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asimplearchivist · 9 months

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‘ 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 . ’

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ steven, unbeknownst to him, meets the love of his life at one of its lowest points. pairing(s) ☽ steven grant/reader word count ☾ 15.7k a/n ☽ [gif credit] ⤏ aka my personal love letter to one steven grant (and myself, because I want to be loved like I love just once). ⤏ i am going to be completely honest on this one, guys: this is a borderline self-insert fic that is 100% self-indulgent on my part bc i have felt like shit the last two months and want to treat myself. ⤏ i kept it as a reader-insert because a) some people (including myself) enjoy experiencing different ‘pov’s of reader-inserts, per se; b) it’s easier to be kinder to and romanticize myself when it’s ‘not me’; and c) i feel that it’s still vague/inclusive enough to be counted as a general reader-insert versus labeling it strictly as a self-insert/original character. i really only describe personality traits and the reader being petite, really (bc nothing comforts my 5’0” ass more than knowing i would actually be able to kiss the boys without craning my neck all the way back tbh). i use a few southern colloquialisms, too, just fyi. :) ⤏ typical moon knight fanfic disclaimer: I don’t claim to know very much about did beyond what I’ve gleaned from both the show, the various meta posts I’ve read on tumblr, and from other fanfics themselves, so please forgive and correct me on any glaring discrepancies/issues I may have presented here (or link me any posts that discuss more accurate representations of did, perhaps—that’d be greatly appreciated). some of the terminology/technicalities escape me. I tried my best to get their voices and characterizations just right, and I sincerely hope I succeeded bc they’re very special to me. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

The first time Steven met you, it was strictly by happenstance.

He had always considered himself a man with many friends. Although his routine was relatively simple compared to other Londoners who thrived in social settings and spent all of their free time anywhere but home to mingle and chase tail, he had familiar faces he saw frequently. He committed their names to memory when they’d give them off-handedly, he made a point to speak to them in passing even if he or they were otherwise occupied, and he kept a mental list composed of all the details he was able to glean strictly from observation when they didn’t readily volunteer the information.

Perhaps it was a little silly. All lot of them had trouble remembering him, sure, but he couldn’t hold it against them—tons of people had trouble keeping track of faces and people. Sure, JB never quite got his name right even after Steven had worked at the museum for a couple of months by now, but he was a busy man monitoring the security cameras all day long and stayed distracted (with his infatuation with otters, no less—as endearing of a trait as any for someone with a secret soft side). Donna stayed in a tizzy, always worked up over something beyond her control (Steven couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be dealing with the higher-ups trying to meet goals and attempting to exceed them). He didn’t really dislike them for it, even if it had grown rather grating as of late. (Even if it would only take them both a moment to look at his conveniently given and placed nametag.)

Crowley didn’t talk much, all part of the gig, so Steven didn’t hold their one-sided conversations against him, either. The gentleman with the broom cart (whose name Steven never had managed to catch, as gruff as he was) seemed only to ever respond with grunts. The security guards, the tour guides, the usual suspects on the morning and night bus rides…Steven interacted with them all, and they had enough good graces to acknowledge it most of the time.

Over time, however, as his dreams (or perhaps more aptly named nightmares) grew more vivid and more bizarre, as he seemed to lose track of time more and more (how exactly does one manage to miss an entire weekend when one isn’t a blackout drunk?), and as Steven’s anxiety led him into taking more and more precautions to make sure his self-diagnosed sleepwalking disorder didn’t strand him on the other side of London (again), it became more readily apparent that those people with whom he took such care to converse did not seem particularly inclined to return the favor. Sure, he’d accidentally nodded off a few times leaning on the other passengers in the morning bus, ran a little late at times getting to the museum (much to Donna’s ever-increasing ire), and maybe got a little carried away with his nattering when he got invested in something he was excited to share information about, but…would it really kill someone just to respond long enough to reassure him that he wasn’t virtually invisible?

It was one such morning after he overslept, convinced he was late, and worked himself into a right and proper state trying to get to the museum on time that he realized that it was, in fact, Sunday, not Saturday. Much to his bewilderment but proven by his phone, the museum stood barren and closed, doors locked and lights off. He stood at the entrance staring at his dumbfounded expression in the glass for a good five minutes, thoughts racing as he tried to recall anything about the previous day. There was no way he slept an entire day, right? He hadn’t been staying up too late trying to manage his disorder, even if he had been running a little tired lately.

His distress was punctuated by a fat, chilly droplet landing right on his nose. The early spring weather was unseasonably cold this year, leading to an abnormally wet season (as if rain could ever be abnormal in London, but the meteorologists remained convinced), and within seconds of Steven turning and trotting down the steps the skies parted and released their torrential downpour as if just to spite him specifically. Everyone else in the immediate vicinity, if they weren’t holed up in their cars or the myriad establishments bordering the museum district, already had their umbrellas up to shield themselves from the frigid onslaught, ambling along and circumnavigating the puddles lingering from the storm the night before..

Steven shrank into his coat, tugging the collar up and over his head as best he could as he crossed the street and aimed for the first building he saw with its neon, ivory OPEN sign glowing against the gloom—on the corner directly across from the museum entrance. The door was heavy, the handle cold enough he was surprised his palm didn’t stick to it, but he managed to pry it open and tumble inside.

A few people glanced up from their tables to give him a range of skeptical to humored looks before going about their business. Steven hedged to the side of the door in case someone else came in, dripping onto the old hardwood with no small amount of regret.

It was a coffee shop. Comfortingly warm against his numb face, he basked in the scents of espresso and sweets permeating the place. His attention was caught by the bookshelves on the wall to his right, and he was entranced—all until a barista slipped out from the kitchen and addressed him with a croon. “Oh, goodness, look like the weather caught you!”

Steven almost accidentally ignored you thinking that you were talking to someone else (for so rarely did someone speak to him in a tone that wasn’t irritated or dismissive). After his cursory glance in your direction, he did a double-take, realizing you were looking right at him.

“Yeah, I—looked at the forecast wrong, methinks!” he responded sheepishly (and he had—he’d been expecting Saturday’s overcast mist, not Sunday’s shower). “I’m makin’ a right mess, aren’t I? I should probably go before I warp the stain—”

“No! No, just wait a second.” You raised a placating palm before dipping below sight behind the counter. You emerged and rounded the corner next to the display case holding a towel, walking right up to him and offering it to him with a sympathetic smile. “I can’t count the number of times I thought I could beat Mother Nature,” you joked. “It sucks that it’s been so cold on top of it. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten sick.”

Steven accepted it graciously, muttering his earnest thanks as he went about mopping up his sopping curls. Once he’d wiped all the rain he could off of him, he handed it back to you. “Hope I don’t get one, neither,” he responded. “It just wouldn’t do to catch cold in the middle of all this, would it? No.”

You chuckled a bit, eyes glittering with mirth. “Maybe it’ll help if I get you something hot to drink?”

Steven glanced at the menu hanging on the wall behind the counter, eyes rounding a little at the prices. He’d overspent on books again after payday, so he was having to be a bit more frugal this week than usual. “Oh, no, don’t go to the trouble, I’ll just call a cab and get a ride home before it gets too bad.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” you assured him, wringing the towel between your hands. You hesitated only a heartbeat before you leaned in a little closer, smile turning a bit bashful. “I’ll make it on the house, how’s that sound?”

Steven normally considered himself one to give where charity was concerned, but he had to admit that the sound of something warm on his urgently empty stomach was divine at the moment. He cleared his throat, glancing towards the other customers still wrapped up in their own little worlds. “No, I couldn’t—wouldn’t want anyone jealous that they’re not gettin’ the special treatment, you know.”

“It can be our little secret,” you offered quietly, winking conspiratorially at him.

He blinked, heat creeping up into his face. “Oh, well. If you insist, then…just this once?”

“All right.” Your smile lit up your entire face, and you headed back behind the counter to deposit the towel in an unseen hamper.

Steven followed, training his eyes on the menu—the standard fare was reasonable, with alternative options for dietary restrictions. A lot of the custom concoctions did seem lovely, and he was a tad surprised to discover that they served breakfast and lunch, also—with vegan options, most notably. “Wow, I never even knew this place existed. I must’ve been walkin’ right by it this whole time.”

“Do you work at the museum?” you inquired, folding your arms over the counter and propping your chin up in your palm.

“I do, actually,” he beamed, though it was dashed a tad with his next confession. “I want to be a tour guide one day—you know, I’ve been studyin’ up for it and all—but they’ve got me in the gift shop. For now! They said they’d move me up with a new position becomes available.” They said that they would consider him for the role, but Steven clung to his hope that they’d soon realize how bloody good he’d be at it, as hard as he’d been working for it for so long.

“You always have to start somewhere,” you replied warmly. You gestured to the shop around you. “This is just to hold me over ‘til I’m finished up.”

“Are you a transfer student?” Steven asked.

Your brow rose slightly, but your smile didn’t waver. “How observant. Most people ask me how I got lost on this side of the pond.”

“It isn’t often I see Americans anywhere but in the more touristy spots,” he agreed, “but the university is quite prestigious. You must be very academically successful if you landed a transfer scholarship like that.”

“It took a lot of work,” you admitted, “but it’s been worth it. I never thought I’d do anything like this, and I would’ve laughed at you a couple of years ago if you’d told me I’d move this far away from home. I’ve never really been the traveling type, but I’m so grateful that I’ve had the opportunity to do so.”

“What are you studyin’?” Steven inquired. An English major, perhaps—you struck him as the literary type with your articulation, despite your soft, southern drawl.

“Oh.” Your face darkened and you fiddled with the hem of your sweatshirt—dark gray, warm flannel, with a silver astronomical design embroidered into the front. “Well. I went to a university back home and got a degree in writing—” Nailed it! “—but I was notified at graduation that I qualified for this so I thought why not? It’s a bit self-indulgent, really, as I’ve always been a history nut, but I’m, um…” You reached up and scratched the nape of your neck, glancing away as though embarrassed. “...focusing on Egyptology?”

Steven’s brows shot halfway up his forehead. “No kiddin’!”

“Nope,” you confessed, a bit sheepish. “I picked up a book with pictures of King Tutankhamun’s treasures when I was three and I’ve been in love with it since. Maybe it’s a little niche, but it makes me happy—I’m taking other history classes, too, so I’ll end up with an Ancient History major with a minor in Egyptology—that’s just my main focus since I always wanted to be an Egyptologist when I was little. I don’t know that I could ever stand the heat, though, so I’m happy with writing in the comfort of my own home.”

“No, that’s great!” he raved, grinning from ear to ear. “I’m a bit of a history buff meself! The museum has a huge Egyptology exhibit coming up next month, so I’ve been brushin’ up on it all. You know, in case I get to audition.”

“Oh, yeah?” you tried, emerging from your shell just a bit. “Do you have a favorite period?”

“New Kingdom, definitely,” he said immediately. His heart was thrumming, and he was trying (in vain) to contain at least the majority of his enthusiasm. “There’s just so much material to go through. All the texts recovered from Deir el-Medina fascinate me to no end!”

“Yeah, Paneb was a right bastard,” you joked. “He had the whole town stirred up all the time. But we’re not going to talk about Ea-Nasir.”

“Oh, yeah—imagine keepin’ all your hate mail for posterity,” he returned, strumming his fingers against the inside of his sleeves. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m an Old Kingdom gal,” you said with a chuckle. “Pepi II’s letter about the pygmy won me over. Not to mention all the drama with Teti’s assassination. The workmen’s village at Giza? Oh, how could I pick one thing?”

Finally! Finally, it felt like Steven was talking to someone that spoke his language!

“It’s really hard to, isn’t it?” His stomach was starting to grumble. He cleared his throat, tamping down his anticipation just enough to concentrate on the matter at hand. He glanced up at the menu again, a little remiss with some of the unfamiliar choices—most of those displayed were coffee, but he’d been trying to curb himself off of it in favor of cutting out caffeine altogether for a better sleep schedule. “I, um…sorry, got a little sidetracked there. What would you recommend that’s decaf?”

“Oh, I love chai,” you told him. “Most of the teas we carry are decaf, though we do have decaf coffee, too. We’ve got all the usuals like chamomile, mint, Earl Grey…” You tilted your head slightly. “I’ve been avoiding caffeine since I was a teenager—it makes me antsy.”

“How do you normally take your chai?” he queried, curious.

“As an iced latte,” you said. “Cold foam, cinnamon, whole milk. I like it warm, too, especially this time of year, but there’s something about it iced that I can’t seem to part from—maybe that’s the southern upbringing in me.” You gestured to the equipment behind you. “Would you like to try it?”

“Yeah, sure! But with oat milk, please?”

“You’ve got it, darlin’,” you beamed, and set to work immediately. “I usually drink a small since it’s a bit sweet, that okay?”

“Certainly.”

Never would Steven have thought that he’d find such a deeply kindred soul a stone’s throw away from his workplace he’d never even noticed before today. He had to confess that he was charmed by you almost instantly. It had been a while since he’d met someone so engaging and open—not to mention generous and drop-dead gorgeous to boot! Ironic, really, that the foreigner was treating him more kindly than his native kinsmen. What did the Americans say about southern hospitality?

“Thank you so much,” he said when you returned with the cup and set it in front of him. “It looks great!”

“Go ahead and try it,” you suggested, “and if you don’t like it, I’ll replace it for you with something else.”

