks your heart

🌗You blast magic in her eye, giving Khonshu a little advantge

🌗When the fight with Harrow comes, you blast his face with lunar magic

🌗Hard

🌗Probably broke his nose

🌗You help Marc and Layla with sealing Ammit in Harrow

🌗When all is done you are tempted to kill Harrow yourself

🌗Once you go home, you force Khonshu to stay in bed with you, cuddling the entire day and night.

Ennead!Reader

🌕Revered by many mortals and even gods, you were truly divine being but none held you in higher regard than Khonshu

🌕To him, you were the stars to his night sky. The glimmering water under his pale light

🌕He was a simp in short

🌕You two were often worshiped together, mostly because the two of you were close with one another

🌕You and Khonshu haven't been together until after Osiris' death and Set's defeat

🌕He realized how he could not bear the thought you suffering the same fate as Osiris

🌕How you being gone was too painful

🌕Khonshu would rather tear down the night sky than to let you be taken away

🌕Under the brilliant stars and shining moon, he asked for your love.

🌕That fateful night, a new union between two gods was made

🌕Khonshu made many constelations after you, like paintings to immortalize you divinity in the skies but he said that no matter how bright the constelation, it would never compare to your true beauty

🌕The Birb, however would get jealous sometimes of other gods having your attention

🌕He talked smack about Anubis after you two were busy with the afterlife

🌕Anubis bonked him

🌕That humbled him real quickly

🌕He keeps you away from Set and when he comes to close, Khonshu screeches at him

🌕Some nights you would lay together, tracing your his body with your fingers while he held you close

🌕The moon's light was always brightest when you were with him

🌕The Relationship between Khonshu and his father Ammon Ra was complicated. Ra didn't have anything against you, he is rather fond of you. But any attemps of mending their relationship has failed

🌕So you tried to keep those two away from each other in general, even chosing avatars that would stop the fighting between their vessels.

🌕It didn't always work but you saved a lot of lives like that (o_o)b

🌕You cared deeply about the mortals, which only made it hurt more when they abandonded you

🌕With the other Ennead going back the Celestial Heliopolis, ready to leave humanity, you were tempted you leave yourself

🌕Khonshu however chose not to

🌕He kept in interfering with the mortal plane, something that displeased the council

🌕So they banisched him

🌕When Khonshu was exiled he was shatterd, being seperated from you pained him beyond meassure

🌕Before he could do anything irrational to get back to you

🌕He felt your arms around him

🌕You were on earth, with him

🌕Khonshu had so many question but decided to stay in your embrace instead. The fear of having lost you really broke him for a moment

🌕He asked if you also got banisched

🌕You didn't, but you could not just stand there and let your love be send away.

🌕So you chose to leave the Ennead, they didn't understand your decision but respected it

🌕Unlike Khonshu, you were still welcomed back, so long you don't break the rules

🌕But none of that matterd, what is most important is that you two are together.

🌕Because of his banishment, Khonshu resents the other gods yet is grateful that you chose to stay with him

🌕Sometimes however, he can't help but feel guilty for being the reason you left your home

🌕You quickly shut those thought down. As much as he can't bear to be without you, you also could not imagine a life separated with Khonshu

🌕You kiss his entire face, declaring your love for him over and over again

🌕You smotherd him with so much love he became flusterd, causing a Blood Moon to happen

🌕While on earth you watched Khonshu take many new Avatars, but one stood out to you

🌕A mortal named Arthur Harrow

🌕You made your distaste for the human very clear and it turned you had every reason not to like him

🌕Khonshu's next Avatar however, Marc Spector, you didn't dislike

🌕You saw a broken, scared boy. While he was close on deaths door, you appeard before him. Giving him comfort and love

🌕Khonshu himself came too, offering Marc a deal, to become his avatar. You didn't like how it sounded but chose to trust your beloved.

🌕You didn't see much of Marc after that, beliving Khonshu to take good care of him

🌕It wasn't until much later that you decided to see Marc again.

🌕Khonshu seemed irritated, so you thought you might check up on the little human

🌕You were more than suprised that he forgot about you

🌕And suddenly got an british accent

🌕He seemed rather frightened.

🌕Which confused you even more, why would he be scared of you when he has regular contact with Khonshu

🌕And speaking of him, you saw your husband scaring the poor boy not long after

🌕Chasing him through a corridor

🌕It wasn't until you appeard, that you chastised Khonshu for terrifying Marc.

🌕When you send Khonshu away, you tried to calm Marc down, to which he told you his name was Steven Grant.

🌕How odd

🌕You decided that the man has seen enough gods for now and left him alone

🌕Asking Khonshu why Marc now goes by Steven Grant and acts completely diffrent, he tells you not to worry about the worm

🌕Which left you even more confused???

🌕You later on found out on yourself, that Steven was diffrent person entirely.

🌕Before you could find out more, Steven met Harrow.

🌕Khonshu found out and demanded Steven to break his windpipe, scaring him even more

🌕You tried to calm Khonshu down from his tantrum

🌕Reader "Yes dear, you are real justice"

🌕Everything Happened so fast, a jackal got summoned, Harrow got the scarab and Steven got a very nice suit

🌕The aftermath however

🌕Khonshu talked to Marc

🌕As their conversation went on, you start to have doubts about your Husband's deal.

🌕When they go to egypt, you follow them to make sure they don't cause too much trouble

🌕During the trial with the council, you try to defend Khonshu and prove that Harrow is trying to free Ammit

🌕The Ennead however thought that your time with Khonshu has warped your sense of truth and lies

🌕You made a mental note to curse Osiris later

🌕When Steven and Layla needed the night sky from the past, you begged Khonshu not to do reverse it. But knowing the importance of the mission, you relented.

🌕Khonshu took your face gently in his hand and caressed your cheek, before going to turn the night sky back

🌕Your heart shatterd when he was imprisoned, trying to get a hold of him as he was fading away

🌕You honestly considerd hunting down the gods and their avatars

🌕You would free him, no matter what

🌕But helping Steven and Layla was more important now

🌕You helped them during your journy to stop Harrow

🌕But things didn't go as planned

🌕Marc and Steven got shot, and Harrow got away

🌕You did your best to keep Layla save.

🌕Resurrecting the boys now was out of question, their souls have long since left

🌕You just hoped Tawaret would bend the rules for once

🌕When Layla went for Harrow you tried to convince her to free Khonshu isntead, the corpse on the ground agreed with you!

🌕When you got to Khonshu's Ushabti and Layla freed him

🌕You embraced Khonshu

🌕Hard

🌕Nearly crushing him

🌕But when he asked Layla to become his new avatar you chastised him, saying how to leave her alone and grieve

🌕When Ammit got freed and fought Khonshu, you intervined and gave Khonshu time to escape.

🌕When you found out Marc and Steven were alive, you were ecstatic

🌕When Khonshu offerd to let Marc and Steven go, you were proud of him. Letting the two have a, somewhat, normal life

🌕When the second fight with Ammit came, you didn't hesitate to attack her

🌕When she trapped Khonshu with her hair, while she was starting to get sealed away, you punched Ammit in the face to hasten the process.

