#amun x reader

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Even Gods can Bleed

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A/N: This is definitely more of a backstory but it does have some cute Amun x OC moments. This is a new series in defense of one of my favorite vamps I hope everyone is okay with it. I will be changing canon just a wee bit because...well because I can. Benjamin and Tia will be siblings and he will be canonically aged at 15

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A/N: another note this was inspired by @heartrise because she’s my sounding board lately and she’s incredible thank you

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Summary: Amun has been against a confrontation with the volturi from the start. He is known to have avoided the last war involving his coven, his reasoning was never told to even Carlisle. Will history repeat itself?

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 The air was still, as unmoving as they were. It was a rare day for the weather to be overcast. The heat still clung to the skin of the people walking around, he wondered if they appreciated the freedom of not having to hide their existence. How simple to be a human. How ignorant. Not the faintest idea that on the wrong day they could be dead in seconds. Not even the strongest among them would be able to escape. The weather had permitted him to step outside, not far from his home. He wouldn’t dare risk that, a garden of sorts right next to their hidden dwelling. Still, there were days when the coven decided to enjoy the weather. The sun still felt warm on his cheeks, with no worry about he himself overheating from the intense heat. A small perk to eternal life, he supposed.

 Kebi smelled them first. More of their kind, unwelcome visitors, “Amun, Mut.” They had already shared a look before Mut ushered the “children” inside. They walked among the humans, they were acquaintances. No, they were unwelcome guests. Coming unannounced could only means they felt unsafe to call. Unless they broke the rules, there was no reason to feel that way. Mut rushed back into the garden, nodding at her sister. Kebi flitted away to meet them.

 “Amun…”

 “I know, my love.”

 ……Mut hesitated “I should go with them.”

 “No, they will be fine. We don’t want to appear.. suspicious.”

 “You have a lot of faith, husband. They grow restless.” Mut quieted her voice. Amun knew she was right, she often was. He was more surprised she didn’t argue that they should be included in the conversation. It was one of the more contentious points of their relationship. If she wasn’t fighting for Benjamin and Tia to stick around, then the situation seemed strange to her as well. The pair met with an indifferent Kebi coldly greeting their guests. Mut interlocked hands with her to lead her away and the pair stood behind Amun.

“Come sister,” Mut chimed in, she smiled softly towards her mate as she turned. The Cullens could sense the message though she had said nothing towards them.

 Leave.

You are not welcome.

 They didn’t need Edward to understand what all three of them were thinking.

 “Amun. Its been a long time.”

 “And yet, it is clear you are not here for a social visit. Lets skip the formalities Carlisle. What is it you want?”

 Mut surveyed the traveling couple. Carlisle and Esme. Old acquaintances. Or at least Carlisle had been, the former look exhausted. The centuries of the inability to sleep seemed somehow etched on his face. It aged him. The woman they had known to be cheerful, almost naïve in their prior meetings, had a look in her eyes Amun and Mut had only seen in each other a handful of times. She looked like a mother. A worried one. A mother who was about to risk her life for her child. Amun instinctively took a half a step back, he was not willing to risk his family right now. Mut stepped forward placing a hand on Amuns back for a second to take over some of the anxiety in the room.

 “Before we start Carlisle why don’t we sit somewhere more comfortable?” Kebi got the hint and led them towards the living area, Mut turned around raising her eyebrow slightly, Amun nodded away her worry and she quickly followed behind Kebi. Amun followed the group. The Egyptian coven remained silent once everyone had sat, waiting for the bad news that was sure to follow.

 “I suppose there no getting around it hm? Edwar—our son, he somewhat made a mistake.”

 “You can’t somewhat make a mistake Carlisle, did he or did not?” Mut was losing her patience, quickly.

 “He didn’t.” Esme interjected, “It’s a miracle really. We are all so lucky… but things were taken out of context.”

 “Please…continue.” Amun squeezed Mut’s hand as he began to speak, avoiding eye contact.

 “Edward, he—he got his mate pregnant.”

 “That’s…what? Impossible! a vampire cannot conceive a child.” Amun and Mut stared at the usually neutral, Kebi, and then back at each other before getting their thoughts together.

 “His mate was a human when-“

 “That is enough.” Amun stood up, Mut and Kebi followed him as left the room

 “Amun please.”

 “I am sorry but we cannot help you Carlisle whatever it is your son has or has not done. We are done here.”

 “We wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important.”

 “You must go.”

 Mut heard them millisecond too late, the giggling and footsteps arriving, the water rising well above their heads and beautifully molding itself to the intricate designs of their home, “I would like to hear about it. Amun never lets me meet his friends.”

 “I cant imagine why.” Carlisle responded sarcastically. Amun was frozen. There weren’t many people who knew about Benjamin and his sister, Tia.

 “That’s because he doesn’t have any.” Mut joked to lighten the situation. Worrying her adopted children was out of the question. Benjamin was stretching the truth a bit. But this was a sore spot for everyone. The two younger vampires yearned for complete freedom. Mut and Kebi agree they should be less restrictive. But every time the conversation comes around, Amun has the equivalent of a panic attack. Even now, he had gone completely silent. Carlisle suddenly saw the answer to their problems in Benjamin.

 “Believe me I know how it sounds but it would be best to see for yourself. We would never ask you to fight on our behalf but if you could come see—“ he seemed to to struggle to find the best phrase, the words most likely to make a difference, “their daughter… you will see she is different than an immortal child. She grows every day. All we’re asking is for you to see the truth.”

  “It seems you give us little choice Carlisle.” Mut stated, “You may leave, we will make a decision tonight. But you have outstayed your welcome.”

 “Please, the volturi—” Esme began pleading but the ones experienced had heard enough.

 “If the volturi have made a decision, it will make little difference what our opinions are. This is no longer a suggestion. Get. Out.” Mut’s voice was steel. Benjamin and Tia shrunk back. This was not a voice they had heard from her, the delivery was low but threatening. No one would have heard anything, still it made her seem terrifying. Amun seemed to snap out of his daze momentarily to come up behind his mate.

 He gently rested his hand on the arch in her back, “I believe my mate has made herself clear. We will discuss this tonight, if we decide to go then we shall see you back in Washington. Goodbye.”

 Esme tugged on his hand looking at Carlisle with eyes expecting him to keep fighting. Carlisle stared back and nodded. Esme sighed and they disappeared from the home.

“So… are we actually discussing this or was that for fun?” Kebi broke the silence in the air first

 “No.”

 “Yes.”

 Tia and Benjamin watched as Amun and Mut spoke at the same time.

 “My love, why on earth would we help them?”

 “I’ll be honest, I’m curious. Are you not? Besides we do not have to see the volturi. If we really want we can call their secretaries and tell them what we saw. Aro will not check every witness and Carlisle has many friends.”

 “If they intend to fight it wont matter what the truth is.”

 “I suppose that’s true.” Mut turned to Kebi and the two younger vampires, “I think we all need to take a couple hours. We can talk more in a little bit.” She tugged at Amuns hand and the two retreated to their room. Making sure to speak as quietly as she could to where Benjamin and Tia wouldn’t be able to make out their words.

“I want to see him.”

 “No.”

 “Amun. You need to talk to him.”

 “I cannot, I couldn’t even go to Volterra with you and Kebi when Tia was turned.”

 “If you don’t talk to him and something happens in that fight, you will never forgive yourself.” Amun looked away, his jaw clenched at the daughter of the war that ruined their lives, “Benjamin and Tia both need to see more of the world anyway. They can make their own choice.”

 “Do you remember the last time one of our children wanted to fight?”

 “It was her choice. Just like it should be theirs. It is their life.”