Steven had absolutely no intention of telling you to your face that he disliked your favorite beverage, even if he did decide it wasn’t to his taste—much less make you go out of your way to make him another free drink. But as he sipped the heady, sweet mixture the spices melted over his tongue. Despite being served cold, the flavors warmed his mouth and settled cozily into his belly.

“Oh,” he suspired, licking the foam from his lips, “that’s lovely. You’ve won a convert.”

Your smile was nearly blinding with delight. “I’m glad! It’s not for everyone, certainly, but those who do like it always seem to love it. No in between, I guess.”

Steven resisted the urge to suck the entire thing down, folding it between his hands instead as he committed more details of your appearance to memory. Your black apron was a bit big for your frame, dwarfing you a bit, but your sweatshirt did, too—your jeans were well-fitted but not snug. You were wearing very little makeup, just a touch around the eyes, but it emphasized your lashes like a fawn’s. While comfortable, if a bit plain, your ensemble made you seem like the epitome of homey.

“How long have you lived in London?” he asked after another delightful sip.

“Since the start of spring semester,” you said. “It was a big adjustment to show up at the tail end of winter, but I think I’ve gotten the hang of it now for the most part. I still get lost occasionally, but that’s why Google Maps was invented. I’d be up a creek without a paddle without it.” You leaned against the counter again, bracing yourself on the stained surface and gazing up at him as if there existed no other person in the world. “I live right next to the campus, but I work here to get away even though my scholarships carry most of my bills and fees. Ironic, though, ‘cause I don’t exactly consider myself a socialite.”

“You’ve fooled me,” he said with a chuckle. “Bit odd bein’ an ambivert, yeah?”

“I really only talk a lot when I get excited or when I’m with people I’m comfortable being around,” you confessed shyly. “I’ve been told I talk too much about stuff nobody really cares about, so I try not to bother anyone.”

“Now who on earth would have gone and told you that?” he pressed, heart aching all the while. How many times had he been told the very same thing, sometimes with less polite wording?

“Oh, not exactly like that,” you rectified in a hurry, “it’s just…you can tell, you know? When someone isn’t really paying attention to anything you’re saying. I usually get interrupted anyway, so sometimes I find it easier just to keep quiet.” Your skin darkened again, and cleared your throat as you dipped your face to conceal it with a hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I went into all that. See? Rambling too much—words got away from me.”

It was like looking into a mirror—so much so that Steven almost felt a bit of deja-vu.

“No, don’t be sorry,” he said softly. “I understand completely—really, I do. Better than you might think.”

You raised your gaze back up to him, and he understood at once why the philosophers and poets both waxed so romantic on the concept of windows to the soul. He could see your tenderness, your diffidence, your sincerity all there in your jewel-like eyes.

“People talkin’ over you all the time,” he continued with a low murmur, looking down at the cup when the intensity of your stare grew too much—just like looking directly into the sun, “actin’ like you’re invisible or somethin’. Gets frustratin’, yeah? Couldn’t even bother to act like you’re there, could they? No. Seems like too much to ask.”

“Yeah,” you said somberly, but when Steven dared a glance up at you, your expression was one of complete understanding. Never before had he felt so seen. “It doesn’t help when you’re really not a people person to begin with.”

And now that Steven considered it more deeply, he realized that you were right—why did he prefer to stay home rather than go out? Keeping company with a goldfish certainly wasn’t an extrovert’s definition of a good time. Hell, the only reason he really went out of his way to engage with those on the fringes of his daily routine was because he felt it was rude not to because of constant exposure, not because he was itching to have the conversations themselves. He worried constantly that he’d overshare or annoy people, when most wouldn’t even think of it.

He let out a soft laugh, pressing a palm across his forehead.

You quirked a brow, your expression perking up just a bit at the sound. “What?”

“I just realized I’m not really a people person, either,” he said, shaking his head. “Thought all this time everyone else was just awkward at social interaction.”

“Oh,” you chuckled, and there was that ephemeral sparkle of mirth back in your eyes. “Well. Better late than never, right?”

“Right.” He paused, then set the drink on the counter to fish around in his pocket for his wallet. “Here, since you’ve been an absolute angel—”

“Oh, no, please,” you said, waving your palms at him in an attempt to dissuade him, “it was my pleasure. Finding someone else as big of a nerd about Ancient Egypt was tip enough, thank you. You’ve made my whole day.”

And even though his morning thus far had been an utter disaster, Steven believed that you had made his entire day, too.

“Well, all right.” He pointed a finger at you with a wry, toothy grin. “But next time you won’t be able to talk me out of it.”

“Next time?” you echoed, and the unadulterated hope in your eyes made his heart clench.

“Yeah,” he said, “where else will I be able to order the ambrosia of the gods? And nerd out about ancient civilizations? Not all baristas carry a double-edged sword like you do.”

You bit your lip, rolled the hem of your sleeve between your fingertips, and looked down and away. “Oh, stop it. It’s really just a hobby.” You gave him another cheeky smile. “But, if it would make a difference to you, since you seem the type…” You leaned in across the counter, and Steven found himself copying the action as though you had magnetized him. “...there’s a bookstore upstairs, too.”

Oh, bloody Nora, as if you weren’t already perfect enough.

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neverkayzat · 4 months

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My gift to @palebluebirdcomputer for the 2023 Moon Knight Mystery Swap! This was hosted by: @tiptapricot :D

It was a lot of fun working on this!! Below, you'll find that I had SO much more planned for this, but, because my computer hit the fan and decided to do a full system corruption (everything I worked on was lost), I only have the script and screenshots of it. However, I hope you enjoy plan B and have a great new years!!

(I don't know why on mobile it compresses these images horribly, but hey, they're not so compressed if you click on them or on computer! :D)

OKAY, so I was going to make this a different post, but I had an entire comic planned out haha.

This was the entire thing, aside from the reference page haha. EIGHTEEN PAGES WERE LOST. Worse? I already inked half of them and started coloring one. Wonderful.

First page - Jake turns off the blaring alarm. I managed to ink and color this page... well, color at least Jake in the Mr. Knight suit and the sarcophagus before my computer decided to die, so a win!

Second page - Included Jake waking up and getting ready for the day. I still have screen shots of the closet and this!! Hurray!!

After, it was basically a bathroom scene where Steven showed up, was like: "Hey, Marc's not getting up. Check what day it is today!" Jake checks, it's Rosh Hashana! Wow! No wonder why. Crazy. How do you want to spend it? Steven is like, I miss our families traditional food. Spoiler alert: They get the food and everyone sits down to eat together.

Next, Jake shows up and hangs out with Reese before Yehya bursts through the door with a lot of food. He would've walked to the kitchen, which is thankfully next to where everyone is (thank you Mission), and everyone else would follow suit as they helped put food away/prepare food (with banter, of course).

As they're putting away/preparing food, Greer shows up with William, and begins helping as well. We get a nice moment with Jake and William, where then he sends the kid off to grab Solider. William also gives Jake a "Happy Rosh Hashanah!" card spelt horribly that melts everyone's heart. Reese goes to put it on the fridge, and Greer and Jake have a nice moment together, now alone because Mission decided to make a wall to separate them from the others.

However, this is where the screenshots stop for some reason. After, it detailed the antisemitism in the past and how Marc feels uncomfortable with their Judaism because of everything that has happened, and because of that, how it's been a long time that they have fully celebrated Rosh Hashanah with their family. It effects Jake greatly because he loves his religion.

It ends off with them having a nice meal together and Marc finally showing up to say "Our new mishpocha... hm?" and Jake reciprocates the feeling.

HOWEVER! My computer decided to cry and crap itself, so now we're here with me longing for the snow. I hope you enjoyed this gift, even though it was Plan B, and once again, happy new years!! <3

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: ok i might be insane for this but i’m starting another series bc i need to get the daemyra x reader thoughts out. this first chapter focuses on rhaenyra and reader’s relationship, and in the next chapter daemon will come into the picture. i hope you all enjoy!!

(title is from “the moon with will sing” by the crane wives)

warnings: incest, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter One- Wait for Me

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You had begged and begged, pleaded with your father to reconsider. But his mind was set. You were to be sent to King’s Landing with your Septa, to find a husband.

You had no desire for a husband. Not yet at least. And you would be lying if you said that your eyes always had trouble choosing between the young knights and the handmaidens at your family home.

But you were a woman, not a man, and you lived in Westeros. You often thought about escaping to Dorne, where dalliances like that were more accepted.

But in Westeros, you would be considered nothing but a perverse woman, suffering from an aversion that was truly unholy.

Perhaps your emotions were shown on your face, because your Septa placed a hand on your knee.

She was a kind woman, and you had never had any problems with her.

“I’m sure you will find a kind husband, Lady Y/N.” The carriage rattled as you looked out the window, seeing the spiraling Red Keep rise above the rest of King’s Landing.

Her words did nothing to comfort you.

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The first few days at the palace were boring.

You thought that maybe a suitor would spark your interest, but none had. They were all superficial, caring only about status. But you wanted a man who could swoon you, and intelligent man. Recognize that, yes, you were a woman, but not condemn you for it.

You let out a sigh as Lord Tyrell kept talking. About grain shipments.

This was not the kind of intelligence you meant.

You sighed, looking over to your Septa. She was in the middle of poorly trying to hide a yawn, and saw your pleading gaze. She took pity on you, interrupting the poor man.

“Lord Tyrell, I apologize greatly for the interruption. But the Lady is looking quite faint. I fear it is time for us to retire.” You leaned back, very unladylike and put on your best pleasing face, putting a hand to your head.

“Oh, I fear I am. I am so sorry, Lord Tyrell.” He recovered quickly, nodding.

“Of course, My Lady. I understand. A woman has a fragile constitution.” You smiled through your disgust.

—-

Much later, your Septa had given you a few moments of piece in the library. After the horrible experience with Lord Tyrell, she felt bad. Giving you an hour to yourself was about the most she could do.

She could not save you from this cruel fate, could not take you away from this place.

No matter. You were happy, in this moment. The book you were reading, one about Old Valyria, interested you greatly. You leaned back in your chair, feeling yourself slip off.

You straightened at the sound of a palm smacking wood.

The most beautiful woman you had ever seen appeared around the corner.

Lilac eyes, silver-white locks, dark red dress that empathized every curve on her body. She seemed surprised to see you, and her eyes widened.

With a startling realization, you knew who this was.

The Princess.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was sweet as honey, as smooth as rain. “No one usually comes back here. I- I was looking for this particular book…” She trailed off, eyes devouring you just as you were doing with her. “I don’t recognize you. Will you do me the honor of your name?” She stepped forward, almost eager.

You were so stunned but her beauty, even more surprised that she cared to know your name, that your voice came out in a horrible stutter.

“L-lady Y/N, Your Grace.” You cringed inwardly, finally tearing your eyes away from her.

“No need to be nervous, Lady Y/N. I am only the Princess.” You let out a laugh. A true laugh. No fake flattery stained your voice, as it usually did when talking to suitors. It was the first time you had truly laughed in days. She smiled at you, before her gaze narrowed. She stared at the book in your arms, and you priced together in your mind what was happening.

“W-was this the book you were looking for? You can have it if you want. Your Grace.”

“Call me Rhaenyra. And, no. You had it first. It wouldn’t be fair of me to take it from you.” You smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to do under her burning stare.

She was truly a Targaryen. Fire made flesh. And her burning hot gaze reflected that, lighting a fire deep in your stomach.

“Would you mind if I sat with you, Lady Y/N? I’m quite cold, and your chaise is closest to the fire.”

Oh, Gods. She was going to sit next to you. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, who was staring at you like she wanted to eat you whole, was going to sit next to you.

“Of course. Your- Rhaenyra.” She smiled at your correction, and you eagerly moved to make space for her. You noticed she sat quite close to you, a random book having appeared in her hands.

But you paid that no mind, not even daring to dwell more on her. Developing a crush on the Princess was about the worst thing you could do.

You felt her presence next to you so strongly, so vividly, but forced yourself to push it away. The mere idea of Rhaenyra being anything other than friendly towards you was simply unbelievable. You doubted she liked women in the first place; and even if she did- she would never like you.

It was a while later before she spoke, her words acting like knives and puncturing the comfortable silence.

“Would you read to me, Y/N? Your voice is so lovely. I wish to read that book, but it would hurt me to pull you away from it. Please?” Her voice was calm, cold, and calculated. You had no doubt she was playing you like a violin.

“Of course, Rhaenyra.”

—-

“How did you sleep without me?” Her voice was the same as it had always been, sweet like honey and smooth like rain. You would never forget the sound of it.

“Terribly. I always get nightmares this time of year.” Her lips formed a pout, and she traced invisible lines on your arm.

“I would have brought you with me if I knew.”

“We can’t draw any attention to ourselves, Rhaenyra. You know this.” She leaned forward, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Is it so wrong for me to want to ignore that?” She smiled, but you heard the sadness behind her voice.

It had been six months since you had first met her, five since she had made you her Lady-in-Waiting, granting the two of you a bit more time together. Four since she had drawn you into her bed, with sweet kisses and promises of a forever together.

“They will not be able to stop us. Syrax is very fast, you know. We will cross the Narrow Sea, and I will never have to be deprived of hearing you read to me again.”

But now she was just here with you. Each laying on your sides, you placed your hands on her chest, fingers gracing the base of her throat. Her hand traces invisible lines on your arm.

You shut your eyes, letting your Rhaenyra take you in, hungry after being deprived for so long.

She had been forced onto some trip with her father, to somewhere you didn’t bother to remember. Not now that she was here with you. She was back, she was yours, and in this moment you didn’t care about anything else.

