#khonshu fanfic

[chaoticcollectivenightmare]

Headcanon (Khonshu X Avatar! Reader)

POV: Khonshu falls in love with his avatar but the avatar is too afraid to confess his feelings and doesn't return Khonshu's feelings because of it. Khosnhu then sing this song.

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[fr33ze-y0ur-br4in]

Hey so I saw that your requests were open and you’d be open to do Khonshu stuff. I’m so excited because he’s like my go to but there’s not a ton of content to keep me fed so I’ll just as a simple fluff head canon stuff from you. I understand if you’re busy or whatnot so no rush, have a beautiful day!

.:*・°☆. Murder Bird My Beloved.:*・°☆.

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Pairing: Khonshu x GN!Deity!Reader

Summary: general fluffy headcanons for Big Bird Khonshu dearest (includes backstory for “meeting” I suppose, maybe how you got together? (A/n: they kinda merged together), and then just general fluff stuff)

Warnings: it’s so much omg, Reader is god/goddess/deity of Promises and has a counterpart that’s the deity of Karma, GN!Reader, 2nd POV (“you” is used in reference to reader), Y/N not used, possible spoilers for Moon Knight, canon-divergent in most aspects, as usual probably cringey, also as usual should be POC friendly but if any descriptions of skin color are detailed please let me know so I can fix it, Reader’s godly form is said to have “eyes […] so golden they seem to reflect […] stars […]” but they have an unspoken human form that doesn’t have such specifics

Word Count: 1,134

Genre: headcanons, fluff

Beta/Proofread?: yep!

Notes: I told my friend to hear me out on Khonshu and she just sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose🧍listen I can eXPLAI- It started out so well but went down in quality in the second part ;-; Would anyone like to hear about what my OC that Reader is based of looks like cus I love how she’s designed

How you met + Getting together:

Technically speaking, you had always known of each other’s existence, just rarely having spoken

Given that you are not part of the Ennead, you and your counterpart were not held to as high of a pedestal as them.

You, being the deity of promises, and your counterpart, being the deity of karma from broken promises, often kept to yourselves, only going to the other deities when necessary so as to not be reeled into fights and rivalries

Honestly it worked

No one really had an issue with either of you and you had few issues with the other deities

The only reason that you would have a negative encounter with another god would be if they broke a promise, swear, or deal they made with anyone else or if their Avatar did so

That being said, you and your counterpart always knew when and if someone would break a promise. Much like Ammit, you judged someone’s (or something’s) character before anything bad happened, looking into whether they would keep their end of a bargain when they made it. Similar to Khonshu and to the disappointment of your counterpart, you didn’t give punishment until after the deal was broken, giving them a chance to change their decisions.

This is why Khonshu held a certain level of respect for you whether he’d admit it or not

He knew that even though someone was almost guaranteed to continue down the same path or fate they begun, there was always that slim chance that they’d be able to change their path, either giving them salvation and rightful rewards from you two or appropriate punishments for their wrongdoings

He saw that you were all similar in style and execution of your duties, though he held a certain level of fondness for you that he didn’t hold for your counterpart

Perhaps it’s the way your eyes are so golden when in your true form that they seem to reflect the very stars Khonshu tends to manipulate

Perhaps it’s the way you’re the reason people gain a second chance, your counterpart wishing to be more like Ammit in that they believed you should punish the bad before they can affect the world

Perhaps it’s the way you have your own set of rules that you are determined to stick to:

Minor broken promises that have little effect on the world and anyone in it are not to be punished with anything more severe than a lingering feeling of regret for a bit of time

Promises broken having something to do with love are to be punished over time, rarely having an instant punishment to quickly get over, and shall have a lasting effect on the person or people in the wrong

Mortals are to have only three chances to break a major promise before their punishments are to be fitting for their level of importance to the course of the world

Gods, sometimes understandably having to go back on their word for the sake of the greater good, have five chances at most to break positive world-changing promises

You and your counterpart are to never break a major promise more than one time, two times being the point of worthy imprisonment

Never in your several thousand years of existence have you felt it necessary to break any or your rules, always sticking to them no matter what

Your counterpart, unknown to you being slowly corrupted by Ammit, disagreed with the rules and thought that humans shouldn’t break a promise more than once to be worthy of punishment, deities should have no restrictions on their deals, and you two of all people shouldn’t have to be punished for your wrongdoings

After Ammit and your counterpart nearly succeeded in taking all bad in the world and turned it in their favor, you helped the Ennead to imprison the two of them burying them deep in tombs so as to never be released.

Khonshu saw how even you, the counterpart and friend of the Karmic deity, were unwilling to bend your principles even if it meant taking on the entirety of the world’s promises and karma on your own

He decided you would be a good person to have on his side, beginning to call upon you in any situation he deemed fit, even daring to call upon your own judgment within the Ennead’s circle of decisions whether the other gods saw it appropriate or not

This is how over the course of a few thousand years, it became known to any who heard legends of the two of you that you belonged to each other, finding a mutual love for each other over the time you share

General Headcanons (after establishing relationship):

If you weren’t already a god/goddess/deity, you’d better believe he’d make you one. Although since you already are one, he holds you to the highest degree of devotion possible, not having any regard for whether or not it offends the others

Even though you didn’t, he’d treat you as though you helped to hang the stars above

Boy you have him wrapped around your godly finger 💀 (

Probably the typical “I hate everyone and refuse to listen to anyone except my perfect wonderful amazing lovely wife” type of god, yk?

Genuinely thinks you can do no wrong, it’s probably not even healthy but he loves you so it’s fine

(okay I know this is probably so unlike him but I am so obsessed with the idea that anyone resembling a crow in any way loves to bring random shiny things to people they like so I can just see him bringing you random bits of precious metals and gems to the point that all that he collects is able to be made into a whole ahh shrine or smt for you)

Not a headcanon but I’m now realizing i should’ve done human!reader cus that’d be easier for general headcanons but I’ll make that later

After he gets banished, you become more enraged than you ever had been, choosing to follow him instead of staying with the others

Hopelessly devoted to youuuuu~🎶

Falls even harder if that was possible

He makes sure that any Avatars he picks are worthy in your eyes

After a particularly difficult mission Marc took on, before the events of the show, Khonshu considered dropping him altogether

You easily convinced him to do otherwise, telling him how crucial he’d be to the world in the future

The only reason Khonshu held onto Marc and Steven for so long even if he’d threaten to drop them was because of your words always echoing in his mind even with the slight doubt that came with seeing Steven’s performance

After the events of Ammit, he never doubted a word you said again, always taking your words as the highest level of truth to be said

A/n: I’m sorry the last half sucks, I tried to make it as well as possible but I think my tiredness is getting the better of me seeing as it’s now 11:30 at night for me rn- I hope you like it either way <3

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[namjoon-koya]

Please hc of Khonshu spending time with baby reader 🤺

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

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

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

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

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

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[bobafetts-princess]

Kinktober Day 1- Dirty Talk

Pairings: Khonshu x Fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 2300

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

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[enchantingpeachrunaway]

The First MoonKnight

Summary: We're familiar with Khonshu's well-known Avatars, such as Marc Spector and Arthur Harrow, but have you ever wondered why there are so many? While other gods typically have just one Avatar from the beginning or none at all, what happened to Khonshu's first Moon Knight? Who was that enigmatic figure?"

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: English is not my first language and I really hope y'all like this because it is my first fanfic :)

Khonshu's P.O.V.

