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I was wondering, am I the only one in the fanfic writer assembly that cringes when they read their old work? I suppose I'm not, and I won't erase it because some people like it still, but YIKES

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Also, guess who has a new obsession. I have been thinking thoughts, and elaborating schemes.

I will be writing for Haymitch Abernathy.

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How about geralt x fem sorcerer reader?? they keep each other company and we need absolutely some powerful women with him. It would be good to read from ur blog 🩷🩷

WE NEED MORE GAME GERALT CONTENTS

Heyyyyy, I noticed a bunch of similar asks in my inbox, so I'm using this one to answer them all! Since I'm not really inspired by the Witcher (for now) I wrote it like a long headcanon (tho I feel that the Witcher 4 is gonna reignite that flame dw).

Geralt x Witcher!Fem!Reader:

She was born in a small, isolated village, buried deep in an ancient forest of Velen.

The village was steeped in fear and superstition, where magic was seen as dangerous or evil.

As a child, she fell gravely ill— due to a magical infection.

Her parents, powerless and afraid, didn’t do anything to save her.

A mysterious woman, a rogue mage or a forest-bound herbalist perhaps (she couldn’t even remember), lived on the outskirts.

Despite the village’s hatred of magic, the woman intervened, performing an ancient ritual to save the child.

The magic she used altered the child’s body.

Her healing factor improved abnormally, she could sense magic around her, felt inclined to wander to magic infused places.

When the villagers learned she had been “touched by magic,” they turned on her with fear and disgust.

She was handed over—or perhaps sold or given away—to a Witcher recruiter, someone affiliated with the School of the Viper.

Noticed for her unnatural resilience, she was selected for the Witcher Trials.

She was left to perish when she seemed to have lived the same fate as most children (girls) did.

Left for dead, she didn’t die.

She vanished into the wilds, surviving alone for years, drifting between abandoned ruins and remote Witcher strongholds.

She taught herself to fight, to craft, to adapt—not quite a sorceress, not quite a Witcher, but something entirely else.

She stole books, potions, antidotes, and observed from a far.

She interacted  arely with humans, her isolation fueled by her gender, mystery, and mistrust of others.

Before Ciri, a female Witcher was unheard of, making her a living anomaly. ------------------------------------------------

Geralt was seriously wounded after a brutal encounter with a Leshen. He collapsed in a forest near Kaer Morhen, where she tends to roam.

She finds him and tends to his wounds, using herbs and methods she learned on her own, without the formal training.

She remains wary and distant, as she deeply distrusts Witchers—including Geralt.

They spend several days together during his recovery. Gradually, they realized they had a lot in common: both are outsiders, both altered by painful processes, both weary of the world.

Despite her mistrust, Geralt’s calm demeanor and respect allow her to slowly let her guard down. He offers to travel with her for a while, sensing a potential ally.

He teached her basic magical signs from the School of the Wolf, as well as some combat strategies.

She proved herself to be a formidable ally, quick to adapt, resourceful, and fierce in battle.

Geralt tells her about Kaer Morhen, suggesting it might offer her a sense of belonging. ----------------------------------------

° She falls for him first, though quietly and with a cautious heart. Geralt, slower to open up, ends up falling harder, deeper, more intensely.

° Their connection is tense but tender, filled with lingering glances, protective actions, and unspoken emotions.

Along their journey, they encountered Yennefer several times.

(Y/N) feels a growing unease—not just jealousy, but confusion and pain.

She hasn't felt real affection or emotional intimacy in years, making every interaction a whirlwind of suppressed feelings.

Eventually, she came to realize that Geralt and Yennefer’s relationship was unbalanced, lacking communication, and mutual understanding. Or so Geralt told her.

° She and Geralt continued on without Yennefer, heading for Kaer Morhen. Winter started to set in.

° There, she met the his brothers in arm and unexpectedly, they became hers:

A snarky, sibling-like rivalry with Lambert.

A quiet paternal connection with Vesemir.

A soft compassionate understanding with Eskel.

° Amist the cold walls of Kaer Morhen, she found something she never had: a sense of family. ------------------------------------------------

Both emotionally reserved and shit poor at communication, she and Geralt eventually acknowledged their love in half-spoken words. Soft glances, protective touches.

As winter ended, they parted ways warmly. She went to discover who she was, while Geralt returned to The Path.

During his travels, Geralt would hear whispers of a female Witcher.

