warnings: cock/strap/dick traditions, boob fucking, cumming on face, body, feminization, size difference, mentions of pregnancy, dumbification, lactation, feminine language used for the characters (princess, womb, maiden etc so pls tread with caution if that ain’t ur thing), read with optional bias character in mind
notes: nobu finally posting smt??????? nobu actually writing for once???????????? also this is just my obsession with boobs talking. dividers from cafekitsune. manga color tint by me
big men! with big chests that gets mistaken or joked of it being boobs by close friends and colleagues, who had gotten used to it. who at first used to get all blushy blushy but nowadays just shrugs it off with a disgruntled huff of “knock it off”
big men! who didn’t really see much problem when you started to favor their chest more, eventually opting to use them as a pillow rather than use your actual pillow since it gives them the advantage of falling asleep with you on top of them and they got to cuddle with you all night. a win-win situation in his book, as he could be quite clingy when behind closed doors. who laughs sometimes at the silliness of you smothering your face in between his chests, finding your obsession with his pecs to be endearing
big men! who didn’t realize how sensitive their chest could be until you decide to show it to them. squeezing, fondling the large muscles, tweaking his cute nipples occasionally and making him jolt in place with a cute blush covering his ears and cheeks. so adorable, like a meager bunny when he was nearly twice your size and could probably crush a grown man’s skull in with their hand
big men! who get so worked up over the dirty words you whisper when you pinch his hardened nipples, your words of “i could make your chest lactate”, “your boobs feel so heavy, darling”, “such a nice big tits you have” making him whine in the back of his throat, shaking his head as he shakily denies that “t-they’re not b-boobs… y-you nngh know that…”
big men! who gets manhandled by your smaller frame to lay on their backs, a cute surprised “eengk!” escaping his swollen lips as he looks up at you, pushing his tight shirt up until they’re resting over his chest, showing the big muscles you love so much. who cutely whine and wriggle in place under you as your fingers bully his hardened buds, pinching at the cute pinks, tugging on them before letting go, a noise of awe leaving your lips at the way his chest fucking jiggles while your bf could only jolt with words of “c-cruel… you’re so cruel to me. pu-unhh puppYAGH!”
big men! who get fucked stupid, brain churning into a mush by only having his nipples played with. pinched, tugged, even bitten till your fangs and teeth leaves a round mark closed around his areola that he slurs is too deep, acting like he is getting his tight hole spread open and fucked by your cock. whose face is so cutely flushed, eyes dazed over as he breathes heavily of “wan’ moowr.. ungh h-haah… annh♡︎ m-more please? touch me.. to-ouch me moore”
big men! who act like a sweet virgin who never got himself fucked by you when you kick off your pants, hardened cock already springing out and slapping against his cute boobs. who stare at your oozing tip with gaping mouth, letting out stuttered questions of “w-what… whaddaya doin’? h-hunny, noouw… no, don’t—♡︎!” before squealing when you squeeze his chest together, rutting your strap in between them
big men! who act like they have never seen your cock, never tasted it or even deep throated it before, acting like he never once took your dildo into his pretty hole until his legs shook as you fuck his boobs, moaning loudly like the cute bunny he is. who opens his mouth, jaw shaking as fat tears collect in his big doe eyes, messily sucking the tip, getting drunk on the taste of your pre already when you politely ask him to suck you off
big men! whose hands shakily grasp your ass, unintentionally helping you fuck their tits even more, pushing your strap even deeper inside his mouth as if he wanted you to just let go of their boobs and just fuck their throat instead. who lets out a cute confused noise, mouth full of your cock, batting his lashes up at you like the pretty little thing he is when you move his trembling hands to hold his boobs together instead of your ass. who tries to speak words of not knowing how to do it, still mouthful, as you give a tug to his cute bitten nipple, making him squeak
big men! who meagerly tries to fuck your cock in between his mounds, choking on your tip when you tilt his head down just enough so he could also suck you off, acting as if you just shoved your entire strap down his throat and was keeping it there, snuggly shutting him up. a whiny bf whose tears finally fall when you cum into his hot mouth, dropping of your cock when you came as if he was never drunk on the taste of your seeds before, letting some of it shoot over his face and hair instead. a hunky beast of a man, sniffling like a baby when he notices the mess you made of him, who dares to give you a half assed glare as if you forced him to make a mess
big men! who gets addicted to boob fucking after that one time thing, constantly thinking back on the feeling of squishing his own chest together to fuck your dick for you. whose hands finds themselves wandering to his pecs more often, pushing them together and moving them in soft round circles as if you would suddenly appear and fill the empty space between his boobs. who finds himself messing with his nipples over the tight fit of his shirt, finding himself to be perverted as he gets turned on by just fondling with his chest
big men! who, unable to keep teasing themselves anymore, start to touch themselves when you’re away on work or whatever. more specifically, their chests. rutting his clothed, hardened cock against a pillow that is squished between his thighs, tweaking at his nipples and tugging on them — just like how you do it — before letting go with a whimper. it hurt, but it also felt so good, he could feel his precum already wetting his boxers
big men! who finds out that his constant arousal by his nipples was a bad idea, as now every time he wears a tight shirt or compression vest, his nipples are rubbed and he finds himself getting horny. who, in desperation, decides to tenderly tape the cute pink nubs with a band aid, pouting to himself about how you were slowly but surely turning him into a perv
big men! who now finds it much easier to use his boobs to fuck you, quick to drop down to their knees in front of your clothed crotch, kissing the hidden thighs and inhaling at your natural scent with a love stricken look in their eyes. a cute, desperate bf who kisses your strap, rubbing you with his hands to try and get you hard as quick as possible. who hook their shirt over their chest, intentionally pushing his boobs together with his hands on his knees, creating the effect of round shaped breasts
big men! who impatiently watches until your cock is free, taking it into his mouth the moment you slide down your undergarments, suckling at the head just like how you enjoy it. who push you down to sit, so he could climb onto your lap, pushing his chest together so he could fuck your strap with his boobs, determined that now he had learned a good technique to make you feel good. who is quick to take the head of your dildo into his mouth, swiping the gathered pre with a pleased hum, looking up at your through his thick lashes with a drunken giggle before pulling away to spit on your hard on