 The vampire had only come to the Egypt to deliver a message but even then it was clear to many of them that this one was more powerful than anyone in their own coven. The news made everyone uneasy. The Romanian coven had been defeated. The same coven that had forced all of the nomads near Egypt to band together or face possible decimation alone. The humans had made their own stories. They were divided on what to do, but there was tiny God advocating to fight. Why should they give up their power. The humans knew what they were and there was little protest. Amun and his wife, Mut feared what would happen. Horus, Set were vocal in their thoughts to fight back. They wanted to prove their strength. Unfortunately, Sekhmet agreed. The Goddess the humans had labeled the Goddess of War was now, living up to her name. The day seemed to drag as the coven waited for the newcomers arrival, the volturi. It seemed to drag to everyone except Amun and Mut. There wasn’t enough time.

 “Please come with us.” Mut begged

 “Daughter, you know we stand no chance.” Amun reasoned.

 “So, the plan is we do nothing?”

 “The plan is to survive. We are not the only ones not participating.”

 “Yes, yes Osisris and Isis.” Annoyance clear as day in the young vampires voice. The already proud vampire had been given an ego boost from the praise she had come to receive

 “And Tawaret?”

 “Father please. We shouldn’t just give up our land.”

 “They said they weren’t taking our territory, they just want us to stop being seen from the humans. What makes you think we can do better than the romanians?”

 “Fine. We stay here until the dispute is settled.”

 Curiosity killed the cat. But what she found didn’t bring it back. Sekhmet grew impatient. Pacing for hours. She screamed at Amun, calling him a coward. Mut pleaded for her to understand why they thought it was best to not fight unnecessarily before she lashed out at her too. Kebi finally had enough.

“If you want to go, then go. No one is stopping you. It’s a suicide mission, even you can see that.”

 “Ptah…” Sekhmet whimpered, Amun and Mut trained their eyes on her again. Kebi growled as she rolled her eyes at the mere mention of his name. He was known to be the god of healing. A side effect of an unfortunate human seeing him put himself back together after picking a fight with Khonshu. He was insufferable to everyone but Sekhmet. Sekhmet was young, reckless. She couldn’t see Ptah more or less just enjoyed the attention. They could live an eternity, there was little anyone could say to try and stop the infatuation. Ptah was too old for her, she was barely older than a child. She had only been changed because Mut had seen the poor girl starving, barely able to move. She remembers begging her husband or sister to help. Her husband conceded, his own heart aching at the sight of the helpless child. Sekhmet was young but cunning enough to see that her parents and aunt were not budging.

 “I am really sorry Kebi.” The sound of Kebi’s arms shattering sent Mut into a panic. The pair rushed toward their crying sister and Sekhmet turned running towards the battle, hoping to at least take one of those arrogant vampires down.

That was the last time Amun and Mut saw their daughter alive. They arrived too late. The humans were rampant; screaming, sobbing and going into hiding, not that it did them any good. Smoke filled the air, making difficult for even them to see and breathe. Though they were never sure if it was the smoke or the guilt and desperation that made them choke up. At least three pyres were burning as the sun set on what started on a regular day. Amun and his mate had arrived seconds, seconds after the last body was thrown into the fire. They froze as they saw Sekhmets eyes staring back at them, an apology dying on her lips that they would never hear. Had they ran farther maybe she would have avoided the fight… had they been faster maybe they would have arrived in time to intercept her…questions like this would plague Amun and his mate for the rest of eternity, all they could see was tiny Sekhmet, her face temporally frozen in a state of fear as she realized her efforts would be wasted.

 Aro interceded before Caius tried to destroy them too. The grief was something unlike anything Aro had felt before. It overwhelmed him. Marcus saw the bonds himself, strong enough to warn Caius about them. As soon as he understood why the pair looked so crazed he softened. Aro explained what happened throughout the fight, even the warning they had offered to Sekhmet, but she had proven to be quite capable even to their best fighter, he also apologized and said he would leave them be so long as they adhered to the new rules. Amun had been holding his sobbing mate. Her body doubled over, he himself struggling to hold his composure as he knelt beside her. Aro said little else, this new coven that had so mercilessly destroyed their own, showed them a mercy they weren’t expecting.

 Still for centuries after, everytime Amun closed his eyes he saw his daughter staring back at him.

 “Amun?” It had been ages, him and his mate had traveled enough that she had grown tired of her name, changing and cutting ties with that part of her past. Another event would cause her to change her name again, leaving her with what people knew her as now. Amun meanwhile was dissociating, a byproduct of his grief that still occasionally showed itself.

 “Hm?”

 “They will want to go. Whether or not we follow we will not be able to stop them.”

 “I know. I refuse to make the same mistake.”

 “Agreed, it wont happen again.”

 “No, never again.”

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How they react to you rejecting them

Amun

He has been worshipped and seen as a god for many years, I believe he'll take your rejection a stab to his undead heart.

Kebi will reassure him you'll come around but your words stung him and his once confident extorter crumbles. "No, I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a vampire. I had accepted I won't live long and I don't need you screwing it all up because of some freakish Vampire claim".

Amun couldn't fathom the harsh truth, Benjamin tries to make you reconsider but of course he is met with rejection. "No, Benjamin I don't want to be with him" Benjamin attempts were futile.

Amun doesn't take the rejection instead he does everything he can to woo you. Gifts, letters containing words of affirmation and he goes as far as to pay for your college tuition.

He'll visit the Cullens frequently if it means he gets to see you, he won't stop trying to convince you. Addressing the mate bond and how you are meant for him and him only.

Stefan

He too will not be able to fathom your words "I... I understand" he'll give you space. Believing you'll come around after all you are destined to be together.

He doesn't take your rejection well; no, he doesn't lash out. He'll consult Vladimir "What am I doing wrong brother? Why doesn't He/She/They like me? am I unappealing?".

Vladimir will grow annoyed and angry at you; can't you see what you are doing to Stefan? Vladimir will only grow angrier when you ignore Stefan attempts.

Stefan now believes he is approaching this the wrong way, maybe you like taking things slow. He'll court you like a true gentleman, flowers, chocolates and even going as far as to write to you.

If that doesn't work, he'll show you he is a provider, you'll scream as you find a dead animal carcass waiting for you in your room. No, you are not even a vampire yet and this will only scare you. long story short hang in there.

Vladimir

He is not equally as composed compared to his coven mate Stefan, he'll be flabbergasted and will be asking you all sorts of questions. "What!...you can't do that!?" Stefan will have no choice but to intervene before one of Cullens takes the matter into their hands.

Stefan will have to suffer through Vladimir complaining and whining. "How dare He/She/They reject me!? Doesn't He/She/They know anything about the mate bond!? Who doesn't know anything about the mate bond!?".

This could go on for days, Vladimir nagging and constantly talking about how your rejection hurt him. He has been without a mate for centuries, believing he will never be able to get a second chance at love.

Vladimir will overwhelm you with gifts, small notes of pleas and to reconsider. Stefan will be the one pushing his coven mate to make an effort instead of angrily stomping about and glaring holes into the back of the Cullens' heads.

In the end Vladimir will come back empty handed, cue the venom tears and the sad questions. "Why doesn't He/She/They like me Stef? Am I that bad? What should I do?".

There is one thing the Romanians have in common and it is the animal carcass approach. Proving they, both support your vegetarian diet once you undergo the transformation.

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Amun Affection Headcannons.

REQUESTED : By anon.

Sorry for the lack of content, Uni has been kicking my arse and I finally decided to at least try so it’s not my best work but oh well! Sorry anon I know it’s been a while but hope you all enjoy anyways

- Amun is very private man who will rarely show any type of public affection especially in front of his coven. So he’ll keep his hand at the small of your back whenever you’re near, keeping you relatively close to him at all times.  

- However, there’s a massive change in his behavior when you’re in private and he’ll love to just hold you in his arms, pressing you into his cold chest as he runs his fingers over your arms and back.  