“My sweet girl,” Rhaenyra murmured, trailing your face with her finger. “I don’t think I can ever stay away from you. You’ll always just be in my heart.”

You hummed in approval, and she let out a small laugh. Her sweet girl.

She was hit with the sudden realization that you will not be hers for much longer.

“Let me hold you.” It might be the last time.

Your father has grown tired of you being unmarried, electing to betroth you himself. In a few weeks, you would be wed to an old, fat man from a small house in the Riverlands. So far away from her.

You shifted forward, pressing your face into the crook of her neck as her arms wrapped around you.

“Do you think you’ll have nightmares tonight?”

“No. Not with you here. Not with my Rhaenyra here.”

—-

The next morning, you were greeted with the sun’s rays shining down on you. The bed was cold and empty, Rhaenyra having put pillow under your head. It was a cheap replacement for her, but would suffice.

She exited the bathroom a few minutes later, moving the pillow and greedily tucking you back into her.

“Can’t stay away for long?”

“No. No, I can’t.”

The morning continued with a relative peace, until she spoke again.

“You’re leaving today, aren’t you?”

You hadn’t want to tell her. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted one more day with her.

“I’m sorry,” you felt the tears fall, but couldn’t care. She guided you to sit up, holding your face in her hands. “I just wanted one more day with you. We both knew this was coming, but I- I just needed this. I don’t think I can live without you, Rhaenyra.”

“Shh, my love. I’m glad you didn’t tell me. I wanted this last day with you as well.” You shut your eyes, and she pressed kisses all over your face. “You will live. You’ll live, you’ll bide your time. I’ll come save you.”

You let out a dry laugh. “I love you, Rhaenyra. But how could you possibly do that?”

She drew you into a hug. “Wait for me. Please.”

“Rhaenyra,” you whimpered, not even needing to say it. Of course you would.

“I’ll save you,” she whispered, whether to herself or you, you did not know.

—-

You left her chambers with a tear stricken face. You spent the day locked in your rooms, not trusting yourself or Rhaenyra to run back to each other.

Your father came to collect you. You seemed to move in slow motion.

You snuck away to her chambers, found her in a mess of books and papers and a random hairbrush. Things she had thrown about her room in a rage.

You kissed her goodbye.

You pulled away. Told her you loved her. She told you that she loved you more than anything, and she would be living her life with a mess of flesh in her chest that belonged to you.

You left, and looked back.

She started at you with those bright purple eyes, and a flushed face. Her fists were clenched. This might be the most beautiful she had ever looked.

You were married the next day.

—-

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Teach Me | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

In the same universe as Holy Mary (though it is not required to read)

Ever sense that amazing night of his life, Steven hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind or the fact he couldn’t please you. Ashamed of that, he wants you to teach him how

Warnings| Smut !8+ mfs, Oral (fem receiving), fluff cause it steven, he also may have cummed in his pants, slight praise kink, reader also calls him her “good boy”, some pet names too, fem!pronouns and descriptions

Word Count| 1.8k

Likes are greatly appreciated but reblogs and comments are golden!

Main MasterList | Moon Knight MasterList

A/N | Literary thank you for all the love on Holy Mary, that had my cheeks all red and shit. Also! I have reached 100 followers I plan to open up an event for requests and such to celebrate, so again thank you! i also realized after i wrote this there is some slight plot holes from this to Holy Mary, but y’all it’s whatever it my smut and i like it 😡 This is also just a little gift before I head on vacation, so enjoy :)

If you asked Steven the best day of his life was, he without any hesitation would say it was the night you took his virginity

The man was already enchanted by the mere presence of you, but now that he had the privilege of feeling all of you? The boy was whipped out of his mind

Still the one thing that lingered in him that night was that he couldn't make you finish. Even when you assured him that you were fine, he still craved to be the one and only person to make you feel as good as you made him

The only problem? He didn't know how

Ever since that night he turned into the classic horny teenage boy. You could bend over and cause your shirt to ride up the tiniest bit- immediately his thoughts would flood of all the things he wished to do with and only to you

It may have only been less than a week, but it was killing him. He needed a smudge, a taste, literary part of you

You weren't blind at all. In fact, you knew perfectly well what game you were playing. You were probably the biggest tease this man would ever meet. You lived by watching him squirm, doing everything in your power to see when he would break. You knew you could easily initiate it and end his suffering.

It was very anticlimactic in how he “broke”. You were busy making breakfast for the morning, dressed in one of his shirts and your underwear, only caring for comfort. Not realizing the burning stare of your lover. His eyes traveled up to the balls of your feet to the meat of your thighs, almost drooling at the sight. Without any thought he blurted out “I want to have sex again.” You paused in your cooking to turn to him with a raised but amused eyebrow, even the man, who said those words, looked shocked by his own statement

“That can be arranged.” You purred with a devilish smirk

Which leads you here, your back pressed against the headboard facing the man sitting in front of you. You still made him wait till after breakfast, just a tad bit more teasing before the main event. “I promise you'll do great.” You reassured him. It took some coaxing but he finally expressed that he wanted to learn what you liked, how to make you feel good, and you were more than willing to give him a greatest lesson

“Lesson number one- take off my shirt.”

“I think you mean my shirt.” He joked as his cold hands reached to the hem of your shirt, slowly bringing it up and over your head. You didn't bother to wear a bra, so when the brush of cold air hit your nipples they hardened. He didn't realize he fell into a trace at the sight of your bare chest until your finger snapped in front of his face. “Right! What's uh next?”

“Lesson number two.” Your sultry tone had him wide-eyed, eager for your instructions. Your hands brushed up and down on your stomach. “You want to tease me, feel me up, kiss me, anything to make the end result that much better.”

He wasted no time in leaning in to connect your lips. He struggled with the aspect of foreplay, although he loved spending his time connecting in a kiss he desired to give you more. He pulled back to speak “Ok- next?”

“Such an eager boy.” You teased, pushing your body to lay flat on the sheets. “Now, you can keep kissing me until you get down here.” Your fingers pointed to your panty covered parts “But slow, that's the best way.” You emphasized sense the man already looked and sounded winded from just the kiss

This time, his series of kisses were done with care and patience like you instructed. Making his way down your throat, to your breast where he paid special attention to each one. He did what felt natural, listening to the stubble moans when he licked on the hard buds. His lips made it closer to your stomach, but he remembered how you said to tease. So in the slowest movements, he made his way back up your body, claiming your heavenly lips once again

He marked your body like you were his canvas, leaving love bites all over your skin. Every time he bit into you, he made sure to leave it with a sweet kiss. At this point you were letting him do his own thing, he seemingly delighted in loving even the parts of yourself you weren't quite as fond of

Once more his lips traveled down your throat, past all the purplish markings until he reached your stomach. The feather light touch made you jerk “I didn't know you were ticklish.” He teased, “This is going to be so fun.” His hands hovered over the cotton fabric as he looked up at you in question. He remembered on that night how before you made any moves you always asked for his permission. At your nod he tutted in the same way you did. “Words my love.”

“That's my line…but you may precede.” He wasted no time in getting rid of your bottoms. His hands shook in excitement, so much that he almost ripped your underwear.

“Wow…you're hot.” He moaned in awe once the lower part of your body was naked. It may have not been the most romantic statement, but it was true “So, what exactly do I do now?”

“Start slow, then you can gradually build up speed.” “The best way is to tease me, then just dive in.” You both giggled at your choice of words

He kissed all the way up your right leg- letting his breath fan over when you needed him the most, only to ignore it to kiss the down your other leg. Hovering back over the sensitive skin he left quick nips on your inner thighs.

His own patience was wearing thin. His tongue licked a long-drawn-out stripe flicking off at the top. “Go faster.” came your breathless request. He proceeded to maneuver his tongue how you wanted- still you wanted more. “Yo–You can suck on it. Yes, that's it.” You tried to remember you were supposed to be guiding him- even though he was already doing wonders

He was a natural- following your exact orders to a T. When he sucked harder on the bud you gasped loudly causing his head to shoot up in concern “Shit, are you okay?” You whimpered at the loss of his mouth “What, did that feel good?”

“Yes you're doing so good” You placed your hand on top of the messy curls to push him back down. “Keep going” With the confidence that he was doing it right, he dived back in. For someone as inexperienced as him you were surprised at how quickly he grasped the concept.

His eyes never left your face- wanting to make sure his efforts were doing you justice. Your eyelids struggled to stay opened and you swear you can taste blood from how hard your teeth scraped your lips. His tongue had to be some form of magic as he traced all sorts of patterns doing anything to make you feel the best you possibly could

Your pleasure was his pleasure, your muffled moans were riling him up so much he inadvertently started rutting his hips into the sheets. When he added his fingers into the mix you almost lost it all, he had to use his other hand to pin your hips down

“Good boy, making me feel so good Steven.” Your praise excited him. His fingers moving rapidly in and out of you- as he made his tongue match the speed. You hand that you used to rake through his hair gripped even tighter, burning his scalp, making Steven all the more eager to continue

He watched as you pant and gasp in the lewdest of ways, clawing at anything you can get your hands on like a woman possessed. You completely forgot you were supposed to be guiding him- even though the man between your thighs was more or so an expert at this point

“Oh- I’m cumming, fuck Steven–.” Your words slur together as your hips press deeper in his mouth; your body tensed until you reached the high that had you seeing stars. Your head was thrown back against the pillows, mouth open with nothing but heated breaths flying in the air. His fingers start to cramp causing him to slow down- not even registering that he had brought you to orgasm. Because while you came hard, so did he

Your body was too sensitive to take anymore “No more– shit i can't–” Your shaky hands pushed him away, he left one final wet kiss against the sensitive organ. You legs twitch, and the brush of cold air makes you whimper

“So- How did I do?” he asks shyly- like he wasn't feasting on you just a few minutes ago. His lips and chin were soaked with your slick and he made no more to wipe it off- he looked as wretched as you.

You were completely blown away by the innocent not so innocent question “You- You were fucking amazing, that was mind blowing.” His chin tucked into his chest, flustered by your loving praise, but proud of his accomplishment. “Seriously Steven, where the fuck did that come from? I swear I've never come that hard in my life.”

“Well, there is this absolutely stunning woman, she's an excellent teacher.” You slap his shoulder with little energy, causing you both to giggle. As the laughter dies down, he leans to kiss you, still covered in your wetness but neither of you care. He holds your check- with his clean hand- and kisses you in the most tender way. Your hands travel down his chest, making your way to return the favor. You feel a wet patch staining his pants- causing you to break that kiss with a hum. “I- um I may have gotten a little excited.” He turns his head away, avoiding your eyes out of embarrassment.

You weren’t having any of that. “Hey” You turn his head back to you “It's okay, honestly I take it as a compliment.” You reassure him you're not mad, in fact the complete opposite. How could you be angry at this teddy bear of a man with such wonderful talents?

“You do?”

You hummed “I find it hot.” God, he thought creaming in pants like a teenage boy who just saw a pair of boobs for the first time would irk you, not turn you on. But, at this point he should expect no less

Your deadpan confession has him barking out a laugh “You one weird woman.” He joked

“Yeah- but I'm your weird woman.”

“That you are, my love.”

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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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Mortal Shenanigans || Khonshu x GN! Reader

summary: you have a night out.

SFW // fluff

word count: 5008

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

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

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

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

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

Which is why his lack of hair puzzled you greatly.

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

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

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

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

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

Typical Khonshu.

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

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

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

"Why don't you have any hair?"

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

"Hair?" he asked.

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

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

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

"Look nice?"

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

"Are you suggesting I get a yellow mohawk?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typical Khonshu.

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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.

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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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Hello Sunshine, Won't You Stay?

Santiago Garcia

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Summary: A song fic for the wonderful universe created by @astroboots, Homecoming, to Hello Sunshine by, you guessed it besties, my daddy Bruce Springsteen. If you haven't read Homecoming, I'm literally begging you to read it, but Ima be honest, Homecoming is like. THE STANDARD for Triple Frontier fanfiction. Does not take place any specific time, and OBVIOUSLY ITS JUST MY SILLY FIC SO IT'S NOT OFFICIAL IN TIMELINE but just it's when Santi is trying to figure out his place.

A/N: First of all, are y'all tired of my Bruce Springsteen and Fleetwood Mac references all the time? I will not be stopped. But also. Hi Astroboots I hope this isn't weird ;-; I just tend to hear songs and attached it to things and if I get really inspired I write a song fic, and I've been, predictably, listing to a lot of Springsteen and I just had this song going on repeat and thinking about Santi and Homecoming.

Warnings: Nothing much. Anxiety, commitment issues, mentions of death, mentions of sex.

Enjoy!!!

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Had enough of heartbreak and pain

I had a little sweet spot for the rain

For the rain and skies of grey

Hello sunshine, won't you stay?