big men! who drunkenly take the head of your strap into their hot mouth, suckling away at the delicious precum, unafraid to slobber all over your cock and his chest as he slowly moves the big muscles in a circular motion. who giggles in delight at your words of praise and groans, the tip of your cock that is still in his mouth vibrating with his drunk laughter. beefy bf who eagerly lap away at your cock head, slurping at the mess he made of his own drool and your precum before taking it back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks for you. only for you♡︎
big men! who pulls away again when you cum, watching with a cute mix of fascination and lewd anticipation as your hot cum shoots all over his jaws and chest, painting his skin in white. massaging your balls and stroking you through it all, opening his mouth slack as he stares up at you with hazed eyes, letting the last few drops shoot into his awaiting tongue, licking at his full lips with a pleasured hum. the salty, slightly sweet taste, a familiar one that he had gotten drunk on within the first round
big men! who straddle your lap, rubbing your wet strap on the round curve of his ass with a giddy giggle, feeling how the slippery wet tip doesn’t enter his tight hole without helping hands. finally, grasping at your dick with his hand, giving it a few strokes before pressing the tip against his entrance. your sweet bf who decide to be bold, sinking down onto your cock with one swift movement, a choked sob getting stuck in his throat at the sudden feeling of being “f-fughkk♥︎ a-aah haah mnngh♡︎ shooo fu-ull.. gut’s so ffuul of m-my [name]♥︎”
big men! who ride your dick all night, even as his muscles strain and his brain gets fucked into a stupid mush, slurring words of love and lust, saying all sorts of lewd things through his cum and drool covered pink lips as the kissable looking pair of muscles turn into a cute drunken smile. beefy big bf whose tits bounce all the while, their cute jiggles every time they sink down into your dick hypnotizing you to only focus on them. an adorable squeal escaping him as you tear away the band aids from his nipples, the stimulated nubs all hard and blush red as they greet you
big men! who squeeze their breast, forefinger and thumb squeezing around his nipple, as he grins at you with blown wide heart shaped eyes. “a-ain’t they cute…? dontcha wanna suck-unghk suck on them?” he asks, squishing his mound softly with a near delirious grin on his face. “come owwnn, don’t my [name] wanna taste my milk♡︎?”
big men! who lets out a pleased wet sob when you do give in, suckling, biting, squeezing at his jiggling boobs as he starts to bounce on your cock with a more fervent pace. who cries out at it being painful when you leave another teeth mark around his nub, one of his hands placed over his chest like one of the scared damsels in paintings. who slur out words of not being a damsel, of being a maiden, shaking his head as if he actually understood anything
big men! who gets their wombs filled with your cum for nth time that night, feeling his stomach start to bloat at the sheer amount he greedily took into his eager hole. fucked dumb bf who shakes his head at your words of getting off, refusing to lose the warmth in his stretched hole and filled stomach. who only notices when you pointed out, that his nipple was leaking, lactating a delicious white milk that dribbled down to his cum covered tummy. another drunk giggle follows, as he gets close to your ear to whisper a filthy slurred “now that i’m p-pregnant, my [name] better take responsibility♥︎”, having completely forgotten that he can’t get pregnant. but oh well, your beefy bf who is so adorable as he giddily speaks of carrying your young, rubbing at his belly with hearts swirling in his eyes, to the point you can’t bring yourself to correct him. only going slack on the couch with your sweet princess still on your lap
He's deeply loyal and craves love, acceptance, and intimacy.
He actually, in a sense, "uses" this (you, your love for him and his love for you, his desire to provide and protect you) to "prove" himself that he has value, and that he's a "proper" man, too.
This means he has many insecurities and can doubt himself pretty often even if he does it hest not to show it.
He's really family-oriented and wants to create his own, with (hopefully) many children.
He's very bad at voicing his feelings, and this leads to many misunderstandings between you two.
That doesn't stop him from complimenting you and showing you with love, though!
He's fierce and prideful but has quite the self-esteem issues that can turn into self-loathing and anger.
When he loves you, he'll do it with his whole heart, and his life will revolve around you and your wants and needs.
He'll absolutely make sure you know how much he adores you!
He loves bringing you gifts from all over Egypt that he thinks you might like. He enjoys physical closeness and takes pride in protecting you and isn't shy to show that to the rest of the Gods, either.
One of his greatest fears is being perceived as "weak" (meaning, not enough), and he is terrified of you abandoning him to find a "better" man because of it.
This makes him hate himself even more because doesn't that basically mean he's doubting his own partner's love and loyalty? He really doesn't deserve you.
When things get bad, and he's emotionally a wreck, he tends to isolate himself and just makes things even worse for himself. (He would hate you to see him while crying!)
-HORUS-
He might not show it, but he's actually very possessive and easily gets jealous to the point that it can feel way too much.
He's intensely devoted, and once he loves you, you become the centre of his world.
He's overprotective and would jump into harm's way if it means to keep you safe.
He might look very passive outwardly, but his emotions are always very strong.
Unfortunately, he's also a momma's boy.
He loves doing stuff for you, be it protecting you, cooking you a meal, or just carrying your bag for you.
It would actually be almost impossible to sway his love or turn him away.
He can get so jealous that he would even see your pet as a rival for your attention!
He knows he's being unreasonable, but he will still try to act cuter so that you'll look to him.
He's extremely territorial and loathes to see other men giving you attention. Even non-romantic relationships can be seen as competition!
Yes, this is something he knows he has to work on, but he doesn't want to :(
He's really gentle with the way he handles you, and he loves it when you give him physical affection.
He likes it when you take initiative.
He often doesn't verbalize worries or insecurities, which can cause misunderstandings between you.
He's the first to get on his knees and apologize, though.
-ANUBIS-
He's very cautious and stoic when you first approach him. His gut reaction is to see anyone he meets as a "hostile" until they prove him otherwise.
He's actually very affectionate and clingy once you're together, though.
He wants kisses and cuddles all the time.
He's not very good with voicing his feelings, though, and most of that would fall on you.
You actually have to ask what's wrong as directly as possible for him to give you a straight answer.
He's eager to please so that you won't even think of leaving him (fear of abandonment is in this family's blood).
He has insecurities, too, and is emotionally unstable, prone to pushing you away and closing himself off for long periods of time.
Sometimes, he will even vanish for months without uttering a single word.
He gets really cold and sharp when he's overwhelmed or feeks slighted.
He's also easily triggered.
He'll need constant reassurance about your relationship, too.
Even when you're together, he's still be overly guarded, however.
He would rather suffer than ask for help, by the way.
He's not good with words, and compliments are rare. He would rather do stuff for you (when you're not looking).