- There’s a somewhat alarming protective instinct in Amun, meaning that he’ll constantly try to keep you at his side or at least in his sights. No matter where you go, he’ll be hovering and making sure you’re safe.

- Amun loves when you both lay in bed, gently caressing each other, whispering sweet nothings in your ears as he speaks of your combined future.

- He makes it abundantly clear that the two of you are not to be disturbed under any circumstances unless it’s a coven emergency. He values your time alone greatly and believes it’s an essential part of your relationship.

- I think his love language is a mix of quality time and gift giving.

- Amun loves getting you pieces of jewellery, trinkets or lavish clothes and seeing you model outfits. It makes his undead heart flutter seeing you happy and excited.  

- After a long day Amun would retire to his room and bundle you into his arms, holding your frame within his embrace.  

- I think he would love to relax by reading aloud with you lying draped over his chest, caressing your bare skin. Also, he would love to tell you funny stories of the old kingdom and his ‘glory’ days to make you laugh.  

- Finally, he would never admit it aloud, but it makes him feel whole watching you sleep so peacefully in his arms and allowing him to be your safe space.  

[grace19rob]

BREATHLESS

Chapter Four

When Y/N Clearwater meekly stepped into the Cullen’s home that fateful afternoon, she never expected she would fall so utterly in love with such a forbidden idea - if only that coven had known better to stay away, she’d never had gotten into this mess…

Hi everyone, this is my first story on here - I hope everyone enjoys it as not many people write for the Egyptian Coven (which is a crime itself). I will be coming back to edit this and revamp it once i'm feeling a bit more comfortable, any ideas, comments or suggestions are welcome as I'd love to interact with all of yous! Feel free to drop a message or comment any time and I'll get back to yous as soon as I can :)

I once again found myself surrounded by the multitude of the Cullen's vampiric guests as we stood surrounding Edward as he discussed the peaceful approach we would be taking in regard to the audience with the Volturi.

"I'm not asking yous to fight unprovoked, I simply need to be able to rely on all of you if we need to" he stated, " I know it is a lot to ask of you all, especially the pack" he turned to us as we stood further from the larger group. "This is more dangerous for yous, yous can be hurt or even killed if it comes to that" we all mulled over his declaration as we silently looked between one another.

Seth stepped forward, "I'll stand by Jake no matter what he decides" he proudly stated, ever the lost little puppy, and all eyes turned to pin him in place.

"I guess I have to as well then" Leah begrudgingly mumbled as she tugged Seth back into his place between her and Jacob while I stood to her right.

All eyes turned to me, awaiting my answer I finally spat out a "As long as it is alright with Sam - I can't go against the Alpha, but I'll speak to him". My face heat up as I scanned the crowd of staring vampire, particularly catching on the Egyptian Coven, who I'd became so familiar with during the course of the day.

Amun caught my eye as he smiled briefly and nodded, seemingly a kind attempt to put me at ease under all the scrutiny while Kebi smiled brightly making my heart flutter in my chest. Clearing my throat I turned my attention back to Edward as I caught a flicker of shock and surprise pass through his timeless features.

The sun died down a few hours later as the group sat surrounding the blazing fire pit, situated in small groups forming a larger cohort trading stories from their long extremely captivating lives.

Garrett had just finished his tale, describing his multitude of fights on the front line of centuries worth of wars when the Cullen's previous confrontation with the so called 'new born army' was brought up - almost instantly capturing every person present's attention.

Emmett, stood scarily close to the fire and shouting exaggerated stories from the horrible day, began spieling about how the wolves had eaten some of the newborns. Only then did I pipe up "We didn't eat any of the vampires Emmett" I yelled over the sound of the vampiric laughter.

"You should have seen Y/N, big and fluffy, tearing off these idiots' arms as they charged for the pack! God, if my heart hadn't stopped beating years ago, I truly think it would have the moment she bit one of the men charging straight for Rosalie's head straight off" he yelled as he nudged my shoulder, somehow having made his way from the fire to me without me noticing within moments, teasing me and making the group laugh.

"Yeah, well someone had to save Rapunzel while you were off acting like a fool" I teased as Rosalie rolled her eyes, smirking, and Emmett feigned being in pain.

Laughter died down as vampires began to disperse in search of 'food', I soon found myself sitting next to Tia, warming my hands by the fire.

"It sounds like you're pretty good at handling things yourself" she said softly, referencing Emmett's earlier story.

"Yeah, growing up surrounded by rowdy boys who fight over the last muffin kinda forces you to look after yourself sometimes" I laughed, gently bumping my shoulder into hers as she smiled at me.

"Sometimes it's nice to have someone else look after you though" Tia whispered, leaning into my shoulder as if there were a secret to be shared, "mayb-"

"Tia, if you could come with me please, we need to make our final decision about what we are going to do as a Coven" Kebi said gently as she approaching, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder as she softly glanced down at me, smiling and squeezing lightly as she pulled away, Tia leaving with the soft hand, "I'll see you soon dear".

"Think about it" Tia purred as Kebi led her away by her hand, my eyes drawn to the connected palms as I mulled over Tia's statements, curiosity bubbling up from within me.

Eventually I made my way to find Seth, he was situated next to Tanya in the living room. Smiling softly I walked over and sat down next to them, startling Seth as he sprang up straight from his relaxed position on the couch.

"Relax" I mumbled leaning back and closing my eyes and patting his leg. I wasn't about to judge him for cozying up next to Tanya when I'd been practically following the Egyptian Coven around all day, drooling all over them like some over-excited huge dog.

"Busy day huh" Tayna questioned as Seth relaxed in his position between us, I could practically hear the smile in her voice as she lent into Seth's side.

"You could say that" I mumbled as I slowly began drifting off, only slightly aware that I was still technically in enemy territory - but in the relaxed environment of the Cullen's living room I couldn't help but want to finally sleep, the stress and anxiety from that morning finally catching up to me.

"Get some rest - you're going to need it for training tomorrow" Tanya advised as she slowly stroked Seth's dark hair - I'll need to ask him about this later, maybe when I'm not half asleep though...

[simpfordemetri]

HI

Vladimir X Amun X Reader

Like dating hc

I feel like this is NOT RIGHT BUT I NEED THIS TRIO

Anon what the

What the fuck

Why im into this tho…

Vladimir x Reader X Amun

I dont know anon what you just created

Toxicity,jealousy,posessiveness,psycophaty

The two of them are like that with you

Not less to say they hate each other?

I dont know i guess you three will move out somewhere…together?

At least sex is going ti be amazing because they are old

That means experience

Also both of them are dominant tops

Affection of the two of them AT THE SAME TIME is weird tho dont expect it

However you all will make this work?

[yavanawrites]

Thank you all for being so patient with me! I’ve decided to change the story from the Seal of Solomon to the Amulet of Amun-Ra. The Amulet is an artifact of my own creation so I feel it will be much easier for me to write. I had an awfully difficult time trying to plot and write for the Seal as it is an actual mystical artifact mentioned in several religious texts and I wanted to make sure I was as accurate as possible. I feel that with the Amulet I hopefully won’t get as stuck on certain details and hopefully be able to update sooner. I still need to plot out specifics and everything but please feel free to send in asks/questions/suggestions in the meantime 🥰. I’d love to talk with all of you.

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Dark Husband! Alexander The Great x Reader

You were favored concubine of Darius, and held a high position in Egypt for such a title.

All it took for you, is to seduce him with your youthful looks and body.

Adding to that your high intelligence which attracted him to you.

It was going smoothly, as you planned to cause a revolt against him and take over.

But that all went to waste, When Alexander the Great conquered Egypt.

You quickly switched sides to save yourself, but never expected that Alexander would fall for your witty attitude.

And also your connection with the high priests whom you convinced to make the people trust Alexander and believe that he was sent by Amun to save Egypt from Persia.

When he proposed for you to marry him, you were surprised, but accepted.