Santiago laid in bed, wide awake as usual. The sun was up, so he was up, old habits die hard, he supposed. He could hear her in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast before she’d be heading out and goddamn if it didn’t smell good… He could get used to this… But he wont. Santiago refuses to. He had started to get used to it, that was the problem. Santiago had begun to form a routine; a dangerous thing for a man like him. He was supposed to be on the go, never staying in one place very long, coming and going as he pleased, french exits and one night stands. Men like Santi couldn’t form routines, can’t afford to. Routines mean regularity, and regularity means familiarity, familiarity means closeness. And closeness… Well that meant he could get hurt. Having something meant that it could be taken away, at any time. And he couldn’t stand to lose her and Frankie. In the morning, Santiago would wake up, take a piss, shower, and complain about something as he stumbled into the kitchen. That’s where she’d push a coffee into his hand with a soft smile and continue singing along to the radio as he leaned over the counter, watching her… Maybe she is talking to him about plans for the day, maybe it’s quiet, and they listen to Bruce Springsteen sing about glory days over the radio waves. After a while, somewhere between the coffee and when Frankie’s bedroom door opening, Santi’s mood had greatly improved, and by the time Frank’s socks are shuffling across the hardwood floors, firm hand patting Santi on the back as he mumbles a greeting on his way over to her, the sun is fully up and the room and the world seem just that might brighter. But see, therein lies the problem, doesn’t it? The world is brighter with them in it. It always had been, of course. Her, Frankie, and the Millers were some of the only things that ever brought him back to the states since his moms death, but everything that had been going on recently between Santiago, her, and Frankie had complicated things. What exactly that was, he wasn’t entirely sure himself. They hadn’t addressed it, they hadn’t talked about it, it simply was, and so far… Santi liked that. Until Frank kissed him.

You know I always liked my walking shoes

But you can get a little too fond of the blues

You walk too far, you walk away

Hello sunshine, won't you stay?

It wasn’t even anything out of the ordinary, they had kissed each others heads before; they were from very affectionate cultures, touching and chaste kisses were the norm, even between men, but this felt different, domestic… Like every morning, Santiago leaned against the counter as he drank his coffee, Billy Joel was singing “She’s Always A Woman to Me” and he couldn’t help but think of her ‘she steals like a thief but she’s always a woman to me…’ Right on time, as Santi’s mood lightened from the ‘grumpy old man’ Will referred to him as and into something more akin to a normal, functioning adult without commitment issues, Frankie emerged from his room. Santi auditorially tracked his steps, as always, as he did anyone within earshot but Frankie was for a particular reason. Bedroom doorway, down the hall, stop to take a piss, back down the hall, around the couch, hip checking the kitchen table yet again, and Santi waited, refusing to admit how eager he was for his friend's familiar touch on his back. It came, as it always did, the large hand tender on Santi’s ever-tense back, but accompanied by something else; a gentle kiss on the side of Santi’s head. Santiago watched her turn around, eyeing him nervously and looking questioningly at Frank. She knew what this would do. Catfish was in way too much of a sleep haze to connect any dots, but she always knew exactly how Santiago’s brain ticked. So, for the last week, Santi had avoided both of them, getting up ungodly early, going for a run until he knew both had left, and then finding any excuse to stay away from them. “Ben’s truck needs work” “Gotta help my sister move” “Gonna be on a zoom meeting for a few hours”. It was all bullshit and everyone knew.

You know I always loved a lonely town

Those empty streets, no one around

You fall in love with lonely, you end up that way

Hello sunshine, won't you stay?

Apparently, she had enough. Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact Santi had refused dinner yet again, and mumbled something about “getting out your hair soon”, and Santiago should’ve know what that would do to her; she had probably started plotting the second he disappeared. Never one to take Santiago’s bullshit, when Santi woke up this morning, he heard the distinct sound of the coffee pot going, and Fleetwood Mac on the radio; she had gotten up before him on purpose. ‘I’ve been ‘fraid of changin’ cause I built my life around you…’ he heard her sing softly along. Had she and Frank done that? The spare bedroom, the way she kept his things, the way Fish always asked him to stay, as if it was a favor to him, not an inconvenience… that was the problem. The kiss on the side of his head, the light way it had fluttered against his hairline, how Frankie hadn’t even looked at him, like it was completely normal. That wasn’t the worst part. The part that got him, the part that made Santiago go into fight or flight, made every nerve stand up on edge was that, yeah, it felt normal. It felt right. And he wanted it again. But Santi couldn’t intrude on their marriage anymore than he already had, it wasn’t plausible, it wasn’t possible. What would the guys think? How would he explain this to his sisters? Since when was he gay? He’d have to come out and god, he’d have to admit that part of himself to his own reflection first. It was all to much. So he was hiding. Hiding in his bed, tracking every sound in the house, hoping to god she’d leave. It was saturday, who knew what the schedule looked like, weekends always depended, and since he had missed any time with her or Frank this week, it was all up in the air. She did this on purpose. She knew she had to corner him, force him to make a choice, one way or another, and she knew what he wanted. She’d seen it in his eyes every time he watched her, everytime she watched him watch Frank leave the room, and that time they spent together, as he watched Frankie pound into her and he couldn’t decide which one of the pair of them he wanted to be more…

You know I always liked that empty road

No place to be and miles to go

But miles to go is miles away

Hello sunshine, won't you stay?

But the fact is he wanted to be both. He wanted to touch her, feel her, fuck her, but he also wanted to taste Frankie; his mouth, his cock, every inch of skin on the man. Why did the idea scare him so much? Was it the fact he’d be entering into a relationship with two people? Would it be admitting he was bisexual? Or was it the fact he’d be opening himself up to more than just friendship. He had friends, close friends he loved dearly, he had vulnerabilities when it came to them, seeing Will shot made him lose focus and watching Tom die certainly had an affect on him that no one dared bring up, but there was also the death of his mom, a life in the military and a litany of other issues in that brain of his that caused him to push anyway people that got too close. How was he supposed to bury another friend? None the less someone he loved? And death wasn’t the only problem, what if they got tired of him? And that’s not a what if, that was a when. She said he had a home here, that this place would always be his… but no one ever wanted him around that long. Santiago was a temporary person, a rolling stone, people could take him in small doses, but this little morning routine he had come to love so much would only end in disaster. One day she would be tired of making coffee for him and yell at him to make his own, one day Santi would say something hurtful as he always did when trying to push people away, one day Frankie would be over Santi staring at his wife’s ass… But what if they didn’t? The sound of singing and the smell of food was growing tempting… What if they really, genuinely wanted him to have him long term in their life? And what if Santi could push back all his instincts to run away and allow himself a home… because this feels like home, this feels like forever… What if he just… tried? It could hurt, it could hurt real fucking bad… but god, the glimpse of domesticity and the little slice of this american life he had seen so far, he didn’t want to lose. Was it worth the risk? Maybe he didn’t have to make a commitment, not forever, not right now… but he could make a choice for right now. Frankie was in the kitchen now, no doubt giving her a kiss on the cheek, and he could keep the ghost of his lips on his skin. He could allow them in, allow himself to love and be loved in return by two people who already know the darkest sides of him and still chose, no, fought to keep him in their lives… plus, he really had to pee…

And miles to go is miles away

Hello sunshine, won't you stay?

Hello sunshine…

Santiago put on his socks, hating the feeling of cold foot on his feet and with a deep breath, he opened his bedroom door, the sound of her voice singing Anerican Girl became joyfully louder as the wooden barrier was lifted. He allowed the music, the instruments and her voice and Frankie’s in tandem with Tom Petty to surround him, fully and completely surrendered as it penetrated through him and Santi thought ‘I can get used to this...’ After the bathroom and his usual shower, he dressed and nervously walked into the kitchen, where he found her cooking, and Frank in Santi’s usual position; leaning over the counter, staring at her ass. ‘She was an American girl; raised on promises…’ Santi knew Frankie wouldn’t do what he had done before, not at the risk of scaring Santi off again, so Santiago slide up beside his friend “buenos dias, hermano”, patted his back and, shakily and hesitantly, kissed Frank’s temple, and whispered, loud enough that he knew she heard too, but quiet enough he could pretend he only said it to himself. “Te echaba de menos”

She turned around, his favorite mug in hand and a knowing smile on her face. “Hello, sunshine” She extended the mug to him, a gesture Santi hesitated on taking, knowing the weight of what it meant. “You staying for coffee?”

He looked at her kind eyes, looked at Frank’s softly waiting face, and back to the coffee, taking it in his hand.

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ANYWAY I HOPE YA'LL LIKED THIS I HOPE IT WASN'T TERRIBLE AND I HOPE IT WASN'T CRINGE TO WRITE A FIC FOR A FIC

I've had a v v v v bad day with so much anxiety (I aint had an anxiety attack in like a year, but two this week thanks to bad friends) andalthough it's one am and my first day of class is literally tomorrow, writing this was the only thing that managed to get me to stop shaking and think about something ELSE

Ima take a moment to plug Awakening Series Masterlist, if you're into poly/gay/group sex, shit like that, might enjoy it! It's got 3 parts right now all leading up to group sex, but the next few chapters will be a few different things!

Also, if you like how I write Santi, check out my PRIDE AND JOY! My recently completed series Leather and Lace. Check all warnings bc it's pretty intense in content but I've been told it was handled well, and I'm very happy with how it ended, and opening up the gate for Frankie's story next <3

And to Astroboots, I gotta say again, I love homecoming (and red flags!!!) and I wanna say a huuuggee THANK YOU!!! For writing it!!! it makes me so happy and so horny at the same time.

tagging people who I know read homecoming/reblogged the first story or something, instead of my usual whores, sorry if you literally dont care, you can ignore this lol

my loves, @welcometostayingawake @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @axshadows @softlyspector

#homecoming #santiago garcia #frankie morales #francisco morales #santiago pope garcia #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #Santiago garcia fanfiction #frankie morales fanfiction #oscar isaac #pedro pascal

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 4 months

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Is the original Vengeance of Moonknight run a good read?

Are you talking about the 2009 Vengeance of the Moon Knight: Shock and Awe by Gregg Hurwitz and Jerome Opena ?????

Oh boy.

You are asking me to review things out of order and ahead of schedule you naughty annon.

Trust me, I will review the heck out of this one.

If anything, the art alone is STUNNING. Opena went OFF.

It also involves a fantastic approach to his armor/outfit that works wonderfully. The colorists also went off on this series and the clash of warm and cold colors makes me very happy.

The bad guys? It takes place during a huge Osborn uprising in the comic timeline and Osborn sure is causing PROBLEMS.

It also involves another of my favorite heroes that Marvel tucks away and brings out once in a blue moon: The Sentry!

(We love Bob Reynolds in this house). He is often seen as the other side to Moon Knight. He embodies the light and sun and all that is good. He also has three sides to him (though it's not confirmed or cannon that he is a system with DID). He does have significant mental health issues as Bob/Sentry/Void.

As for the story itself….

Now the thing to know about Shock and Awe is that it takes place after the Huston/Benson run 2006-2009.

In the Huston run, we get a LOT of Marc dealing with Marc issues. Not to mention that time Marc faked his own death (again) and ran off to take care of business.

So him coming back is VENGENCE for all the shit that went down in the Huston/Benson run.

In Shock and Awe, we also are following Marvel Civil War (2006-2007) so the Avengers are also having a time and are licking their wounds and a little bitter… And Moon Knight is also a little bitter about the way that he was dismissed as too crazy to get involved…. But then again… so was Bob.

.......I'm getting way ahead of myself. IS THE STORY GOOD?

I haven't read it since at least 2010. Back then, just getting into Moon Knight, I ate it up. But there was also zero Moon Knight content out there so I'd have taken anything (ALMOST ANYTHING. No thank you Bendis/Bemis/Aaron) that was handed to me that vaguely looked like Moon Knight.

So younger me greatly enjoyed it. Has it stood up to time and the current understanding of Moon Knight? I don't know... I haven't started the re-read yet. So... Keep that in mind when I say YEAH I loved it! But I also know it had a LOT of problems.... like... a lot. But not nearly as bad as certain other runs....

It 100% treated Moon Knight's mental health as a big joke, you got a lot of violence and angry moody Marc, and anything with Avengers and Osborn is gonna get messy. ...BUT THE ART IS SO PRETTY.

...I'm sorry I can't answer your question well right now. I really need to get back into re-reading soon. My memory is absolute dog shit.

I'm taking January off from my re-reads for personal reasons and hope to get back in Feb or March.

#Ask away #talk to me about Moon Knight

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theseveredspirit · 4 months

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Marvel's WHAT IF...? Series is one the best Projects to have happened with Disney.

Season 1 had a Good Introduction for those who were unfamiliar with the Comic Issues where these characters are in different situations. Although, the episodes were SLIGHTLY different scenarios than ae had hoped. Still great nonetheless for what it did! It's as if they were testing the waters with it!

Now, with Season 2, it's a MAJOR improvement with its Smoother Animation, it's Artstyle, and Backgrounds! The Environments where these Characters were in were greatly improved. (possibly taking inspiration from Spider-Verse and Arcane!)

It was all the more enjoyable for fans alike for their favorite characters to return even more so!

I think what's it's also admirable is that they were able to have MOST of The Original Actors who played their Characters from the Movies! It adds even another layer of UNTOUCHED DEVELOPMENT towards themselves to their Universe and to who were around them! ❤️

For me personally, i've enjoyed them all!

Season 3 is looking good so far!

I just hope we see more Characters such as...

Shang Chi

Kate Bishop / Hawkeye

Marc Spector / Moon Knight

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Jennifer Walters / She-Hulk

Daredevil / Matt Merdock

Etc!

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Do you know comics where moon knight team up with strange? Or deadpool?

Or where he interact with magic marvel characters?