She was not named directly, but referred to by aliases, rumors, and bardic songs.

Jaskier sings of her in verses about a mysterious woman slaying beasts and walking alone.

Geralt smiled quietly whenever he heard these tales—because he knew.

He knew that next winter, their paths would cross again. And if he was lucky… maybe even before that.

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I'm on vacation yaaaay

I have new obssessions but I will anwser what's in my ask box for now (I'm not so inspired anymore, but I'll at least write headcanons!)

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I'm taking requests for Geralt of Rivia!

Give me your ideas and I'll see what I can write ! (I am specifically writing for "The witcher 3" Geralt, no Henry Cavill today lovelies).

° I won't write things I consider to be "uncomfortable", subjects I can't really handle well. ° Any gender of reader is accepted! ° I'm not a big fan of smut but you can ask anyways (I might just not write it if I don't feel inspired). °Don't be afraid to be specific!

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Armed with stars

Geralt of rivia x fem!knight!reader

Synopsis: Geralt gets a contract and has to find a mysterious 'angel' hiding in some woods.

(Or Geralt gets a crush)

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« Help me look for my guardian angel! » It’s been a week already since I’ve been saved from an horrible fate by the most beautiful warrior I’ve ever seen. Some Nilfgaardian guards had me cornered, believing me to be a witch where I am just a simple herbalist. They were ready to hang me from the first tree in sight, when a knight with an armour shinning like a thousand stars on a horse looking like it was carved out of marble came to my rescue. He cut all of their heads in one precise slash of his sword and let me walk free. Before I could express my eternal gratitude to him, he was already galloping off into the woods. Help me prove I haven’t gone insane! No one believes me, I’m ready to pay with everything I have the one that finds me my angel!

Easy coin.

That’s what Geralt first thought when he saw the notice. Even more so when he met the herbalist. She was young, with eyes full of wonder, and extremely excited to have met a « real » witcher.

The supposed « guardian angel » was hiding into the neighbouring woods. They were much too small to be the habitat of a monster. This warrior was probably only a vagabond that had a grudge against Nilfgaard (like most locals).

The witcher left the small village bored but motivated enough by the promise of a reward. Roach was in a good mood that day, she was focused and receptive, and even if she was reactive to the presence of creatures, she stayed relaxed when they entered the woods.

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The forest was young. The trees quite thin and the sunlight could easily touch the grass. Nothing could be hiding here, it was all so… bright. Suddenly, Gerald heard something heavy. Like stones falling on dirt, or hooves, with light crunching of leaves. An animal. A rather big one, he deduced. He got off his horse, not wanting to make too much noise and scare of his only lead.

He only had to walk a small while before seeing the source of the sounds. It was a horse. Much taller than roach, and more stout. Pure white, with dark eyes. Geralt approached it cautiously, like he knew when he had to keep a horse calm. The animal looked at him, but only bent his neck to feed on the grass below it. Geralt reached out and gently stroked the horse’s muscular neck. Its mane was long, slightly flowing in the breeze. The steed was obviously domesticated, but wasn’t wearing any bridle or saddle, it also looked nothing like the local species.

It was too big, and beautiful.

That’s when geralt noticed something at the corner of his eye. Something blinding, like the reflection of light. He swiftly turned towards it, a hand already on his steel blade, but became immediately unsure of his choice of sword. The figure in front of him was undeniably humanoid. Fully clad in sharp armour, helmet hiding their face completely. The metal of it was so lustrous that it looked like it was emanating light by itself. He noticed designed on the armour, designs that were foreign to him. Astronomical depictions of stars and moons, inscriptions, things weren’t usually put on armour. One gauntlet hand resting on their long sword at their hip.

But it is there that he was questioning their humanity.

Even with all of this metal, Geralt didn’t hear them approach, his hearing was dulled and he had all of his mind set on find them.

So how? And which sword to use?

-« Witcher… »

The voice was muffled, neutral.

He waited for them to speak up again.

And they did.

-« I was letting him rest. He served me well all day. »

It took him a second to understand that they were talking about the horse.

-« What business do you have here? »

-« I am merely travelling. »

-« I heard you killed nilfgaardian guards. »

-« I saw them attacking an innocent woman. »

……

-« And I am not fond of them. »

Geralt slowy let his hand fall from his sword. It was the time to be diplomatic.

-« What are you? »

-« I’m a traveler. »

Frustration started to rise inside his chest. -« Are you human? »

They didn’t respond, rather, they lifted their hands to their helmet, slowly taking it off.