Chapter 1

As the desert sands yield to the fertile embrace of an oasis, I approach the village that was built around the source of that fertility—a solitary beacon amidst the vast expanse of the wilderness. The moon hangs overhead, casting its silvery light upon the humble dwellings below. The air is alive with the sounds of life—the laughter of children, the chatter of villagers, the timeless rhythm of existence echoing through the night.

Drawing closer, I observe the village. Each building is a testament to the resilience of humanity, weathered by time yet standing strong against the ravages of nature. Smoke rises lazily from chimneys, carrying with it the scent of home-cooked meals and hearth fires—a comforting reminder of the warmth that lies within.

As I enter the village, I am met with the villagers going on with their usual routines. Women cooking, men coming back from a tough day in the fields, and children running around and playing with one another. I observe them as they go about their lives—their joys, their sorrows, their hopes, and their dreams. Each face tells a story—a story of struggle and triumph, of love and loss, of the eternal dance between light and shadow.

Its mud-brick buildings bathed in the ethereal light of the moon. Shadows dance upon the walls, casting intricate patterns upon the sand-strewn streets. Lanterns flicker in the night, their warm glow illuminating the faces of the villagers.

At the heart of the village lies the oasis—a shimmering pool of moonlit waters that reflects the celestial canopy above. Date palms sway gently in the breeze, their fronds rustling softly in the night. Crickets chirp in the darkness, their rhythmic song blending with the murmur of the nearby stream.

As I walked up to the shore of the small water body and looked at the crescent moon I sighed.

I’ll find the right one soon… I feel it… I thought to myself.

When my eyes drifted upwards ready to continue my search I noticed a magnificent structure rising from the desert sands—a temple. Bathed in the soft glow of torches and lanterns, its towering columns and intricate carvings stand as a testament to the craftsmanship of the Egyptian people.

The temple's facade is adorned with hieroglyphs and reliefs depicting scenes of celestial splendor—a celestial procession of gods and goddesses, their forms illuminated by the radiant light of the moon. At its entrance, two colossal statues flank the doorway, their stern visages gazing out into the night with unwavering vigilance.

This will be interesting.

I muttered to myself as I approached the scared temple curious to see who this temple is devoted to. The moment I walked closer I stopped dead in my track as my gaze met with a statue of me next to one of Ra.

This already got too interesting.

Carved from polished obsidian, the statue of me towers over the temple's entrance with an imposing presence. Atop a slender neck, the head of a falcon is sculpted with meticulous detail, its piercing eyes gazing out into the infinite expanse of the cosmos. The falcon's beak is sharp and proud. Adorned with a headdress of gleaming gold and lapis lazuli.

Great. Another falcon-head statue of me. Why is it so hard for them to get that I am not a damn falcon?

I shook my head in mild annoyance and disappointment.

I protect them and they cannot get one thing right.

I sighed again as I walked into the torch lighted halls of the temple. In the hallowed halls of my temple, a young priestess moves with graceful purpose, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished stone floors. Draped in robes of white linen adorned with intricate hieroglyphs that shimmer in the dim light, she carries herself with an air of quiet reverence as she goes about her sacred duties.

Well, that’s new.

I thought as I kept observing the female priest, a rare sight within the sacred confines of my temple. As far as I could recall, almost all of the priests who tended to my sanctuary were males—stoic figures, their voices resonating with the weight of ancient rituals and solemn prayers. Seeing a woman being devoted to me was... odd.

Yet, as I watched her move with fluid grace through the temple's hallowed halls, tending to the sacred relics and preparing for the midnight ceremony, I couldn't help but feel a stirring of curiosity. There was a quiet strength in her demeanor, a sense of purpose that belied her tender years. I couldn't help but marvel at her dedication and sincerity. There was a quiet resolve that spoke volumes of her faith and commitment to my teachings. Despite the rarity of her presence, she seemed undeterred, her spirit undiminished by the conventions of tradition.

And yet, beneath my curiosity, there lingered a sense of apprehension—a nagging uncertainty born of unfamiliarity. How would the other priests react to her presence? Would they welcome her with open arms, or would they view her as an outsider, a disruption to the established order?

As she moved about the temple, her movements fluid and purposeful, there were moments when she turned towards me, her gaze searching the shadows with a mixture of reverence and curiosity. Though she could not see me, hidden as I was in the veil of darkness, I could feel the weight of her gaze upon me—a silent question lingering in the air, begging to be answered.

In those fleeting moments, I felt a strange stirring within me—a longing to reveal myself, to offer her the reassurance she sought. And yet, I held back, cloaking myself in the cloak of invisibility, unwilling to disturb the delicate balance between mortal and divine for now.

And so, I watched from the shadows as she continued her sacred duties. Each glance in my direction was a silent invitation—an invitation to reveal myself.

As the moments passed I let my gaze linger on the priestess who seemed to possess an ethereal beauty that seemed to radiate from within, casting a luminous glow upon her delicate features. My mind immediately thought that her parents must have consecrated her to Hathor, there must be no other explanation.

Her skin, kissed by the desert sun, bears the warm hue of burnished bronze, illuminated by the soft light of torches and lanterns that line the temple's walls.

Her eyes, almond-shaped and the color of rich amber, sparkle with a wisdom that belies her youthful countenance. They hold a depth of emotion—a reflection of the countless prayers and offerings she has witnessed in her role as guardian of the temple.

Her hair, a cascade of ebony curls, frames her face in a halo of darkness, accentuating the graceful curve of her cheekbones and the soft contours of her jawline. Adorned with delicate ornaments of gold and precious stones, her hair shimmers like the night sky, a testament to her status as a servant of the divine.

Her robes, woven from the finest linen and adorned with intricate hieroglyphs and symbols, drape elegantly over her slender frame, flowing like moonlit silk as she moves about the temple.

Soon people started to enter the main hall where the altar was filled with the offering that the priestess had placed. I moved closer to the altar to have a look at the goods they were offering. They had wine, beer, bread, honey, fruit and vegetables. They even offered salt and essential oils.

I guess I will stay a bit longer.

I stayed in the back of the hall as the ceremony started. I could hear and feel every little prayer, every small plea from all the people. At times, the sensation is one of overwhelming gratitude—a deep sense of appreciation for the faith and devotion of those who seek solace in my divine presence. Their prayers are like offerings, imbued with the sincerity and purity of their intentions, filling me with a sense of warmth and fulfillment.

Yet, there are also moments of solemn reflection—a recognition of the weight of responsibility that comes with the power of divine intervention. Each prayer carries with it the hopes and dreams of those who utter it. Many mortals had accused me of neglecting their wishes but those people are the ones who do not understand that you cannot be given something because you asked for it. You have earned it, to work for it.

As the ceremony went on the prayers continued to come into my ears but even if I was in a room full of believers who prayed to me I could still hear hers loud and clear. Like something is making her pleas and prayers stronger than the rest. Like something is trying to tell me to pay close attention to her.

Once an hour passed after midnight the ceremony came to an end and people started to leave the temple while some chatted with one another and some mothers were scolding their children. Everyone had the left and only the priestess stayed back to take care of the rest of the after-ceremonial duties. I stayed back too for some reason as something deep in me wanted to observe her more.

As the silence of the temple enveloped me, a cry for help shattered the peacefulness of the night—a desperate plea that echoed through the hallowed halls with a chilling urgency. My divine senses prickled with awareness, the sound stirring a primal instinct within me—a call to action that could not be ignored.

With a silent command, I willed myself to the temple's threshold, my divine form passing through solid stone as though it were air. Outside, the night sky loomed overhead, a tapestry of stars that bore witness to the unfolding drama below.

Beneath the moon's watchful gaze, the priestess emerged from the temple, her eyes wide with concern and determination. In her hands, she clutched a torch as she rushed in the direction of the cry.