Oh, for sure! Moon Knight has teamed up with Doctor Strange a couple times, as well as with Doctor Voodoo and Clea. There's also the Damnation event which involved a whole slew of magic users and magic-adjacent characters, including Doctor Strange, Doctor Voodoo, and Wong. The event itself, however, is,,,,unfortunately (fair warning, the following is largely just my opinion) not the greatest in its portrayal of MK. It tends to use Mr. Knight as the comedic relief and the "comedy" boils down to "ohohoheehee I'm so unstable and can someone please recommend me a psychiatrist," which can be...abrasive if you're feeling charitable and I've seen others who were feeling decidedly less charitable describe it as a little offensive. Which is a shame, because at least in my eyes, the event has a great line up and could have been even better. I'll throw in the citations though for anyone who wants to check it out and form their own opinions.

MK's relationship with Deadpool is uuuuh unfortunately a bit more rocky. Moon Knight's goals rarely line up with Deadpool's in the 616 Universe, so MK doesn't "team up" with Wade so much as, as I said in this post (and I quote myself not to self-aggrandize, but because, well, I'm not particularly creative in my metaphors), use Wade like one of "those stress-relief squeeze toys." Moon Knight was greatly intrigued when he discovered Wade can't die and consequently uses that to his advantage. Outside of the 616 continuity, Mr. Knight is much more sympathetic to Wade in Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again, but gosh, I never feel great recommending that series without some degree of forewarning. While I genuinely enjoyed some moments, as you can probably guess from the title,,,,it has such a terribly sad ending that still kind of haunts me tbh. But I'll include that just in case you're curious! All of the associated citations are beneath the cut as this was starting to get a bit long (whoops mea culpa)

Doctor Strange

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #36: A classic two hero team-up

Marc Spector: Moon Knight (vol. 1/1989), #44 and #46: Strange was pivotal in I guess what could be considered exorcising a demon out of Moon Knight

“The Empty Tomb,” Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2022), #2: I'm not entirely sure if this is 616-compliant (and I kind of hope it isn't personally), but this is another case of Marc approaching Stephen for medical/mystical advice The following are instances I found of MK and Strange being on a larger team together but their interactions are comparatively minimal

Marvel Knights (Vol. 1/2000), #8

Original Sin (Vol. 1/2014), #4

Punisher (Vol. 13/2022), #9-12

(Special Note) The Avengers (Vol. 8/2018), #33: the infamous time Marc punched out Strange and stole the Eye of Agamotto, which Marc mentions he wishes he could properly apologize for in Death of Doctor Strange: Spider-Man (Vol. 1/2022), #1 and is pointedly brought up by Wong in Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #9 (the Damnation event is also alluded to in that latter issue) Deadpool

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2009), #7-8: Their only major interaction, as far as I'm aware, but it's not a team-up unfortunately (mainly they just beat each other up)

Deadpool (Vol. 4/2008), #28-9: Some collaborative work together, but the most interaction they have is when Moon Knight needs very little prompting to snap Deadpool's neck (unfortunate all around)

Deadpool (vol. 4/2008), #49.1: the previous incident gets a one-page musical reprise (this is Deadpool we're talking about, so you know I'm not kidding hahaha)

Deadpool: Assassin (Vol. 1/2018), #4: They do manage to have a comparatively amicable one-panel interaction here though...

“So White. Yet, So Dark,” Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood (Vol. 1/2022), #1: ...but not amicable enough that Marc will lend Wade the Mr. Knight suit the next time they see each other

Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe Again (Vol. 1/2017) #1-3

Doctor Voodoo

Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #21: Classic team-up

Marc Spector: Moon Knight (vol. 1/1989), #6-7: Classic team-up

Black Panther (Vol. 3/1998), #20-22: Collaborated on a team together

Clea

Strange (Vol. 3/2022), #5: An absolute delight of a classic team-up

Doctor Strange (Vol. 6/2023), #2: Mr. Knight calls her and Stephen in on a case

Bonus: according to Strange (Vol. 3/2022), #9, after working together, Clea thinks Moon Knight is a "dear," much to Stephen's consternation.

Moon Knight did work with the Strange Academy kids in Strange Academy: Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2023), #1, but that ends on a bit of a cliffhanger (for MK at least) that never did quite get resolved, unless I missed something entirely.

The issues Moon Knight appears in for the Damnation event are as follows, in chronological order:

Doctor Strange: Damnation (Vol. 1/2018), #1-2

Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #15

Doctor Strange (Vol. 4/2015), #387

Doctor Strange: Damnation (Vol. 1/2018), #3

Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #16-17

Doctor Strange: Damnation (Vol. 1/2018), #4

And with that, I'll leave you with something that could have been and something I will never miss a chance to bring up: Greg Smallwood's Midnight Sons (I WEEP for roads not taken, let me tell you)

I hope there's something in here that is of interest to you! Happy reading!

#Knight Mail #Moon Knight comics #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Mr. Knight #Doctor Strange #Stephen Strange #Doctor Voodoo #Jericho Drumm #Clea #Clea Strange #Thanks for helping me ring in the new year with Moon Knight!#(And may this year be even better for all of you than the one before it)#And as always please let me know if anything's unclear (sorry if this ended up being...too much tangential info alskdf)#or if there are any other references or images you would like for me to grab as I would be happy to assist! :D #particularly since the magic user side of Marvel is not one I have dabbled in as much #this post had me second guessing myself like: I know he's on that one Midnight Sons-esque team for the Damnation event #but does Iron Fist count as a magic user???#Does Valkyrie? Ghost Rider?? The Shroud???? hahaha I was starting to completely lose the thread #So yeah please just let me know if there are any other specific characters you would like for me to look for :D This was a lot of fun!#I always love thinking about Moon Knight as a more magic-adjacent character as much as he's a street-level hero (and sometimes Avenger)#he has the RANGE

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isshua · 2 years

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Messianic Aureation

Chapter 3: Amidst the Woods, Allies are Found

Summary: Cara wakes up after her night of running and discovers some strange things. Deciding that staying in one place is too much of a risk to her safety, she decides to head out into the forest to seek better shelter from the searching eyes of the knights.

Third chapter is out, hope you guys enjoy it! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! :)

Chapter 4 is here

The sound of birds chirping was what Cara awoke to. She groaned and blearily opened her eyes, noticing how every single part of her body was aching as she slowly became aware of herself and her surroundings.

Where am I?

There was a pounding in her skull that felt like the thumping of a second heartbeat. Each pulse made her feel dizzy and sick.

Why am I in a forest?

She started to push herself up, but immediately fell back down on her stomach when a wave of nausea hit her. Cara clutched her head and squeezed her eyes shut when everything began to spin.

Breathe. Just breathe. She took in deep breaths through her nose and let the air slowly whoosh out of her mouth. Slowly, her headache alleviated into a tolerable throb. When she opened her eyes for a second time, the world was stationary, and the about-to-vomit sensation that had been building up in her stomach ebbed away. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. They felt puffy, a sure sign that she had been crying in her sleep.

Why was I crying?

Oh, right. I was nearly killed yesterday.

Last night’s memories resurfaced as she fully regained consciousness: Monstadt, the Knights of Favonius, Jean’s red eyes, the Monstadt civilians calling her an imposter of a god…it hadn’t been a dream after all. She suddenly felt like curling back up and hiding in the forest for the rest of the day.

No. I have to start moving. Those knights from last night said they were going to come back and search for me again in the morning. Cara had no idea what time it was, but judging from where she could see sunlight filtering through the trees, she had to guess that it was at least noon. Those knights could return to this location at any moment now. Maybe they already had, and just hadn’t spotted her. Either way, she knew it was time for her to find a more secure hiding place.

She emerged from the cover of the bushes and stood up on wobbly legs. When she looked down at her clothes, she saw that her beautiful shirt and shorts were smeared with dirt. The twin tails of her cape were creased and hung raggedly behind her. She could just imagine how utterly pathetic she appeared right now.

It took her a moment to realize that there were bandages covering her arms, knees, and hands.

Every injury she had received last night was treated, including her handcuff bruises. Cara observed the messy application: the bandages weren’t neatly wrapped around the wounds and looked sloppy and hurriedly done. Whoever had patched her up obviously wasn’t a doctor. But they had done the trick, and the cuts didn’t hurt as much as they had yesterday. She could even rotate her wrists repeatedly without feeling any sort of intense pain.

This meant that she had been discovered. But for some reason, Cara didn’t feel afraid. The person who found her hadn’t handed her over to the Knights of Favonius, and had even tried to heal her. For that, she was thankful. But she knew she wasn’t safe. She couldn’t trust anyone right now. She didn’t have time to wait for this mystery ally and thank them for their kindness. Her main goal should be to get as far away from Monstadt City as possible.

Amid the dirt of the forest floor, something winking in the afternoon light caught her eye. Cara bent down and reached for it tentatively, her fingers grazing over a dried scattering of bronze droplets that sparkled dully whenever the sun hit them. Another memory rose up in her mind. Her cuts and bruises from last night; in the light of the moon, they had glittered gold.

No way. My blood isn’t gold, she thought. Stupid Cara, you were probably hallucinating from how terrified you were last night. This wasn’t dried blood…at least, not her dried blood. She knew there were quite a lot of fantastical creatures living in Teyvat, so who knew if there was something out there in this world with golden blood. It’s not my problem right now. I have to get away from here.

She straightened and started off in an aimless direction, not caring about which particular way she was going. Her best bet would be to head to a place where the Knights of Favonius didn’t have a lot of influence. Only Jean, Lisa, Lawrence, and Swan truly knew what she looked like. They would pass on their information to those within the city walls, but if she was lucky, news of her looks hadn’t gotten far yet. The farther away she was from the city, the safer.

I could go to Springvale. I don’t think there are any knights over there. But there were still people, so perhaps it wasn’t the best decision. But I don’t have the map of Monstadt memorized off the top of my head, and I have no idea where I am. With how thick these woods were, she guessed that she had to be either in the Whispering Woods or Wolvendom.

The Whispering Woods would be more ideal. Cara absentmindedly kicked a rock, which went rolling away into the shadows. I don’t feel like running into any wolves right now. She remembered a specific piece of information dating back to Razor’s story quest: Wolvendom wolves usually didn’t attack humans. But that didn’t make her feel any better, being that they were still wild animals, predators who could smell her blood if she drew too close to their territory. It would be wise of her to avoid them.

Snap.

Cara stopped dead in her tracks.

She whipped around; the foliage of the forest were the only sights that greeted her. Nothing moved. There wasn’t even a breeze ruffling the leaves of the trees. And yet, she knew she had heard something behind her.

It has to be my imagination, she thought. Being alone out here must be starting to play tricks on my mind. She continued to stare suspiciously out into the trees before slowly turning and continuing her trek. The forest seemed to feel different now; no longer did it feel like a place of cover to hide in. Now, it felt more like a prison, keeping her locked deep inside to allow whatever dangerous forces-be it Knights of Favonius or wolves-to hunt her down with convenience. Perhaps hiding out here hadn’t been the best idea, after all.

Crack.

To her right, another distinct noise of movement. Cara felt her body go numb with fear as dread began to crawl its way up her spine. She could feel it, like nails trailing icily down her neck. She was being watched.

The knights wouldn’t do this. She knew that if they spotted her, they would immediately give chase, letting their presence be known and unintentionally giving her the opportunity to escape from them. But this…thing, whatever or whoever it could be, was following her from the shadows. It was stalking her, tracking her…hunting her.

How do I run from something that I can’t even see?

How am I supposed to escape?

She took a step back, then another, preparing to make a break for it and blindly run.

And then a hand clapped over her mouth.

Cara started. A scream rose in her throat as her attacker’s grip tightened, but it was muffled by their palm. Another hand grabbed her arm and yanked her backwards into the cover of the undergrowth. She struggled, another stifled yell leaving her.

“Quiet!” a voice hissed into her ear. “She’ll hear you!”

Cara went still. The hand gripping her arm wrapped around her waist and held her close to the chest of the stranger. She couldn’t see their face, but she could feel the way their heart was pounding wildly against her spine. She grabbed the arm of the hand covering her mouth and attempted to release herself, a muffled whine escaping her closed lips.

Snap. Crack.

Someone else stepped into her line of view, exactly to her right. Cara thought she felt her own heart stutter to a halt within her chest when she saw who it was.

It was Amber.

The Outrider had her bow drawn, an arrow nocked and loaded, its tip pointed towards the ground and giving Cara a full view of how sharp it was. The stranger held their breath, and she found herself following suit. The bushes surrounding them seemed to close in, as if moving to shield them from the sight of the woman standing a mere few inches away.

Amber scanned the area, eyes narrowed, features stony and intense. It was a sharp contrast from the Amber Cara knew when she played Genshin Impact. The Outrider was always so outgoing and bubbly whenever she interacted with her through the mechanics of the game. This Amber was sharp and serious, possessing a menacing aura to her that had fear seizing Cara in its hold. She felt like a rabbit being hunted by a fox-ironic, she couldn’t help but think. Amber was a hunter, a tracker, someone who knew the woods surrounding Monstadt City like the back of her own hand. Cara was in her territory, her domain; if this mysterious stranger hadn’t saved her in the knick of time, she could have had an arrow buried into her heart by now.

The moment seemed to stretch on forever. Amber didn’t move, only continued to search the area with her eyes. The wind had picked up, blowing southward, causing the bunny ears of her bow to flatten slightly. She grimaced. “Downwind,” she muttered quietly. “Won’t be able to track her scent now. Ugh, annoying.”

When she finally moved, Cara nearly flinched. The grip of the stranger tightened when Amber turned left to directly face their position amongst the bushes, her gaze traveling over their heads. One look down and she’ll see us, Cara thought. Why hasn’t she found us yet? This shouldn’t be hard for her. Cara wasn’t exactly wearing camouflage, after all. It was like there was some outside force working to keep her undetectable. Could it be the work of the stranger?