🌕When Khonshu wanted Marc to kill Harrow you chose to step in and let Marc know that he was free now, he could finally leave all this behind

🌕Before he goes tho, he says that you were his and Steven's favorite

🌕Don't tell Taweret!

🌕Yet you were a little shocked at how Khonshu agreed so quickly, without any argument

🌕With all that has happened you just wanted to hold your silly bird man and gaze at the heavens

🌕One day though, Khonshu was gone longer than usual, so you decided to find him

🌕You did not exspect to find Harrow being put in a limo, by what seemed to be Marc Spector's body, but not him or Steven.

🌕What suprised you more was how Khonshu himself was there, with new suit, which you guessed he made after Steven's

🌕It seems your dear husband has been keeping secrets from you...

#khonshu x reader #exophilia #moon knight x reader #moon knight #terato #monster boyfriend #khonshu #gender neutral reader #headcanons #my writing

[wyvernthekriger]

The Moon Knows - 1

The stars will guide you home to me

Moon Knight x Avatar Reader part 1 part 2

If ever you imagined to be wandering the empty streets of a diurnal city you’d call it normal by now. The chilling presence of the God behind your shoulder keeps you up at night, whereas the encephalon in your skull keeps you awake, replaying the times of your life that are long gone.

The breeze of London’s illuminated night feels like needles on your skin, but you trudge on, the mission you’re on soon to end as you’ve been trying to take care of a man stirring up trouble among the wandering Ennead you’re tethered to.

“He is here, somewhere. He’s using her powers.”

The voice of your companion echoes along the empty streets, though no one can hear him but you. “Can you feel where the power is located? It’s getting cold and your armor wasn’t exactly made to leave the desert.” The armor in question flowing behind you, the lace cloak lining your frame, flowing behind you resembling wisps of smoke. Your hood lifted, hound ears on top resembling the God you serve.

Before the God could answer, a half decayed hound lands only feet from you, a sickening crunch heard from it’s failing body. You jump back and throw your arm out, a scepter appearing in your outstretched hand with a quick flash of white. A black mask covering the bottom half of your face appears at the same time.

“No matter the avatar she chooses they will fall, Anu.”

“Yes, but it seems we’ve stumbled upon something far worse.. Another avatar.”

The towering God raises his arm without haste, pointing to a man in a white suit who stood across the street from you, his blazer quite disheveled. His glowing white eyes stare through you, as if Anubis is visible to him, but he’s not. He can’t see them like you can, can he? As your eyes slowly meet what, or who, stood behind him, you can’t help but to smile.” “Khonshu…”

You stood straight, a breath caught in your throat as you looked back at the avatar staring you down. This dapper man reeks of familiarity, of safety. Your knuckles begin burning white as the grip on your scepter tightens. The fading memories of your old life begins bleeding back into reality, a pit of hope and anxiety forms in your stomach.

“It appears our old friend has found an avatar after all.”

“It seems so..”

The man begins walking towards you, his legs seem heavy as if walking with weights, Khonshu close behind. His hands hold each other as he closes the distance. “H..hello. I’m Steven, based on your outfit here I can’t help but to assume you’re like me.” Your face drops and your grip loosens around your scepter, flicking it to the side as it vanishes into smoke.

“Yes, Nice to meet you… Steven..” Your voice lowering at the end. Your hope for Khonshu keeping his word breaks, eyeing the God behind Steven. “Khonshu, it’s been awhile.” Steven’s head snaps behind him, then back to you. “Wait..Wait you’re telling me you can see them?” His voice growing loud, cracking here and there. “Yes. Only Khonshu and the God I serve, though. Khonshu and I have a connection, it’s necessary that he is visible to me.

“You are alive and well, I see.”

“As are you, Khonshu. Finally found a suitable avatar it seems.” His gaze lowers slightly in confirmation. “Okay wait, wait-“ Steven’s mask recedes, disappearing off of his head. Your eyes widen and your fists clench, ‘M…Marc?” Stevens face drops, knowing he has no recollection of you. “Do I know you?”

Your eyebrows knit together as his answer and accent suddenly makes sense. You realize what is happening quite quickly and regain your composure. “No, no you don’t, but I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m a friend of Marc.” You try not to sound disappointed, but the sour taste in your mouth becomes increasingly more pungent.

His mouth opens slightly, but no noise comes out, like he’s forgotten how to speak. “Did Layla call you to help him? And…and me I guess.” “I’m sorry I don’t know who Layla is, Steven, Anubis led me here to find someone. Arthur. Where is he?”

“Wait, hold on a minute. You’re an old friend of his but you don’t know who his wife is?” “I’m..I’m sorry what? Wife?” He snaps his head towards a puddle in the street, seemingly incredibly anxious, but suddenly his demeanor changes entirely, his outfit changing to a suit and cape. His face still as visible as the moon, his scars that adorn his face shine bright in the moonlight, retelling stories you were all too familiar with. “Marc..it’s been awhile huh?” Noticing the change in Stevens demeanor, you caught on to his change.

You smile but you’re quickly shoved against the wall, a loud crack heard from your head hitting against the brick wall. Your vision blurs and spots begin blocking the man whose arm is against your throat. The spots form like stars, glittering across your vision like a meteor shower. The man who held you by your collar shoves a crescent shaped knife against your throat, growling like a feral wolf. “You’re not her. She’s dead, I held her. Who the fuck are you?"

#Moon knight #moon knight x reader #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #comics #marvel comics #marc Spector #Steven grant #jake lockley #egypt #khonshu #anubis #fanfiction

[nicktremblaywayfu]

The Creation of Ammit

Chapter 1 : Prolog of Chaos

Author Note : Hellooo y'all this is my first chaptered fics that has plot and not just porn AJSJAJJAJA. This is basically happening after the ending with some hint of canon-divergence, and there will be some myth inaccuracy in the story, as it is an adaptation based on MCU Moon Knight. I didn't put much details on the reader except the reader uses she/her, is an afab, also having parent issues. The reader is formerly an avatar of Goddess Maat. i hope y'all enjoy until the end of this chaptered fics xoxo 💖💖

Summary : As you thought you have done with the business with the gods, your former goddess has called upon your presence to help her return her dead servant. Resurrecting the creature once she created however, brought attention not only from mortals but also those holy deities. Avatar and the former one hunting you down like a deer, for each has their own purpose on the chase.

Rating : 18+ (Some chapters will contain smut)

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x AFAB! Reader

Characters : Arthur Harrow, You (reader), Ammit, Maat, Khonshu, Jake Lockley

Warning and tags : Mention of abuse and neglect, the enneads being entitled and somehow neglecting the earth, manipulation, description of violence, not entirely mythology accurate but still do some research, Arthur and the reader's relationship will not be healthy i warn y'all 

Available on Ao3 as well

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Another Tuesday afternoon, years of finally focusing on solely mortal’s duty. Duty that needs fuel from food. Opening the kitchen’s cabinet, you were hunting for something to eat for lunch.