Which was a huge mistake.

You expected that he would leave you in Egypt and continue his conquests but instead he took you with him.

"I'm your husband, so you are obligated to accompany me and attend to me whenever needed"

Also, your influential connections were cut off as Alexander refused that you speak or send letters to anyone.

Anyone who was against the marriage, Alexander would execute them.

He made sure to execute your relatives, so you will have no one but him.

Even though, Alexander has two other wives, and a harem, but it's you who he always spends most of his nights with.

Most of those nights, you would try to persuade him to sleep with others.

With the excuse that they will give him a better experience.

But he argues that he only wants you, and wants to get you pregnant as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Alexander gets ill, and you stay by his side until he passes.

Your happiness of freedom doesn't last, because Ptolemy I Soter decides to rule Egypt and take you as his wife.

So, you become the ancestor of Cleopatra VII

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Strawberry drabble - Felix x reader x Demetri

Just a short little story, i wanted to write something for Felix and Demetri before leaving for a vacation.

It was the two of them… And now it is the three of us. It was… a surprise, at first, for them. They knew, of course that they weren’t soulmates, but they were in love, and their bond was so deep… It was what Demetri explained me, as we were sitting in the garden, and I was eating strawberries. They were the first of the season, very good, and I was eating them as soon as I picked them, my fingers soon sticky and pink.

“You know, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have joined the Volturi that easily… It would have been also much harder for me to find my place. It was hard, at first of course, I was from Amun’s coven, a replacement for another tracker, and I had been hidden so much from the world…” As he says that, Demetri scoot closer to me.

“Why do you need to get that close to me?” I ask, amused.

“Darling, I need your presence to thrive!” I giggle as Demetri whine.

“Fine, fine…” I keep on eating my strawberries as Metri talk again.

“It was when I first saw Felix that I knew I would follow him anywhere. It was him who insisted to keep me close since that day, and who took care of me, and help me adapt. He trained me, fed with me…”

“And then the two of you fell in love?” I ask.

“Not yet!” Demetri laugh. “It took us a century to admit we were more than friends. But when we did… Our bond only became deeper and deeper. We were not thinking about mates anymore, why would we? We had each other… And then you appeared, around 900 years after we got together. Adorable little human… We were so relieved when we found out you were the mate to the two of us, and even more when you just accepted it…”

“And now it is the three of us.”

“And now it is the three of us.” Metri repeat. He then looks at me.

“Are you done eating strawberries? You’re going to get sick if you keep eating more…”

With a smile, I lick clean my fingers coated with sweet juice.

“You little vixen…”

I laugh at his words, and we both perk up as we see Felix walking towards us, done with his duties. “I see my loves are having fun without me…” he says, amused.

“Felix!”

He bent down, kissing Demetri, then me.

“Is everything alright bello?” Demetri asks.

“Everything is now, because I’m with you.”

We laugh as Felix lays on the grass, bringing us with him. He wraps his arm around Demetri, and I lay my head on his lap. Everything’s perfect.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Nothing really!

A/N: This chapter will mostly be some exposition from Khonshu's point of view, and a few flashbacks of his. Also, because sources vary depending on what universe of Marvel Khonshu is from, I took some liberties to do whatever with his familial ties. After all, mortals don't ever truly know all the relationships with their gods, do they? And they have many forms.

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Chapter 15:

Old Friends

Khonshu gently laid you down in your bed, stripping your wet jacket and shoes off and covering you with your blankets.

Your face was twisted with distress, your voice leaving you in weak groans. The words "please" and "help me" the most consistent he could make out as your face flushed and you began to sweat, the vein in your temple thumping visibly beneath your skin as tears slipped past your lashes and dripped down to your pillow.

What were you dreaming of? It was growing tiresome; you not telling him what he so readily wanted to know. And even more accurately, that Jezebel, one of his more than trusted followers was not telling him the answers.

But... Jezebel knew him very well. Khonshu knew that she knew he had not had such a puzzle presented to him in... Well. Longer than he'd ever care to admit aloud. A simple challenge, as opposed to hunting Ammit and Harrow, and having Jake Lockley taking the both of them out permanently.

A simple puzzle as opposed to the greatest one he's never been able to solve...

He would enjoy unraveling the mystery that surrounded your being so readily.

He was half tempted to get into your head himself; to pull the information out of you and be done with it. But that was no fun, and it was wrong, in this right.

It was different with Marc, Steven, and Jake. Even Yehya and Jezebel; who had let him into his mind willingly.

Learning of Jezebel's memories had filled him with a brief joy he hadn't felt flutter to life within him in thousands of years. It brought a warmth to his weary existence knowing he at least had someone he once knew returned to him; she was one of the only individuals he felt any scrap of true joy or humor in the world with these days. Even if it was miniscule.

"Hmm." He hummed aloud, crouching by your bedside to stare as you twitched and flailed in your sleep, crying out for aid he could not give.

Joy and humor. A puzzle.

If he could, Khonshu would have smiled.

His eyes traced the stars, drawing the shapes that the mortals had transcribed to make sense of the glowing celestial objects.

"Khonshu?"

"Hm?" He hummed boredly, sighing as he sat up on his elbows to look at her.

Hathor snorted with a smirk, her soft round face creasing as she did; briefly running her hands through his feathers, "You are not paying attention."

"Fah. These festivals are always your source of entertainment. You know I prefer the silence of the night. Not all this... mirth." He said, looking down from where they sat, sweeping his arm in a broad swath; invisible to the mortals below as they danced, sang, drank, and played amongst one another in celebration of the first successful harvest and the fact that the Pharaoh's army had crushed would-be invaders towards Egypt, securing their power yet again.

"Hmph!" She huffed indignantly, her ears clapping in distaste at his remark, the sound of her jewelry tinkling as she turned away from him stubbornly. "Khonshu, you are--I swear it--even less unenthusiastic to be around than your father."

"Amun is only as enthused as he is to be around you is because he wishes to sleep with you." Khonshu laughed, "Which I doubt will ever happen."

Hathor swatted at him, knocking his nemes askew and into his lap. "Oh, hush! Now, make your move. I have been waiting an eternity, you doddering bird."

Khonshu laughed again and sat up straight, fixing the position of his headdress and fixing it back into place, his dark feathers puffing up slightly in offense before smoothing it down as he looked at the game board.

It was a simple game--mehen, the mortals called it--the board carved in the shape of a coiling serpent. This particular set was painted to look like Apep (or Apophis as the mortals also named him). Khonshu's pieces were marbles carved of obsidian, whereas Hathor's were ivory-carved lions.

He plainly moved one of the marbles, skipping ahead of two of her lions, making her groan in defeat as she had to reposition them. "You--youuuu--!" She sputtered.

Khonshu huffed a short laugh, "I like to gamble, you know that, Hathor. And you should know I'm very good at it."

"Well one day that streak of yours will fail, you know." She snorted, resting her chin on her knuckles as the other firmly clasped her knee in her palm, her eyes studying the board.

"But that day is not today, my dear." He says, his tone rather chipper as he carefully sipped his wine.

"Honestly, why don't you walk the streets a little? It will do you some good. Distract you from the dreary task of your Fist performing his duties." She sighed, looking down at the mortals below once again.

"I worry about you."

Khonshu rolled his eyes, "Hathor, I am fine. We all have our duties. Mine lies with justice, yours is all of... this." He opened his hand to gesture to the festivities below.

"You forget how closely our divine powers are linked!" Hathor says, looking at him with a sly expression.

"Am I, now?" He mused.

"Yes," Hathor laughed gleefully, moving her lions piece ahead a few steps, getting ever so close to the head of the snake.

After Khonshu grumbled, staring at the board as he tried to sort out where and how to move next--piecing the puzzle of his next move together carefully--he looked at her as she pointed to the sky, right at his moon.