What he saw first was a piercing gaze, then a gentle expression. A woman’s face. And Geralt was feeling disappointed in himself when his heart skipped a beat.

-« I am human enough. »

Her voice was cold, but not aggressive.

-« What is such a skilled warrior doing « travelling »? »

Her lips were slightly upturned.

-« That’s what I always did. »

The woman walked towards Geralt and sat herself on a rock, next to the horse. She was smaller than him, yet she felt imposing, powerful. And while he didn’t trust her yet, Geralt sat next to her, leaving some distance between them.

-« You’ve been noticed by a girl, and I bet those soldiers not coming back to their duties will alert the rest of the guard. If you want to keep « travelling », you should probably leave. »

-« I will, I simply haven’t decided where to go yet. Winter is near, I must choose wisely. »

She patted the snout of her horse softly, looking at it munch happily on grass.

-« Where are you travelling to, Witcher ? »

Geralt was confused by the question, but did not let it phase him.

-« Back to my home. »

-« Ah, the hidden lair of witchers. Kaer Morhen, for the school of wolf, yes? »

He simply hummed in response.

-« Perhaps I’ll go there this winter. »

His brows furrowed.

-« You won’t find it. »

-« But I’ll look for it all the same. »

-« You won’t be given a warm welcome if you do. »

-« I am simply curious, one of the reason I travel. »

He had nothing to say to that. Geralt finally looked over to the knight and was met once again with those eyes. As sharp as daggers, yet so…

She stood up once more, precise in her movement. Her steed seemingly understanding that they were going to leave, rose its head and looked at her. She started to put back her helmet again.

-« Wait. »

She stopped.

-« I have a contract, that’s why I came looking for you. I have to bring back proof that you exist. »

-« For the young woman? »

Geralt nodded.

She put her helmet back on her head.

-« Well, I will try to meet her again before going away. But if I can’t… »

The knight reached into one of the pockets on her belt, and pulled out a dagger. A very artistically crafted one at that. She reached into her helm with it and pulled out a few good strands of hair.

She then put the dagger away, tided them, and presented them to Geralt.

-« People who exist often have hair. »

Geralt reached for it and inspected the strands.

-« I don’t know if that would be enough. »

Some moments passed before she reached back into a pocket and pulled out a silver ring. A really simple one, with only a the shape of a star embossed into it. And gave it to the witcher.

-« That would maybe convince her, if not, you could keep it as payment. »

Geralt nodded with slight uncertainty, as he watched the armoured woman reequip her horse (equipment that was simply hidden in a close by bush). He watched her as she mounted the horse, looking down at him.

What a glorious sight that was.

He stepped back, and nodded at her once again.

-« Goodbye witcher, we might meet again. »

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When he got back to the village, the simple mention that, yes, there was in fact a silver warrior in the forest got the woman he had a contract with to pay him handsomely. She was even more ecstatic when Geralt gave her the hair.

Well some of it.

In his pouch, in a small pocket, he kept a part of the strands, as well as the ring.

They smell of the mysterious woman. Like salt and lavender.

And another smell he couldn’t quite place.

indecipherable, like her.

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I hope you enjoyed this small one shot! I will come back and edit it once I'm a bit rested!

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Guys, I really want to write for the game version of Gerald of Rivia!

Mostly because I feel like there's not enough written about him, and because I wanted more content that isn't smut or with a powerless reader.

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I’d plant the stars in the ground for you is on hiatus for an unknown amount of time

I wanted to officially say it and not leave you guys in the dark !

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I’d plant the stars in the ground for you -> Moon Knight x Daughter!Reader

-‘If I could, I’d plant the stars in the ground for you, They’d grow as tall as your eyes so they’d shine for you only.’ ‘For then you’d see how the world is so big, but it was made for you. And you were made to be loved, loved by me.’ -

                                                           -by abbycates

PART THREE: Part one/Part two/Part three

Relationships: 

Father!Jake Lockley x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Steven Grant x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Marc Spector x daughter!reader Motherly Nut/ Slight Layla x Marc

TW: Depression and anxiety disorders, absent father, slight angst, Steven is a good dad, Marc tries, Jake is scared and hides but will come around. Konshu is intimidated by Nut hehe.