He also gets jealous easily and is prone to violence when that happens.
He would rather just vanish than argue.
He would also put his work before you, so...
-OSIRIS-
His skin might be green, but he's a total red flag.
From the outside, he's perfect: charming, gracious, understanding, wise, patient and gentle, trustworthy, nurturing, protective...
It's actually terrifying how he can mask his real personality like this.
If he does fall in love with you, you're screwed, because this man can not and will not take no as an answer.
Either it's him or death. And even then, he might follow you to Duat as well.
He's incredibly manipulative, emotionally controlling, and possessive. And when he does get jealous, it'll always be your fault.
He has the belief that he can "own" you, and you should change for his sake if he asks of you.
He can't accept rejection and will find excuses, or sees it as "ignorance" from your side.
He'll do everything he can for you to "fall" for him (subtly), but if you don't, well, if he can't have your heart, then he'll have to be satisfied with your body.
He is vengeful when he doesn't get his way and won't be afraid of harming you, either.
He will guilt you and will pressure you to do things that he wants.
He has no problem with twisting logic, events, and feelings to serve his needs.
Actually, at some point, he'll start to believe in his own lies, too, and that's more terrifying.
He'll violate your boundaries and will say it's "for your own good."
He believes his desires are more important than your autonomy.
He'll isolate you from everyone and make you feel bad about yourself so that you will be dependent on him.
He'll watch your every move and then use the knowledge he gained to look like a good and caring partner.
-FOREIGN GOD-
He's very playful, flirty, confident, and charismatic.
He loves bold statements of love; the flashier, the better.
He's self-assured and knows he's a total catch.
He's adventurous and will go after anything that promises entertainment.
He's pretty easy-going and fun to be around as well. At least, as long as you don't expect much of him.
But, even while declaring his supposed love for you, he'll continue flirting with others until you get together.
He's blind to your boundaries (usually on purpose) and emotionally pushy.
He's determined to get what he wants, however necessary, and has no problem using coercion or trickery.
He can get very dismissive of your discomfort or safety.
He can also get entitled to your attention and body.
He's one of those red flags that manages to look like a "nice" guy, you know?
He'll constantly flirt, touch, and tease you and make you feel desired.
He's actually unpredictable, and you won't know how he'll react to things.
He's not above cheating.
You must manage his mood swings to avoid escalation.
He doesn't respect consent and will manipulate the situation to get you.
He doesn't really feel empathy towards others' suffering, even yours, despite his claims to love you, unless he can benefit from it.
-THOTH-
He's quiet and reserved at first, but he's actually a total cutie pie when you two start dating.
He gets easily flustered when you show him affection.
He's absolutely loyal to you and would do anything for you, even when he's deadly afraid (look at Ra).
He hates the thought of disappointing you.
He needs reassurance, especially if he thinks someone more powerful or charismatic might take you from him (because, compared to other Gods, he isn't exactly the strongest).
He gets intimidated easily and will seek protection from you by hiding behind you.
He's a great conversationalist!
He's very attentive and will notice even small changes.
He would rather avoid conflict and will try to discuss things out than let things escalate into a fight.
He can't handle you raising your voice to him and will tear up.
He loves spending time with you; reading together, sleeping together, stargazing together...
Just being near you is fulfilling to him.
He is old-fashioned in a very charming way. After all, he's one of the first Gods of Egypt.
He would rather be subtle with his gestures because he doesn't like getting too much attention to himself.
He's very patient and won't rush you for anything.
He'll only act childish with you and will ask you to spoil him every now and then.
He loves to be pampered!
As long as he's at your side, however, he's satisfied <3
Author message: rushed Headcanon before going to class
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He fell first, you fell harder
If you were a civilian your meeting would’ve been the weirdest, you bumped into him in his temple after you brought him offerings. Or just because you sold your soul to him, he never seen such a devotion towards him.
If you were a god… well, the young innocent Anubis that used to walk around the gardens with you is longer gone, he would still act like before but didn’t he know all grown up lit up something for the both of you.
If the gods or Ra do not approve your love… he might start a war.
He’s affection starved, it’s never enough. He lays on top of you and you have to cuddle him or he’s gonna do it by himself, he hugs you from behind and snuggles his face in back of your neck or hair.
When he kisses you he kneels down because of the height difference, when you get embarrassed he picks you up to make him feel little. And he can’t hide that smile after you hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He’s not much of a talker, but he knows how to get spoiled…
If you’re a god he doesn’t care about the others, where are you he’s there with you. And if someone invites you somewhere but he rather spend time somewhere else he picks you up and leaves, sometimes you get mad and he’s gonna disappear for a day or two unless you go find him and clear everything up.
He’s very very romantic.
If you’re a civilian prepare yourself to find his shadow hunting your house, he is there at night.
Prepare yourself to have a lots of babies, if you can’t have them, or you’re a male, he’s willing to adopt. He loves children and he’ll never disrespect them. He will spend the most of his free time with them and let you watch as you rest after spending all day with the cute evils they are! <3
HE IS JEALOUS, and he’ll make sure to feed to the dogs anyone that hurt you
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He’s big like… man, he’s big.😳 And he’s loud, not whimper, he growls.
He always preps you in the same way, tongue and finger playing in your hole, but sometimes he let you do it because he has to watch, for sure he’s gonna add more finger as there are yours already inside.
Not much of a talkative but when he’s in bed those rare times he speaks he makes your cheeks go red and your climax to want more.
He is into hickeys, And if your not in the mood he gets you by massaging your breasts, he also loves your nipples. He sucks, licks, bite them.
He not a submissive for sure! He hates doggy style, because he has to see you. He has to see your eyes rolling back when you reach the peak of pleasure.
He loves when you grind on him whenever you’re inside or not. He keeps grinding even if you squirm.
He presses your lower belly, damn seeing you squirt drives him crazy.
He doesn’t get tired, never. He stops when you can’t take no more of him. And if he was about to cum well he’s gonna touch himself but you gotta be there too! He might take your hand and do it or you have to kiss him and caress him.
If you’re a civilian he covers your mouth as he thrust deep inside because he doesn’t want to stop if a family member wakes up. He does not care if it’s a shared room, he’s gonna fuck you like a wild animal.
The aftercare is a must, but he likes to do it with his mouth most of the times🫣
“Gods can still be lost, can't they?” Your eyes reopen, lids heavy. “Exiled. Disgraced. Forgotten.”