“Could have sworn she came this way,” Amber whispered. “Where did she go? It’s like she completely disappeared.” She sighed and visibly relaxed a little. Cara felt a slimmer of hope. Was she giving up and turning back?

Then her eyes turned downward, and Cara felt them settle upon her-or rather, the bushes she was hiding in. Amber squinted at them closely. Her head was tilted, almost as if she was listening to something. The stranger was holding her so tightly, it felt like they were crushing the air out of Cara’s lungs.

When she looked into her eyes, she could have sworn that Amber’s irises were tinged with a bright red.

The Outrider took a slow step forward. She shifted her bow into one hand and raised the other. Cara could only watch in horror as she reached out, everything moving at a slow-motion pace as Amber prepared to swipe the bushes away. She’s going to find me. She’s going to see me. She’s going to kill me. Oh my god, she’s really going to kill me.

“Outrider Amber!”

Amber’s hand jerked back.

A Knight of Favonius came floundering through the bushes, panting heavily. “Thank the Archons, I finally found you,” he said between breaths. “You…you aren’t easy to track down, you know.”

“Oh, hello!” Amber’s demeanor changed instantly. She sheathed her bow and put her hands on her hips. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“I’m with the 4th Company,” the knight replied. “Captain Eula has asked me to find you and bring you back to HQ. The Acting Grand Master is arranging a party to head to Dragonspine to search for any leads on the heretic and to ask Chief Alchemist Albedo if he has seen any traces of her in the mountain area.”

“Oh! Okay! Let’s go, then. Maybe that’s where she went. I don’t know how she could have escaped my sight so quickly, though. Dragonspine isn’t far from here, so perhaps that’s where she went.”

“You tracked her? Out here?” the knight asked earnestly. “That’s so impressive! Honestly, you're probably the most capable person in all of Monstadt for this mission! The Acting Grand Master was smart, putting you on the investigation team!”

“Aw, no need for the praise!” Amber laughed. “It’s my job, after all! I was following the heretic’s trail all the way out to here. I mean, she was certainly making it easy for me. But then all of a sudden, all traces of her just disappeared! I don’t know what happened, but I’m starting to think that her leading me out here was all just a trick.”

“The Acting Grand Master said that the heretic could be using an Anemo Vision to help her escape detection,” the knight said. “It explains how she outran all of us last night with incredible speed. It was like the wind picked her up and flew her away! You should have seen it!”

“I wish I had been there. If I was, I could have shot her out of the sky while I had the chance.” Amber sighed. “How a heretic has a Vision is something I don’t understand. But I do agree that she’s using something to hide from us. Anyway, let’s get going. I doubt we’ll have any luck finding her here. I’m sure Albedo will have a few ideas.”

The two of them left Cara’s field of vision. She listened to them walk away, refusing to breathe only until she couldn’t hear them anymore. The stranger’s grip loosened, and they finally released her from their hold. She stumbled out of the bushes and leaned against a tree, sweat beading her brow. Too close. That was way too close. One more move and she would have found me.

Something touched her shoulder, and Cara whipped around and pressed her back against the tree. She faced her captor, legs bent in preparation to run-

Her eyes widened. This was not who she was expecting to see.

“Razor?”

The young wolf boy looked back at her with concern. He held up his hands. “Your Grace,” he murmured. “Calm, please. No need to fear.”

“What…what are you doing here? You were the one who saved me?”

Razor nodded. “Yes. I find you last night, hurt. Use wolfhook, heal cuts. Keep watch while you sleep, then follow when you woke up. Protect you, keep you safe.”

Cara glanced down at her bandages. “You did all this?”

“Not all of it. Had some help.” He held out his hand to her. “Come with me. I take you to safe place. Too many knights here.”

Cara hugged herself and stepped away from the tree, circling Razor until her back was to the direction Amber and the knight went. He made no moves to stop her, though he did seem troubled by her distrusting attitude towards him. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“Not a trick, I promise,” Razor replied. “Won’t touch you, if that’s what you want. Want to help Her Grace. Please, trust me?”

He looked so hopeful, sounded so sincere. Cara desperately wanted to believe he had good intentions. Razor was one of her favorite characters in Genshin Impact. He was on her team all the time and had been one of the first characters she had achieved a level 10 friendship status with. He could be lying…but Razor wasn’t one to lie. And after all, he had just saved her life from Amber. Why would he do that if he wanted her dead?

“You don’t want to kill me?” she asked.

Razor shook his head fervently.

She sighed and dropped her arms to her sides. “Alright, fine. I’ll come with you. You lead the way. But don’t try touching me, and don’t walk too close. If you try attacking me, I promise you, I’ll run.”

Razor looked relieved. He smiled at her and headed off into the woods, beckoning her to follow. “I take the lead. Follow me.”

Razor led her northwest past Springvale, the two of them avoiding the main path and keeping to the cover of the trees. The wolf boy didn’t speak much, only murmuring to her when he had to as they climbed short cliffs and trekked quickly through open fields. Occasionally Cara noticed groups of hilichurls gathered together, something that had her on edge. Razor seemed to notice this and always tried to reassure her that they wouldn’t be able to harm her with him there. “I have iron claws and teeth of thunder,” he proudly declared. “I protect you.”

She found herself starting to believe that Razor truly didn’t mean her any harm. If he wanted to kill her, he would have done so already, and he was actively abiding by her requests by keeping ahead of her and never touching her unless necessary. Perhaps she really could trust him.

They passed by an empty Shrine of the Depths, and stopped at a cliff overlooking a narrow canyon. Beyond it, the barren trees of Wolvendom rose up like gnarled fingers splayed out against the sky. Razor pointed at them. “There is home. You will be safe there. Help is waiting there too.”

They continued walking along the border of the canyon and through the fields until the trees of Wolvendom were near and Cara could see the area’s Pyro totems alight with an inviting light. Razor brought her over to the nearest one and ushered her to sit down. “Rest. I’ll be back with food. You like sunsettias?”

“Um.” Cara shrugged. “Sure, I guess? I’ve never had one.”

“Oh!” Razor looked delighted. “Her Grace will try new food! That makes me happy. I’ll be right back!” He darted off into the woodland, leaving Cara alone.

She sighed and sat down, leaning against the Pyro totem. Its warmth seeped into her bones and made her feel bliss. The summer heat was stifling, but this type of heat was nothing but invigorating-perhaps because it had come from a Pyro Vision. The tension in her muscles eased, and she felt herself fully relax for the first time since she had arrived in Teyvat. The ambiance of Wolvendom lulled her into a sleepy state, and her eyes drooped closed.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps, and when she opened her eyes, she expected to see Razor.

The person standing in front of her was not Razor. But it was someone she recognized. “Bennett?” she said.

Bennett was staring at her with wide eyes. He dropped the backpack he was carrying and knelt down in front of her. “Your Grace!” he exclaimed. “Oh, thank the Archons, you made it here safely! Razor brought you here, right? Where did he go?”

“He went to go pick some sunsettias,” Cara answered. “But Bennett, what are you doing here? Are you the help Razor said is waiting for me?”

Bennett leaned back on the balls of his feet and nodded. “Yeah! Razor found you in the Whispering Woods. He told me about you, and we helped patch up your wounds. I wanted to stay to guard you last night in case any knights came across you, but Razor asked me to fetch some supplies and meet you two in Wolvendom. I’m glad you guys got here in one piece.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I know someone with luck like mine probably isn’t the ideal person to ask for help, but I’m going to try my best to protect you! That is, if you want. I-I don’t want to force you to accept my help if you don’t want it.”

“No, no, Bennett, it’s-it’s okay.” Cara assured him with a smile. “I’m glad you're here. Really, I am. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be helping me.”

Bennett looked shocked for a moment, and then gave her a dazzling smile. “Then I’m happy to help, Your Grace! You can count on me!”

“Um, can I ask you something?” Cara asked. “Why do you and Razor keep calling me that?”

“What do you mean?” Bennett replied.

Before she could answer, Razor returned with an armful of sunsettias and wolfhook berries. “Your Grace, you’ve met Bennett! He is here to help, good friend to me and you! I brought sunsettias for eating and wolfhook to heal wounds. Here!” He put the berries down in a neat pile and held a sunettia out to her. “Good food, safe to eat! You enjoy!”

Cara took the fruit and turned it over in her hands. She hesitantly took a bite. A colorful burst of flavor erupted in her mouth, making her instantly realize that she hadn’t had anything to eat since yesterday afternoon, before all of this chaos began. Her stomach ached for more, and she devoured the sunsettia ravenously.

“You like it?” Razor asked with hope.

“It’s delicious!” Cara answered. “Thank you, Razor. I didn’t expect sunsettias to taste so good.”

“Very healthy, good for everyone.” Razor moved the pile of fruits closer to her. “Eat sunsettias, but not wolfhook. Wolfhook for healing. If you eat, stomach will hurt.”

“Oh, by the way Your Grace, let me redress your wounds.” Bennett grabbed his backpack and opened it. “I have some fresh bandages with me. Can I see your arms and legs?”

Cara held her arms out to him and moved her legs forward. Bennett carefully unraveled the old bandages, revealing her skin. He paused. “Oh.”

Cara stared at her arms and knees, mouth open in shock.

Her cuts were healed. Every single one of them, with no trace of any scabs. But there was something to see. When the sun hit her arms and knees, she saw the scars of the wounds shining with a bright golden color, as dazzling as precious metal.

“What the fuck,” she whispered.

“I guess I should have seen that coming,” Bennett said. “Looks like you don’t need fresh bandages, after all. Gods really do heal faster than humans.”

Cara gave him a blank look. “Huh?”

“You are Creator,” Razor pointed out. He spread his arms out. “Almother, maker of everything. You made the trees and the lakes and the sky. Understand?”

“Let me explain,” Bennett chimed in. “I know this is probably a lot to take in, but trust me, it’ll make sense. When Razor and I found you, we could sense your power. Her Grace, the Almother Caratrice, creator of all of Teyvat, chooses those who are worthy enough to be keepers of her divine influence. Razor and I are both one of those. We’re called Vessels. And we can feel that you’re the Creator. I mean, how else would you explain your cuts healing so quickly and the golden scars they left behind?”

Cara remembered the stone tablet from where she had woken up yesterday. “Glory to the Almother, the Divine Creator. May her guiding light continue to bring balance to the world.” “So, you two think I’m this-this god?” she asked.

“We know you’re her,” Bennett answered. “The Creator is the original god of Teyvat. She basically created everything! Even Celestia isn’t as strong as her!”

Cara stared blankly at him, her mouth open as she digested his story and realized just what these two boys expected of her. They thought she was a god. One who was higher in power than the archons and even Celestia itself. The very earth, the wind, the sea, the sky-the world of Teyvat as a whole. That was supposed to be her?

“I think you have the wrong person,” she said weakly. “I-I’m no god.”

“But you are!” Bennett protested earnestly. “You have to be! Razor and I both feel it! You can’t be anyone else but the Creator!”

“You smell like the world,” Razor agreed. “You feel warm. I sense your aura. It is power, Vessel power. You bleed gold.”

Cara looked down at the scars on her arms and wrists. She saw the gold color flickering in the sunlight and remembered how her blood had glittered like flecks of aureate dust in the night. There was no way to explain that phenomenon.

“The Creator is said to bleed golden ichor and cry tears filled with stars,” Bennett continued. “The Original One has to be you, Your Grace. Like I said, it can't be anyone else.”

Cara shook her head, eyes still focused on her arms. “But I’m not-I’m not a god. I-I’m just me, I’m Cara. I’m not supposed to have golden blood, I’m not supposed to have stars in my tears, I’m-” Her chest tightened, and a gasp slipped past her lips, her hands beginning to shake. “Oh god, what the hell is happening to me?”

“Your Grace, please, calm down!” Bennett touched her shoulder gently. “It’s alright, there’s no need to panic!”

Razor whined softly. “Please,” he urged. “Calm! No crying!”

“Cara,” she said, causing both of them to pause. She took Bennett’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “Just call me Cara. None of this ‘Your Grace’ business, please. My name is Cara.”

Bennett and Razor exchanged hesitant glances. “Alright,” Bennett said. “Cara. Please, don’t freak out. I know this is probably a lot for you to take in, but I promise, we can make it better.”

“Yes,” Razor agreed. “We protect you. Keep you safe.”

Cara shook her head. She knew both Razor and Bennett were powerful characters who could do some serious damage if needed. Too many times she recalled both of them carrying her team against boss battles. But that was when they had been nothing more than characters to her. Here and now, these two were living human beings who could breathe and cry and bleed. They were only kids. She couldn’t burden them with her presence. “No. You can’t.”

She saw the way both of them wilted. “N-Not that I don’t want you to! I just…I can’t do that to you guys! I have all of Monstadt hunting me, and if Jean finds out the two of you are harboring a wanted criminal, then you’ll be punished! I don’t want you guys to get hurt because of me!”

“Your Gra-Cara,” Bennett said. He placed his hands on her shoulders. His eyes blazed with determination. “I don’t care about being punished. The rest of Monstadt may think you're an imposter, but they’re wrong. Not only are they trying to kill you, the Creator, but they’re just being plain old jerks in general! I mean, who thinks it’s okay to kill a person who hasn’t even done something wrong? It sounds stupid to me.”