An instant cup of noodles. It would suffice. 

Filling it with hot boiling water, you let the noodle soak while scrolling through job vacancy lists. You supposed that no longer being an avatar of a god, it should make your life easier. Doing basic human jobs, like typing on the computer, doing some office work, or sacrificing your hobby for money. No more god business, no more listening to the gods yelling to each other, just doing casual mortal daily life until Anubis picked you up.

…

Oh yeah, that’s right. Anubis was standing still in the chamber, waiting to be released. You laughed at the thought. ‘Wonder if they can still hear anything or not.

And here your afternoon, enjoying a dollar lunch while scrolling endlessly for money. Your savings were not much, probably only enough for the next whole month. That if you had a cheap meal everyday, no fancy coffee nor expensive pastry kind that cost you 3 daily meals. You exhaled, stretching your body and leaning back. 

A photo of news ads caught you, amateur style photo of a giant crocodile lady stabbing an undead bird with his staff. You recognized them, Khonshu and Ammit. Ammit, was your main focus.  Alas, you were not in Cairo at the moment so the time you told Maat about it, it was too late.  Ammit disappeared again, who knew if she was really disintegrating into purple light or she was locked in a stone again. The witnesses, none of them are avatars. Hell you don’t even know where they were. No one saw their body, they’re all missing without traces. Somehow you were grateful, at least you were in your bed in a deep slumber when all that happened. You even knew it from the world news, and the only proof you could show to Maat was the photo taken. And that’s all

Speaking of The Enneads…

It was truly a wonder to think how they work, tending this very realm of theirs. They care for the earth well depending on how they like the inhabitants inside, the mortal humans especially. History recalled they were once very well-known, worshiped, and existed among the lives of their people. Avatars, mortals they chose as their medium, were highly respected, worshiped even alongside their gods. Back then avatars were not just ordinary people, but priests, pharaohs, knights, and royals. But now, there's not much choice left. Beside all they need from mortals help were now to observe important events in the earth, nothing more nothing less.

You were chosen by one of them, in your past when all your rows in your mouth were merely milk teeth. People always thought you were a mad child, that your parents decided to take you to a psychiatrist. 

That was the moment a distant started to grow and grow.

They will never understand. Not because they can't. But they won't. They just don't want to. 

So you tried to understand on your own. Reading thousands paged thick Egyptian mythology books, trying to comprehend who and why this particular goddess has chosen you.

To think about it, wasn't it a bit sly to choose a child to be your observer when they couldn't understand between yes and no fully ? 

You grew with a second mouth inside your brain, speaking and guiding your action in every path of your lifes. And you've seen her. 

You've seen the goddess that chose you. Not once, twice, thrice, but often as you grew older and wiser. To no one you told, understood the assignment of keeping the secret. Besides, no one could see her anyway but you. 

Whenever you go to the museum, you'd always run to the Ancient Egyptian artifacts collection, looking for any papyrus or statues of Maat, in case you found anything you didn't know about her.

Goddess Maat, that was her name. The deity of truth, justice, and law, she kept the harmony both in earth and duat. She was the true owner of the feather of truth on Anubis's scale. The feather symbol that appeared on the center of your upper back, well hidden beneath your clothes. 

She has chosen you, technically grown with her. She witnessed everything in your life. Funny tho, she was the goddess of harmony yet you never actually felt harmony in your life. Even after all your family members meeting their fate of death, you still haven't found peace. Many people said your life was tragic, living on your own with no blood related family to visit. But was it tragic when they were shackles on your wrists and ankles? Yet when all those chains were gone, you felt like a lone wolf wandering for any pack to accept your existence.

Maat was there, however you couldn't say she was a company. She's just there, not a type of a god that would often talk to her mortal. She only talked when she needs to, the rest was you on your own. It lasts for a long time, you couldn’t exactly remember for how long but you do remember the departing with her. You were in the God’s chamber, standing in the center with the council as the medium for Maat.

“Ra has decided that it is time for you to retire from duty in Duat. You will remain to maintain the harmony of our world, keeping the law between the realms, but no longer need to attend to the ritual of weighing mortal souls.” Osiris announced, using the body of his avatar. He was not just a civilian, but a heavily respected man in Egypt with connections to many politicians and businessmen. 

“All my apologies but I must object, with my absence in weighing the mortal’s heart how do we assure that they were weighed fairly? All souls deserved to be scaled by Anubis with surveillance to guarantee they were judged correctly.” Then Maat protested, in a human body that was naught but a freshly graduated young one. Still finding a job, relying on money from any freelancing work she could find on the internet. 

“There was nothing to worry, as you had placed your feather on the plate. You told us yourself that feather was the embodiment of truth, a way to know how worth the soul in judgment.” Osiris gestured at his head, pointing at Maat's headdress.

“Fret not, as your feather will remain there and it will represent your attendance as well. And as you can see with your very own eyes, even without Anubis the scales were proven to be still working fine and smoothly.” It was true, Anubis was the most recent God that was punished, imprisoned in an ushabti. 

All you recollected from the event was him having a hard argument with Osiris himself, debating about his charge in duat. Ended in the underworld god shutting down the god of the dead and declaring him a punishment. And the rest thing you remembered was you in the circle, performing the rituals because Maat happened to attend the meeting.

“Now rest in your chamber, celebrate your retirement from the concern of humanity and enjoy your time in the overvoid as much as you desired.”

You can feel Maat’s disbelievement, but staying in her own chamber until God Nu reclaimed the earth was much better than being a statue.

“This meeting is concluded, and all the gods are allowed to leave.” And just by that, your goddess was left alone. It was that easy. So easy that if historians and archeologists knew, they would leave their jaw dropped on the floor with confusion.

The Enneads didn’t really care if you were born for the role. If Ra, Osiris, and Amun decide you are finished, you will retire. Or else, the ushabti will be your retirement home.

All the enneads left their medium, with the avatars exiting through the gate. You fell on your knees as Maat left your body, sharing the feel of her distress. You look in front of you, Maat appearing in her physical body. A young woman with shining copper brown eyes matching her tanned color skin, any man who saw her at the moment would faint from the beauty. Golden jewelries hanging on her neck and her arms, terra colored silk dress with golden threads. On her head, an ostrich feather headdress nested. 

She walked on you, putting your head on your chin and caressed it softly. 

“Arise, my avatar. I do not wish to see our department in sadness.”

“And how do I communicate with you, should I need something? How will you maintain balance and justice in weighing any hearts in the duat? ”

“I trust the council has given wise thoughts about my retirement. It’s not without a reason. It is indeed true, only very few of your generations in this era reached their final arrival in the duat. There are many afterlifes in our universe, and it seems ours are having slow days in this century.”

That was just to hide her deep sadness within her heart,

Maat then guided you through a gate, reaching her temple in no time. She then picked her statue on the tallest sacrificial table.