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— S U M M A R Y ;
Enslavement has seen you branded, cursed. Freedom has seen you reborn, blessed, and soon to be redeemed. Through life & death, through the waking world and dark Duat, and even through holy Heliopolis, you will see your strength, your faith, restored in a new god, will find your divine calling as a devotee, a herald, a protector…
1. PART I — REST, SWEET CHILD
2. PART II — THE WEIGHT OF LIFE
3. PART III — FAITH LOST, FAITH GAINED
4. PART IV — ETERNAL LIFE, FINITE DEATH
5. PART V — AND STILL, YOU REST
6. PART VI — RIVER OF DUAT, ENDLESS NIGHT
7. PART VII — TEARS OF THE WEDJAT
8. PART VIII — ETERNAL VENGEANCE
9. PART IX — SINS OF BLOODLUST
10. PART X — CURSED, BLESSED
11. PART XI — WINDBLOWN, SANDBITTEN
12. PART XII — FOR HIM, FOR HIM, FOR HIM
13. PART XIII— THE GUARDIAN GOD
14. PART XIV — GOD HUNTER, GOD SEEKER
15. PART XV — LOST SOULS, LOST GUIDE
16. PART XVI — A WORTHY HEART
17. PART XVII — YOUR LOST TRUTH
18. PART XVIII — FORGOTTEN | nsfw [ E ]
19. PART XIX — HIDDEN VILLAGE, HIDDEN ORIGIN
20. PART XX — YOU'RE SAFE
21. PART XXI — CENTURIES AGO, LIFETIMES AGO
22. PART XXII — MAAT & THOTH
23. PART XXIII — ISIS & OSIRIS
24. PART XXIV — NEPHTHYS & SETH
25. PART XXV — LOVE LOST, LOST LOVE
26. PART XXVI — THE NATURAL ORDER
27. PART XXVII — ONLY YOU, ONLY SETH
28. PART XXVIII — SPEAK TO ME | nsfw [ E ]
29. PART XXIX — BONDS OF THE NETJERU
30. PART XXX — BETTER THAN GODS
31. PART XXXI— REAWAKENED AND RETURNED
32. PART XXXII — IS IT NOT US?
33. PART XXXIII — MURALS, MEMORIES, & THE MIND
34. PART XXXIV— TO LIVE FOR, TO DIE FOR | nsfw | Pt.I [ E ]
35. PART XXXV — TO LIVE FOR, TO DIE FOR | nsfw | Pt.II [ E ]
36. PART XXXVI — DEATH
PART II: HEARTLESS
37. PART I — LOST GODS
38. PART II — HEART'S DESIRE, SOUL'S PURPOSE
to be continued...
— I M P O R T A N T ;
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My writing & style is my own, from my mind & heart & soul
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Synopsis: Hathor gives birth to her first descendant, and Seth is the last to find out.
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: Incest ‧ Smut + Erotic Asphyxiation.
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“What’s happening with Hathor?”
The gods turned at the new voice, and some faces showed displeasure at seeing the latest addition to the room. Seth raised an eyebrow at their reactions, while Sekhmet smiled widely, ready to provide answers.
“Apparently, her daughter is causing trouble,” she said with malicious laughter.
“Since when does she have descendants? Who among you was it?” he asked, slightly aggressive due to the confusion.
“None,” Maat sighed, crossing her arms. “She had an affair some time ago and...”
Seth made a sound indicating his opinion on how foolish it was for her to end up pregnant, then watched them with suspicion, wondering if this had been a secret kept just from him.
“What did she do to make Hathor run through the halls in tears?”
“She was born with her mother’s beauty. She enjoys dancing and travels with a troupe to different cities for performances, but her appearance is drawing quite a lot of attention,” Bastet explained.
“Seriously, the problem is that she has too many suitors?” he scoffed.
“It’s more than that; some are deities who are starting to fight and cause chaos,” Maat said, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. “We asked Hathor to impose order and demand that her daughter act according to her divine title, but...”
“Divine? Did her daughter ascend?” he asked, less sympathetically.
“She is the Goddess of Precious Stones and Metals. Everything we use was crafted by her,” Thoth said, pointing to the impressive necklace he wore.
Isis smiled with mockery, but Seth dismissed the situation as a waste of time and left the place, heading to his temple. Upon arrival, contrary to what he had said, he ordered his most loyal servants to find the young woman who captivated everyone. However, the information didn’t arrive until several months later, and by then, any interest had faded.
Still, Hathor didn’t hesitate to confront him when she learned he knew her precious daughter was coming to the city. Nervous and agitated, it only encouraged the man to dismiss her concerns even more.
“Don’t mess with my baby! I’ll deal with the suitors, erase every trace of affection, and nothing will happen!” she growled, frowning.
“Now you choose to act? Battles and conflicts have arisen because of her, and that’s my territory.”
“She’s the victim, don’t blame her! If you do anything...”
“What?” Seth raised an eyebrow, a challenging smile on his face. “Do you think you can stand up to me?”
Hathor turned crimson, her violet eyes' pupils becoming vertical slits, her aura extremely threatening.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy you if you interfere with her. I don’t care if I have to alter the feelings of every living being to have them protect her and turn against you,” she declared, sparks flying from the tips of her fingers. Then she turned and left the hall.
“Since when does she dare to speak to me like that?” he muttered angrily, tapping his nails against the throne he occupied.
Choosing to go regardless of the circumstances, he instructed them to prepare less conspicuous clothing and to cover his red hair well to remain unnoticed. Wrapped in linen, he set out at dusk for the designated area, frowning at the large number of people already occupying the front rows.
“Sir, please come this way,” a young woman with fine jewelry and a broad smile announced.
“Don’t touch me,” he growled as she grasped his arm.
“Please, I have instructions from the lead interpreter to take you to the front row,” she explained, maintaining her charm.
Seth squinted and moved forward, noticing that several mortals dressed like her were organizing the spectators. Both women and men watched him pass by, curious about who he was as they were led to more favorable spots. When he stopped, they led him to a cushioned area just a few meters from the makeshift stage.
As the sun set, torches were lit, and the musicians settled into their places, quietly chatting among themselves. It took some time before the performance began, and after a while, a man finally welcomed the audience and announced the start of the show. The first to perform were a mixed group dancing in pairs or small ensembles before breaking formation to interact with the audience. Seth admired the performance, wondering where they had found so many beautiful and talented people, while the crowd laughed and applauded at the artists’ infectious enthusiasm.