As the priestess hurried on the grains of sand, her senses heightened by the urgency of the situation, she heard the unmistakable sound of a struggle ahead—a desperate cry for help that cut through the night like a knife. With a sense of dread gnawing at her heart, she quickened her pace

Rounding a corner, her eyes widened in horror as she beheld the scene before her—a woman, her face twisted in terror, clutching a small child to her chest as a hooded figure loomed over them, brandishing a gleaming dagger with malicious intent.

Without hesitation, the priestess sprang into action, her voice ringing out with a command that brooked no argument. "Hey!" she cried, her words infused with the authority of divine conviction. "Let them go!"

What is she doing? She will get herself killed. I thought as I watched the scene unfold in front of me.

The thief turned towards her, a snarl twisting his lips as he sized up this unexpected adversary. But she stood her ground, her eyes blazing with righteous fury as she took a couple of steps towards him.

With a curse, the thief lunged forward, his dagger gleaming in the dim light. But she was ready, her movements though were sloppy and unsure. She tried to dodge the attacks of the thief. It was obvious that she didn’t know how to fight but she kept trying.

Her attempts though were not successful since the hooded man managed to stab her left side. She let out a loud cry of pain as the metallic blade pierced through her robes and her delicate skin. The man pushed her back and she fell on the ground bleeding.

The thief let out some more curses and he turned back to the mother who was now sobbing at the sight of the blood-covered knife. I was ready to interfere to stop the thief and save the two women and the child. But before I could even take a step forward the young priestess was back on her feet and she crushed a big stone that was lying nearby on the man’s head. His head started to bleed and he fell unconscious on the sand below.

I was stunned.

The mother let out yet another cry before the young woman whose robe was damped in her own blood stumbled over to her and placed her hand on her shoulder.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, her heart heavy with concern for their well-being even though she was clenching the stab wound on her side.

The woman nodded, her eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her child tightly to her chest. "We... we are unhurt, thanks to you," she managed to say, her voice trembling with emotion.

The priestess offered her a soft smile even though she was clearly in pain. She helped them up and she bit her lip to silence a whine that was threading to escape her lips. "You are safe now," she said, her voice reassuring. “Go into the village and say that you will be my guest, priestess Marwa's. Whatever you need you can ask for it. We will take good care of you and your child.” she pointed at the village that was across the oasis.

Marwa? That’s an interesting name.

“But you are bleeding. Don’t you need anything? To help you get to a physician? Or call someone to help you?” The mother asked in concern at the sight of the blood on the white robes.

“I am good. You can go and I will follow you soon after.” Marwa said. The other woman obviously wanted to object and help the young priestess but she just nodded before turning around and heading to the village.

I stayed and watched Marwa as she stood there bleeding and looking at the woman with the child in her arms entering the village. Then I thought that she would follow and go somewhere to treat her wound but instead, she turned towards the temple again. 

What is she doing?

#khonshu #moon knight #mcu #ancient egypt #god of the moon #khonshu x reader #khonshu moon knight #khonshu fanfic

[moongumi]

under our moonlight²

pairing: khonshu x reader

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

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

⟶ wc. 3k

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

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You screamed, and Khonshu sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nightmare?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fate isn’t real.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you complain about the clauses too often.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh sorry, I forget people really easily.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry?”

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

Tom smiled, “I thought you said something.”

“Oh might’ve been my headphones.”

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

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“Khonsu─”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Khonshu means Traveller─”

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

Tom chuckles, “You are brilliant.”

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes, only sometimes. Khonshu replies.

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

Sometimes.

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

Hm, he’s still here. Khonshu murmurs.

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

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

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

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

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

“So you hate him?”

Yes. I hate him.

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

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

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

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

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[dokoni-mo]

Mortal Shenanigans || Khonshu x GN! Reader

summary: you have a night out.

SFW // fluff

word count: 5008

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

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

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

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

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

Which is why his lack of hair puzzled you greatly.

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

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

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

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

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

Typical Khonshu.

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

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

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

"Why don't you have any hair?"

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

"Hair?" he asked.

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

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

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

"Look nice?"

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

"Are you suggesting I get a yellow mohawk?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typical Khonshu.

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A few?" Khonshu questioned.

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

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

"Croissant?" you asked.

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

"No, thank you." he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a wig.

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

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

It took the deity a moment to respond to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he loved you enough to overlook it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There is no need to lie, moonstone."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never, my stardust. Never to you."

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

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

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

"Oh come on! You had fun too!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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stop me before I write for a fucking bird

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Y/N and Aladdin: *stargazing late at night*

Khonshu:

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Sad

#khonshu fanfic

[frisbs]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022), She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Khonshu (Moon Knight)/Jake Lockley Characters: Khonshu (Moon Knight), Jake Lockley, Steven Grant (Marvel), Madisynn (Marvel), Khnum (Ancient Egyptian) Additional Tags: Fun, Halloween, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Jake Lockley Speaks Spanish, POV Jake Lockley, Protective Jake Lockley, Jake Lockley fights monsters, Madisynn is useless, Subwhere, Hell, Steven Grant goes to England Summary:

Set before the events of Moon Knight Season 1, Khonshu brings Jake on a mission to Hell, which takes a turn when they're interrupted by Madisynn.

Just for fun, inspired by Madisynn's reference to a "Jake" and the bone armor in the comics.

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Ok I need your hcs on what each of the moon boys do to annoy Khonshu. Like do intentionally to be petty.

WHEEZING! (Also I'm so sorry this took so long! <3)

Rating: PG  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? • ko-fi •

Warnings: swearing

Steven

Has a personal vendetta against Khonshu for scaring the hell out of him, so regularly does everything he can to be a little shit at any opportunity. 

Talks, a lot. Constant talking, constant questions, purposefully not even listening to the answers and just talking over him with even more questions. 

Tells Khonshu his knowledge of ancient Egypt is wrong (Steven knows it isn’t, but he enjoys how mad Khonshu gets). Also tells him his pronunciation of hieroglyphics needs work.

Will loudly sigh and declare that “the moon looks like shit today.”

Marc

Threatens him with Steven. All. The Time. 

“If you don’t start being reasonable I’ll get Steven.” 

Or just straight up peaces out and lets Steven deal with him. 

Once he realises that Jake doesn’t like Khonshu pissing him off either, he threatens him with Jake too.

Will also repeat whatever Khonshu says as a question as if he doesn’t understand him. (He does.) It always takes Khonshu a minute to realise Marc is messing with him. 

“Marc Spector, I need you to-” “Or what, you’ll make Layla your avatar?” Khonshu: -.-*

Jake

Ignores him.

Literally no reaction.

Khonshu could cause a solar eclipse and Jake doesn’t bat an eye.

Doesn’t flinch when Khonshu’s loud.

Doesn’t look up when he does that breeze thing. 

Just carries on about his day as if the god wasn’t talking. 

There are a couple of things that cause Jake to react that way, either it’s Jake’s day off/lunch break (he literally marks the dates and times on a calendar just for Khonshu and taps it if he bothers him during that time once. Then it’s straight up ignore town.) 

“Jake Lockey, I have a task for you.” 

Jake points to the calendar which has ‘Jake annual leave’ written on it in red pen. 

OR Khonshu’s annoyed him (or more likely Marc or Steven, or both.) He will not talk to Khonshu until the god apologies to all the offended parties. 

Khonshu once did the whole, ‘I have lived for millennia, you think I can’t wait out you ignoring me?’ to Jake, who was reading the newspaper. Jake promptly looked up once, slowly, to look straight at Khonshu and then went back to reading. When Jake was still ignoring him the next day Khonsu appologised in a very grumpy god way.