Nut, Nwt, (Ⲛⲉ), is the goddess of the sky, stars, cosmos, mothers, astronomy, all heavenly bodies and the universe in the ancient Egyptian religion. She was seen as a star-covered nude woman arching over the Earth. Nut was seen as a friend and protector of the dead, who appealed to her as a child appeals to its mother. (She is sometimes associated with the cow and represented with the horns of one)

A/N: the story takes place right after Konshu frees Steven and Marc.  She/Her reader pronouns but they aren’t used a lot, the term ‘daughter’ comes up tho. If you want to write/create anything that is inspired by this little story, feel free ! I just want a bit of credit hehe.

(POV: When you get screamed at by an ex you never knew you had) (they look so goofy omg) ___________________________________________ Your mother was a woman with quite a temper. She didn't fundamentally liked conflict, but sure knew how to express her disapproval. Or her wish to tear someone's head off. You've been sitting on the stairs in front of the Museum for about 15 minutes now. Your ice cream half melted in the little pot you held in your hand. You've been absent-mindedly eating the half melted cream, not paying attention to the people that walked past you. You could faintly hear your mother scream at Steven, or... well... You just didn't want to think about it right now. The sun was gone and your cold treat was now freezing your fingers. Grey clouds were looming in the sky and the wind had become stagnant. Everything was... fuzzy. It was weird how every event that occurred followed one another. It felt like a big joke, a big "fuck off" from life. Your vision was slightly blurred, you didn't really feel sad but tears were on the verge of pouring from your eyes.

You heard the steps of your mother becoming louder and louder, her voice was filled with disbelief and rage. « Oh you're father of the fucking year, are you ?! You stay the fuck away from (Y/N), from me ! »

He was running after her, trying to catch up to her as she clearly was trying to lose him in the crowd. You didn't look up at her when you saw her shoes enter your field of vision. « Come on, let’s get out of here (Y/N). »

You got up, not really paying attention to anything that was happening around you. Steven was heaving a bit when he caught up to your mother. You turned your back to them, knowing full well that they were about to raise their voices again. It was a bit ironic how you never experienced the arguments between your parents, but now that you did you were already tired of it.

« Listen, please. I have know idea who you are! »

Your mother had a bitter laugh.

« Oh that’s rich. »

He stuttered, clearly not knowing what to say to convince her anymore.

« (Y/N). » He said your name, trying to reason with you this time. You slowly looked up, his shirt was stained with your mother’s ice cream (which she probably threw at him when you ran away from the scene).

« I’m sorry kid but, » He took a deep breath and ran his hand along his forehead, he was sweating. « I’m… not your father. My name is Marc. »

It really was the worst excuse you had ever heard.

You didn’t exactly know what your expression was like but he immediately looked alarmed. You scoffed. You felt your lips tremble. « And Steven ? » « It’s complicated- » « Oh I’m sure, and it’s not that I don’t believe you, but I’d rather trust my mother. » « (Y/N), I don’t know what’s going on either. » You groaned, rubbing your eyes with your palms. « Jake, you leave her out of this- » « Jake?! » You looked at your mother, almost offended. « Steven, Marc, Jake? How many names do you fucking have ?! » « I’m NOT Jake ! » « Come on, sweetheart, let’s just go home, ignore him. »

« Leave…me alone. »

Your mom tried to protest but you just started to run down the stairs. You wanted to just GO AWAY. Disappear for a moment. They were following you, both trying to ask you to stay, your mom wanting you to come home and the... Other just wanting answers. And he was a lot faster than your mother. As you ran down the street, he grabbed your arm with a strength that scared you.

« (Y/N) ! »

You didn’t like him saying your name anymore. I want to leave, I want to leave, I want to leave, I WANT TO LEAVE.

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You felt like you just woke up from a dream, but you were very aware that it wasn’t one. You were laid down on sand. You were on a beach.

You took deep breaths of the salted wind. The clouds were moving in waves, at a bizarre speed. The sea was calm, and the sand was white and made of thin grains. You stayed on the ground, realising how no one was around. You weren’t afraid of looking at the sky anymore. And then, you forgot why you were so upset.

…..

« Nut ? »

‘Yes, child ?’ 

You exhaled.

« I like this place. » You said as you took a small amount of sand in your palm, letting it slip away with the wind. You heard her laugh softly. ‘It is quite lovely. And I am glad to be able to see it with you.’ You started drawing small spirals into the sand. 'I am quite fond of Earth.'

« Why is he an avatar ? »

She stayed quiet for a few seconds.