“Keep this. Back in the past, Ushabtis didn't only serve the purpose of being God's prison, but also praying statues.”

You hold the statue carefully, taking a look at every detail. Definitely carved from someone who never saw her in person, as the carving was based on the murals and paintings.

“Pray in my name, and I shall arrive to help. But you need to remember that my power is limited, and I'm not supposed to spend my time walking on the earth. I will do only what I'm able to do, the rest will be up to you to decide.”

You just nodded, moving your gaze unto her again.

“I supposed this is our goodbye, my avatar. Know that I chose you, because I knew you would be capable of holding onto true justice, that no one can bear the responsibility. And now, it is time for you to fully focus on your mortal life.”

Maat backed, then strided to a gate that was as big as the temple.

“But if I need your assistance once more…” She stopped, looking at you.

“..it will come for an exchange of reward. You won’t do your duty again for free. So, I hope you will look forward to my return, my avatar.” Smiling, she nodded her head as a goodbye bid, then disappeared in a blinding light behind the gate. The same time you felt her presence leaving your body, somehow making your body feel a bit lighter.

Once again, you were left alone in the dim light beneath the stone building. Murals and carving of relieves were your only company, probably as well wandering undead priests on the lower floor. You looked around, the colorful painting of the Gods in charge of the duat. There you can see Anubis weighing the heart, Thoth with a papyrus note in his hand, Maat watching the weighing with Ammit next to her, as well Osiris supervising the process. 

Ammit, Maat did mention her a few times. She wasn't actually a goddess, but a creature whom she created to punish the the sinner. 

Created with Acacia petals, nile water, black sand, mixed in the heat of dessert and resembling the three most dangerous animals in the continent of Africa. She was the embodiment of fears for the evildoers, nightmare stories for the children so they would do good. 

But Ammit was compassionate and loyal. She would sit there with Maat, waiting for the weighing process to be finished and decided. Deep inside, she kinda wished that every process would end up the heart being heavier so she would feed on it.

In one star constellation, her glutton has driven her mad. With the souls she ate, more power she gained to the point she was equal to the gods, having crocodile headed human form. It wasn’t supposed to be a problem until she proposed the idea of Earth utopia. Her devouring every evildoer as well those soon-to-be, in exchange of Earth live without war and famine. She was inspired by her master, The Goddess of justice, truth, and harmony. She wanted to bring harmony to fulfill her neverending stomach as well giving humanity a good sake. 

She thought it was a good idea, until Ra was furious knowing it. He then told his banished son, Khonshu, to fight her. He knew how dangerous Ammit was, and he did not wish Enneads to be devoured by her instead. So he sacrificed his son for the battle. At least it would be Khonshu that would be devoured if he lost.

To his surprise, the Moon God won. Khonshu distracted Ammit while her avatar betrayed her. Alexander the Great, alongside the Moon Knight, Khonshu’s avatar, sealing Ammit in an ushabti putting her to end.

All that happened and Maat was not allowed to participate, nor watch. But she must understand that her servant grew greedy and this was her consequence. Which was ironic, to think that greed was considered as sin. And to make it more sadder, she was imprisoned by a god once she loved.

Maat was so happy that Ammit found love, and it was the oldest son of Ra. She found so many similarities with Khonshu, thus officiating the relationship with him. But alas, it seemed Hathor forgot to bless their love that they ended up in thundering arguments and blood scars battle. Rather than having a bizarre child between a sphinx creature and a true god, their relationship ended with Ammit being in an Ushabti due to her intense ideology and greed.

But justice was blind. It was fair, and equal. So the deed had to be done for the goodness of this world.

Oh how time flew fast, 2000 years of Maat attending the afterlife ritual with Ammit missing. No one could devour the sinner, so they would be just thrown off from the boat. Frozen, scared in the sand. She wished to see her servant again, even just for a few minutes. Maat, finally reaching her chamber, sat near a lake. A lake where Ammit usually rested, opening her crocodilian mouth or just letting herself afloat like a dead log.

If only she could see her again...

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“Where should we bring him, amigo ?”

“Depends whether we should let the flesh prison alive, or let him succumb to his own consequences.” 

A man with the head of a dead bird chuckled in satisfaction, grabbing the chin of a man sitting in front of him. Coughing blood, ruptured heart with 4 bullets nested inside.

“Get your hand off from me you maniac bird !” The poor man slapped the gloved hand from his face, which now the fabric covered in his blood.

“Hmph, how stubborn you are, Harrow. Never change, that’s why you’re my favorite.” He then leaned on the seat, entertained as he watched a human trying to survive from 4 gunshot wounds. Knuckles turned white snow as he endured the pain, it was a curse that he survived. 

Another man on the driver seat, wearing a fancy jacket as well as a cabbie hat giving a side-eye to the humanoid undead bird behind him.

“Relax, Jake. No need to be jealous with a breathing toy of mine.”

“Whatever you say, Khonshu.” He exhaled, concentrating on his driving. 

“I knew a doctor that is good at keeping secrets. We brought that Ammit’s lap dog to his house, perhaps he could survive on a home operation.” Driving at high speed, Jake makes a sharp turn to the left.

“He could survive the bangs of my little guy, surely he would survive needles and threads.” He gazed at his pale victim, smirking. Their eyes met, one was the gaze of revenge and the other was a gaze of doom.

“Keeping him alive, I see? I don’t know if I want to play with this empty mortal again or not.”

“Then I'll keep him if that would shut your beak.” Khonshu laughed as Jake groaned from irritations. He do loved teasing his avatar.

Harrow, who was the victim of both, couldn’t speak much with the blood loss and his whole body panicking in catastrophe. Normally a human wouldn’t survive a gunshot, yet here he was. 4 hot metal bullets, right inside his chest. 

But was he truly a victim, when he was the first one that pulled the trigger? 

The man in the driver seat, months ago laying breathless in a tomb site. Harrow didn’t pull the trigger once, but twice. There are two souls living in a body, one bullet for each. He always suspected that there was a third.

And he was correct. The guardian angel. The one that did the revenge.

Harrow was a culprit, now a victim. In contrast with Jake, who was a victim now a culprit. Oh how easy the world turned the table on Harrow, forcing him to reap what he sowed. No goddess to help him, it’s up to the fate in this universe how his life would be in the hands of an Assassin and A Moon God. If the man he shot was given a second chance to live again and do his revenge, would fate give him a second chance as well to redeem himself ?

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#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow fanfictions #arthur harrow headcanons #moon knight #moon knight (2022) #ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #mcu #marvel #marvel villains #x reader #self-insert #reader insert #khonshu #jake lockley

[bruhhxiao]

Seth Headcanon (sfw/nsfw)

ennead Seth x gn!reader

☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥•☥

-You fell first, he fell harder!

You liked when he played as the bad, distant one but in reality he is the one always looking out for you!

If you were a god you met after a fight between him and Hours, the ruined your temple and you forced them to repair it. You teased him because you knew he wouldn’t repair it himself, he would force someone else, but you liked when he starts “I’m Seth, the god of…”.