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Steven every time someone calls him with a wrong name:

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Panic (Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader)

Author’s Note: So I started writing this last Tuesday (April 19th) and finished it this morning (April 27) before my first class; during lunch, I watched episode 5 and was devastated. I feel this fic takes on a completely different life now and holds some different weight behind it. Please heed the warnings. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You and Steven met each other at work. You are wonderful friends with one another, and each of you have feelings you don’t know quite how to voice. When someone from your past shows up at a museum, you shut down completely, and it’s Steven Grant (and Marc Spector) to the rescue.

Warnings: Angst (mention of past abusive relationship/domestic/physical abuse, mentions of blood/burning/hitting, panic attack/terror/anxiety), protective Steven!Marc!Khonshu, fluff, mutual pining. The “—” are a shift in POV from Reader to like 3rd person omniscient, I guess. Later when Steven and Marc talk, italics represent Steven and bold represent Marc.

Other Characters: Our main man Khonshu, Donna, JB, OFC (Theodore)

Word Count: 3,989

You were the sunshine in Steven’s day, every day. It could be the best day in the world, and you would make it brighter; he could be exhausted, body aching, having the worst possible day, and he would see you and all the dark clouds would be pushed away. You were the best thing in his life. He’s never told you in so many words, but he’s done little things for you to try and show it. Some days he’d bring you coffee, other nights he’d say a bit later to walk you to the bus or your flat. On your birthday last year, he brought you a bouquet of Egyptian lilies, and he thought his heart would melt when your eyes lit up.

And this friendship-but-so-desprately-wanting-to-be-more-than-that was not singe-sided. You adore Steven. But Steven is so kind to everyone, you don’t know how to read his exact feelings towards you. A few months ago, he went on a date with one of the tour guides; even though it didn’t end well it didn’t mean it hurt any less when you found out he was seeing someone. And if you ever confessed how you felt and he didn’t feel the same way . . . Well, you don’t know how you could deal with that rejection. All you know is that you could never lose Steven. He was the best part of your day, your job, your life. 

“I mean, c’mon,” you insist as you lean against the register’s counter. “You have to admit it.”

“It does make him look quite knobbish,” Steven chuckles as you both peer over to JB.

“I mean, why?” you giggle. “Who told him a patchy porn ‘stache was a good call? Especially with that haircut!”

“Probably the same people that think Eye of Horus jellies are the best thing to sell at a gift shop.”

“At least those probably bring people joy.”

“Nah. I got curious one day and tried a pack. They’re quite terrible.”

The happiness that you feel radiating throughout your body when you’re with Steven is sucked right out of you as your gaze expands just past where JB flirts with a new tour guide. A face you never hoped to see again stares at one of the statues on display. There’s nothing particularly conspicuous about the man with the well-groomed hair, kind profile, and well-put-together appearance, but you know better.

“(Y/N)?” you hear Steven ask. It sounds like he’s been trying to get your attention for a long while. “Darlin’, you alright? You look as white as a ghost.”

You don’t respond, your breath only increases as a cold sweat breaks out all over your body. Pulling from the counter, you move as quickly as you can without drawing attention to somewhere that you can hide. Your feet move on autopilot, taking you to the stock room where you let all your anxiety and fear bubble up and take control.

“(Y/N)?” Steven asks as he opens the door. “What’s wrong?”

You can’t form words. You can only move as a way to try and put the adrenaline coursing through your body to good use. Your breathing only increases as hot tears prick at your eyes. Your back hits the wall and you brace yourself against it, just wanting to disappear into the plaster and drywall.

“Hey, hey, hey, c’mon now,” Steven says as he carefully approaches you. You continue to pant heavily against the wall, hand on your chest, feeling like the world is crashing in on you and suffocating you as your body shakes like a leaf.

“I can’t . . . I-I-I can’t breathe,” you huff, slowly sliding down the wall and into a small ball. “I-I can’t . . . I can’t . . .”

“You’re safe, I’m right here,” he says gently as he kneels down next to you. He takes one of your hands and places it on his chest as he puts one of his over your heart. “See? Right here. Right in the stock room. Just you and me. Nothing scary about the two of us, yeah? We’re friends. Nothing scary about that.”

“S-Steven. I-I . . .”

“What’s going on, (Y/N)?” 

“I—My—That man, w-with the gray button down,” you swallow hard. “H-He—He—.”

“You know him?”

“I do. I did. I do.”

“Alright, talk it out. You’re safe, love. It’s just me. You can talk to me about anything.”

Tears prick at your eyes as you try to keep yourself steady.

“His name is Theodore,” you start. “We were together for two years. He was great at first, but then . . .” Your fingers move to the back of your neck. “They were just cigarettes, quick little stings. The stings turned to slaps, and then punches.” You hug your knees to your chest. “At his worst, he slammed me into a mirror and then threw me down on the glass. I tumbled down the stairs after that. Three broken ribs, fractured wrist, glass in my arms and abdomen. There was so much blood . . .” You swallow hard. “He went to jail. I took a protective order out. Oh no, oh God—did it expire? No, no, no . . .”

You don’t realize the torrent of tears running down your face until a wet plop hits your arm as you continue to mutter in fear and panic. When it does, you let out a violent sob and begin to weep. Steven wraps his arms around you, holding your head against his chest and a comforting arm around your shoulder. He whispers soothing reassurances into your hair as you try to remember what he said earlier to ground yourself to him. You’re safe, right here in the stock room. You’re with Steven. You’re safe with Steven. 

“What are you—?” you hear Donna’s voice cut through the stock room.

“Not now, Donna!” he snaps, stopping her storming footsteps in her tracks. “Tell JB to get security ready. You stay with (Y/N)—I need to take care of something.”

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, St—.”

He gets up and faces Donna. He’s never looked so bold before. “The man that abused (Y/N) and beat her within an inch of her life is in the museum,” he says lowly. “You stay here with her, radio over to JB and tell him to be ready, alright?”

Without waiting for a response, Steven walks out of the stock room and takes off his name tag, sliding it into his pocket. 

—

Steven wants to confront this pillock as himself, but he knows that he doesn’t exactly ooze intimidation, even when he’s as rilled up as he is right now. He doesn’t even need to call on Marc to front—he knows what to do.

“Really nice, huh?” Marc’s American accent rings quietly next to the man he wants to throw in front of a double decker bus. 

“It’s fine,” he shrugs at the mural hanging on the wall.

Marc takes a step closer, his voice entering a very threatening timbre. 

“I know why you’re here,” he growls. “And I think you should go.”

“I’m just here to look at some history. Besides, I’m free to be here. This is a public space,” he smirks. It seems innocent enough, but Marc recognizes the underlying venom in it.

“It is. But not for you. So unless you want to be escorted out—either by museum security or the police for violating a restraining order, you. Should. Go.”

“(Y/N) would never take out a restraining order against me.”

“Wouldn’t she? Because I believe by entering this museum, you’re in violation of the minimum required distance. So I suggest you leave now before you make a scene and become the source of gossip for the five different schools on field trips here today. If you don’t I will take care of you personally. And instead of being escorted out, you’ll be leaving in a body bag. Do I make myself clear?”

“What exactly will you do, pretty boy?” he sneers.

Khonshu briefly takes control, making Marc’s eyes glow a terrifying white. The man steps back in fear with wide eyes and a pale face. Without a word more, he takes some steps back and hurries out of the museum.

“Thanks, man,” Marc says to Khonshu.

No one threatens (Y/N) in such a manner, the god acknowledges. 

“How come you like her more than me?”

