#Hermanubis

[himasgod]

Hermanubis x Reader

Where even though you gave Deshret a second chance, your heart begins to break towards Hermanubis

What if the events of Chapter VI of King Deshret's fanfic were changed? In this alternate timeline, the Queen, you, travels back in time to before Deshret betrayed you, in order to give him a second chance. And yet, even with the pain of being betrayed, you begin to seek refuge in Hermanubis, your greatest confidant, who begins to change his loyalty towards Deshret into hatred, and his devotion towards you, his queen, into love, becoming your secret lover.

(I DID IT. FINALLY. I'VE BEEN WANTING TO FINISH THIS FOR SO LONG. MY HERMANUBIS BRAINROT IS BACK, I LOVED HIM. PLEASE SUPPORT HIM.)

When you opened your eyes, the desert air filled your lungs, bringing you back to life. You travel back time again. You felt the icy edge of loneliness and the fury of a cruel fate.

But something had changed. You recognized the place, the golden walls of the palace, the preparations for a wedding that seemed like a distant echo. Time had turned back, returning you to the day the marriage contract would be signed.

You were not the same.

Your hands trembled, but your thoughts were clear: this time, you would not allow yourself to be used or your future taken from you. You took the pen firmly, adding an unexpected clause to the contract: not only would infidelity be punished, but you demanded the freedom to break the marriage if your life was ever endangered by Deshret's decisions.

As the scribes murmured among themselves, you felt a familiar presence behind you. Hermanubis, the silent guardian and priest of the realm, watched you with his deep golden eyes. He was always there, in the shadows, watching over Deshret’s safety…

And, secretly, yours.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice rang low and gravelly, with a note of concern.

“More than ever,” you replied, meeting his eyes bravely. “I will not make the same mistakes.”

After adding the clause, you focused on the wedding preparations, but you did not spend those days in isolation. You sought out Hermanubis’s help, trusting in his knowledge of the protective runes and enchantments that could secure your future.

“I want to protect myself from that which could harm my marriage,” you confessed to him one afternoon, as he examined the designs of the bracelet you planned to give to Deshret.

Hermanubis cocked his head, his sharp gaze scanning your intentions.

“And protect yourself from Deshret? Have you considered that as well?”

You were silent for a moment, the weight of the truth tightening your chest. “If it becomes necessary… I must do it as well.”

He nodded slowly, admiring your determination. Over the next few weeks, you worked together to perfect the bracelet’s design and engrave the runes.

One night, as you worked on the bracelet, awhisper echoed in your mind, deep and ancient:

“My queen, why do you fight so hard for someone who has already betrayed you?”

You turned quickly, but there was no one in the room. Then, you saw him again. That tall, majestic shadow emerged from the dark corners, eyes glowing like embers and a figure shrouded in dark mist.

“Why do you say that?” you asked cautiously, though your heart was pounding.

“Because I see the mark of betrayal in your soul,” he replied calmly. “Deshret is not worthy of your loyalty, nor of your love.”

Despite his coldness, there was something in his voice that reassured you. As if the words he spoke, though harsh, were a reflection of the truth you dared not admit.

There was an honesty in Hermanubis that you hadn’t found in anyone else, and his loyalty wasn’t blind; it was based on sound judgment and a deep understanding of the world.

The wedding day came quickly. Dressed in a golden robe and sparkling jewels, you crossed the halls to the altar where Deshret awaited you. His gaze was filled with admiration, but there was something about it that you couldn’t quite decipher.

Before exchanging vows, you offered him the bracelet, your gift. “Promise me you’ll never take it off,” you said firmly, and he, pleased, agreed.

But as the words of the contract echoed through the room, you felt an uneasiness you couldn’t ignore. Deshret was majestic, but his heart always seemed to be somewhere else, as if he were searching for something beyond what was in front of him.

That night, during the celebration, your eyes sought out Hermanubis in the crowd.

He was there, watching from the shadows as always. When your gazes met, an inexplicable spark ran through your body.