It was thin, a nice glowing crescent of light.

"You forget what that tends to mean. Your powers flow during this night, and of course link with mine. I bring joy, music, ecstasy and children into the world. Your moon, in its current state, helps their livestock and land become fertile... and as well helps their women conceive children. And this continuously brings joy, mirth," She says the word mockingly and with the same tone he had used before, "And fertility. Yes, you help dispense justice. But you also heal and give life, Khonshu. Enjoy it. Don't wrap yourself in a shroud of stars and leave it at that."

Hathor finished off her goblet of wine and grabbed her harp, beginning to pluck the strings in a wonderful melody that soothed him. He recognized the song well, it was one her priestesses played during prayer sessions, typically when mortal women would pray to her for the gift of a child.

"Embrace the mortals you protect... don't just keep them at an arm's length. Yes, you have your Fists... but you also have your arms. It will not kill you to wrap them around them from time to time."

Khonshu fell silent, turning his gaze to the mortals below as Hathor began to sing, a smile on her plump, plush lips.

Perhaps... she was right. He wouldn't say it out loud, of course. He knew she would simply poke holes in his own ego and toy with him with the facts.

Khonshu then rose to his feet, grabbing his staff.

"Hm? Where are you going?" Hathor asked with a smile, continuing to play her harp.

She formed her statement as a question; yet she already knew the answer to it.

"For a stroll." He merely said, disappearing in a blur.

Hathor grinned to herself, plucking her harp as the ushered prayers of women during moments of intimacy as well as the simple gatherings below whispered in her ears on the wind.

Khonshu walked, standing in the shadows as he watched the mortals dance and sing. There was something rather... infectious about the joys the humans were showing.

He had even entertained a toddler as they hobbled up to him, babbling nonsense and trying to hang from his robes even though his parents could not see him for their own eyes. He rubbed the child on his head as his mother kissed his cheek and carried him back over to where a roast bull was being portioned out with bread and wine.

Men and woman alike danced with one another; the instrumentalists and singers flowing like silk to match the nearly nude women who danced with Hathor's name painted on their bodies, gold hanging from them and glimmering in the firelight.

He continued to walk through the streets, peeking in to watch the more reserved and family-centric gatherings many held in their homes; feeling the warmth and life and innocence they were all so blissfully existing in. One home he had surveyed was hosting a celebration as a young mother gave birth to twins--a rare and dangerous occurrence for certain--a very, very welcome and celebrated occasion.

Khonshu had taken a moment of his time to reach out and soothe the pains the woman and her son and daughter felt, touching each of them imperceptibly and watching them relax as her husband cried, holding the three of them in his arms as though they would vanish in an instant.

After that, he trailed the streets some more; feeling the exuberant life slowly give way to the silence of night as he approached a funerary temple. It seemed, he realized, that even on a night of such joy and life... death was still ever-present.

"Bakenkhonsu." He greeted civilly, watching respectfully as his priest was tending to and beginning to embalm the body of a woman with tender care.

"Father." He greeted, his voice strained and heavy with emotion, his head hanging low and his usually bright eyes downcast and sad.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized this particular mortal. Bakenkhonsu had been the one to prepare her youngest child for burial not too long ago. It seemed her grief, in the end, took her away to be with her son once again.

"She passed away early in the morning." He explained. "Her husband was still grieving the loss of their son, but stayed strong. His daughter... oh, her daughter."

He looked up at Khonshu, his eyes full of tears, "Why is it that someone as young as she have to see so much death in such a short time? She blames herself for her little brother's death. And in that regard, feels responsible for her mother's death..."

Khonshu laid his hand on his priest's shoulder, his gaze softening in sympathy.

"Death is never an easy thing, nor can it be fair. But it is important that we understand that it is a fact of life. And in the end, they will all be together again."

"I... I understand. But..." Bakenkhonsu turned, carefully beginning to wrap her body up in soft linen; a red-dyed shroud nearby. Her coffin was beautiful and ornately painted, the gold leaf mask that awaited her surprised him. She was nobility, high status.

She tended the Queen, and the inscriptions on her coffin told how her husband was close with the Pharaoh.

Ah. That explains it. The Pharaoh being so close to her family undoubtedly felt grief in his heart as well, maybe even the others in his house. So out of the kindness in his heart, he likely paid to have the finest burial items to be laid on her body before being placed in the coffin.

"I know," Khonshu said to him softly, his palm resting on the young man's head. "But she was a good woman. Anubis and the others will welcome her with open arms, her son will greet her as soon as she passes into the Field of Reeds. She will never need to fear him drowning in the Nile, again."

This seemed to lighten the burnden on the poor man, his body straightening up. "Benerib made offerings to most of the gods. She would go to every temple as she could often get to and leave prayers and offerings to you all. I think this is what drove her daughter to seek knowledge."

"Her daughter? She is a scholar?" Khonshu asked, stepping away so Bakenkhonsu could resume his task.

"Of a sorts." He chuckled, his tone tainted with bittersweet fondness. "She wishes to learn the ways of the gods, to teach them to other mortals even long after she passes on."

Khonshu chuckles softly in turn. A very ambitious goal, if not an unattainable one. Very few of his brethren--save Hathor and a short bundle of others--got past arm's length with the mortals, "That may not happen."

"But even so, it is a noble goal." Khonshu sighed, looking up towards the night sky through one of the high skylights above. "Even if she does not learn what she wants to... She will still learn and pass on things to her descendants."

"Yes... That is what I told her." Bakenkhonsu smiled, looking up at him once more, his hands pausing in their delicate wrapping of the body of this once sweet and loving woman. "But she just smiled at me, and accepted the challenge. She apparently likes puzzles."

Khonshu chuckled. "Ah, I see. It would seem--"

Their heads both snapped upwards, towards the door of the room as the sounds of sobbing reached their ears, carried on the wind as it whistled into the temple.

Khonshu looked at his priest, and once again the atmosphere changed as he heard words--both accusatory and pleading--carry his name on a soft voice.

"The daughter--"

"Yes." Bakenkhonsu replied quickly, his jaw tensing. "She has been... I--I left her to her grief back in the temple. It was like nothing I said would bring her comfort... Sometimes, we need to be left alone to pour our feelings out."

Khonshu heaven a heavy sigh, his grip tightening on his staff for a moment as he took a pace of a breath to think.

His hand extended and he weaved a spell over the body; so that nothing could ravage her in the time Bakenkhonsu would be away.

"Don your armor, my Fist." He orders gently.

"Yes, Father."

And without hesitation, Bakenkhonsu pressed his fist to his chest and bowed his head. The Moon Disc on his chest glowed, his eyes glowing as white as the stars as linen and fine armor began to enshroud him; the holy armor of Khonshu's Fist now in place of his ceremonial robes.

"What... Will you do, Father?" He asked quietly.

"I will speak to her." Khonshu said, vanishing in a blur as Bakenkhonsu's body lurched slightly before stiffening back up again.

And now, with his patron God controlling his body, Bakenkhonsu receded into blissful complacency as his feet softly dragged through the streets as he marched his way to his temple, away from the sad aura of preparing the bodies of the dead.

He approached his temple, regarding the other priests with cordial nods as the bowed in respect to him as they went about their business.

The temple was well-lit, given how thin the moon was it could not shine into the large stone house of worship to illuminate pathways. But he knew. He always knew the way to his altars.

And as he approached the main chamber, he saw... her.

She was laid at the feet of one of his statues, her face buried in her arms as her body was racked with sobs. The sight touched him, made him feel the waves of guilt and pain flowing from her body as she muttered things meant only for the gods to hear.

And they did reach his ears, at least.

He approached her, gently resting his hand on her shoulder, and began to speak.

"She did all that? On her own?" Yehya gasped softly, setting his cup of tea on his desk.