A lot of people are more likable than you. (Y/N) is too good for this mortal realm.

“That she is,” Marc sighs as he lets Steven front on the walk back to the storage room.

—

“Hey,” he whispers as he sits next to you on the floor, placing a careful hand on your knee. “It’s all over. He’s gone. It’s alright.”

“He is?” you ask.

“Gone,” he repeats. “Took care of him myself.” He looks up to Donna. “I think it’s best that (Y/N) go home for the rest of the day, maybe have tomorrow off too?”

“Yeah, no, exactly,” Donna says. So she does have a soul. “Take some time, (Y/N). Steven, why don’t you make sure she gets home alright, yeah?”

Steven offers you a hand and helps you stand, walking with a careful arm around your shoulder the entire way to the break room so you can grab your stuff. It’s like his embrace is helping hold you together, and you appreciate it so much. You undo your locker and grab your bag quickly before closing it and moving back towards Steven. As you pull the straps of your tote bag up on your shoulder, you stop dead in your tracks.

“I—He found where I work. What if he knows where I live?” you ask, your heart still racing like a hummingbird’s.

“He won’t bother you ever again, I promise you,” Steve assures you as he stands by your side. “But, if you’re uncomfortable going to your place, we . . . if you want . . . You could crash at my place for a day or two. You can have the mattress and everythin’. My, uh,—,” he clears his throat, “My sleepin’ disorder doesn’t let me do much with it other than sit and fiddle with a Rubik’s cube, so. It’d be good if it got used for it’s intended purposes, yeah?”

“I couldn’t put you out like that.”

Steven gives you a small smile. “But you’re not. I promise you, it’s no trouble at all.”

“As long as you’re sure I’m not gonna be an imposition on you, Steven.”

The look in his eyes that he gives you is so soft, and something seems to snap him out of it, because he starts to clumsily shake off his jacket. “You never could be,” he tells you, placing the warm article of clothing over your shoulders. “C’mon, then.”

“Any milk for your tea?” he asks as he stirs in a tiny bit of sugar.

“No, thank you,” you say as he approaches and hands you the turquoise mug. You let the warmth from the ceramic spread into your hands. “Thank you. For, um, . . .”

“Don’t even think about it, love,” he tells you. “I just glad I was there and could do something for you.”

You give him a small smile as you bring your lips to the mug. “Steven Grant: Giftshoppist, lover of Egyptology, and knight in shining armor,” you hum before you take a sip of the soothing liquid. Color rushes to Steven’s face as he ducks his head, muttering some kind of thanks before he sips his own tea. “It’s a good list of titles.”

“Only issue is that I can’t ride a horse,” he nervously chuckles. “What kind of knight can’t ride a horse?”

“Batman?” you smirk. “He is the Dark Knight. No horse involved.”

“I don’t have my license, either,” he smiles softly. “No Batmobile for ole Steven with a ‘V’.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” You swallow hard. “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to understand just how much it means to me, what you did.”

“Honestly, (Y/N), don’t even think about it.” He pinches the air in front of your forehead and throws an invisible something behind him. “See, out of mind.”

You give him a smile, your eyes gazing behind him and properly registering how many books he has. They catch my attention and you stand, your fingertips running over the spines.

“Wow,” you chuckle. “These are amazing.”

“You think so?” Steve asks, a new light beaming from his face. He gets up and joins you by the shelves, telling you all about the books and their contents. He grabs a few of them and you both sit back down on the couch, going through them together as Steven passionately tells you about Egypt. You listen attentively as he speaks, continuing to sip on your tea as he goes on, but your eyes eventually grow heavy.

“Oh, bugger,” he sighs as he looks at his watch. “I’ve talked your ear off for hours.”

“No, Steven, I’ve really enjoyed it. I love seeing you this happy about things,” you tell him. “I just don’t usually stay awake until—.” My eyes work to focus on the clock. “—1:14.”

“Well, then, I think it’s time you kip down, yeah?” he says with a tender smile. “I’ll grab you somethin’ to use for jammies. The bathroom is right over there, and there’s some extra toiletries and things in that tall side cupboard.”

Following Steven’s instructions, you freshen up. As you spit out the toothpaste in the sink, he gently knocks on the door. 

“I’ve got you a long sleeve and some loungers,” he announces through the door. “They’ll probably be a little roomy on you, but better than work clothes, yeah?”

You open the door and see Steven already changed into his pajamas. “Thank you, Steven,” you tell him softly as you take the clothes from his hands. He nods and leaves you be, and soon, you are out of the bathroom, placing your clothes on the seat of one of the chairs in the kitchen. Steven sits on the sofa, his reading glasses on as he curls towards the table lamp.

“Are you sure I can take the mattress?” you ask.

“Of course you can,” he smiles softly as he raises his book. “I’ve got Mr. Alexander the Great to keep me occupied.”

You can’t help but adore this man. He’s patient, kind, and so caring. As you walk to the bed, you detour behind the couch and place a kiss on top of his curly hair.

“Thank you,” you tell him as the air grows thick with nerves. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“G’night,” he says, his voice barely audible in the silent apartment.

Moving to the bed, you slide under the covers, letting the scent of Steven completely devour you. Not only is he in the clothes, he’s in the pillow, sheets—he’s in the wooden shelves behind the bed. You roll to your side and nestle your face into the pillows, taking in a deep breath to get as much of the smell of him as you can. It’s incredibly soothing, but every time you try to go to sleep, a fear radiates through your body and scares you awake. 

“Steven?” you ask, sitting up on the mattress.

“Mm?” he hums, gazing at you over his glasses as he lowers the pages of the book.

“Would you mind sitting with me until I feel asleep? It just feels like something is gonna grab onto me and suck me away.”

Steven knits his eyebrows together in tender concern, nodding his head as he drops the book in his hands, moving across the studio to slide in next to you on the mattress so he can hold you like earlier. You snuggle down on the mattress and rest your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat as loud and clear as a steady drum.

“You know, the ironic thing is, I was finally starting to make peace with it. I hadn’t thought about it in years. And then he comes in, and it’s like I’m in the thick of it all over again.”

“You’re safe,” Steven softly assures you as he adjusts his wrapped arms around your body. “I promise you.”

You lie there in silence for a few minutes, the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart help keep you present and not sliding into memories you have worked to suppress.

“Have I ever told you about the greatest love story in all of Ancient Egypt?” he says quietly.

“No,” you say as you nuzzle your head into his chest.

Steven’s thumb begins to rub up and down your arm absentmindedly. 

“One day, Osiris came down to Egypt to rule as Pharaoh; he was wise and powerful, and he helped Egypt prosper. His brother, Set, was jealous, so he arranged for a beautifully decorated and adorned sarcophagus to be made that fit his brother. That night, Set threw a big party where his brother was the guest of honor, and there was this game to fit in the sarcophagus. Once Osiris got in, Set slammed the lid shut and brought it down to the Nile and dumped it in. Isis grabbed her baby son, Horus, and got the hell out of dodge before they could get hurt. Once they were safe, she scoured the Nile to to look for the sarcophagus. Now here, tellin’s of the myth don’t line up exactly, but in some form or another Osiris’ body is found and it’s in fourteen separate pieces, so Isis and Nepthys put him back together to do the proper burial rituals and create the mummification process. The only issue is is that he’s missin’ his . . . well, little pharaoh, so Isis makes a temporary replacement. Once they’ve reverse Humpty-Dumpty’d Osiris, he comes back to life. But since he’s both alive and kind of dead, he becomes ruler of the underworld. Isis’ love and devotion to Osiris was so powerful, she wouldn’t even let death get in her way. It’s beautiful.”