Minutes passed in a different activity for him, the final act arriving as a curtain was lifted to reveal several female silhouettes that captured everyone’s attention. A different rhythm began to play, and the fabric was released by the men holding it on ladders. Nine women showed their backs, with one standing out at the tip of the V formation. Gradually, they turned, and finally, the face of the girl Seth had come to see appeared, his mouth slightly open in awe.
With a confident and seductive smile, and lips as red as rubies, the goddess lifted her eyelids to reveal dark purple irises, with long lashes inherited from her mother. She walked slowly as the other women scattered across the stage. In perfect synchronization, they began their choreography with incredible flair. Crystals and golden beads intertwined and flew through the air as they twirled, the decorations sparkling as brightly as she did, leaving the audience breathless.
Seth’s red eyes followed every movement, admiring the curves that swayed with mischievous grace. Ignored until she decided to get closer to the prime spot, she crouched with a predatory air and crept to the edge of the platform, supporting herself on her hands and knees. The crowd cheered excitedly as she maintained eye contact, rising at one point and slowly swaying her hips. She traced her legs, thighs, waist, and neck in an extremely sensual display before turning and calling one of the men dancing nearby.
Euphoria erupted at the potential of what might happen, with Seth grinding his teeth and watching almost without blinking as she placed both hands on the man’s shoulders and began to caress him. He held her and spun her around, recognizing her intentions, and stroked her exposed abdomen while maintaining a challenging gaze toward the god. At this point, due to the heat from the large torches and the dance, she glistened with a light sheen of sweat and had cheeks flushed like beautiful garnets.
"I’ll wait for you," she said, her voice fading into the music and the noise.
Seth read her lips and watched as she threw a bracelet at his feet. Some people tried to reach for it, but he covered it with his hand, glaring at them so intensely that they backed off.
Once the event ended, he decided to wait for a signal. Suddenly, the bracelet began to heat up, pulling him with an unseen force in a specific direction. He let it guide him through a couple of crowded streets before turning into an alley, where the woman awaited, leaning against a wall and inspecting her nails.
"I learned of your existence only recently, unlike the rest," he remarked with a hint of reproach.
"It’s understandable. From what I’ve been told, your temper is rather volatile and aggressive," she said, shrugging as if it didn’t matter much. "What brings you here?" she asked, tilting her head and closing the distance between them, but soon found herself trapped as sand coiled around her legs.
"As the God of War and the Desert, I’ve come to deal with the trouble you’re causing with your suitors."
She averted her gaze and rolled her eyes silently, prompting Seth to issue a warning sound that forced her to speak.
"Do you have somewhere more private?"
Seth narrowed his eyes, considering the question before grabbing her by the arm and vanishing in a whirlwind.
"This is…" she hesitated, looking around.
"My temple," he finished, shedding the unnecessary linen, letting his red hair fall freely over his shoulders.
"Wow," she murmured, gently touching a strand. "I could make so many things to enhance this color. It’s so beautiful..."
Seth grabbed her wrist high in warning, allowing her to smile and lick his hand without breaking eye contact.
"Careful, or I’ll cut out your tongue."
She snorted, pulling free and turning her back to him, elegantly walking toward the massive stairs leading to the main building. The jewels and gemstone threads hanging from her chimed harmoniously with each step, glowing brighter as she neared the torches.
"It’s huge. I wouldn’t mind spending a few weeks here," she teased, brushing a wall with her fingers.
Seth followed at a measured distance, his eyes tracking her every move, taking in everything she was. Since he first saw her, an unfamiliar, overwhelming need had been growing inside him, frustratingly hard to ignore.
"Did I offer for you to stay?"
"Don’t you want me to? I’m good company," she turned, walking backward. "Why do you think those who know me fight over having me?" she winked.
"Sex."
"If that’s all, why don’t they forget me when I leave? What makes them cling so tightly?" she slowed her pace, drawing closer. "You saw it tonight—the crowd gets excited just watching me... Even you."
Seth clenched his teeth in frustration, and she stuck her tongue out teasingly.
“Do you have your mother’s permission to be mingling with gods?”
“I haven’t needed her approval in centuries,” she laughed. “I told her today I’d try to avoid causing chaos. Who knows, maybe getting close to the God of War is the solution.”
“You’ll be more trouble than pleasure.”
Her laugh rang out at that, before she pretended to ponder deeply.
“Do you have musicians? Maybe a private dance would change your mind.”
“We have matters to settle first,” he replied indifferently, though she knew a little push would make him fall. “What’s your name?”
"I'll tell you depending on what you decide after my dance."
He clenched his jaw, hating the carefree tone in her voice and the mischievous glint in her eyes. The constant smile was unnerving, making it seem like she was the one in control.
"Why do you live like a nomad, performing shows?"
"Mortal or immortal, every being is born with a family they can cherish—or not. My mother is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and she'll always have a place in my heart. But the rest doesn’t really matter much. I met people who share my interests, people I enjoy spending my days with. They trust me, and I trust them, so I chose them," she explained, a new air surrounding her. "I won't leave that caravan, not when everyone I care about has an expiration date."
"You have feelings unbefitting of a deity."
"What is a god without humanity? If you don’t understand the people you’re meant to protect, represent, and serve, how can you be an empathetic and respectable ruler?" she asked, her eyes filled with pure seriousness. "I know I’ll never rule Egypt, but that doesn’t make me indifferent to those who pray to me."
"By the way you speak, I have no doubt you’re close to Osiris and Isis."
"Well thought out, both had a big hand in raising me," she responded, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one hip.
"Whatever," he mimicked her stance, looking her up and down. "Are you incapable of ordering your lovers to stop fighting over you?"
"Most haven’t even managed to lay a finger on me; they fight purely for the desire to do so. I’ve intervened, but the one who really should be stepping up here is Nephthys and encouraging peace."
"I don't question that. They should’ve turned to her from the start."
"She’s your sister. If she doesn’t act, you could ask her."
"Who do you think I am, a messenger?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Wow," she sighed, tilting her head. "So what now, we sleep together and let the rumor spread to scare the gods?"
"You’re really persistent. Do you want me that badly?" He clicked his tongue, grinning smugly.
The question drew a dry laugh from her as she stepped closer.
"I won’t deny you’re incredibly attractive, but even before you showed up at the performance, I knew I was in the mood for some fun tonight. If you don’t join me, I’ll find someone else to satisfy me."