If you were a civilian he got interested when you saved him in a battle. You weren’t a warrior nor someone interested in kingdom’s honor. You couldn’t stand violence! Even though you got along with the god of violence and the desert’s tempests. Once he heals from the accident he invited you to his temple, he walked around with you asking some questions and he then realized he might feel something special for you!

If you are in danger he would be there to save you, he told you only had to call his name and he will come to you less than a second.

You knew about his relation with his Horus and Anubis, you would bow whenever you saw them and Seth would step in front of you in defense mode. Hours definitely bowed back. He respects you!

When he announced to his people about your marriage he couldn’t hide the nervousness. And when the day came he couldn’t stop looking at your nervous, shy expression.

Some times he would tease you around people by caressing your butt cheek and if you were sitting on the throne he would slightly pull up your skirt/vest resting his hand on your thigh.

He didn’t touch you the night of your wedding, he was scared to hurt you. He held you close, your head resting on his chest listening to his heart beat.

(NSFW)

At your first time with him he would hug you and kiss your tears away whispering sweet nothings while he rested his forehead on yours.

Once you got used to it he would tease you or some time force convince you to do it for all night long.

He liked it in every position and he is definitely the one in charge.

”Take me deeply” or “someone down there is needy” his most used lines during sex.

His favorite moment is in the bath or when you just finished bathing and your body is still wet dripping water

(Sfw)

•He won’t let his ex-wife get close to you he wants to protect you from brain wash from the other gods that tries to make you change or doubt your feelings towards him

•If you get pregnant he will definitely stick around and never leave you alone. (Fem!reader)

•^plus he will spend all day listening or talking to your tummy from the moment you told him about your pregnancy.

•If you adopt a child he will definitely sulk around scared that the child might grow feeling for you in the future but once he saw the child he won’t let you hold him because he wants to spend quality time with someone he never thought he would care that much. (He wants to be the favorite parent 🙄)

•He would teach everything he knows to their child but he wants the kids be smart and calm like you.

“You should listen to your mother/father..” he will say when the child won’t go to sleep

•He wants to take walks or play on the bed with you and the child/children.

•He would cover your mouth and hold you from behind when you try to tell the kids about your first kiss or romantic moment with him.

•His eyes will go 😍 when he watches you take care of the kids. (Yours or from the village when you walked around)

•There won’t be a night he won’t kiss you good night or stroke your hair to sleep as you rest on his chest.

•He will love you more and more by day by day.

#ennead #ennead x reader #seth x reader #hours x reader #anubis x reader #ennead seth #seth ennead #egyptian gods #manwha characters x reader #manwha

[time-shardz]

I hope you find what you are looking for

Masterlist ||

Ennead

Anubis

Seth

Seth x GN Reader(Smut)

Horus

Osiris

Isis

Ra

I will be adding more later

I didn't want to add Osiris but I know some people do like him so I will be adding him to the list

ROR

Posiden

Hermes

Hades

Qin Shi Huang

Heracles

Jack The Ripper

Sasaki Kojirō

Beelzebub

Adam

Thor

Loki

Buddha

The Valkyries (Platonic)

Will add more soon

Hades

Zagreus

Hypnos

Thanatos

Will add more

#ennead manhwa #ennead #hades game #house of hades #masterlist #records of ragnarok

[magicalbunbun]

My dear nile...

*huff*

*huff*

"!..ow-!"

A boy fell into the nile, all hurt as he hit the water.

"H!..help!"

The boy yell out for help as the water take him underneath it....but...nobody came...

"Poor child..." a voice!

A hope in the boys eyes bright up as a gentle hands take him up from the water to show a beautiful woman looking down at him, she was so tall that he have to look up at her.

"The child...of goddess of peace and God of life..." she knew... he could let out soft but painful crys as he lower his head, his tears hit the water but the woman still hold him as she smile softly.

"As the God of nile and happiness...I shall keep you save...take care of you my dear.." she said as the water took them underneath again.

The child open there's eyes to see himself in a warm blanket as he look around to see himself on a boat.

"..the child.. is aware.."

A man stood up with bright smile.

"Great! Welcome! As you know I'm God of the sun! Know as Ra! And this lovely woman is my wife!" Ra said as he kneel down with a smile.

"And you must be anubis .... right?" Ra smiled creepy at him as he quickly stood up with sweet smile when he looked at the woman.

"..be gentle...we need to take care of him..."

"...right...anything for you ...Y/n

Note: I got bored so I write something, is just...a small spoiler of the lost God au

#ennead x reader #ennead manhwa #ennead #ennead ra #ennead anubis #anubis #Ra x reader #lost god au

[platinumrosetail]

Yandere Anubis x fem reader

notice: Reader is the older cousin of Anubis (half sister) that is, reader is the daughter of Osiris and Isis. Anubis and she have grown together. Anubis has always been in love with her. but the reader only loves him as a brother and refuses to love him, rejected him. In addition, she is in love with Seth and has an affair with him.

(as I specified before, Anubis in his version as god, and that Osiris has some participation)

gracias por aceptar esta solicitud de nuevo

Ok 👍 also reason why they requested again is apparently the request was misunderstood previously 😅

Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere romantic character, and others.

Character: Anubis.

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You met Anubis when you were young when you had followed your brother to Seth temple.

You and him got along nicely for when you visit Seth’s temple.

You met him again at the tournament but you don’t usually have time to interact with him as unlike your brother you were able to become a goddess.

Anubis grew to love you but you never seemed interested in him and more into your uncle; Seth.

When Horus told Anubis about how to become a god he had hoped that he made a note for when he loses his memories to become a god so his future self know who you are to him.

You didn’t know that Anubis liked or loved you so you were clueless as you had many things on your plate along with being in love with Seth.

Osiris made sure to help his son; Anubis, get you as he needed no obstacles to get to his Seth so he gladly helped Anubis when he (Anubis) went out and ran into you and Seth after some time had passed after Seth’s punishment.

(A/n: I hope I didn’t misunderstood anything again 😅 and hope you like it!! Also I’m not really that far only now I just finished chapter 66 so bare with me on things that might not be what actually happened in the manwha 😅 anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!😁)

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #yandere x reader #ennead anubis #ennead x reader #ennead mojito #ennead #ennead manhwa

[goddang-ken]

| Translated Ennead headcannons + character Q & A from the bonus book |

| The small red text are my own comments lol |

*I also used google translate to translate the questions so some might not make sense.*

Duty: god of war and desert

Height: 184cm, 6’0 feet

Interest: hunting,walking, horseback riding, playing with people lost in the desert (wtf😭) and helping them find their way

Like: hunting, driving, fighting and sculptures

Hates: Osiris, Sekhmet, water and fishy smells

Favorite colors: red, black and gold

Q & A

Q1: what is Seth’s ideal type?

A: if I had to choose, it was a god who has many good qualities that I lacked

Q2: What are the advantages and disadvantages of Horus, Osiris and Anubis?