“It makes you wonder if that kind of love still exists,” you say, just above a whisper.

“Of course it does. When you find the right person, that is. I guess half the trouble is finding that person, innit? But then it’s all worth it when you do.”

“If you do.”

“Don’t think like that. Of course you will find the right person. It’s me who oughta be worried.”

The silence is loud, and you swallow hard. “I’d search the Nile for your sarcophagus,” you confess. It sounds utterly morbid, but the sentiment behind it is genuine. You love Steven, and you have for probably as long as you have known him. You feel Steven’s breath hitch and can hear his heart begin racing before he places a careful cheek on the top of your head. 

“I think I’d do just about anythin’ for you,” he breathes.

Your heart flutters, and as much as you want to hold him, kiss his lips, pour out your heart to him, you just can’t do it. Not after how this day has gone. You’d never want Steven to think you’re advancing onto him because of your own trauma. You turn your body around and bury a majority of your face into his soft waffle shirt. Oh, it smells amazing. It smells like him—sandalwood, vanilla, and old books. You want nothing more than for this smell to fill your lungs until they overflow, all your senses being absorbed into Steven.

—

She looks so beautiful.

I know. I love her.

I know. I do, too.

But we can’t exactly tell her that now.

Well, yeah, not now. Thank you, for earlier.

You know I’d do anything for her. Just like you would.

Steven shifts his gaze down to look at the top of her head. Her hair looks so shiny, she’s so warm, and she smells so good. If this was the moment that he died, he’d be fine with it; holding onto her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against his body, inhaling nostril fulls of just pure you . . . His heart races when you give him hugs, and you lying on him is like a hug on steroids. He feels euphoric.

I feel like my heart is gonna burst straight out of my chest if I don’t tell her. No one has ever made me feel like this.

Steven—.

I know, but, it feel like I’m leading her on—manipulating her. It’s not fair to her. She should know. She should know about you, too.

I agree, but, she’s been through a lot today. You know that, I know that, Khonshu knows that. We just . . . we need to wait.

—

“Steven?” you ask quietly, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt.

“Yea?” he asks. He sounds almost taken off guard.

“I love you,” you admit. If not now, you don’t think you’ll ever have the guts to tell him. “I have for a while. And after everything that happened today, well, I want you to know. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The longer Steven stays silent, the worse you feel. You’ve ruined it. You’ve ruined it all, and you’re gonna lose the most incredible, kind, and loving man you have ever met because you told him you’ve been in love with him since you met him.

“Why me?” he breathes, his voice mixed with shock and awe. “I’m . . . I work at a gift shop.”

You move out of his hold and look at him, your heart hurting at the sentiment.

“You can’t really think that’s all you are, Steven,” you say softly. Now you want to cry for a different reason.

“You’re just so, personable and wonderful and kind and intelligent,” he responds. “I just don’t understand why you see me like that.”

Tears pick at your eyes. “Because you saw me when I felt invisible. You were kind to me when you didn’t have to be. You care so much. There’s no one else like you, Steven. I’ve never felt safer with anybody in my life than I do with you.” You close your eyes and take a breath. “I should have said something sooner, and I—.”

You don’t get to finish your sentence. Steven cuts you off with the biggest, tightest of hugs. One arm is firmly wrapped around your waist while the other is gripped firmly around the back of your neck. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, the warmth of his breath feeling so comforting on your skin. You hold him back just as tightly, afraid to let him slip away.

“I love you so much,” he mutters into your skin. “I didn’t want to lose you, so I’ve said nothing for years, and for years I’ve regretted it when I come home from work. I try to tell you every day, and every day you take my breath away so much, I bloody well lose my nerve. I’m sorry I never told you.”

You inhale his scent and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You want to absorb Steven into your body. This man is unlike any human you have ever met, and he feels the same way about you that you do him.

“Steven?” you ask into his shoulder. “Can you . . . Can you stay with me tonight?”

He runs a hand over your hair to smooth down the locks.

“Of course,” he whispers. “Come on, then.”

Keeping a tight hold on you, he slowly lies you down on the mattress, resting you on the pillows and pulling the blankets over your bodies. If you felt comforted in Steven’s sheets before, you’re now the epitome of tranquil as you lie with him in bed, letting your eyes close as you fall asleep on his chest.

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[moongumi]

under our moonlight¹

pairing: khonshu x reader

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

sypnosis: khonshu feels a certain way about his young avatar

⟶ wc. 1.8k

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

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

☆.・゜゜・*. * ·✧*. * ·★.・゜゜・✰

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

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

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

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

You laugh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Khonshu sighs, “No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Man Next Door

Jake Lockley x plus size black female reader

This blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx. 4.1k

Summary: You've been eyeing your neighbor Jake for the last few months. A major even and discovery puts things into perspective. You make your move after the dots are filled in.

Warnings: Mentions of blood (various amounts), violence, one minor character death, sprinkles of Spanish, first aid, unprotected P in V (wrap it IRL), aftercare

Notes: My first Moon Knight fic! 🥰 It's been in the works for a bit. It's a half of a request for @megamindsecretlair I asked her what she wanted in it and she told me. We'll see if I delivered on that or not. 😄Dividers are designed by the wonderful @saradika-graphics ❤️

Main Masterlist / Moon Knight Masterlist/ Oscar Isaac characters

Sometimes he has blood on his hands, attempting to wipe it off with a rag, other times there are small drops of splatter on his chin and cheek as he gives you a morning nod before you head off to work.

He’s never without a drop of crimson on him, no matter what time of day you happen to spot him. It makes you keep your distance from him, not indulge in idle chatter like your other neighbors in your apartment building, ask to borrow items or even keep a package or two for you.

You’re curious about him, about Jake Lockley.

He’s been your next door neighbor for six months. You haven’t heard anyone in his apartment or seen anyone visit. It was odd, that you’re sure of. He only gets a few pieces of mail and seldom any packages. Never rude and never too friendly either. A fair distance away from any who may try to get to know him.

You wonder if you should have ever spoken to him now. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen him and had your morning farewell nod. You walk from the bus stop to work each day, it’s less than ten minutes and you count it as your exercise. This is the night you see him again, your neighbor. Walking home like every other night, you happen to hear a thud and look in its direction. Sure you left work an hour late due to your boss being a dick and wanting you to finish putting together the reports for tomorrow, but at least you got overtime out of it so you hadn’t minded too much. Maybe you should have.

You can’t say it’s completely unexpected, there’s only so many reasons Jake would have blood on him but it’s still shocking. It’s not everyday you see your neighbor standing in a pool of someone’s blood. Honestly you can’t tell the gender or the person or ethnicity from the distance and from the amount of blood.

There’s just so much. Dripping from his hands, splashes on his face and clothes.

No wait…the clothes are odd. They went from some off gray looking robes to his normal jeans, and jacket. Maybe you’re hallucinating. It’s then that you feel a hand on your arm.

“You know him, don't you woman? What do you know about him? Tell us!” When you turn to see who the hand belongs to, you’re met with a knife that grazes your cheek. There are four men in addition to the one holding you for a total of five. You’re shaking your head, it’s not a lie, you don’t know anything about the man other than his name and that he lives next to you. His grip strengthens on your arm as you try to pull away from him and the other men watch amused at your attempt to try and escape. Their laughs are replaced by curses as you stomp on your assailant’s foot and drop your bag to punch him in the face. He’s stunned so his grip loosened finally to give you a chance to go for the knife and you do.