“We want to protect,” Razor chimed in. “You are friend. You are Creator. Our duty as your friends means we help you. Understand?”

Cara looked at the two boys. They really, truly did want to help her. Even when all of Monstadt was against her existence, even when they knew they could be killed for giving her aid…they still wanted to help. Overcome with emotion, she pulled both of them into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Razor nuzzled his nose into her neck and crooned happily. Bennett chuckled and returned the hug. “No problem, Cara. I promise Razor and I won’t lose our minds like the rest of Monstadt has. We’re with you until the end!”

The hug was prolonged for a moment longer. Cara didn’t want to let them go; she knew it was silly for her to be clinging to these two teenagers like a koala bear, but right now, they were her only source of grounding in this frightening new world that she knew so well yet didn’t know at all. Razor and Bennett were the only two characters she had met so far who had shown her genuine kindness. Sure, they believed she was some sort of almighty god, which couldn’t possibly be true, but she would deal with that later. She could figure out a way to show Monstadt the truth, that she wasn’t an imposter of their supposed Creator and in reality was just an ordinary girl who somehow had been sucked into a videogame. Not that either prospect made any sense in the slightest, but hey, she was working with what was happening right now, and as far as she knew, she had been injured too many times in the past 24 hours for this to be a dream.

“Well, now that we know your cuts are healed, I think we should focus on getting your clothes clean.” Bennet let her go and stood up. “Come on, I know someone who can help us. We can get you some fresh clothes and a warm bath.”

“Like who?” Cara asked. “Can they really be trusted?”

“Oh yeah, don’t worry! I’ve known him for my entire life, he’s my uncle after all!” Bennett pointed in the direction her and Razor had come from. “C’mon, let’s go! To Springvale!”

“Bennett, I really don’t think this is a smart idea,” Cara said. “There’s too many people around. What if someone sees me?”

“Don’t worry,” Bennett assured. “The people in Springvale are all avid worshippers of the Creator. My uncle has believed in you since he was my age.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she muttered. The windmill at the center of Springvale could be heard creaking as a gentle wind pushed its blades along. In the town below the cliff they were standing on, she could see people going about their daily business; if anyone looked up, they would see her immediately. Just imagining that happening filled her with anxiety. “If these people love the Creator so much, they’ll know I’m the imposter the moment I step down there.”

“You aren’t an imposter, Cara, and the people here will know that. Don’t worry, they won’t give you to the knights. Look, there aren’t even any around!”

That was true. Cara couldn’t see a single knight patrolling the streets. It did make her feel a little better, but not completely to the point where she felt like she could go into the town.

“Cara scared,” Razor commented. “Want to hold hand?”

She looked at Razor’s outstretched palm, and smiled softly. “Thank you, Razor. I feel a lot better with you guys here.” She turned to Bennett. “You’re sure your uncle can be trusted?”

“I would trust him with my life as well as yours,” Bennett replied.

She drew in a breath and took Razor’s hand. “Alright. Let’s go, then.”

Bennett led them to a house a little ways out of the town square. The fruit stands set up near it were filled with fresh apples and sunettias. The mouth-watering smell of roasted pork was emanating from an open window. Cara’s stomach growled needily when she drank in the scent.

Bennett knocked on the front door. Razor squeezed Cara’s hand and offered her a comforting smile. Her breath hitched when she saw the door swing open.

A man with a large beard stood in the doorway. “Bennett?” he said. “Is that really you?”

“Hey Uncle Elias, I’m home!” Bennett shouted.

Uncle Elias pulled him into a hug. “Son, where have you been?” he laughed. “I haven’t heard a word from you in months! Too busy adventuring to spare some time for an old adventurer, eh?”

Bennett laughed too and hugged him back. “Well, the Adventurers Guild keeps me busy! All the other dads and uncles want to make sure I’m being productive!”

“Ah, so they have, have they? I hope some of those brutes aren’t working you too hard! What brings you to Springvale, my boy?”

“It’s actually an emergency.” Bennett gestured to Cara and Razor. “This is Razor, one of my best friends. And this is-”

“By the Archons.” Uncle Elias’ eyes were filled with awe when he made eye contact with Cara. She waved awkwardly. “Um. Hi?”

“Your eyes,” the old man breathed. “They’re the color of thunderstorms. And your hair is gold.” He dropped to his knees and bowed. “Your Grace, it is an honor to be in your presence.”

“No, no, please, don’t do that, oh my god.” Cara felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “My name is Cara, and I’m-I’m just a regular person. I’m not someone to-to grovel to.”

Uncle Elias looked puzzled. “You don’t speak like the Creator, and yet, you look like her. Bennett, what’s going on?”

“Let’s go inside,” Bennett suggested. “I’ll explain everything. Also, would you happen to have some spare clothes? Cara’s are a little dirty and need to be washed.”

“Of course. Come in, quickly.” Uncle Elias stepped aside. The house entrance led into a quaint little living room with plush couches facing a fireplace. When Cara sat down, she couldn’t help but sigh as she sank into the soft fabric, a welcome change from the cold forest floor.

“Now then,” Uncle Elias said. “Tell me everything that’s happened.”

Bennett launched into a full exclamation, from the moment he and Razor found Cara in the woods to the point when the three of them met up in Wolvendom. Uncle Elias listened with an attentive ear. When Bennett was finished, his expression was grim.

“I see what’s happening now,” he said. “If I’m correct, your new friend here is indeed the true Creator. The god sitting on the throne at the Crossroads is nothing but a fake.”

“I’m not a god,” Cara insisted. “I swear to you, I’m just a regular human being who’s been transported from another world. Just because I share the same face and name with Caratrice doesn’t mean I’m her.”

“Wait, you didn’t mention anything about being from another world,” Bennett commented.

“Well, I’d imagine that she should be from another one,” Uncle Elias remarked. “According to the legends, Caratrice left our world to ascend to a higher plane after she put an end to Armageddon’s evil. It would only be natural for her to have to leave that plane to return here.”

“Who’s Armageddon?” Cara asked.

“The stories say that he is your other half, the god of the apocalypse. He tried to destroy Teyvat many, many decades ago, long before the Archon War. You sacrificed your light to stop him, and they say that his form still slumbers underneath the Crossroads to this day and subconsciously commands the Abyss Order to do evil.”

“The Crossroads is a temple built in the very center of Teyvat,” Bennett added when he saw Cara’s brow furrowed in confusion. “It’s where the Creator-or, well, the false Creator-lives. It’s a very sacred place, and though tons of people visit it each year to pay their respects, only Vessels and attendants to the Creator are allowed inside.”

“But what does this have to do with Monstadt hunting me?” Cara questioned.

“I’ll bet the fake Caratrice sensed you somehow and wants to get rid of you,” Uncle Elias suggested. “In order to keep the power she has, she wants you dead. She’s probably tricked the Acting Grand Master into believing you're an imposter.”

“The fake Creator has been in Teyvat for a very long time,” Bennett said. “Everyone-well, mostly everyone-loves and trusts her. Of course they’d believe her word over yours.”

“Fake Creator bad,” Razor growled. “Tricking people is evil. We show everyone Cara is true Creator.”

“You're right, Razor, we could do that!” Bennett exclaimed. “If we prove to the world that Cara is really Caratrice, then the fake Creator wouldn’t have the advantage anymore, and then everyone will stop hunting her! But how to do it…”

“Woahwoahwoah, back up for a bit,” Cara quickly interjected. “You guys are taking way too many steps forward. I don’t want to show everyone that I’m the real Creator, because first of all, I’m not. Second of all, I don’t even want to be a god. I want to go home. I don’t belong here.”

“You don’t want to stay?” Razor asked. “Why? Did we do something wrong?”

“Cara, please, I know Monstadt has wronged you, but we need you here! A false god can’t just be allowed to rule over Teyvat with no consequences!”

Cara’s heart ached at their heartbroken expressions, but she forced herself to stay strong. “You guys haven’t done anything wrong. I love you guys, and I love Jean and Lisa too, even if they do want me dead. But I’m not who you think I am, and I can’t stay here forever. I have a life in my world, I have family and friends. I can’t just abandon them.”

“She’s right,” Uncle Elias said.

“But Uncle-” Bennett started.

“You would miss your family and friends too if you suddenly found yourself in another world,” Uncle Elias continued. “Cara here may be our true god, but it’s not fair to keep her here if she doesn’t want to stay. She should have the freedom to leave. If we refused to allow that, then we’d be going against everything the Anemo Archon taught us as citizens of Monstadt.”

Bennett hung his head. “You're right,” he murmured. “But…I’ve only ever felt Cara’s presence when I take in her Vessel energy. With her here presently, I feel…whole. I’m going to miss her.”

“We love you,” Razor whimpered. “We’ll miss you. But I want to help you because I love you. So, even if you leave…I still want to help you get home!”

“Yeah! Me too!” Bennett perked up. “We’ll help you find a way to get back to your heavenly plane! And maybe we’ll be able to still prove to everyone and you that you are truly the real Caratrice!”

“But I’m not-”

“Yes, you are.” Bennett pointed to her arm. “Remember your scars? There is nothing else in Teyvat with golden blood. Plus, there would be no real reason for the fake Caratrice to target you like this if she didn’t know you're the real Creator. We believe in you, even if you don’t believe in yourself.”

“Right!” Razor agreed.

“Best not to argue with them,” Uncle Elias said with a fond smile. “Boys like these two are stubborn as bulls. But I believe them, and I as well have faith in the fact that you are the real Creator. And while you’re in Teyvat, I will be at your service. If there’s anything you need, let me know. I’ll help in any way that I can, Your Grace.”

Cara sighed. There was no getting through to them. But they wanted to help her, and that was what mattered to her in the end. Her heart swelled with affection for Razor and Bennett, and she once again hugged the two boys. “Thank you, guys. I really do appreciate it. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Perhaps here, she could finally allow her guard to be down. She didn’t have to worry about Jean or Lisa or the knights. Here, she was safe.

That night, the Angel’s Share was alive with the rumors and speculations of the imposter roaming free in Monstadt. Word about the heretic passed between people quickly, and in the matter of a night, it was all anyone in the City of Freedom could talk about. The Knights of Favonius attempted to keep the masses calm, assuring everyone that they would hunt the imposter down and bring her to justice. However, that didn’t stop anyone from stopping their imaginations from running wild about the strange new heretic haunting their beloved nation.

“I bet she’s a witch,” one man whispered to his friend while they enjoyed a round of drinks at the tavern. “Sent by the Abyss Order to bring Monstadt to ruins.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” his companion scoffed. “She’s obviously just some sort of quack. My grandfather told me that heretics like this pop up from time to time every few years.”

“But how do you explain her looks?” a third man, who had downed one too many drinks, slurred. He flung his mug wildly through the air, sending scatters of foam all across the table. “I was there! I saw her with my own eyes! Her eyes were as gray as a thundercloud, and they had blue in them, like lightning! Her hair was as gold as the sun!”

“You were imagining things,” the second man chided. “You were probably drunk.”

“I saw it, I swear! She had the face of our Creator on like a mask!” The drunk man suddenly pushed his chair back and stood up. “Who here saw the imposter? Did she not wear Her Grace’s face? What shall be done about this treachery?”

Numerous “Ayes!” and cries of agreement rose up among the tavern. A couple of people raised their glasses. “Kill the heretic!” they yelled. “Hunt her down in the name of the Creator!”

From behind the bar counter, Charles was pouring glasses and watching the spectacle with mild amusement. “Boy, they’re all sure rowdy tonight, aren’t they?”

Diluc didn’t reply. He kept his focus on the mugs he was cleaning, his expression stoic.

“I’ll say.” Kaeya raised his drink to his lips. “Rowdier than usual. It’s quite entertaining. Maybe we should have heretics running around Monstadt more often.”

“Any news from the higher-ups on where she might possibly be?” Charles asked.

“I’m afraid that is confidential information that I am bound by oath not to share,” Kaeya replied. “However, I can tell you that the Acting Grand Master is…less than satisfied with how some people are reacting to the news.”

“Funny,” Charles chuckled. “I’d think you Vessels would be happy with how outraged people are. With so many eyes and ears on the lookout for her, it’ll probably make your hunt a whole lot easier.”

“The fact that the Knights of Favonius even have to rely on citizens for their investigation tells me enough,” Diluc finally commented.

“Oh?” Kaeya eyed the other man. “And what, if I may ask, might it tell you?”

“That there is no control of the situation.” Diluc slammed down a mug with much more force than he had intended. “If you ask me, that imposter never should have been given the chance to leave the HQ, let alone the city gates. I could hunt her down and kill her myself in the time that you knights could put together a full investigation team.”

“I’m afraid I can’t have you do that,” Kaeya warned. “Her Grace specifically decided that the hunt should be for the knights, and the knights only, to initiate. Unless you are invited to join us, I am going to have to ask you not to interfere.”

“If Her Grace entrusted you with such an honored task,” Diluc countered, “then why haven’t you caught her yet? Both Caratrice and Lord Barbatos would be horrified to see the way things are being handled here.”

“Ha!” Venti put down the glass of dandelion wine he had been chugging and leaned back on his stool. “If you ask me, I think Lord Barbatos would find this whole hunt rather fun!”

“Of course he would,” Diluc grumbled.

“Oh, don’t be so glum, my friend! Soon the heretic’s life will come to an end!” Something dangerous glinted in Venti’s eyes, something Diluc caught sight of before it disappeared. It was something bloodthirsty, almost feral. A ring of red circled his teal irises. “Let the hunt go on! I think it's rather fun to play with your prey before you strike! Who knows, maybe I’ll even catch the imposter!”