"Yes." Khonshu replied. "With my guidance, in the beginning. But, she got caught up in the moment and snapped a man's neck."

Yehya frowned thoughtfully, his brows pinching as he linked his fingers together, his elbows resting on the desktop. "And... Jezebel wouldn't tell you anything more about her?"

"About as much as you have, Yehya." Khonshu admonishes with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, father, but..." The god silenced him with a hand in the air.

"I understand, my son. This is a mystery I must--and will--solve myself. I haven't had such a challenge in a long time." He said to him, "I relish the challenge, even if that little whelp is an annoying pest."

Yehya Badr laughed, the corners of his eyes creasing as he looks up at him, "Is she that frustrating?"

"Like a fly that will not stop buzzing in my eye." Khonshu grunted, stamping his staff on the floor, shaking his head.

"You will figure this out. You always tend to." The mortal man replied, adjusting the cuffs on his suit. "From what I have seen from interacting with this woman... She is rather slow to trust. And... Surprisingly ready to throw the first punch. But, given how she has been the victim of so many crimes..."

He shook his head and sighed, his smile faltering, "But it is... good, that she was so responsive to your guidance."

"She complained even more than Marc does." He groused; his voice dripping with irritation.

"Speaking of..." Yehya said, looking up at him. "Has the Ennead called another meeting to discuss what happened with Ammit and Harrow?"

"Yes, however our Avatars were not present for this one." He snorted dismissively, saving his hand. "Though... I do not believe they have replaced them as of yet anyway."

"It's a pity, what happened with Hathor's Avatar. Yatzil was a good woman." Yehya murmured, "From what little I knew of her from our first meeting, she was a kind and gentle soul."

"It is their fault for ignoring Ammit's imminent release," Khonshu reminded him. "Their Avatars did not need to die, yet through their inaction, the gods they worked for signed their death warrants. As well as the souls Ammit devoured prematurely."

"I only wish I had been present. Had I been, maybe Harrow..."

Khonshu walked over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder, "I needed you here, Yehya. There is much evil and injustice here. Marc Spector and the others served me well in other avenues. Your value is here."

He nodded, his lips pressed in a thin line as he thought. What would they all do once Khonshu found out about who you may very well be? Will you remember who killed you? Would that bloody chapter of history and unsolved pain come to a close?

More importantly, how would Khonshu feel about the one person he truly loved with all his being being reborn into somebody entirely new?

What would this mean for the future?

He could only surmise and place bets on hypotheticals with Jezebel; nothing was certain. Yehya was but a man, and he had to admit, the mysteries of reincarnation were still very much alien to him; despite what Jezebel had drip-fed him from what she had experienced. It wasn't something so simple as to be placed in words. Far from it...

"Is she still asleep?" He finally asked after the room fell into a ringing silence.

"Yes. Though she tosses and turns and cries out," Khonshu muttered. "Crying for saving from what, I do not know. She will not tell me what her dreams are, either."

"She will. I know it." Yehya replied resolutely. "I know that one can only keep such things contained inside for so long, before dying to cut the seal and let them all out."

"Indeed."

Khonshu walked towards the window, looking out onto the city streets. "Yehya, I want you to patrol tonight. There is a sickness on the prowl, and I want it cured before any others are harmed by it."

Yehya stood, pressing his fist to his chest and bowing his head. And for a moment, Khonshu could see Bakenkhonsu right then. He could see many of his previous Fists with that gesture of loyalty.

"On your will, Father." He swears solemnly.

"And... when I am indisposed, I want you to keep an eye on that little pest for me. Let me know if something changes about her."

He nodded again, his eyes shifting to an eerie white glow as his body was wrapped in his own variation of Khonshu's divine armor. The god rested his hand on his head, bowing his own: "Be swift, my Fist. Strike them down."

Hunter's Moon left, his cloak fluttering behind him as he went out to fulfill his mission. Khonshu looked out the window and up at the sky.

It was a crescent moon.

Chapter 16: Link

[infin1ty-garden]

I WOULDN'T SAY THAT

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ summary: alina confesses her feelings while imhotep wants to sacrifice her ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ pairing: alina starkov x gn! reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ warnings: spoilers for the mummy (1999), sacrifice & stabbing ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ word count: 516 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ author note: inspired by the movie 'the mummy' (1999). also kind of a AU

masterlist.

"It's always my fault, isn't it?"

"What? No," you tried to sound as convincing as possible. Alina had been bottling up her feelings since the start of the journey. She felt as if she was the problem. Somehow, she was blamed for everything going wrong. She felt useless, like a burden.

You didn't know how to comfort her. "No, it isn't. You are doing great. No one expects you to know how to act in this situation."

"Guys!"

"It’s totally fine to mess up sometimes. None of us know what we are doing. Especially now with the looming threat of a painful death and all.” She paused for a second taking this information in. “You just seem to have everything figured out and I feel like a bumbling fool.”

“Guys!”

“I wouldn’t say that. You are a very capable and brave person. Coming all this way to Hamunaptra and fighting an evil undead priest.”

“That same priest is trying to kill me,” you two finally turned to Nikolai. “This hole confessing your feelings for each other is great but just not now.” Imhotep caught up to Nikolai and tried to stab him only for him to escape from his grip.

Alina used her new found confidence and abilities to help Nikolai as you joined her. Mal, Zoya and Genya had gotten separated from you. But finding them wasn’t that high on your list of priorities as Imhotep was very keen on sacrificing Alina.

Alina used her sun powers to distract Imhotep and his priests. Nikolai killing a few of them in the process. Suddenly, Zoya and Genya fell through a secret door right next to you. Without a second thought, they grabbed their weapons and started fighting whoever was trying to kill them.

“Where’s Mal?” Alina asked, Genya looked around quickly. “We were under the impression that he was with you.”

“This isn’t working. They aren’t staying dead.” Nikolai shouted as the priest he just cut down stood up as if nothing had happened. “We can see that. Any other bright ideas?”

“The book of Amun-Ra!” Alina quickly opened the book. She flipped through the pages at record speed and found the text she was looking for. “Get ready!”

“For what?” Nikolai asked, bewildered of what she could be referring to. She spouted words in ancient egypt. When Alina finished reading the passage, nothing seemed to have happened. “Stab him,” Nikolai did as he was told and stabbed Imhotep.

Only for the blade to finally pierce his skin. Killing the priest and his followers once and for all. Then Hamunaptra starts sinking into the sand. Everyone scrambles to leave the city as fast as they can. Going to what you remember to be the way out.

Finding Mal passed out in one of the halls and bringing him with. Making it out of the city just in time. “I’ve been wanting to do this forever,” Alina grabs your shirt, pulling you close to her and smashing her lips onto yours.

You wouldn’t dare close your eyes as Alina looked beautiful. The sun rises, illuminating her face.

Thank you for reading!

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Dysfunctional as always

Summary: Your family was not the greatest by all means, but it doesn't mean there wasn't any form of warmth.

Warning: Angst, comfort, and words of encouragement.

Male characters x Male reader

A/N: Written by phone and not proofread.

"I don't remember you," the man who has embraced his son frowns while he pulls away. The two men stood in a parking lot of a recently closed fast food restaurant with the intention of reconciliation. Nothing came of this due to the much older man false promises and impulsive disappearances.

The Cullens filled the void of the lack of family, your father leaving you with an ill grandmother to care for. Running and cutting you loose for anything that did not include you. Now, here you are dealing with the loss of the only mortal figure who truly cared for you.

Crimson eyes watch the man grow confused with an uneven smile. "I'm your father. Of course you remember me," the man who claims to be your maker stood here before you for one thing inheritance. The leech himself knew his mother in law must have left something behind for her one and only surviving grandchild.

A level-headed vampire out stretched arm prevents his platinum haired coven mate from departing the slimy leech head from his shoulders. "Leave him. We can not reveal ourselves. " A low growl comes from an equally angry vampire.