There’s blood on you now. Not on your hand you punched the man with, but on the knife and your white button down from where you went for your assistant’s neck. He’s holding the side of it, trying to apply pressure but he’s shaky on his feet. One of his friends, you assume, grabs him to help him but he slumps in his arms, the man’s hand falling slowly from his neck.

Did you just kill someone? What the hell is happening?

(Khonshu): Is that the woman you glance at and who occupies your idle thoughts Jake? I thought she was one of the many worms. It appears she is not. You may want to don the suit again. She has spirit, but not skill nor strength. She’ll not last long.

(Jake): I hear you loud and clear, you old bird. What is she doing here anyway? She’s normally off work and at home by now. I know her routine and she doesn't change it by much. I knew she had a little fire in her, she went right for the neck, most would have gone for an arm or torso.

The three other men are circling you, screaming at you about their fallen friend and how they’re going to take their time in torturing you no matter if you actually know anything about Jake or not. You lunge at the man closest to you, going for his neck as well since that did the other man in, but he caught both your arms and chuckled.

“Luck like that only strikes once bitch!” He presses his fingertips into your wrists, but you keep hold of the knife, it’s the only weapon you have. But you start to smell more metal - iron, no there’s more blood. It’s not on you, or it wasn’t until the goon holding you falls forward and to step back to avoid his body hitting yours, wrists free, but you’re falling. It seems among all that scuffle, you’d been near a curb and you’d stepped off awkwardly.

You don’t hit the ground though, instead you’re in strong arms. The same gray you’d seen earlier except now there’s a mask, cape and a moon in the middle of his chest? He supports you as you stand up. You’re still holding onto your knife though, adrenaline running through your veins as you hold it close to your chest. He holds your shoulders and gives them a soft squeeze to help you pay attention.

“Mira! Hola! (Look! Hello!) Tch…” Jake’s trying to get your attention but it’s not working. This whole gentle thing isn’t his norm and he can see that your eyes aren’t registering him or his words at all. Not even him squeezing your shoulders, he’s worried that squeezing them harder will result in an injury and the suit only heals him, not you. The blood dripping from your cheek angers him and the men are only knocked out now. He needs to get you out of here so he can come back and find out information from them - slowly and painfully. He releases you and picks up your bag, then tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he doesn’t have time to console you, not that he would be any good at it. He hears you squeal then yelling and shifts your back to the same arm he’s holding you with, then pinches your hip.

“Silencio! (Quiet!)” Your body tenses in his arms as he makes his way to the apartment building. He jumps to the fire escape outside of his window as he usually keeps it open for when he doesn’t feel like using the door. He removed that suit before heading in, donning his street clothes and carrying you inside, setting you down on his couch. You’re sniffling, but not crying loudly or yelling anymore which Jake is thankful for. He goes to get a small first aid kit. It was included with some beer he bought when he last shopped for anything really and hasn’t been opened. Kneeling in front of you, he sighs as you’re still looking forward, he’s wondering if he’ll still get soft nods and hellos after this. You might even see if you can move from the building. He wets some gauze with some saline and dabs your cheek, finally you respond by hissing from the sting.

“Oh, now you’re paying attention princesa (princess)? You’re in my place by the way. Stay still.” Jake gives you a brief smile before dabbing your cheek a few more times and applying some antibiotic ointment. It’s not nearly deep enough for stitches or even the little strips they have in here, but he still hates that you were there at all, let alone that you’re not only injured but you also had to kill to survive.

“I..so that was all real, not a nightmare? Oh…so I killed…” You finally drop the knife and in klangs on the floor, your hands take hold of your knees, covered halfway by your pencil skirt. Your realization sinks in that no, it was not some crazed fearful dream from watching way too much FBI in one night. No, there had been a fight, there had been blood and you had indeed killed someone.

“It was self-defense hermosa (gorgeous). That’s all it was. You wouldn’t have had to if I wasn’t slow in getting to you.” Jake takes your hands in his. You finally look at him. He looks like every other day, black leather jacket, dark gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a wry smile on his face and it’s surrounded by his dark shadowy stubble. When did he change clothes? His eyes are unexpectedly warm in their chocolate pools. You hadn’t really looked at them before, always in passing. You nod and close your eyes. He’s telling you what you want to hear, but you know what you did with that knife. “Come on, let’s get you next door. You should wash up and change clothes. Don’t touch your face though.” He instructs and you follow him to your feet as he stands and walks to his door. His apartment has the same brick walls, though his are more sparse with decorations though you see many books. You didn’t expect any and you’re not sure why.

You aren’t able to find your keys, your hands are shaking so badly and you’re crying again, silently since he told you to be quiet. He regrets that a bit. You’re not accustomed to death and violence as he is, of course it's shocking, most would find it so. “May I princesa?” Jake holds out a hand, he’s not going to force it, it’s not the time. You hand him your back and he searches for half a minute. The bag is large and looks like you keep a lot of ‘just in case’ stuff in it. He finds your keys and unlocks your door, but doesn’t enter with you.

“You’re not coming in? I…” Your voice fades out. You want to ask him to stay, you don’t want to be alone, but would he even want to? He likely thinks you’re a wimp for crying, why would he even want to stay? “N-Never mind Jake see-”

“I’ll be back. I need to tie up loose ends princesa. Just take a nice slow shower, if you get your face wet, clean and apply some more ointment and eat something. You did well, you survived. Don’t feel bad about it at all.” He’s spoken more to you now than he ever has. On one hand, this eleates Jake as he was never really sure how to start a conversation with you, but under these circumstances, it’s far from ideal. His arms wrap around you, bringing your head to his chest. He still smells a little metallic like blood but now like the books in his apartment and cigarettes? You’d never seen him smoke, curious, but not your focus. His heartbeat is steady and one hand touches the back of your neck, his fingers run up into the small hairs you have at the back edge of your hairs, those little ones that no amount of hair grease or edge cream will tame. He’s playing with them though before he lets you go abruptly. “Hasta leugo princesa (See you later princess).” And he’s back to his apartment. Gone that fast. His warmth lingers on your neck and the front of your body and it’s what you ponder while you’re in the shower.

Peeling off your clothes and showering was the easy part. The clothes went in their own small trash bag and would go out with tomorrow’s garbage. It was trying to eat, you made a sandwich and only ate half of it, then there was soup, which normally you love, but the smell made your stomach curl. Eventually, all of the sandwiches went down with some water and on the couch you sat. Alone with your thoughts. You don’t feel any different, but you know what you did with that knife. The blood, the men’s threats, the fear you felt, Jake being covered in blood. What was he going to do when he came back? Where should you even start with your questions? It had been a few hours by this point and you’re staring at the wall when there’s a knock at your door. Standing and hurrying to the door, a familiar voice uttered one word.

“Princesa.” It was the fastest you’d open the door for anyone.

Jake sits down from you on your couch and explains to you who he is, who he serves and why he usually has blood on him. It’s fantastical and had it been any other day, you’d told him to get out and avoided him like he was insane. But the events of the night had told you to believe him and it was honestly better to think he was punishing those causing harm to others than being a serial killer or something else. You do notice something though, Jake appears to be nervous, which is weird, his eyes are darting around and he keeps clearing his throat and moving on the couch, like he can’t get comfortable.

“Did you want to sit in the armchair? You might find it more comfortable.” Your offer makes him stop moving and sigh. Jake’s a little worked up since he’d been doing a lot more of Khonshu work, normally he’d drink to ease himself into some sleep. He should leave. Now. You’re freshly showered, took down a man despite being scared out of your mind, and he held you too long earlier, much too long. He meant to calm you with that hug but it instead had him in his thoughts again.