You felt the absolute urge to go find him.

You found Hermanubis in the palace gardens. He was standing under the stars, his dark figure contrasting with the silver moonlight.

“Why are you here?” you asked, approaching him.

“Because I can’t ignore what I feel,” he answered with an honesty that left you speechless.

"He wasn't even looking at you. He was marrying you, the most beautiful woman, and he wasn't even looking at you. I wanted to beat Deshret's face until my hands bled. But I held back, so I came here. The moon relaxes me."

For the first time, Hermanubis dropped the cold mask he had always worn. His eyes looked at you with an intensity that made you shiver. He looked clearly angry, his marked jaw was tense, his gaze full of hatred avoiding your gaze.

The mere thought of you marrying Deshret felt like a viper in his stomach.

As the months passed, you realized that, although Deshret kept his promise of loyalty, something was missing in your relationship. He was too busy thinking about his plans of greatness that he didn't pay attention to you.

In those moments of solitude, Hermanubis was there. Always willing to listen, always willing to offer his wisdom. He was not just a guardian or priest, but someone who understood your fears, your frustrations, and your dreams.

When Nabu Malikata arrived at the palace, he attempted to use his Allure to enthrall Deshret. But the runes you had engraved on the bracelets protected him, and her attempts were in vain. Frustrated, the goddess tried to manipulate him in other ways, but each time she did, you and Hermanubis were there to thwart her plans.

Finally, one night, Nabu Malikata confronted Hermanubis directly.

“Why do you protect this woman?” he asked, his voice laced with venom.

“Because she is more than a queen. She is my light in the darkness,” Hermanubis replied without hesitation.

Nabu Malikata stepped back, surprised by the intensity of his words.

Other night, after a banquet where Nabu Malikata had, again, tried unsuccessfully to attract Deshret’s attention, you encountered Hermanubis in the palace gardens. The starlight illuminated his sharp features and the intensity of his gaze.

“She will not stop,” you said, referring to the Goddess of Flowers. “She keeps trying to claim him.”

“Deshret is strong,” Hermanubis replied, but his tone was neutral, as if he were unconvinced.

“What if he fails? What if she succeeds in destroying what I have built?”

He took a step toward you, and for the first time, touched your hand. His touch was warm, protective.

“Then I will be here. I will not allow anything or anyone to harm you. I'd rather die, my queen"

The tension between you grew over time, until finally you could ignore it no longer. One night, when Deshret was away on an expedition, you encountered Hermanubis in the private chambers where you used to discuss strategies and runes.

“This cannot continue,” you said, though your voice trembled.

“Why not?” he replied, taking a step toward you. “Why ignoring what we both feel?"

"I will protect you, my queen. Forget Deshret. I have tried to suppress my love to you, but I cannot. I will fight any beast to prove that I am worthy of you. I will give you everything he has not given you, I will give you security, wisdom, everything that…"

However, he was cut off when you interrupted him by hugging his neck and kissing his lips, while he let out a murmur with a smile forming on his lips and grabbed your hips firmly as he gently laid you down on the bed, caressing the fabrics that covered, not for long, your skin.

A few hours later that night, as you watched Hermanubis's bare back lying next to you in bed, his body covered by the golden silk sheets, you knew that you had found something real, something that Deshret could never give you: a love that was equal in passion and devotion, built on respect and mutual understanding.

One night, as you lay in Hermanubis’s arms, you realized you could no longer pretend.

“I no longer love Deshret,” you admitted, your words filled with pain and release.

Hermanubis held you tightly, his voice soft as he replied,

“Then let me be the one to love you. Let me be the one to protect you.”

Over time, Hermanubis became more than just a guardian or secret lover; he was your confidant, your companion, and the only one who truly understood the weight of your decisions.

On a quiet night, as you looked out over the desert from atop the palace, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

His lips kissed the top of your head as he looked out at the desert with a calm smile.

“I wouldn’t change any of this,” you murmured, leaning into him.