A: it’s good that Horus doesn’t talk much but the problem is that he doesn’t have manners. The existence of Osiris light(?) is the problem. Anubis’ advantage is kindness but his disadvantage is also kindness

Q3: when do you think Nephthys is the most beautiful?, who confessed first?, where did you go on a date?

A: I confessed first, she has always been beautiful, what is dating? Do you mean driving a chariot through the desert or something?

Q4: Do you know that you are really beautiful? Since when did you become so beautiful?

A: Ive been this way since I was born, But you! Who asked you to judge the appearance of god? Want to be scolded?

Q5: Because your physique is shorter than Osiris, if you compare arm strength with him it seems like it will lose, what do you think?

A: that’s how human beings can’t do it, thinking that what they see on the surface is all the truth and that’s why they lose to me in wars every time. I killed Osiris on my way here. Do you want to travel with him too?

Q6: why didn’t I drink with my brother before TT, made my brother sad TT

A: whether he is sad or not, it has nothing to do with me. If you drink with that guy it will be hard to drink

Q7: Have you tried short hair styling?

A: when the war was prolonged, I shaved it off because it got in the way. After returning home it stayed longer. The hair was kept for nephthys to play with (omfg Seth was bald at some point but aww for the hair playing)

Q8: if you were human,what job would you like to do?

A: of course it’s the king,right?. If there were no states, it would be warriors or hunters

Q9: your hair is elegant and shiny,how do you maintain it? Do you want to dye it in other colors?

A: maintenance? Do humans even need to maintain their hair?, hair color…I plan to keep it as it is

Q10: Do you feel uncomfortable when other gods are muttering at the side of the judgement?

A: I already remember what they looked like. Then, of course they will be beaten hard

Q11: do you hate pulling? (Idk what they mean by this)

A: I don’t like it or hate it because I rarely touch it…personally,though, it doesn’t really fit me.

Q12: As the god of war, how did you feel when you first entered the battlefield? Are there any strategies you often use in the war?

A:the first time we fought?. At that time I just wanted to go home quickly…strategy…I’m most cases,you will use the terrain and observe the current situation to develop an appropriate strategy

Q13: do you have other clothes

A: Who do you think I am!,I am a god!, will I not? Of course I change my clothes every day!.

*clothing is also composed of sand,replace with new sand every day

Q14: if you were reincarnated,what would you like to be

A: live too long and don’t want to be reincarnated. Are there creatures better than gods?

Q15: what kind of food do you like?

A:what, are you planning on poisoning it?, I won’t tell you.

* it’s lettuce salad

Q16: what is your nickname? Hippo? Aardvark?

A: what is your name? Was it sent by isis? Or is it sekhmet? Call me aardvark, it’s like sehkmetye

Q17: Do you have any other abilities besides sand that you would like to have?

A: Magic. It looks super fun

Q18: Have you been bullied by isis since you were a child?

A: do I look like I’m going to be bullied? I grew up with her bad temper

Q19: Do you like cats?

A: I seem to have been asked the same question before…I don’t like cats…they like me

Q20: are you still in love with nephthys?

A: …hey, isn’t this question too direct? We’re not familiar enough to talk about this. But even if it’s ripe,I’m not going to tell you.

Q21: what do you think about Horus, Osiris and Anubis?

A: Horus: falcon cub, Osiris: son of a bitch, Anubis: my cub.

Q22: you must be very sexy when you sing,right?

A: you can’t listen anyways. Why are you curious about singing?

Q23: even if it turns to sand, do you still feel pain when injured?

A: what? Are you going to tell falcon head? You boy?

* he turns into sand so that it wouldn’t hurt

Q24: mouth part of the mask is very long. have you ever bumped into someone’s face when you turned your head? ( lmao yes, he kept hitting Horus in the face with the nose part in the comics)

A: who are you talking to? Can you use more polite words? It seems that the recent human beings have begun to underestimate me. To see that I do not treat you…

* use in combat will be mainly impact 

Duty: agent of the wind

Height: about 195cm, 6’3feet

Interest: no interest, because life is too easy

Like: Seth, isis, reading, flying,

Dislike: Anubis, Osiris, desert caravan, awakening to god

Favorite color: red, blue, turquoise and black

Q & A

Q1: Q1. What kind of feelings do you have for Osiris? Do you consider him a father? How did you feel when you first met him?

A: There is no natural affection or respect for the mother that arises in the face of him. When we met for the first time, there was only a level of feeling like "So he looks like that"

Q2: When you become a god, what is the first thing you want to do?

A: Just to ensure the safety of my uncle

Q3: What ability do you most want to have when you become a god

A: I am very greedy, if only I could get the power of omniscience and omnipotence

Q4: What do you think is your attractiveness? Abs? How would you rate your body from an objective point of view?

A: Although I have confidence in my appearance, appearance alone is of no use, But since it's a body that my mother reluctantly created, I'll give it the highest score.

Q5: How do you take care of your wings? Do you wash them together when you take a shower?

A: Wings are not part of my body. To be precise, it is the power lent to me by Lord Nut.

Q6. How do you feel about being called the yellow-haired boy who has not yet become a god

A: When my uncle called me the yellow-haired boy, it felt like he was calling a cute boy , so I didn't hate it, If other gods called me like that, I would feel very bad

Q7. Where is your favorite place in Egypt? What is your reason for liking it there?

It is in the temple of Chemis. It was a big place that became a turning point in my life.

Q8. What is your first impression of Seth and your current impression?

A: Although I was super scared of him at first, I found out later that he's not someone who only scares you. He is outspoken, affectionate and righteous, and surprisingly, he is a person with artistic qualities.

Q9. Do you think Seth-sama is beautiful? Is he good-looking

A: Umm‥ this is deliberately induced I replied, is it a means to let me die at the hands of my uncle. Uncle is a very handsome and attractive man

Q10:If you could have a good time with one of the following two, who would you choose? The sexy and seductive Seth VS the pure and beautiful Seth

A: (he doesn’t speak but this is his thought bubble) sexy temptation sexy sexy temptation sexy temptation seductive, sexy, seductive, seductive seductive seductive seductive seductive sexy temptation

Q11: If you were to give Mr Seth a nickname, what would it be?

A: "Um...that's really difficult. Because his name is so short that it cannot be shortened any longer. Because his name is so short that it cannot be shortened any longer. I just want to try to call him by his name once

Q12: Do you think it's funny to joke about your uncle

A: very funny

Q13: Do you want to make a joke on him?

A: ….chase him with your (my) hands

Q14. If you could spend a day with Seth just as Horus without any stake in it, what would you do?

A: I also want to sit and watch the chariot driven by my uncle. I want to learn hunting and swordsmanship from my uncle. I want to see my uncle look happy

Q15, Do you think you look like your mother or your father?

A: What a boring question. Of course I look like my mother

Q16. Have you ever been scolded by your mother when you were a child? Or have you ever acted like a spoiled child?

A: When I was a child, I was often scolded for doing many things that were forbidden, but still had to do in order to survive . It was a time when there was no time to even act like a spoiled child.