"You weren't there," your voice low barely a whisper. Your so-called father's staggers back at the somewhat light impact of a shove, a shove you delivered with uncertainty. Uncertain if you could bring yourself to truly turn away from him, the man you known half of your life before he became unbearable.

"What? Of course I was there, " a habit you had developed due to his absence. A habit where you insert the man face, voice, body, and once adrimible smile.

Replacing certain people who were present, Carlisle and Esme were the people who would suffer the swap. Your grandmother was Carlisle patient, always coming and going.

Made sure to answer her calls and never complain. Carlisle took notice of the newfound shoes at the front door. "It seems you have a shadow," the ill womam points out as a little face peeks out from the safety of the stairwell.

Carlisle knew you knew there, your little heart giving you away and your breathing. You were twelve years old, always watching and always imagining your father stood in his place. Your father false figure stood instead of the kind gentle blonde who made sure to leave his wife's homemade meals in the kitchen for you and the sick woman.

"Does he have any distant relatives who could take care of him?". A trip to the hospital turns into a nightmare, a nightmare the woman tried to avoid. "No, they are either far too busy to juggle anymore kids, or they are located across the country." Carlisle nods, striken with sadness at the thought of the boy who stood outside of the room.

Far too scared of the pale doctor and how the said doctor might say or do something to ruin the child's illusion. A lie, a lie where his father is a doctor who studied medicine to aid his mother in law and possibly save her from her fate. "He has been passed from relatives to relative, but he always comes back to me."

Alice has already foresee this at the request of Carlisle. He has already made up his mind. It'll be hard to convince certain individuals, but he is not turning this child down because of his nature.

"No, I don't see why he can't live with his father or mother." Rosalie is about to regret mentioning the boys' parents."What do you mean?," Rosalie undead, heart breaks alongside the many others present. "I agreed to take care of him while his grandmother spends a few weeks in the hospital. Waiting for an answer. " "I didn't know, " Emmet leans into his once unmovable mate.

"It took me by surprise too, the boys mother scummb to birth complications." Esme set a hand upon Carlisles clothed chest "and the infant. " Carlisle shook his head. "She never made it to see her fifth birthday," Alice squeezes Jasper hand.

"All he has is his grandmother and the hope of a foster family or distant relative. I doubt they'll take him in. So I ask each of you to consider a new member. " It didn't take long for the Cullens to adjust to the small boy and his oddities.

"You weren't there when she was born," the overwhelming memories of the Cullens took over your sense. Slowly, stickers peel off, revealing the true people present in your major and minor memories. From the ice rink of your first game of the season to the last.

To the time you fell sick, to your first ever big win to the moment your grandmother passed a few weeks back. To the time you acknowledged Bella as a sister and how you brought Edward back to reality. How you drill both Bella and Edward when they become unbearable and how they don't think before they do.

The man lets out a grunt as a fist breaks his once correct nose. The man falls back as you begin pulling and shaking the man. A struggle of somesort breaks out in the parking lot concert grounds.

"You weren't when she died!" You let out a long, drawn-out groan as you laid a hard blow to the man's face. "Alright, stop it!" But you didn't want to stop. You wanted him to feel the pain you had endured from the funeral arrangements of your fallen grandmother to the funeral of your little sister.

"Where were you!?" You hadn't taken notice of the blood that painted your knuckles. You never took into account how you could have handled this situation. How the sudden phone call made you claw at the skin of your forearm until Bella enclosed you in a hug.

A cold, gloved hand held your wrist in a gentle grip. "That's enough, I believe he understands," Stefan blood eyes meets yours, unaware you began to shed tears. "You have done enough little one." Stefan effortlessly pulls you to your feet.

You didn't protest or deny his embrace. "I'm sorry." Stefan made a tsk sound. "Don't apologize. You have every right to act out, " Vladimir watches as he keeps the third party from escaping. Trapping him underneath the albino boot, "Stefan is right. He should be the one apologizing, not you. "

"Blood, my hands," you pull away from the ancient ruler. "We have self-control, don't we? Vladimir, " the blonde nods with a little smile. "Let him go. Where will he go? Who will he turn to?" Your words shook the two vampires, but they obliged.

"You are lucky you have an understanding, son," Once Vlaimir lifts his foot from the man, he scrambles away. "He may come back?" You said while watching your once present father run away. "A risk a fool like him will take." You shook your head at Vladimir, who can see beyond your vision of the dark.

The texture of a handkerchief took you by surprise, "Don't want the Cullens to believe we are bad a influence." Stefan wasn't the only one who began cleaning your hands.

Vladimir was soft and slow, just like his coven mate, who took your left hand while he coddled your right hand. Once white handkerchiefs grew, Crimson red. You didn't make it easy either you were fidgety and anxious.

The adrenaline washed away from your once flaming body. Warmth seeping away at the thought, your father may report you to the police. A cold kiss to your palm brought you back. "You must remain still," Vladimir spoke against the palm of your skin.

You cast your gaze down "sorry" another pair of cold lips meets your wrist. Stefan freezing lips peppers small, slow, comforting, pecks upon the veins of your wrist. The sound of blood flow and the touch of your warmth engraved a smile on Stefan face "you done well, can't imagine what you will be capable of once you turn."

Vladimir agrees with another lingering kiss to your palm, "Your speed and strength are hard not to imagine." The two vampires will never let you down, nor will they ever leave you despite the Cullens' threats.

[aquanova99]

CUDDLING WITH AMUN HCANONS PLS

Struggling to write because I’m melting at the thought 😭

So first of all he isn’t like overly crazy with the pda

Like he likes to have his hand on you or around your waist at all times but often times he will like squeeze you a little tighter to let you know he loves you

Okay now to the actual cuddling

I say this happens all the time because what else do vampires have to do really

But we will create a scenario, let’s set the mood, yes?

After everyone gets back from hunting the coven usually goes to their respective rooms

After you both are all cleaned up and your either drying or brushing your hair and he’s resting on the bed you catch Amun staring at you

“What?” You ask

“Nothing, you just look beautiful as always.”

Ugh melt. You roll your eyes because he’s always like this and you love it be real

You tell him to move over and he does and then brings you close to him

He buries his head in your hair and just takes you in because he’s so happy he found his mate and is in constant disbelief that you’re real and not something he just made up

Honestly though he loves when he’s the one laying on your chest and your either reading or absentmindedly humming/singing. He just likes to listen to your voice

God I wish vampires could sleep it would just be the piece de resistance if you know what I mean

He likes to close his eyes and just listen to you though

You have convinced him to get more into technology and will have movie night/cuddle sessions

It won’t get further than cuddling every time but it also doesn’t take much to turn into more than cuddling if you get my drift

[grace19rob]

BREATHLESS

Chapter Three

When Y/N Clearwater meekly stepped into the Cullen’s home that fateful afternoon, she never expected she would fall so utterly in love with such a forbidden idea - if only that coven had known better to stay away, she’d never had gotten into this mess…

Hi everyone, this is my first story on here - I hope everyone enjoys it as not many people write for the Egyptian Coven (which is a crime itself). I will be coming back to edit this and revamp it once i'm feeling a bit more comfortable, any ideas, comments or suggestions are welcome as I'd love to interact with all of yous! Feel free to drop a message or comment any time and I'll get back to yous as soon as I can :)

Stepping into the kitchen I hummed to myself, a quiet tune, extremely conscious of the superior hearing possessed by the majority of the people in this house, moving quite quickly as to not appear sluggish or comically slow to the vampires surrounding me.

"Oh, this is Y/N" I hear turning the corner, revealing Carlisle and Esme conversing with both the Egyptian Coven and the Amazonian Coven.

"Hi" I muster, fully stepping into the room as all eight sets of eyes turn to pierce me, "Sorry to interrupt, I was just coming to see if Esme needed any help in here."