Seth exhaled and held her gaze, his heart racing as he fought the urge to look away, feeling as if she were pulling him closer to the edge of a cliff.
"I believe you promised to dance and change my mind, didn’t you?"
"Finally, we’re getting to the important part," she said, pleased, taking a step back. "Lead me to your musicians."
Without delay, he took the lead and left her waiting outside as he entered a room. From the corridor, she could hear the hurried greetings of men and women as they scrambled to follow his commands, a few accidental notes sounding in the shuffle. A considerable line of people soon filed out, their eyes widening as they caught sight of her. She smiled, reveling in the way some let their jaws drop in astonishment.Seth exhaled and held her gaze, his heart racing as he fought the urge to look away, feeling as if she were pulling him closer to the edge of a cliff.
"I believe you promised to dance and change my mind, didn’t you?"
"Finally, we’re getting to the important part," she said, pleased, taking a step back. "Lead me to your musicians."
Without delay, he took the lead and left her waiting outside as he entered a room. From the corridor, she could hear the hurried greetings of men and women as they scrambled to follow his commands, a few accidental notes sounding in the shuffle. A considerable line of people soon filed out, their eyes widening as they caught sight of her. She smiled, reveling in the way some let their jaws drop in astonishment.
“What’s keeping you all busy?” Seth asked from the back, his voice causing everyone to snap out of their stupor and hasten their movements.
"If you decide not to have sex with me, I’m glad to know I won’t have to look far for another partner."
He shot her a sidelong glance, gritted his teeth, and then tossed his hair back.
"Let’s go."
They walked calmly, with Seth entering first into a vast room where a massive mattress lay nearly at floor level. Posts with large curtains were arranged to shield the bed from view, while four attendants lit incense and prepared alcohol.
"Release the side curtains."
Another small group hurried to comply, loosening the ties and leaving only one section uncovered.
"Interesting," the goddess remarked, taking a few steps around the room.
The musicians arranged their instruments and took positions concealed by heavy drapes, their role clearly to observe the guest.
"Prepare as you wish," Seth said with an indifferent gesture before heading to the bed and reclining against a large mound of pillows.
Two women approached with golden goblets filled with wine, which both accepted before the temple owner instructed them to leave.
As she drank calmly, she approached the musicians to discuss her preferences. They exchanged opinions and reached an agreement on how to proceed. Satisfied with the outcome, she moved several meters from the bed and took her place directly in front of the open section.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Are you?” he replied, raising an eyebrow as the incense began to fill the room.
Winking, she emptied his glass in one gulp and raised it in the air. At this signal, the musicians began to play as she turned her back to him, keeping her arm extended above her head.
As she swayed her hips slowly, the gold she wore started to melt and reshape. It dripped down her arm, first forming a small head and then an elongated body. The newly formed snake coiled and descended to rest around her neck. With both hands on the sensitive area, she turned slowly and smiled with her eyes closed, letting herself be carried away by the music. She caressed her collarbones and shoulders before extending her arms, while the serpentine creation moved across her chest and encircled her. Suddenly, a piece of fabric fell away, revealing a breast.
As if nothing had happened, she continued her dance, the metal caressing and embracing every part of her body as it descended. Her adorned wrists and fingers skimmed her skin and created perfect movements in the air, captivating the onlookers who held their breath as the serpent approached the garment covering her most intimate area.
Unperturbed, she turned and placed both hands on the back of her legs, carefully lifting a bit of the fabric. The serpent coiled one of its segments around her thigh to keep her hand in place, taking advantage of the opportunity to slither beneath her skirt.
A murmur rose from the left side, and the woman glanced over her shoulder to see Seth’s unblinking gaze, though one of his eyebrows twitched involuntarily at a comment she couldn't quite decipher. With a smile, she arched her back and bent her body backward, her free fingers caressing from her abdomen up to the exposed breast, squeezing it with delight.
The serpent gradually released her, and she turned to show how it emerged from the front, starting to rise and drag the fabric up to the edge of revealing her inner thigh. However, she made sure not to expose too much, guiding it to change direction slightly. She pivoted on one foot, preparing for the imminent drumbeat, and at that moment, she fell to her knees with her hands extended and her hair cascading forward.
She slowly straightened up, and the musicians adjusted their rhythm to match her movements. Seated in a W shape with her legs apart, she locked eyes with Seth and felt the intense heat from his red gaze, which made her smile. She then turned her attention to one of the women who had earlier caught her eye. Attractive and alluring, the woman was a tempting prospect if Seth chose to let her go. In an instant, the protagonist contemplated how to seduce her, but the god’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
Everyone snapped out of their trance and ceased their actions, the musicians hurriedly gathering their instruments and leaving the room. Within minutes, they were alone, and she approached the foot of the bed, tilting her head with curiosity.
“Didn’t you like the performance?”
Seth took a deep breath, finished his wine, and threw the glass off the bed with a loud clink. He adjusted himself and gestured with his index finger, signaling her to come closer. She smiled and took a few steps onto the bed, getting on all fours and crawling towards him until she was on top. The serpent, curious, slithered over the red-haired man’s body as they locked eyes.
“It was disrespectful of you to look at someone else when you should have been trying to convince me.”
“Is that why you cut off the dance? I was just assessing the best option in case you decided to pass on such an incredible opportunity,” she defended herself, moving closer until their faces were only a few centimeters apart. “So, what’s your answer?”
After a moment of silence, he placed his right hand on her head to close the distance. Their lips met and quickly intertwined, his feeling incredibly soft mixed with the aroma of the wine they had drunk.
"When you decided to meet me, had you planned this?" she asked as he pulled away, his hand caressing the small of her back.
"You’re the first descendant of Hathor, and she had hidden you from me jealously. It was just curiosity," she replied. "And you? Why did you give me the bracelet?"
"Isn’t it obvious? You captivated me the moment I saw you. I definitely wanted us to share a bed."
Seth flashed a small sidelong smile and brushed her hair back, the intertwined lines of gems shining in his hand as he gathered it.
“What’s your name?” he asked, even more dazzled by her incredible appearance up close.
She smiled and tilted her head towards one of the curtains, as if deciding whether to reveal the information. Finally, she turned back and kissed the palm resting on her cheek.
“Habibah, which means ‘the one who is loved,’” she confessed, with a look of complicity.
“Your mother really knew what she was doing, because that’s how everyone seems to feel when they meet you.”
“Even the God of War and the Desert?”