Q17. You are the youngest of the family, how do you feel about this?

A: Because my uncle was less resistant to children, I tried to show my youngest side to him. Too bad he doesn't like it very much

Q18:What is the reason for the sigh of the uncle who watched the riot in episode 6?

A: Because I have a strong hunch that the trial will not end easily. So I sighed involuntarily

Q19. Touching Lord Seth VS being stroked by Lord Seth, what is your choice?

A: Why can't we have both? The questioner is not very generous. If I had to choose it would be the latter

Q20. You spent a few days with Mr. Seth when you were a child. What would Mr. Seth do when he was drunk.

A: He seems to be the type to say everything on his mind when he's drunk, Occasionally repeat what he said…feeling that his alcoholic behavior was dangerous

Q21. When you marry Seth-sama, do you plan to make the dress yourself?

A: Wow...you thought about the future one step ahead of me. If it comes true, of course I will give it my all and do my homework before making it

Q22. What kind of clothes do you want to put on Seth-sama

A: In my opinion, I really want to Crafted and decorated with various gold and silver treasures Treasures, shiny dresses, but Look at him wearing only a piece of cloth even when he is the supreme god Son, I feel like he will be very uncomfortable In, would be annoying too. I hope it is beautiful embroidery on the finest fabrics, and clothes that make him comfortable

Q23. What kind of feelings do you have for Anubis

A: Although I have no direct enmity with him.. But in my heart I really wanted to throw him away somewhere

Q24. In the first game, how did Lord Seth's lips feel?

A: Perhaps because of the relationship in the water, it feels very soft and gentle. What a perverted question.

Q25. Can you see the future?

A: God doesn't just see with his eyes. Of course I am not God, but I am close to God.

Q26. Where are the wings usually hidden, and where do they come out? Did they come out from the shoulders?

A: My wings are blessings obtained from Nut, the god of the sky. When needed, I will use the power of Lord Nut to materialize it. Obviously not a god, how did you do it? This falcon's mask was also obtained at that time.

Q27. How does Horus view Hathor?

A: The goddess of love and beauty, the daughter of the noble sun god is a pure and kind god. There are also many people who like her.

Q28. How painful was it when you were beaten by Lord Seth

A: To be honest, I seem to have seen my father vaguely four or five times, like that level of pain. But miraculously, he still survived, it seems that the uncle has controlled the force.

Q29. What kind of god do you think Lord Seth is?

A: It is worthy of being the God of War, it is very powerful and has a very poor personality - I think so

Duty: god of life and death

Height: about 200cm,6’5 feet

interest: Gardening, reading, music, meditation, journaling in a language only you can understand

like: Seth, Isis, reading, gardening, meditation

Hate: Nephthys, Anubis, Horus, Sekhmet, Sun God, Creation God

favourite colour:blue, green, sky blue, turquoise

Q&A

Q1. Do you consider Horus and Anubis your sons?

A: I won't deny it, but what they think also matters, doesn't it

Q2. What do you think about the nickname of Wandou

A: If Seth likes it.

Q3. What kind of feelings do you have for Isis?

A: My love for Isis is not false. It's just that it's not the same as my feelings for Seth

Q4. Where is the most confident body part (his horse dick🫣)

A: What an interesting question, do you think there are parts of me that seem insecure?

Q5. When Seth cut your body into eight pieces, did it hurt?

A: Unlike human beings, God's flesh can adjust pain

Q6. What method did you use to seduce Seth?

A: It should be faster to find methods that have not been used

Q7. Do you have a favorite flower? If so, why do you like that flower

A: My favorite is the flowers that I personally improved for Seth. After all, after trial and error for a long time, I can only like the final result.

Q8. Are you bald...? Can you take off your hat once (wtf😭😭)

A: This is not a hat, this is a crown called Atef. I shaved my hair to wear the crown. The crown on God's head symbolizes the power of God, so your request is a little rude, I hope you will pay attention to this in the future.

Q9. How do you feel when you enter the underworld even though you know that there are many gods who are coveting Seth? (Awe-inspiring)

A: All living things will return to the underworld one day. Even immortal gods cannot face death so easily, so they must be afraid of me

Q10. How is the scenery of the underworld

A: It is a beautiful place with green trees and golden fields. Now it's all cleaned up, and it's not much different from where you live

Q11. Can you create a Tibetan poem with the four characters of Osiris

A: Today, I also try to soothe this bleak and painful heart towards you by myself. I've lived for thousands of years, and this is the first time I've ever met a human who asked me to create something like this *Annotation: The four characters of "Osiris" in the original text correspond to the Chinese today's "jin", the desolate and painful "dharma", the "Dao" of this, and the "self" of the self

Duty: god of magic

Height: 171cm, 5’6 feet

Interest: Play music, sing, read, swim, develop new magic, make medicine, teach people

Likes: family, human, child, love, art like

Hate: Betrayal, crime, loss of precious things, body and mind dirty adult man

favourite colour: blue, turquoise, red, gold

Q&A

Q1. When was your happiest time in the past?

A: …I miss the four brothers and sisters living together the most. I never thought it would turn into what it is now

Q2. What kind of feelings do you have for Osiris? What do you like about him? Do you hate Osiris now?

A: I hate and complain, sometimes I want to kill him, but I always think about the past, which makes me very painful. Osiris trusts me and treats me as a special being, so it's even more..

Q3. What was the first magic you learned in your life?

A: Magic is not learned by learning, but by understanding. Who do you think will teach the god of magic magic. The magic that was first realized is a kind of magic that manipulates time, which is very complicated and dangerous, so it cannot be used casually.

Q4. What are the advantages and disadvantages of Nephthys

A: The advantage is that although she looks weak on the outside, she is actually very reliable. The disadvantage is that she is very powerful, but no one knows this.

Q5. When do you think Seth looks cute? ( lmao she has the most disgusted look on her face in the book)

A: uh...unless it's crazy. Otherwise, why would you think that kid is cute!

Q6. If Seth got into trouble, how did you teach him a lesson?

It is useless to teach him with words. Just beat him hard.

Q7. If there was a dispute between you and Osiris-sama in the past, who would usually win?

A: There's no winner or loser, and Osiris doesn't quarrel with me easily. He always comes to me with a low profile first. He's the type who usually gently convinces me.

Q8. For the four siblings, what is the most memorable memory

A: Probably when Anubis was born. I remembered the memory of the celebrations being held all over Egypt at that time. ...that's ironic, right

Q9. What kind of feelings do you have for Seth? Do you still treat him as a family member

A: There has been an irreversible gap between us, and it is impossible to go back to the past. It took me decades to accept this, and now Seth is not my family

Q10: What are the advantages of Dorset

A: Where is there such a thing?. What do you expect me to say

Q11. When do you think Horus is the cutest

A: It's really cute when you don't call me mom, but when you call me mom... It's a pity he won't call me that now

Q12. "I've even tried this with magic!" Have you ever done something like the above?