‘Avatars are vessels for us Gods. You are a mean to interact with humanity where we cannot. If your father was chosen by Khonshu, then he must be trying to hide it from you.’ « … Why ? » 'Well...' She marked another pause. 'Khonshu proclaimed himself as a god of vengeance. His avatar must take care of that for him. Gods can grant their vessels superhuman abilities. He might be dangerous. At least in his opinion.' « And he’s not ? »

You heard her sigh.

‘He maybe is. But Khonshu was always proud and arrogant. He feels as if he owns the night. Where I swallow the sun each day to let him prevail. He cannot see past his own beak.’ You chuckled at the mention of his beak. A bird. A bird god. You stared at the calm waves as the sun started to peek through the agitated clouds. « You can give powers ? And… make us into superheroes or something? Ancient Egypt Avengers. » She giggled.

« Could you give ‘me’ powers…? »

‘I could. But you don’t have to serve me in any way. What kind of powers would you need ?’

You sat up slowly, looking around the desert beach.

« Something to get me back to London, for starters. » ‘Oh, right.’ _________________ This chapter is a bit short, but I hope it is still enjoyable! Everyone is confused, but (Y/N) starts to feel more comfortable with Nut :) __________________

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hello. I saw your pinned post and had this idea for a jake lockley fic where the reader is the avatar of Petbe(the Egyptian God of revenge) and is just as ruthless as Jake and that makes him curious and attracted to the reader

Impersonator

Jake Lockley x PetbeAvatar!Reader

TW: typical Moon Knight violence, Jake is a bit horn knee, minor character death, cursing (bad woooords)

MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE

Jake wears the suit !

A/N: I tried to have fun creating a suit and weapons for this avatar, Petbe is not really well documented so I improvised a bit of a backstory :)

GN!Reader

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Petbe was what you could call persistant.

Over thousands of years ago, the gods trapped him in stone due to his tendency to rightfully complain about the Gods wrong doings over humanity. He would follow them like a shadow, looming over them, whispering their regrets and faults. He'd hide in the sky and plan whatever punishment he thought was appropriate.

His biggest grudge was the one over his emprisonnement, the Gods refused to see the truth, they refused to face the consequences. His ouchebti was left to rot in a lost tomb, forgotten by his own kind.

It ended up on the black market, passing from greedy hands to greedy hands of men who only wanted another piece added to their meretricious collections.

You were still just an assassin when you met him. You were running from your previous employer after you refused to terminate your target. His ex-wife, who ran away from him because of his abusive behavior, with her new lover, with whom she had a child several years after she left.

He wanted all of them executed, child included.

Now, you were never one to question the whys and hows of your job, that was just that, a job. You grew up in it, was good at it and could live with this erratic lifestyle. You often worked for mobster or gangs, refusing anything that was too political.

Assholes asked you to kill other assholes. Not that big of a deal. You never made it too bloody, you were here to kill, not torture or exert sick fantasies.

Which was why you were now knee deep in shit.

The guy's goons were after you, you'd ran away and hid in some kind of an old warehouse full of crates with random symbols you couldn't understand. You were discrete and agile enough to not get hit or injured, but you sure as hell was corned.

These idiots were using all of their ammo by just randomly shooting to where they thought you were hidden, shattering objects that were probably worth way more than their paycheck.

The sounds of empty shells of bullets hitting the ground filled the air as you tired to come to terms with the fact that you were probably going to die.

But a certain shot resonated and was followed but an eruption of dark smoke. Did those dumb fucks accidentally shoot into a toxic gaz container ?!

'Finally...'

A shiver went down your spine as an other wordly voice rang through the building. Your persecutors started screaming in fear and shooting frantically, but not at you anymore.

'This is not what I would call a warm welcome.'

An immense gush of wind, a powerful force swept over the warehouse, sending you flying with all the others. An incredibly heavy crate landed on your leg and, even with your years of training, you couldn't help but scream in pain.

As you tried your best to get back up, you caught a glimpse of the gigantic figure before you.

It looked like a mass of darkness, a void of an entity. It was hooded and long robes trailed after it as it walked around, examining the destruction it created.

'Oh, you seem different.'

You were ready to die, but you didn't expect this.

The creature lowered itself towards you, like it knelt on the ground. It was observing you but you couldn't see it's eyes.

'You were the one they were going after.'

A clawed hand that was as big as your head grabbed your jaw firmly. Your immediate reaction was grab it's wrist and try to pull away.