“I’m not like the others. Do you think you can make me feel the same way?” he said with a touch of challenge, but sounding more like an invitation to continue what they had started.
Accepting the challenge and everything it implied, she kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his. Seth caressed her warm skin and then pressed down, aligning their bodies so that she could feel his erection. Without hesitation, she began to move her hips, and he let out a pleased sigh, his hands finding their way to her waist.
Habibah ran a hand through his red hair and descended slowly, tracing her way down his chest until she focused on one of his nipples. Seth gritted his teeth, undid the clasp of the upper fabric, and started to caress what was within reach, instructing her to lie down.
Without hesitation, she moved a few pillows and settled against the soft mattress, watching as the serpent coiled around the man’s arm like a perfect and beautiful accessory. He barely noticed the gold, focusing instead on returning her affections. Habibah closed her eyes and took a deep breath as his lips arrived at her breasts. She caressed his shoulders and back, lightly scratching as she felt him burning like the desert under the sun.
The incense began to take effect, lightening their minds and giving way to an intense desire that drove them to hold each other with urgency. Their hips searched for each other frantically, moaning against one another in broken kisses, their legs and arms entwined in a connection with no clear beginning or end.
Habibah slipped a hand between them, urgently seeking his erection, which she attended to with skillful movements until she lifted the fabric that covered his intimacy. Seth created some distance and propped himself on his knees, removing the minimal clothing and setting it aside before focusing on her. Completely naked and adorned only with jewelry, she settled herself as he took her legs and dragged her over his thighs. The movement elicited a small surprised sound from Habibah, and he watched her expectantly while caressing the outer side of her legs.
“Do it,” she encouraged, brushing his stomach with a hand.
Seth tightened his grip, leaving momentary marks before releasing her and taking his erection. With a single movement, he inserted the tip and then thrust in a steady rhythm until he reached the deepest point. Both moaned, and the woman arched her back with a wide smile while pulling the sheets.
“You’re incredibly wet,” he growled, his cheeks flushed with satisfaction.
“You say that as if it’s something strange. Don’t women get excited with you?”
She shivered with excitement and pleasure as a sharp, red gaze emerged among the fiery hair. The intense tickling sensation made her laugh with delight until she nearly screamed as he began to thrust forcefully. Breathless, she tried to steady herself amidst the sounds of raw impact, the heat and pleasure spreading like waves from the center of her body to every corner.
"You shouldn’t be competing with the God of War," he said with a proud expression.
"I don’t mind losing," she replied honestly, though she knew it would only fuel the fire further.
Seth narrowed his eyes but soon regained his composure, placing his hands on the mattress with a feigned calm as she wrapped her legs around his body. She swayed her hips, feeling his member pressing down, and he resumed the movement with great force after a hiss. Habibah pulled him towards her by the nape to kiss him, shivering as his tongue entered and took control. The thrusts were relentless, with a stamina reminiscent of someone who had fought countless battles to defend Egypt.
With tearful eyes, she admired the man moving above her, pushing aside her strands of hair to see him better, noticing the earrings that moved violently in sync with their owner.
"I’ll make you some prettier ones," she said, brushing against the fine, rectangular gold plate.
"How can you think of that in the middle of sex?"
"Maybe you should try harder," she pressed, noticing how the atmosphere shifted in the blink of an eye.
The room fell silent, and Habibah's skin tingled as she realized she had made a mistake.
"Turn around," he commanded as he withdrew from her, not waiting for her to move and grabbing her by the arm to start repositioning her.
Any doubt vanished when she lost her breath again, feeling Seth penetrate her abruptly and hold her by the neck with considerable force. She was left gasping for air and tried to grab his wrist, but the sand made her hands stick to the bed.
"Such behavior with someone who was born long before you is very inappropriate," he growled, his abs tensing as he gradually adjusted the angle to graze the spot that would drive her wild. "Talking less and learning would do you a lot of good."
Involuntarily, Habibah’s eyes rolled back as he found her most sensitive area, her legs wanting to give out but unable to do so due to the force with which he held her.
“Se… th…” she called, her muscles trembling in a way she had never experienced before.
“Hmm?” he asked, loosening his grip.
A bit of awareness returned to her as she tried to ask for a breath amidst the perfect administrations. However, Seth increased his effort, making it impossible for her to speak.
Cursing inwardly, she let her head drop as moisture dripped down her thighs, slightly staining the sheets. Seth held her by the hips for added stability and wrapped sand around her neck, the itching heightening the effects of pleasure and strangulation. Any cries and moans were muffled or cut off, with only a few gasps escaping as he breathed heavily and occasionally growled in deep satisfaction.
Struggling to swallow and relishing the challenge, Habibah briefly focused and set the serpent in motion. The god's hips lost their rhythm, and she glanced over her shoulder to see the golden creature firmly wrapped around the redhead's throat.
“T-Two…” she tried to say, and he deliberately loosened his grip. “Two can play… this game,” she smiled proudly, though she soon rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.
He breathed heavily, the metal not yielding in the slightest and intensifying his own sensations.
“I knew you’d be a pain if I brought you to the temple,” he growled, his brow furrowed.
Habibah tried to laugh, but a strange sound escaped as she felt the onset of her orgasm.
“But I… I also give you pleasure,” she defended, feeling her lungs burn and forcing the gold to make him suffer the same way she did.
A desperate, frustrated groan escaped from the man, who felt the constriction sending electric waves to his erection. He clenched his jaw and threw his head back, pushing into her with renewed urgency to provoke the impending climax.
Both seemed to have lost control of their consciousness and bodies as they moved, overwhelmed by the need to escape the pleasure consuming them. They were on the brink of fainting, allowing brief moments of calm before their necks were swiftly constricted again.
Habibah's spasms intensified, reaching a climax that opened a new world of pleasure. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, making lascivious sounds as the moisture increased significantly with the release. The pressure of her walls became too much for Seth to bear, and the stimulation pushed him to his limit, culminating inside her. He trembled and groaned loudly, delivering the final thrusts with some difficulty until the stimulation became overwhelming and he stopped.
Both the metal and the sand loosened, and they both breathed heavily, their eyelids drooping as they collapsed onto the mattress, savoring the comfort. Habibah, lying face down, slowly turned to look at the man, who had one arm draped over his forehead as he steadied himself. He looked just as beautiful, if not more so, with an enviable profile and eye and hair color that she would love to highlight with various creations.
“That was good,” the young woman sighed, stretching her arms.