A: I once had a heavy snowfall in the desert. It is said that this is why I am called the God of Miracles.

Q13. Have you ever played the *Senet game?

A: Of course I played. I'm very good at it. I was the first to teach Anubis how to play senet

Q14. What is your favorite magic?

A: Although I am proficient in all magic, but to say that I am good at healing magic. That's not magic that any god can use

Duty: god of harmony

Height: 170cm,5’5feet

Interest: draw, walk, write poetry, make friends with wild animals

Likes: Family, Art, Peace, Humanity, New Things, Communication with Strange Civilizations

Hates: everything that destroys the peace

favourite color:white, gold, sky blue

Q&A

Q1. Have you ever played the Senet game?

A: Of course, I often played with Anubis when Seth was away

Q2. Is there any special secret to being able to train Nephthys-sama, the god of war

A: There's nothing particularly tune-up... it's that he listened to me right from the start. Because even if it was just a little urging, he would immediately become depressed... uh... Seth seems to hate being disciplined

Q3. What are the advantages of Scitech? (Seth maybe)

A: He was attentive and gentle, and he remembered even if it seemed to be mentioned casually

Q4. What are the advantages and disadvantages of Isis?

A: Isis is a god full of humanity, very good at taking care of others, and very good at making jokes. I heard that she is very popular among human beings. Q4. What are the advantages and disadvantages of Isis? The downside is... I can't think of any downsides.

Q5. When do you think Seth looks cute?

A: There was a time when he would mumble whenever he was dissatisfied. At that time, just staring at him, his face would be as red as boiled shrimp, and he was really cute.

Q6. Does Set have a weakness that only Nephthys knows about? For example, he is afraid of being tickled?

A: He doesn't seem to be very afraid of being tickled. back of neck?... When he tried to help him put on the necklace, he seemed very nervous.

Q7. Is the God of Harmony also angry? Have you ever wanted to overturn everything?

A: Of course, I also have my own emotions, so I must have gone too far. Usually quarrels over Anubis' education.. When Isis and Set were quarreling every day for three months, day and night...seriously... ugh...

Q8. What kind of feelings do you have for Osiris? Have you ever loved him?

A: Mayat's Libra doesn't lie... The matter about him should have been clarified in court

Q9. What kind of feelings do you have for Seth? Did you really love him?

A: Although I think I loved him...I don't know now if it was friendship or love. Just looking at Seth makes my heart hurt. Because the way he tortured humans was deeply etched into my mind... I'm scared...

Duty: Before awakening, there is none

Height: About 150~163cm, 4’9-5’3 feet

Interest: Sing, ride horses, cook, collect weapons, take care of stray cats

like: music, animals, cooking, spear, archery, stories, travel, human culture

Hate: nasty hunting, self-denial, death

Favorite color: red, gold, sky blue, white

Q&A

Q1. What kind of food do you like?

A: I like fruit and meat

Q2. To be honest, without the power of an agent. "I can beat Horus to this extent" VS "No, I still feel like I will lose to him", please choose

A: Of course I will win. I have more experience in combat. I have been personally trained by the God of War for decades.

Q3. How did you feel when you learned that Horus was your younger brother? Did you ever feel sad because your younger brother was taller than you...

A: because of his size Taller than me, so indeed Hit to the point. I'm not in a good mood, but I'm the type that tries to avoid negative thoughts

Q4. When did you become so cute ( Anubis the cutest thing to ever exist🥺)

A: Hmm...though I can understand that humans think I'm cute because I look so young.. But I'm much older than you all! Treating me like a child just because of my appearance would bother me a lot

Q5. Do you like your father's hair color? Or do you like your mother's hair color

A: Both are very good looking so I like them both

Q6. What kind of feelings do you have for Horus? Can you accept that he is your brother

A: Well, I don't feel that Horus is my brother. I think Horus does the same with me. Is it because they never lived together as a family

Q7. Did Dad ever help you celebrate your birthday?

A: They helped me during the Chengping period.He used to send me gifts and letters when he went out to war.

Q8. Have you helped your father's birthday in the past

A: Oops? Come to think of it now that no one knows my father's birthday. Mother's, Lord Isis's, and Lord Osiris' birthdays are the same

Q9. Did you hide the troubles of Seth and Nephthys when you were young? (ex. smashed the national treasure pot)

A: Hmm... Actually, I once damaged the stone statue of Lord Isis, but my father helped me keep it a secret. He helped me mend it with sand, and was later found to have been reprimanded by Lord Isis in my place..

Q10. Spear and shield, which do you think is stronger?

A:  Shield, although spear can attack, but shield can defend and attack both

Q11. Do you think you are cute?

A: Do not! Not at all cute, and despite my appearance, I am also an Egyptian warrior!

Q12. Have you ever been praised by your father

A: Of course he did, though he did when he was severe very severe. But he is also of the type who is very complimentable

Q13. What kind of feelings do you have for Seth-sama? Do you still love your father?

A: Although I still love my father, But he is also very complaining about him, unable to express all these complex emotions

Q14. Have you ever told your father that you are beautiful and good-looking? How was your father's reaction at that time

A: Saying he is beautiful in front of his father would be a big deal, When I was a child, I accidentally said it and was taught a bad lesson by him

Q15. What is the most inconvenient thing when growth is stagnant? (ex. Can't get high things because of being short)

A: In the past, the priests would help me deal with it, so I didn't feel any inconvenience. I didn't feel the inconvenience until I started fighting, and the reason I prefer spears is because my arms are too short... woohoo

Q16. What are the criteria for wearing animal masks, crowns,…etc

A: It will vary depending on what kind of god you are awakened to, and as far as I know, the more good at fighting gods are, the more they will wear animal masks. The mask or crown is the pride of the gods, so please touch it carefully and do not take it off even if you miss it! It is said to be very impolite *was scolded badly

Q17. Don't you feel bored as an only child? Have you ever thought about "hoping to have brothers and sisters"

A: I often wish I had younger siblings. But this cannot happen

Q18. Lord Seth's hair is red, but Lord Nephthys is blond, why is Anubis' hair black?

A: Because Lord Nut and Lord Shu also have black hair, as our ancestor, Lord Sun also has black hair. So, don't you think it's the father's red hair that's more novel (natural maybe?)

Q19. What do you think is the charm of Mr. Seth

A: Although my father was scary, he was too gentle to me. I like his kindness..

Q20. Are you wearing a belt instead of a necklace because you are afraid that the president will not be tall

A: I heard that jewelry is not good for children, so I helped me wear this instead of jewelry. I don't really want to wear necklaces so I've been wearing straps instead of accessories

Q21. How did you learn how to fight from your father

A: Because my mother used to hate me fighting, I always secretly went to the desert with my father to study. I remembered the memory of my mother scolding me badly because my father asked me to cross the desert for physical training, hahaha

Q22. What is the happiest memory of your childhood with your father

A: Father spent a lot of time fighting in the desert, so he cherished the time when he returned home to rest. And I didn't even notice that, when my father came home, I used to lie and ask him to play with me

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