“You?” Charles snorted. “Don’t take this the wrong way, bard, but you don’t look like you could pick up even a hammer. What makes you think you have a chance of killing the heretic?”

“I wouldn’t underestimate him,” Diluc advised. “He’s as quick with a bow as he is with his tongue. The bard has other strengths besides drinking and being a thorn in my side.”

“Aw, dear Diluc, you flatter me!” Venti giggled. “But it’s true. I certainly am not one to be underestimated. And this imposter, whoever she is, would be wise not to cross paths with me.” His voice darkened slightly, and his grin became a little more sinister.

Kaeya listened along, his own smile never wavering. He finished his drink and stood. “Well, I must be going. Duty calls, and the night isn’t getting younger.”

“Leaving already?” Charles inquired. “But you’ve only had one drink.”

“Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be very wise of me to show up to a meeting drunk,” Kaeya replied. “You guys enjoy the entertainment without me. I’ve got some work to do.” He started for the door, hand on the handle.

“Kaeya,” Diluc said. “Wait.”

Kaeya turned to face his brother. The red-haired man walked out from behind the counter to meet him at the door. “What is it?”

“Look at me and tell me the truth. What are you really going to do now?”

“Do you take me for a liar? I’m going to a meeting,” Kaeya coolly answered.

Diluc scoffed. “Kaeya, I know that look on your face. You and I both know you're not just going to a meeting.” He leaned forward to close the distance between the two of them so Kaeya would be the only one to hear his words. “You're planning something.”

“The only thing I’m planning, Diluc, is to leave this tavern. I’m not in the mood to be the victim of one of your interrogations tonight.” He opened the tavern door and turned his back to his brother.

“Kaeya,” Diluc called as he opened the door. “Don’t do something that you’ll regret. The hunt is mine, whether you like it or not. I will be the one to kill her.”

Kaeya smiled. “May the best Vessel win, eh? I get it now. Don’t worry, Diluc. I have no intention of killing anyone tonight. You should worry more about Venti killing her before you can.”

He stepped out into the warm summer night and headed off. Diluc watched him go before returning to the bar counter.

“He’s going to hunt her, isn’t he?” Venti said. His eyes were trained on his glass while he swirled the wine inside.

“I believe so,” Diluc sighed. “I hope he doesn’t have much luck.”

“Don’t worry, Diluc.” Venti chuckled. “The heretic will still be alive and well by tomorrow morning. Kaeya won’t find her. You can rest easy knowing that.”

“And who do you suppose will? Not the knights, I hope.”

“Everyone has a chance. Jean could. Lisa could. You or Kaeya could, too. But you know what the most wonderful thing about a manhunt is? It’s the fact that it’s a competition.” The bard finally looked at him. When Diluc stared into his eyes, he caught flashes of an ugly black sky, of tornadoes and windstorms, of white wings and arrows covered in blood. “And trust me. The hunt has only just begun.”

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Khonshu x Gender Neutral Reader🌙

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

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

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

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

Tag :3 @raelwrites

Hope you enjoy!

Normal!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

🌘He wouldn't

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

🌘But now to the romance~

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

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

🌘Birb man was so happy

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

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

🌘Murder bird is so down bad for you.

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

🌘Every moring you wake up, he makes you Breakfast

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Witch!Reader

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

🌗Khonshu was one deity you were planning on working with

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌗You just throw bird seeds at his face:/

🌗At least that got him to shut up

🌗He does bonk you with his Staff in return tho

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

🌗That's what he calls you, little light

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

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

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

🌗He always listens

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

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

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

🌗He is so touch starved :(

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

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

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

🌗He craves your touch, your attention

🌗Your love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌗Would 100% sabotage their alters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌗He doesn't leave your side for month

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

🌗He blames Steven

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

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

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

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

🌗Birb Man quickly shut you down.

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

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

🌗That's final.

🌗...

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

🌗Khonshu screeched in horror

🌗You also got to meet Layla :D

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

🌗You bit Osiris

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

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

🌗Marc and Steven get shot

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

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

🌗You booked it to your birb boyfriend

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

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

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

🌗In short he's clingly

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

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

🌗Seeing Khonshu get beaten up by Ammit breaks your heart

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

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

🌗Hard

🌗Probably broke his nose

🌗You help Marc and Layla with sealing Ammit in Harrow

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

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

Ennead!Reader

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

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

🌕He was a simp in short

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

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

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

🌕How you being gone was too painful

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌕Anubis bonked him

🌕That humbled him real quickly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌕Khonshu however chose not to

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

🌕So they banisched him

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

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

🌕He felt your arms around him

🌕You were on earth, with him

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

🌕He asked if you also got banisched

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌕A mortal named Arthur Harrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌕You were more than suprised that he forgot about you

🌕And suddenly got an british accent

🌕He seemed rather frightened.

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

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

🌕Chasing him through a corridor

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

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

🌕How odd

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

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

🌕Which left you even more confused???

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

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

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

🌕You tried to calm Khonshu down from his tantrum

🌕Reader "Yes dear, you are real justice"

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

🌕The aftermath however

🌕Khonshu talked to Marc

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

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

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

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

🌕You made a mental note to curse Osiris later

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

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

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

🌕You honestly considerd hunting down the gods and their avatars

🌕You would free him, no matter what

🌕But helping Steven and Layla was more important now

🌕You helped them during your journy to stop Harrow

🌕But things didn't go as planned

🌕Marc and Steven got shot, and Harrow got away

🌕You did your best to keep Layla save.

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

🌕You just hoped Tawaret would bend the rules for once

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

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

🌕You embraced Khonshu

🌕Hard

🌕Nearly crushing him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌕Don't tell Taweret!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Goddess of the Stars

Greetings all! Squirrel back finally with something for June Gloom! I’ve decided to go with Moon Knight because it is the most recent thing I’ve watched. Anyway I hope all are staying safe and are happy! Be sure to enjoy this and watch out cause more are on their way!

Enjoy Folks!

*gif is not mine

Y/n was quite an underappreciated artist of her time, at least that’s what her friend told her. But Y/n had no intention of being a cocky and vain artist, she was happy to be humble and always downplay her craft.

Her nights were usually plagued by dreams, vivid and detailed. Some nights she would be floating amidst the starry void of space she would reach out and touch stars some would shine bright and others would float around her.

Her dreams inspired her to create masterpieces to bring them to life for others to enjoy but unlike those who could view her paintings, she got to enjoy her dreams almost religiously each night.

But one day it all changed. Searching for something a little different to paint into the masterpiece she was working on she visited the museum, currently with the Egyptian exhibits. She wandered around for a short while before stopping upon an exhibit that caught her eye. It was of the moon god, Khonshu the bird skull seemingly entranced her.

She was so lost in her thoughts and staring intently at the moon god she was startled by someone besides her.

“You interested in the Egyptian god Khonshu?” turning to look at the person she was pleasantly surprised to see a slightly dishevelled man but he had this brightness in his eyes talking about it.

“I’m looking for some inspiration, I’m working on something and I wanted to include something different,” Y/n explained shyly.

“I’m Steven with a v, Steven Grant,” he introduced somewhat enthusiastically holding out his hand to her. She smiled and took his hand in hers, “I’m Y/n L/n,” she blushed.

“Well, Y/n I hope you find what you’re looking for I better get back to the Gift shop, otherwise my boss will chew me out,” he huffed sadly. Y/n waved and gave a smile to him and continued on her way, but she had a feeling that she would visit the gift shop a bit later on.

Khonshu didn’t normally hang around Steven much because he considered him a worm, a parasite of Marc. Marc at least did his job, most times anyway. He kept away from Steven but he was huffing looking around at the Egyptian exhibit the humans had, some of the information was basic at best, Khonshu sometimes wondered what life would have been like had the humans continued to worship the pantheon of gods, would he have been able to interact more with the humans, protect the travellers of the night. Lost in thought he didn’t notice one human staring at him.

Y/n was intrigued by everything and eventually came upon a tall statue, at least she thought it was until it moved, and she stilled, staring up at it.

Khonshu turned and looked at the human, intently, curious as to why this human was looking at him which is unlikely given that he could only be seen by his avatar alone, but he approached and the human stepped back, looking at him curiously.

“Hi,” she awkwardly greeted.

“You can see me, little one?” inquired the god, she nodded, “Hmm... how very curious,” he noted to himself. “What is your name?” asked the god.

“I’m Y/n,” she answered hesitantly, she wanted to tear her eyes away from the strange thing before her, but she couldn’t help but stare, intrigued, noticing that it greatly resembled Khonshu.

“Wh..who are you?” she asked quietly.

“I am Khonshu, protector of travellers in the night,” He stated proudly.

“Okay...” She started off not really sure what she was meant to do now.

Y/n gently waved at the large bird god and bid him farewell, leaving him to his own devices.

Y/n had returned home, she never did get the chance to stop by the gift shop so she could talk some more with Steven. He seemed to know a lot about Egypt and she was sure that he could help her with his vast knowledge. She spent her evening cleaning up and making herself a simple meal. She washed up and made a cup of hot chocolate to sip on whilst she sketched out some thumbnails for her painting, figuring out positioning and angle which would best suit and given her strange experience that she believed that she just imagined it all, she sketched Khonshu as she had seen depicted and from what she thought was her mind conjuring up.

She enjoyed the peace the night had to bring and the bright moon up above illuminating the sky as a guide for those traversing through the night. She was focused on her drawing that she missed the shadow cutting across the buildings.

Khonshu wanted to find the unique human who could see him. Y/n. He wanted to know more about her, how could she see him, no other human should be able to but she could.

He bothered Marc all night long pestering him to find this human female, that he had met, Marc begrudgingly huffed at Khonshu, saying that he had no clue on where to look for her and so Khonshu took the lead, and by some miracle, the moon was shining upon her, the human he saw that day.

“There!” Khonshu pointed to her, “That is the human who could see me,” Khonshu did his best to hide his excitement, “Go over there Marc I must know more about them!” demanded the moon god.

Marc huffed eyeing the God from the corner of his eye before doing as he was told by Khonshu. He approached cautiously over to the building the young woman was in, he had no intention of scaring the woman, but he wasn’t sure about Khonshu who had seemingly disappeared after spotting the ‘human who can see him.

Khonshu had left Marc to find his own way in, Khonshu had appeared in her living space and watched her. He was enraptured with her, she was sketching and Khonshu if he had some form of a face to express things, he would surely have a light blush painting his cheeks, seeing her drawing him, of all things.

Y/n’s messy H/l H/c had fallen forward and was gradually getting annoyed by it simply getting in the way and no matter how many times she moved it out of her face it kept falling back. Huffing she pushed back her stubborn hair, putting down her materials and deciding to have a break, she rubbed her tired eyes and there before her, was the strange vision of the God, Khonshu. She blinked owlishly at him, a few times before her eyes fluttered and she stumbled a bit, the god reached out to steady her, surprised to see that he could, in fact, touch her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, “Are you real? Maybe I’m insane? Perhaps there is something wrong with me after all?” Y/n muttered to herself, all while Khonshu tilted his head curiously at the human’s mumblings.

Marc had managed to finally get in the building and knocked on the door he believed the woman to be in, and also for the feeling of Khonshu’s power leading him to said door.

Hearing a knock at the door, Y/n left to answer it and was surprised to see the one and only Moon Knight before her, a little scared she backed away. Marc’s mask came undone and he noted the lady seemed surprised.

“Steven? Steven Grant?” she asked a little unsure, at the person before her, she knew the face was that of the sweet intelligent Steven with a V who worked at the museum gift shop, but the eyes told her otherwise, this before her was not Steven, this was someone else.

“Uh... no, not Steven I’m Marc,” Marc introduced his American accent much stronger than the British one she had had earlier in the day from Steven.

“Marc... okay... you’re Marc,” she pointed at him, blinking owlishly, “and can you see him?” she asked pointing at Khonshu, who was now leaning on his staff.

Marc looked over and nodded at her. “Okay... I’m not insane? I think, maybe this is stress?” she muttered walking away from Marc in the entryway. She took a seat on her couch, doing some simple breathing techniques, one’s Marc had done in the past to ease the panic and fear he had from his youth and into being a mercenary.

Marc reluctantly entered her apartment and shut the door behind him. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” Marc inquired approaching the woman cautiously.

“Uh... I don’t really know, I mean I thought he was a part of my imagination, but if he’s real then what does that mean for everything else I’ve dealt with?” Y/n asked realisation hit her! “Uh, my name! It’s Y/n! Sorry!” she jumbled out, almost shouting, flustered, realising how rude she had been.

“Y/n, well it’s nice to meet you, again I guess,” said Marc, looking over at Khonshu who had since approached a little closer to Y/n.

“I’m sorry if I have frightened you little one, I’m honestly curious as to how you can see me,” Khonshu had finally spoken up.

“So it’s not common to see... you,” she inquired looking over at the god.

“No, only my avatar, in this case, Marc should be able to see me, but you are the first to have seen me,” Khonshu informed.

Y/n had fallen quiet, taking in the information. She had weird starlight dreams ever since she could remember so perhaps that had something to do with it, but it doesn’t answer anything it only seemingly brings up more questions.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Marc queried. Y/n looked up at him, then at Khonshu and back at Marc. Her brow furrowed, “I’ve had strange dreams since I was very young, could that perhaps be a factor in why I can see you?” Y/n asked, looking between the Moon God and his Avatar.

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