"I'm alright, thank you anyway dear, come here and meet our friends" Esme beckoned me closer as I hung back at the entrance of the room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Benjamin grinning at me, amused by my awkward behaviour.

I slowly walked towards the group, my movements slow and wary, too cautious of startling any of the vampires who were all still staring at me as I let a small smile slip past my tight expression, relaxing at the thought of at least one familiar face amongst the sea of red eyes.

"I'm Y/N" I repeated Carlisle's earlier musings as I stopped next to the couple, his large stature dwarfing my own as I looked out at the two covens.

Suddenly, the tall thin vampire, belonging to the Amazonian Coven stepped forward, grasping the hand that once lay by my side, wrapping her cold delicate fingers around my warm in comparison fist, "Y/N?, what are you Y/N? You appear human, yet you smel-"

"Like the wolf" her kin, Senna, finished "Be careful Zafrina, don't hold her too tightly, they're still delicate".

"Ye- Yeah, I'm a part of the Quileute tribe" I responded, gently shaking my hands free from Zafrina's grasp "I'm not a part of Jacob's pack though, I'm still with Sam and the larger pack" I explained to the curious woman as she stepped back towards Senna, content with my answer.

"A werewolf" the quiet accusation came from the tall man stood at Benjamin's right

To satiate the unexpected but misplaced fear as I simply stated "No, we're simply shape shifters, the cold one- sorry, vampire's - presence triggers the change within us, but we weren't bitten of infected or anything. They're a different 'species' for lack of a different term and a lot less agreeable" I tried to joke as the man seemed to relax a little bit.

"See Amun, I told you she wouldn't try to eat us" Benjamin teased as he lent into the side of a tall, beautiful woman. I stared at her unnaturally captivating face as she laughed softly and gently swatted at his chest - a gentle moment of softness between two lovers I yearned to experience.

Swallowing, I refocused my attention back onto the older of the group as the woman I had locked eyes with earlier lent forward. Still embarrassed by my earlier outburst I tried to retain as much of my composure as possible as heat rose to my cheeks, "I'm Kebi" she introduced herself, "This my mate, Amun, and our coven, Benjamin and Tia" each vampire smiled at me, Amun's slightly strained, yet that was not unexpected as he was so tense moments before.

"It's nice to meet yous" I smiled, thankful my idiotic staring and coughing fit earlier hadn't scared them off or written me off as an idiot they wanted to avoid.

"Likewise, I like your bracelet, by the way" Tia smile gracefully at me.

The Egyptian Coven eventually ended up migrating towards the Cullen's living room, I tagged along with them, content with getting to know the four vampires as we chatted for hours - their stories and tales intense and captivating as they perfectly complemented one another.

Amun, the leader, was stoic and proud, yet calming and grounding.

Kebi, his mate, was captivating and beautiful, yet soulful and smart.

Benjamin, my first friend within the coven, was funny and joyful, yet strong and intelligent.

Tia, his mate and the final member of the coven, was gorgeous and creative, yet compassionate and gentle.

I sat surrounded by them for hours, captivated by their stories and their all engulfing camaraderie, until Edward's voice called out a plea, urging vampires and shifters alike to converge in a meeting outside.

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omg i loved ur aftercare hcs for alistair ! do u think you could do one for amun pls ? thank u and i love ur work <3

AFTERCARE WITH AMUN

He is not an overly affectionate man but when its comes to you he is,and specially when you two just had sex

Intimacy is important for him as well as aftercare

He will make sure to wrap you in blankets and then in his arms,praising how good you did

All type of questions are asked

“Are you hungry?Thirsty?

“Did i hurt you”?

“Want a shower”

“Are you cold?”

And the list continue

He will make you rest for at least a couple of hours

Play your favourite movie or TV show in a TV device you obligated him to buy for you

If not,he will play some music

Forehead kisses are a must as well as back massages

He will dress you up in comfy clothes later

Lots of compliments for you and just him being soft

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BREATHLESS

Chapter Five

When Y/N Clearwater meekly stepped into the Cullen’s home that fateful afternoon, she never expected she would fall so utterly in love with such a forbidden idea - if only that coven had known better to stay away, she’d never had gotten into this mess…

Hi everyone, this is my first story on here - I hope everyone enjoys it as not many people write for the Egyptian Coven (which is a crime itself). I will be coming back to edit this and revamp it once i'm feeling a bit more comfortable, any ideas, comments or suggestions are welcome as I'd love to interact with all of yous! Feel free to drop a message or comment any time and I'll get back to yous as soon as I can :)

I found myself back at the Cullen's territory the next morning, nervous for the strenuous training we were about to participate in and excited to see my newfound 'friends'.

The pack and I emerged just beyond the treeline of the clearing the vampires had inhabited as their own training grounds as Jacob, Seth and Leah led us over to them. Sam, our alpha, followed closely behind, silently communicating a message to stay calm, do as we are told and to not aggravate any of the vampiric guests.

Upon sensing our arrival, the plethora of vampires turned in our direction, wary at the sudden overwhelming scent of wolf as we approached in our large shifted selves.

My eyes instantly sought out my newfound infatuation as I scanned the group - almost instantly landing on Amun as he glanced over us. My eyes locked with his as he looked to me, lowering my head as a sign of respect and familiarity as he smiled subtly.

Edward's voice called out "This is Sam's pack, they've agreed to stand by us and help" he stated, "Don't be afraid of them, they are not the threat here". Sam stood beside him as Edward introduced us one by one to the crowd.

Eventually, Carlisle separated the vampires and wolves into smaller groups, allowing us to familiarise ourselves and begin training as to prepare for the potential confrontation to come.

I found myself in a group with Seth, Quil, Paul, Kebi, Carmen and Emmett - it was quite entertaining watching Emmett wind Paul up, hearing his mumbled anger through the pack's connection as we were unable to actually speak, relying on our body language and scent to 'speak' for us.

I stood next to Kebi as she tentatively ran her delicate hand through my fur, shivering as she slowly dragged her fingers through my soft coat. She occasionally whispered gently comments into my twitching ear as we watched Paul and Emmett jokingly wrestle.

We practised basic offence, blocking and defence with our cold counterparts as they taught us how to prevent ourselves being taken off-guard when in combat with a vampire and we taught them how to effectively exert their own strengths to take others down.

The smaller groups practised together for a while before we were brought together as a larger group to listen to Edward as he dismissed us, telling everyone to rest and be ready for tomorrows audience with the Volturi.

After shifting back to my human form I found myself relaxing in the kitchen with Esme and Kebi, "So, how did training go today?" Emse asked us as we sat together at the kitchen island.

"It went well, Y/N showed me how to protect myelf when in a hold from behind, she showed me how to shake the attacker off and how to make sure they stay down" Kebi smiled at me.

"Yeah, but you showed me how to make sure no one is able to get on my back without me being able to protect myself" I nudged her shoulder with mine as I grinned back.

"Well it sounds to me likes yous had fun today" Esme laughed.

We continued chatting for what felt like hours before I had to eventually go home to get plenty of rest, "Goodnight Kebi" I whispered softy in her ear as I hugged her gently.

"Goodnight Y/N" she whispered back.

"Y/N, dear, I'll walk you to the door" Esme called as she stood from the table.

"I'll see you tomorrow Y/N" Kebi called as she slowly withdrew from my embrace, calling for Amun and leaving to meet with her mate and coven for the night.

"Thanks Emse" I said as I also hugged Esme and she led me to the door of her home, "I'll see yous tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Y/N" Esme called as I made my way down the driveway and into the night.

I couldn't wait to see the Egyptian Coven tomorrow but I was still nervous for the confrontation with the Volturi, I thought as I lay in bed that night, slowly slipping into the dreamy haze of the witching hour.