'Now, tell me why.'

You knew why, and you could only answer between jagged breath, terrified and enraged, still high on adrenaline.

« I refused to k-kill ! »

It chuckled.

'Oh but child, you are a killer.'

« It wasn’t fair ! »

It hummed, as if it was pondering on your answer. It suddenly pushed the crate off of you as if it weighed nothing. You shrieked and screamed again, as you held your leg.

'Do you thinking you deserved to be hunted down ?'

You answered without thinking.

« No. »

'Do you wish for revenge?'

And once again:

« Yes. »

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It was a quiet night. You wondered London's street in search for a certain man: Olaf Kelly. An horrible human being that kept on slipping through justice's fingers.

It was very well known that he held copies of documents picturing numerous acts of child abuse, and this fucking idiot would still walk alone at night feeling serene.

You knew exactly where he would go, a shady cul-de-sac where exchanges of said documents occurred. Except he wouldn't find anyone there tonight. You took care of the others.

You followed him without a worry, your silver reaping hook in hand, knowing you blended with the shadows perfectly.

But the moon was annoyingly bright this night.

You saw him turn at the corner of his filthy hideout, but soon after, you heard a scream.

Running to the source of the commotion, you ended up finding a strange display.

Olaf was getting beaten into the ground by a man wearing a white cape. His eyes were shiny with a pure white glow. The greyish white bandage of his fists were bloodied and a cresent golden moon adorned his chest.

An avatar.

'Oh my, I didn't think we'd meet Khonshu.'

« Hey! »

The hooded man, who still held your target by the neck, looked up at you.

« Step away, this one’s mine. »

There was a pause before he started laughing, quite obviously, at you.

« Ah mierda, you really think I’ll just let you do my job ? »

« Your job? »

You stalked towards him, Olaf had his face beaten into a pulp and he kept whimpering at you not to hurt him.

« You are Khonshu’s avatar, the god of the moon and night sky. How is it your job to punish those who deserve the wrath of vengeance ? »

Your ink-black robe moved in graceful motions behind you as you stopped in front of him.

In a fluid motion, you grabbed Olaf by his hair and cut at the avatar's arm. You proceeded to slice your target's throat in one smooth motion, letting him fall to the ground in dead silence.

« Impersonator. »

'Impersonator.'

The man jumped on you, immediately going for your abdomen. He landed a few hits on you, and they were strong ones. His golden blades grazed you too close in your opinion. As you were under him, you wrapped one of your many black scarves around his ankle, making him trip and fall.

You flung him into a wall and quickly wrapped the other end of the scarf around a nearby lamppost, pulling on it and making him hang upside down. 

You grabbed his wrists and held them over his head. You looked into those white voids that were his eyes. His breathing was erratic, his chest heaving.

'Khonshu throws tantrums when he cannot have what he thinks he deserves. He puts on a spectacle, his weapons are golden and his avatar wears a color so vivid only to be seen by all and recognized as a hero. What do you think (Y/N) ? Should his avatar live ?'

You inhaled sharply, still trying to read his face even if it was completely covered in rolls and rolls of bandage.

« Your face. »

He scoffed at your demand, but the mask fell nonetheless. You were met with wild, tired eyes. He had a smirk on his face and dark curls stuck on his forehead. A blush dusted his cheeks.

« I won. »

His lips opened like he was about to retort, but you put the blade of your sickle to them.

« Stay out of my way. »

The blade cut his lips as he smiled widely.

« Not before you let me take you out for dinner, precioso. »

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Hope this was ok !

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Nut.

- Watercolor and Gouache.

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Nut, coverer of the sky.

She who protects.

Mistreas of all.

She who holds a thousand souls.

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Avatar!Reader requests open

I noticed how some writers created 'x Moon Knight' readers who were Avatars to other gods, so I'm opening my requests for that specific type of x reader ! I already have a fic about a MoonKnight (as in the whole system) x daughter!reader where she is the avatar of the goddess Nut. (That you can find here) You can always request your own ideas of types of avatars and their interactions with: -Steven -Jake -Marc -Khonshu I will do fluff, angst, light smut but will refrain from topics that I find personally triggering :) I'll always prioritize "original avatars" which are simply gods and goddesses vessels that weren't written by other writers (but I'm always open to those if credit is given to the original creator :)). Nut is completely on the market if you have ideas you want to submit! <3 Nut, Nwt, (Ⲛⲉ), is the goddess of the sky, stars, cosmos, mothers, astronomy, all heavenly bodies and the universe in the ancient Egyptian religion. She was seen as a star-covered nude woman arching over the Earth. Nut was seen as a friend and protector of the dead, who appealed to her as a child appeals to its mother. (She is sometimes associated with the cow and represented with the horns of one)