Seth watched her, unknowingly mimicking her movements, silently admiring the beauty that had captivated him at a single glance. They chatted a bit and decided that this would be the only round, though their mouths didn't escape some additional entanglements until they surrendered to sleep.
When the sun was high, the god cracked open his eyes and, groggy, took a few minutes to become aware of his surroundings. Floral scents filled the air, none of which were familiar, so he looked around and noticed Habibah’s absence. Frowning, he sat up, ready to get up and find out if she had left, but then he heard a noise in the room and, cautiously, drew back the curtains.
Facing away from the window, the goddess examined herself in the mirror as she applied a type of oil to her face. Her hair was wet and slicked back, the sunlight streaming in and drying it quickly. She was visibly focused and didn't realize that Seth had awakened until his bare feet made a soft noise on the floor.
“Good morning,” Habibah smiled as she applied perfume.
“I see you found the bathrooms.”
“Yes, after the show and our entanglement, I needed to freshen up.”
“I still have the bracelet you threw at me.”
“It’s yours,” she said, looking at the object. “With it, if you ever get bored and miss me, you can find me wherever I am and relive last night,” she winked playfully.
Seth clicked his tongue and looked at the accessory, feeling his stomach churn. The stones sparkled as much as she did in the sun.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Still, you should be prepared for when my mother sees you wearing something of mine,” she warned, stretching her neck to examine the marks he had left.
“Not much she can do,” he brushed off, placing a hand on his hip. “Are you heading to the caravan?”
“Yes, I need to let them know I’m okay and ready for tonight’s performance.”
“How long will you stay in the city?”
“Until the next full moon.”
They fell silent for a moment, and Seth crossed his arms, looking out the window at the clear sky.
“Stay here.”
“Excuse me?” Habibah raised both eyebrows, admiring his chiseled face.
“During the night, don’t sleep in the caravan. Come here.”
“Every night?” she asked, surprised.
Seth nodded, and she blinked, perplexed, but then gave a quick affirmative gesture.
“I would love to, thank you.”
“I’ll go take a bath. Do as you wish in the temple.”
“Are problems included?” she asked mischievously, and he tilted his head.
“No.”
“But…”
“If so, I’ll punish you.”
“Somehow, that sounds very promising. Maybe you should give me a lesson,” she laughed, playful and seductive.
“I’ve just gotten up,” he said with a yawn, still feeling the remnants of the previous night. “We’ll catch up later.”
“Of course, I’ll make sure to say goodbye before I leave.”
As she watched his back, Habibah dropped any pretense and smiled slyly, knowing that the man was falling for her. He wasn’t different from any other human or deity, but Seth was undoubtedly the one she truly desired, and she would give him everything if he surrendered at her feet.
Hello, it's me again (sorry to bother you) may i've a request for Seth from ennead x fem wife reader , Fem wife reader is the Goddess of the season, she is also very cheerful, caring and a bit shy (like Mitsuri Kanroji's attitude from Kimetsu no yaiba but, if you don't know or have never watched it, it's okay) Do you still remember the scene where Seth had all his god powers taken and was exiled. Fem wife reader could not accept it and really wanted to help her husband seth by disguising herself as a dancer. Fem wife reader winks flirtatiously at her husband when helping him or accidentally bumping into him . I think it's really cute when the fem wife reader carries the little cat
Oooh interesting! Also I’m guessing the reader replaces nephthys in being Seth’s wife? And after this person’s request I would like to take a little break from ennead stuff even though i haven’t done much of it recently, reason why is because it’s basically all i see on my dashboard along with the lmk and it just kinda gets me down that that’s all i see so i hope y’all understand! Sorry i have to do this but it’s mostly a precaution so as to not have it end up like lmk and cause I’m just unmotivated now to want to make more of ennead stuff 😅.
Warning: noob author, female reader, canon divergence, and others.
You were the goddess of the seasons, and the wife to Seth; the god of war and sand. You were the complete opposite to your husband; sweet, caring, and kind, many gods, and goddesses don’t know how the two of you even got together, you two just did.
Even though Seth was rough around the edges, he would soften because of you, only around you though. When around others without you there he’s still his rash and rough self, but with you he’s like a guard dog that’s soft for you and is quiet unless he needs to teach someone a lesson for messing with you.
Sadly some events happened and now he was banished, stripped from his power and title as a god. You weren’t able to defend him of his crimes as only you and him were there when he killed Osiris and he told you to not do anything so you only could speak when spoken to.
You had a bright idea after your husband was exiled to disguise yourself as a dancer and go find him yourself so you could help him.
Thankfully you have from a little friend that was gifted to you by Bastet to help you out.
You disguise yourself so as to not draw attention to yourself; not with a cloak as that would draw attention, just with a minor changes in appearance.
You found him quite easier than you thought you would. When he noticed you, you gave him a wink and left so you two could meet outside of the village for privacy. Your little kitten will guide him to you when he’s done if he was busy at the moment.
(A/n: hope yall like it! 😁 and again sorry for having to temporarily close ennead requests but it sadly has to be done, I don know when I’ll open it back up, honestly depends on if I get any requests for different fandoms or something and don’t see much of ennead for a bit 😅. Anyway, that’s all! Hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)
Now! have come up with a smal Prologue that somewhat showes in wich direction the ff is ment to go. Might also uplode this on watpad later. Anyway hope you like it✨
(please keep in mind that English is not my fist language and i struggle with comas🙃).
Fate always has its way…
Way back to the creation of Kemet there was the goddess Ra, the goddes of the sun. She made life on the planet Earth possible in the first place. Sitting at the top of the gods of Heliopolis, she ruled the Realm. Next to her stood the god of fate, mostly known as either "the weaver" or "Y/N.". Y/N, just as Ra was a god, borne of chaos itself. He chose the fate of all life on earth and wove it into strings that were meant to never intertwine or brake. Y/n, though worshiped by the mortals alongside Ra, was not as found of the world as his Sister was. His duty had exhausted him, and once he deemed his work finished, he had bid Ra goodbye and gone to a deep sleep in one of his temples. Ra having sworn to not awaken him kept her promise, and so the god of fate slumbered eon after eon. The humans, not knowing why the god of fate suddenly no longer answered their prayers, though he might have merged with Ra and they stopped worshipping him. Soon the worship of the "Weaver of fate" had been fully forgotten by the humans, but no one could have known that "the weaver" would soon rise from his slumber. To find his glorious work demolished.