“Nor I,” he replied, his voice low and full of certainty.

And so, as the desert wind whispered around you, you knew you had found your destiny not on a throne, but in the arms of the one who truly loved your soul.

[edynervy]

longing spirit

[hermanubis]

But the presence of so many friendly strangers makes me nervous. And it doesn't mean that I'm not truly thankful for your service

[drakshadowdraws]

Idea inspired by @peachh-boy / sunflØwersailor (twitter) and ace_space_place (twitter) / ClownCarRoadkil (twitter artblog)

Please go check them out qwq💕

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[rainethelazyass]

"This mr is bullying me, sir Hermanubis"

[pigeon-noises]

"I look forward to the day we meet again."

Once again inspired by @isnt-it-pretty's FtCoR fic

[sxxlol]

cyno the man that you are

[clerical-error]

Hermanubis is a syncretic god combining Anubis and Hermes who was popular during the Roman period of Egypt's history, as both were known for their skills as psychopomps. I was inspired by Byzantine icons for this one. Prints available here.

[soukokuchild]

I'm gonna give a forehead kiss to every writer who wrote of Hermanubis comforting cyno because YOU GUYS ARE GENIUSES I hope y'all have a great day bless your minds

[bolszaja-miedwedica]

me: i don't want to be a regressor i hate it

Dionysus: well, good that we love your little self then

me: i just wanna be normal :(

Loki: define normality

me: like when you tell people about it and they accept you

Hermanubis: people don't even accept someone's a leftist you think it's worth hating your coping mechanism because of some losers opinion?

me: it makes a lot of sense but I don't wanna think about it right now i just wanna be sad for now

Dionysus: and we're gonna be sad with you. just remember that we love you and don't give up

[himasgod]

King Deshret x Reader II

Where Cyno, through the eyes of Hermanubis, begins to have all the memories about the Queen, you, and King Deshret

KING DESHRET X READER I!

SCENARIO: Currently, Cyno has visions about Hermanubis, a person very close to the Queen, you, and King Deshret, living through her entire story in pain first hand, stories that torment Cyno every night.

(I'm definitely loving this a lot. I loved the first part, and I love this one even more. Should I another part about the relationship between Reader and Hermanubis? I love them so much. Thanks as always to sailorstar9 for her amazing idea for this request and I love you all, enjoy!)

(And just to remind you, there will be a third part posted on my profile on Friday the 15th!)

VII.

The nights after receiving the second fragment of Hermanubis were a silent torture for Cyno. He would close his eyes, hoping for rest, but instead he would be drawn into a whirlwind of visions so clear that he seemed to live in another time, in another skin. Through the memories of Deshret's faithful priest, he witnessed a past he had never imagined.

He found himself walking through the halls of the palace under a sky tinted red at dusk. Through the eyes of Hermanubis, Cyno watched as the Queen, you, stood by the throne, your gaze fixed on the horizon of the desert that stretched beyond the palace walls. There was a mix of determination and melancholy in your eyes, a longing for something you could no longer reach.

Hermanubis watched you from the shadows, sensing a loyalty that went beyond duty. You were the light that had guided Deshret through his darkest moments, the anchor that kept him steady when his ambitions threatened to consume him. But now, your dear Hermanubis could see that light slowly fading.

Cyno felt Hermanubis’s anguish, his thoughts mingling with his own. How could a king who promised to protect you, a man who shared his dreams with you, have become so lost in another’s promises?

VIII.

One night, in one particularly vivid memory, Cyno felt the gentle desert breeze caress his face as you and Deshret walked together beneath the starry sky. Deshret, wrapped in his regal attire, spoke passionately of his visions of a kingdom that would challenge the celestial gods. But this time, your responses were slower, less enthusiastic than before.

“Deshret,” you whispered to him with a softness that contained all the love you had shared, “do you still remember the day you promised me that nothing would come between us?”

The king stopped and turned to you, his eyes shining with an almost feverish intensity.