He shouldn’t have watched you stand either, your wide hips make Jake want to do more than pat them as do the soft caramel of your legs that he sees as you glide over to your fridge to offer him water. He stands as you bring him the water and he gulps it down, thanking you as he starts toward the door.

“W-Wait, you’re leaving already Jake?!” He needs you not to call for him like that. You sound like you need him and…that’s not something he can handle right now.

“You’re okay now. I shouldn’t stay any longer princesa.” He doesn’t turn to face you. If he sees your eyes he’s not going to leave. He knows what he’s feeling is partly from all the fighting but not entirely and that’s the part his mind has latched onto and won’t let go of.

“Could I at least have another hug before you go Jake?” You’ve said his name softly, almost with care. How can he say no now? He did give you a hug earlier. He turns to see that you’ve dropped your robe and you are wearing a red silk nightgown that just barely covers your bottom. Your eyes aren’t telling him you want a hug, at least, not just a hug.

“Hermosa, I don’t think that’s all you want from me. Let’s both be honest here. Has this been part of why you watch me as much as I watch you?” His steps are slow, he’s giving you an out. You can say no and give a flimsy excuse like your robe slipped or something. You don’t. You put your hands on his chest and run them up as he did to you, your hands grabbing his curls, their silken texture makes you smile.

“You’d be correct Jake. This dance has gone on long enough. You’re finally in my apartment and I almost died tonight. I also had a long shower as you suggested.” Your plush lips look so inviting and he can’t resist. The kiss is sloppy and his hands are roaming your body, he’d like to rip the gown off of you, but he’s sure you put it on to be admired so he will for a little bit. Jake is much more interested in what’s under it. He bends temporarily and hooks his hands under your knees to lift you up carrying you to your bedroom.

After setting you on the bed gently, Jake slips off his clothes, making a pile on the floor in front of your bed. He’s not one to be embarrassed and is well aware of what he’s working with. His swollen length bobs while he licks his lips. His eyes roam your body as he climbs on the bed, calloused hands start at your ankles and slide up your thick legs. Once he reaches your hips, his hands stay under your nightgown as he pulls it up and over your head. The low groan makes his Adam's apple bob when he sees you weren’t wearing any underwear as you open your legs for him to expose your wetness. You gasp at the cool air and it allows him to capture your lips again, your arms and legs wrapping around him.

He grins into the kiss, lurching his hips forward to have the head of his cock glide across your wet slit. Your hips react and jut forward having the tip enter you, Jake grins on your lips and pulls back but leaves the tip in. “Rather eager aren’t you cariño (sweetheart)?” He takes hold of his length, removing his tip fully and rolls the wrist of his free hand for you to roll over. “I’ll have you from the back first. I want to see that large ass of your bounce.” You roll on your stomach and spread your knees, feeling him lean over and run his hands along your body as he notches at your entrance. His bulbous head is just past your entrance. “Move that ass and push back on my cock. Show me what you can do hermosa.” He leans to kiss along your spine as you use your legs to move your hips back, having your forearms flat on the bed with your elbows as an anchor.

You’re able to get him deeper and feel him stretching you, almost too much, his hips don’t feel flush with yours yet, there must be more. “Jake you’re so thick…. Please move with me.” You coo, looking back at him, your hips moving slowly, your walls are pulling on his shaft, learning his shape. Jake’s hands are roaming your back as praises for working hard for him. He’s aware of his girth and wants to push forward but not yet.

He leans over your back again, making his chest flush with it. His lips are next to your ear, “Muy bien (very good) mi (my) princesa. I’m going to reward you by moving. Be as loud as you want.” A kiss is placed on your shoulder, a last bit of tenderness he shows you before straightening himself up and taking hold of your hips. He draws back, nearly pulling all the way out of you but he thrusts forward, his hips finally flush with yours and the walls of your core expanded to accommodate him as his thrusts increased as did your cries of Jake’s name. You felt yourself pressing into the mattress, at one point face down. Jake was not having it. He wanted you vocal unless your voice had truly given out, which he was sure it hadn’t. His hips came to a full stop and you gasped. “No, no princesa. You won’t go quiet on me yet. Roll.” He gave a light slap to your ass for encouragement for you to move.

You had just sat yourself up back on your elbows and lifted your head when Jake decided that you were moving too slow for him and pulled out of you, the loss had you groan before you yelped with your leg up in the air where it had not been for a long time. He crossed your leg over and succeeded in flipping you over so you were now on your back. Jake’s relentless, his hands are roaming your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, “Jake....Jake..Fuck…” You keep chanting as he grins before capturing your lips again with his. He has yet to enter you once more and his precum is dripping onto your slit as it rubs your viscous liquids together.

Once he pulls back, he takes in your swollen lips, the heaving of your chest, every curve that he’s tried to feel with his fingers and he knows he hasn’t. This time when he slips back within you, it’s slower and he keeps eye contact with you, one hand on the back of your knee pushing your leg forward to allow him deeper and the other on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his as he presses his chest against yours. “So much better than I imagined princesa. You’re not getting away from me you know.” He nibbles on your bottom lip as your core tightens around him again, “Good girl, milk me and accept what I’m going to give you.” Your hands grab his shoulders and dig into his skin, scratching him, your hips keep crashing into his as he speeds up a bit, nearly at his climax.

“Give me what you’ve got Jake. I’ll mark you…” Using your teeth, you graze the skin on his neck before biting down and hearing him hiss, giving you a few more strong pumps before spilling inside of you. The heat from his spend has the walls of your cunt close around his throbbing shaft as you scream in your own peak. Jake continues to slowly roll his hips until you both start to come down. Neither of you move, only the sounds of your breaths fill the room. Your body is completely limp and you stare up at Jake who gives you a small kiss to your lips before starting to move back, your arms weakly reach for him and he grins.

“You want more already? You’ll have to give me a few princesa.” Shaking your head, you stick your bottom lip out and give a small pout.

“Don’t leave yet. Stay.” Jake rubs circles on your belly and chuckles.

“You’re even more adorable than I thought. I need to know where your washcloths and towels are. We need to clean up. I’m not leaving.” You inform him that they’re in the small hall closet next to the bathroom to which he goes and gets two washcloths, warming them up along with towels. He wipes you down first and dries you, then takes care of himself before slipping the both of you under the sheets. His hand cups your cheek before running his fingers through your hair and then it dawns on him - you’re not wearing your bonnet. Jake asks where you keep them and you tell him the bottom drawer of your nightstand so he reaches to get one for you and you decide to pinch his rather round ass.

“I think we’re fond of each other’s asses Jake.” You laugh as he slips the red satin onto your head. “I’m surprised you knew that I wore one at night. You’re keeping that close of tabs on me?” An eyebrow raises and he puts his hands up.

“Come on, give me a little credit. I’m not going to say I know everything about caring for black hair properly, but I know bonnets, protective styles, but don’t ask me how to do any of them and oil.” He put up three fingers for the things he did know.

Now it’s your turn to grin. This sly man. “Pfft. You’re full of surprises Jake. We’ll sleep and then you’re helping me oil my hair in the morning before work.” You press his chest lightly and the scoot closer to him to cuddle. His arm wraps around your back, and those fingers of his run down your spine again.

“I’ll help you oil your hair tomorrow if it’s after breakfast and you take a day off of work.” Jake kisses your forehead and closes his eyes.

“Alright. You talked like you knew what to do. I won’t forgive you if you mess up my hair.”

“Hm. If it’s anything like what you did tonight, I get it. I’ll be extra careful princesa. Don’t worry.” You’d drifted off to sleep and Jake watched you before he dozed off as well, looking forward to having his hands on you again. In your hair or anywhere you’d let him.

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