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I’d plant the stars in the ground for you -> Moon Knight x Daughter!Reader

-‘If I could, I’d plant the stars in the ground for you, They’d grow as tall as your eyes so they’d shine for you only.’ ‘For then you’d see how the world is so big, but it was made for you. And you were made to be loved, loved by me.’ -

                                                           -by abbycates

PART TWO:

Part one/Part two/Part three

Relationships:  Father!Jake Lockley x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Steven Grant x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Marc Spector x daughter!reader Motherly Nut/ Slight Layla x Marc

TW: Depression and anxiety disorders, absent father, slight angst, Steven is a good dad, Marc tries, Jake is scared and hides but will come around. Konshu is intimidated by Nut hehe.

Nut, Nwt, (Ⲛⲉ), is the goddess of the sky, stars, cosmos, mothers, astronomy, all heavenly bodies and the universe in the ancient Egyptian religion. She was seen as a star-covered nude woman arching over the Earth. Nut was seen as a friend and protector of the dead, who appealed to her as a child appeals to its mother. (She is sometimes associated with the cow and represented with the horns of one)

A/N: the story takes place right after Konshu frees Steven and Marc.  She/Her reader pronouns but they aren’t used a lot, the term ‘daughter’ comes up tho.

If you want to write/create anything that is inspired by this little story, feel free ! I just want a bit of credit hehe.

(Every time a god speaks the text is inbetween 'thoses'. Nut's dialogues are in blue.)

(In the Moon Knight series, Steven's supposed to have worked at the British Museum, even if the scenes weren't shot there x)) __________________________________________

It didn’t take long for Nut to send you back home. Whatever she wanted, she must’ve felt it wasn't as important as the torment you experienced in that moment.

°°°°

He grabbed you firmly by the shoulders and stared into your eyes, searching for something in them.

« …(Y/N). »

You wanted to leave, this was a mistake. Listening and doing as voice in your head asked was a mistake. Coming to a place that was so unfamiliar to you was a mistake. Meeting those people was. A. Mistake.

Thunder cut through the thick silence of the desert. Where did those clouds come from?

The man in front of you dropped his gaze to your chest, fixated on the opal that shone in the light of the lightning that was now fragmenting the sky. His fingers held the necklace as you froze into place.

The woman that seemed so suspicious of you when she first saw you walked to your side and took one of his arms in her hand, gently but firmly. Inciting him to let you go.

« What is going on? It’s just a kid. » He mouthed something inaudible and brought his eyes back to yours. His grip loosened but his palms were still on your shoulders.

'If you wish to leave, I could bring you back. We will meet Khonshu again. What would you prefer, little one?' « Marc? Steven? » The woman inquired, using two names. You felt cold, you couldn't hear their voices anymore, the sound of thunder resonating inside your ribcage. You struggle out of their grip and took a couple of steps back. « I want to go home… »

The man stepped back as well looking at you with a now soft expression and sad eyes.

« Vuelve a tu casa. Go »

°°°° When you went back to London, the night was still here. You ended up directly into your bedroom. You felt sick, your vision was foggy. You took a couple of steps and felt completely off balance. You got on your bed and sat and your knees. You couldn't help but grab a pillow and bury your face in it, trying to block out everything. The sound, the noise, the air, the thoughts. Nut was still talking to you, with this sweet, smooth, and unnerving voice. « Just… leave me alone. Please. » And just like that, everything was quiet. A week passed where you could only think about what happened that day. You didn't want to come outside anymore, seeing eyes in the sky, watching your every move. Not being forced to attend class left you with a lot of free time on your hands. That's when you started your research, you spent days on your computer just browsing for hours. You never had that big of an interest in egyptology before, and your mother obviously noticed. Even if she wasn't around most of the day, she was surprised to see you less and less when she got back from work. When you ate together, you would mention things you learned while watching a documentary or reading an article.

One evening, she knocked at your bedroom door:

« Baby? »

You looked up from the screen.

« Yeah? Come in. » She entered your room and sat on your bed, making you bounce a little bit.

« So… Still on your little nerd expedition about Egypt? » She smirked. You felt embarrassed, you probably were rambling about it incessantly for the past days.