“I remember, my queen. But now…” his words trailed off, his gaze distracted by a thought that no longer included you. The silence that followed was deafening.

At that moment, Cyno felt a lump form in his throat, a sharp pain that he could not attribute to his own feelings, but to the echo of the anguish Hermanubis had experienced upon seeing you. The priest had seen how, in that instant, your heart broke silently, but you said nothing. You simply nodded, letting your tears get lost in the darkness.

IX.

The memories became more and more painful. The palace, which had once been a haven of love and warmth, was now a place filled with shadows. Since Nabu Malikata’s arrival, the air had changed; there was a fragrance in the air that did not belong to the desert, but to the lush gardens she brought with her.

Cyno, still seeing it all through Hermanubis’ eyes, noticed how you struggled to maintain your composure as Deshret spent more time with her. The Goddess of Flowers had a grace that seemed to enchant everyone around her, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help but feel the connection you once shared with your husband fading away.

One night, in a vivid memory that made Cyno shudder, Hermanubis approached you in the palace’s private garden. The flowers you used to tend to had been neglected, a reflection of your own inner state. You stood alone in the palace gardens, your face hidden under a veil to hide your tears. You, the strong and resolute queen, were kneeling on the ground, your hands shaking as you tried to hold back your tears.

Hermanubis, ever respectful, approached without making a sound. But you, sensing his presence, spoke to him without turning around.

“I am fading, Hermanubis,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the murmur of the wind. “My love means nothing to him anymore. His eyes only seek her… and I…” you paused, as if afraid to utter the words that would bring your pain to reality, “I don’t know if I can be here anymore.”

Hermanubis closed his eyes and took your hands, kissing your knuckles softly as he whispered a prayer to try and calm you down.

“You know, Hermanubis?” you whispered, your voice broken and barely audible, “If there was a next life… I wouldn’t want to see him again.”

Those words fell like a sentence, a whisper that pierced Hermanubis’s soul… and, through it, Cyno’s heart. The pain Cyno felt in that instant was heartbreaking. It was as if the weight of centuries of desolation and resentment was seeping into his mind.

What kind of pain drives a person to wish never to meet the being they once loved more than themselves?

X.

Cyno continued to witness the events that followed. You went to the Great Dendro Archon, Rukkhadevata, to beg her to help you disappear from history, faking your death so you could start anew in adistant land.

The Archon and your friend, moved by your grief, acceded to your wish. In a secret ritual, your death was faked. And so, with tears in his eyes, Hermanubis watched as you faded into the night, leaving behind the realm you once called home.

XI.

When Cyno awoke, his hands were shaking. He had spent entire nights reliving the Queen's desolation, feeling the love you once had for Deshret turn into a hatred so deep that you did not even wish to see him in another life. Those words were a dagger still stuck in his mind.

Back in the actual Sumeru, Cyno could not stop the memories from mixing with his own emotions. He found himself in front of the statue of Deshret, looking at it with new eyes.

"Were you really a wise king?" Cyno murmured, his voice full of disdain. "You abandoned what held you most dear for an illusion of grandeur… and in the end, you weren’t even able to keep the simplest promise: to be there for those who needed you."

“I’ve seen the price of your ambitions,” Cyno snapped. “I saw how she loved you, and how you condemned her to oblivion. Her last words, King Deshret, were that if there was a next life, she would never want to see you again. Can you live with that?”

The silence that followed was as vast as the desert itself. Even the great Deshret couldn’t escape the weight of the words of the woman he had loved and betrayed.

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[whistlecat]

"brother may i have oats"

-Hermanubis Bros twitt

[hermanubis]

If I thought that you could see me, I'd be too anxious to perform. But tonight I am not working on my human interactions any more.

[sakuramoussy]

My unfunny man, i absolutely love this weirdo,,

[xp-factor]

"Cyno was chosen"

A bit of angsty-hc-past for Cyno before they tell more about it in game (I'M SO EXITEEEEDDD)

[pigeon-noises]

Respite