« I can shut up about it you know, just say the word. »

« No no, it’s great even! I’m glad you found something you’re really interested in. It’s been a while. » It might've been a while since something peeked your interest...

« You know what, since I have a day off tomorrow, we could go to the British Museum, they have a big ‘Ancient Egypt’ section there. There’s even a gelato store on the way. » You couldn't help but smile at that. Your mom was always trying her best, raising you all by herself was the greatest thing that happened to her, or so she says.

« Yeah, that’d be nice. »

« If you’re nice to your ma I’ll even buy you something to geek over- » She teased. « -like a book or something. » You leaned on her shoulder in a side hug.

« You’re just feeding the nerd ma. » ____ __ _ It was comically hot the next day. The sun was blinding and you were now more excited about the ice cream than the museum. When you got to the shop, your mother simply told you to go on ahead to the museum while she waited for your ice cream. It felt like such a long time since you walked outside, even if it was only down a busy avenue. The sun was burning your back but a light breeze flew over you. It wasn't unpleasant. What was uncomfortable was this feeling that Nut wasn't really gone. She couldn't have left, she's always there. That's why you couldn't help but just stare at the ground as you walked. And you inevitably ran into someone. Or they ran into you, you couldn't tell. The impact was so strong and the person so much bigger than you that you spun around, landing on your ass with your elbow following quickly after. « AH ! » You sat up, immediately rubbing your elbow to try and ease up the bruise.

« Oh bollocks! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Here let me help you up- » You both froze up as you saw each other. He lifted his finger and pointed at you.

« It’s you… » « It’s you. »

After the initial shock, his pointed finger turned into an extended hand. « Come on, I can’t imagine the ground being that comfortable. » You took his hand hesitantly, not really knowing how to react.

« So… You’re an avatar? You seem young to be one… I mean- not that it’s against you, just… Why were you there? In Cairo? » You shrugged.

« Nut wanted to see Khonshu… »

« Well, too bad I guess. I’m sorry if it’s rough for you. I know how-how that must feel...» You fiddled with the hem of your top.

« I was just going to the museum with my ma. She’ll be here soon… »

Suddenly he seemed to lit up, a small award smile appeared on his lips.

« The British Museum? For the Egyptian section I presume. » He had a nervous laugh « I used to work there. I-if you’d like I could give you tour ? And figure out- » He made a vague motion with his hand, trying to mimic something « this big old mess. I-I completely understand if it makes you uncomfortable, and I'd just go. » Well... You were going there anyways.

« Sure… But just so you know, my mom’ll be there in a few. So don’t try to… Kidnap me or anything. »

His eyes tripled in size.

« Oh god, no! Absolutely not! I mean, yes of course! But god no! »

you couldn’t help but chuckle. ---------------- ____ __ You were surprised by how much knowledge Steven, which you learned was his name, could spit out. He had answers for every question you gave. He showed you depictions of Nut on ancient murals. Told you stories about how she was banished from Earth because of her love for Geb, the god of Earth. And in the most natural of ways, the conversation got more personal. "Why did Khonshu leave?" "What does Nut ask you to do?" "Why did the sky shift that night?"

« How do you know my name? »

His enthusiastic smile froze and he tilled his head slightly to the side. « What? »

« Back in Egypt, when you saw me… You said my name. »

« I’m sorry I… Don’t know your name. I’m sorry, uh wh-what’s your name ? »

You rubbed the opal on your pendant between your thumb and index in a soothing tic.

« …but you said it. » He looked to the side and rubbed his lip with his thumb.

« …not even Marc… » « What the fuck are you doing here? »

You both jumped as the voice of your mother resonated through the halls of the exhibition. She was holding your ice cream in both her hands, and was staring daggers into the man next to you.

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Nut depiction from Yliade.

A very cool drawing of Geb and Nut by an artist I couldn't find.

___________________________________ I'm opening my ask/submission box if you have headcanon or scenario ideas about the Nut avatar!Reader ;)

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My version of Nut.   Every day, the sun disappears in the mouth of Nut, the mother of the stars.

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I really get inspired by people's art of Nut for "I'd plant the stars in the ground for you" :D

Nut, Egyptian goddess of the sky.

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I just erased all of part two of my moonknight x daughter!reader fic

it’s so late halp

I appreciate the feedback tho :,)

I have the overall structure still in mind, I’ll start again tomorroooow