#hermanubis x king deshret

[edynervy]

longing spirit

[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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[everafall]

canon-compliant gi. sumeru trio x deity!f!reader.

this idea derived from another idea i had about the sumeru trio. reader’s a spirit of sorts, like the aranara and jinn and perhaps hermanubis, who was an important ally of the god-kings until the cataclysm. throughout five centuries, she has been trying to find ways to free nahida, therefore developing deep hatred for the sages.

reader’s naturally friends with candace as she’s deshret’s descendant, helping her out with the protection of aaru village. to an extent, she became friends with dehya, who encouraged the traveler duo, cyno, and alhaitham to gain her trust so she can warm up to them. although adamant, she was able to get along with the traveler duo just fine, but cyno and alhaitham left a bad first impression on her. (cyno has a divine spirit and reader knew who it was, and alhaitham’s being a smartass.)

alright, enough backstory. that’s gonna be condensed throughout the hcs lol. she and the sumeru trio developed romantic (and carnal) feelings for each other.

dehya: sleeps around when she’s stressed from work; favorite part is using the strap, which she plans to use on reader.

cyno: his divine spirit pops out; grows feral; claws and fangs are ON during sex, which might be the most painful shit reader’s gonna endure.

alhaitham: claims not to be interested in deities but is interested in reader; there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye which reader finds… uh, attractive?

[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.

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[himasgod]

Cyno x Reader - Do I look like him?

Where his nightmares with visions of Hermanubis torment him

(Warning! This is a one shot directly connected to the King Deshret x Reader fanfic I'm writing! It's not the same reader, but the universe where Deshret abandons his queen and etc… is the same. That is to say, it would be advisable to read the King Deshret x Reader fanfic before this, since a lot of the events that happen there take on importance here. That being said, enjoy!)

The desert night sky was vast, a dark canvas dotted with twinkling stars. In the distance, the dunes seemed to breathe, shaped by the constant wind that carried ancient whispers with it. The campfire crackled softly, and you sat next to it, absorbed in the thoughts that came with lonely nights.

Cyno had been away for hours. He had left at dusk, assuring you that he wouldn’t be long. Yet you knew that expression on his face: the barely furrowed brow, the vacant eyes. He was lost in memories that didn’t belong to him.

When he returned, his figure stood out against the dim moonlight. The polearm rested on his hand, and his walk, though firm, denoted a tiredness that went beyond the physical. You watched him stop a few feet from you, his silhouette still as if he were hesitating to approach.

“I was starting to get worried,” you said softly, turning to him.

Cyno didn’t answer right away. He simply set the polearm against a nearby rock and took a seat in front of the fire, his amber eyes reflecting the dancing flames. It didn’t take a fortune teller to know that something was tormenting him.

“Was it another dream?” you asked after a moment, your voice warm but cautious.

He nodded slightly. There was no need for him to say more; you had learned to read the weight of those silences. Ever since he had received the Hermanubis fragment, dreams would not leave him alone. They were visions laden with pain, intense emotions that Cyno experienced as if they were his own.

This time, however, he seemed different. There was something about his posture, the way his shoulders were slightly hunched, that made your heart ache for him.

“She was a queen,” he finally murmured, breaking the silence. His voice was low, as if speaking any louder would break it. “Strong, noble, loved by her people.”

You fell silent, letting him continue at his own pace.

“But she was also broken,” he added, his gaze lost in the flames.

“Her husband, Deshret. The man who promised to protect her, left her to die. And Hermanubis, in his pain, was there to witness it all. And now, I feel him. I feel his pain. And it's killing me.”

The revelation left you speechless for a moment. Cyno didn’t often share the details of the dreams that plagued him, let alone with such emotional weight.

The pain in his voice was unbearable to you. You leaned slightly toward him, but Cyno looked away, as if he were too ashamed to face you.

“And I feel his pain as if it were my own,” he confessed, clenching his fists on his knees.

“It’s like… every time I close my eyes, I relive it.”

Your chest filled with anguish at seeing him so vulnerable. Cyno had always been strong, someone who carried his responsibilities without complaint. But this time, he seemed to be on the verge of crumbling under the weight of something he couldn’t control.

“You’re not him, Cyno,” you said softly, leaning into him to take one of his hands. The rigidity of his posture softened a little at your touch, but his gaze was still filled with doubt.

“What if one day I fail you like he failed her?” he whispered.

The fear in his voice left you momentarily breathless.

“Is that what worries you?” you asked, lightly squeezing his hand. “That you might hurt me?”

He didn’t answer, but his silence said it all.

“Cyno, listen,” you began, searching his eyes.

“You’re not the man from those memories. You wouldn’t do something like that.”

“How can you be so sure?” he finally asked, his voice breaking.

“Because I know you,” you answered without hesitation.

“Because I’ve seen how you care, how you carry everything to protect those you love.”

You moved closer, placing your other hand over his.

“I know these dreams are affecting you, and it’s okay to feel that way. But you can’t let them define you. You choose who you want to be, Cyno.”

The general looked up at you, and for a moment, you saw a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite identify. Then, he sighed, as if you were right, but the weight of his fears was still present.

“Promise me something,” he said, his tone softer now.

“Anything.”

“If you ever feel like I’m failing you… tell me. I don’t want to lose you.”

A sad smile played on your lips as you squeezed his hands tighter.

“You won’t lose yourself like that, Cyno. As long as you let me be with you, to share the good and the bad.”

For the first time that night, a spark of relief seemed to shine in his eyes. Slowly, he raised a hand to brush your cheek, his touch warm and filled with gratitude.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and though it was a simple word, it carried with it everything he didn’t know how to express.

The desert wind continued to blow, but that night, under the starry sky, Cyno allowed a small ray of hope to filter through the shadows of his mind.

Perhaps his nightmares about Hermanubis' suffering could be eased if he were with you.

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[himasgod]

King Deshret x Reader III

Where, with your marriage clause, you manipulate Deshret into having to decide between his humiliation and his home, or Nabu Malikata.

SCENARIO: your marriage papers with Deshret include infidelity clauses that say that if one party is unfaithful, he will have to leave the premises, so legally, you forbid him from entering his own home. So, he searches for a way to return home, humiliated, under your manipulative fingers.

XII.

The desert dunes seemed endless, reflecting the last rays of the sun with an almost blinding brightness. After two months in the company of the Goddess of Flowers, Nabu Malikata, King Deshret had finally decided to return to his palace. As he approached his home, his mind was still filled with the sweet scent of the exotic flower gardens he had shared with the goddess, ignoring the growing unease that nestled in the back of his consciousness.

When he reached the golden gates of the palace, he found them closed, guarded by a contingent of guards who normally would have bowed to him instantly. But on this occasion, none made the slightest move.

“Open the gates!” Deshret ordered in his authoritative voice that echoed like thunder.

Hermanubis, who was there, with his face serious and his voice firm, looked up to meet the imposing figure of his sovereign.

“I am sorry, my lord,” he replied with a respectful bow, “but we have direct orders from the Queen not to allow you passage.”

A flash of fury lit Deshret’s eyes. He, a god among mortals, was being defied by his own subjects.

“Orders from the Queen?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Who dares disobey me in my domain?”

Before he could make a move to force his way in, a soft but firm voice echoed from the top of the steps.

XIII.

You stood there, your figure illuminated by the golden glow of the sunset, the wind blowing your dress with an almost ethereal elegance. In your hands you held a rolled scroll, your face calm but your eyes flashing with cold, calculated fury. Each step you took echoed with authority as you descended the steps towards your husband.

Deshret froze at the sight of you, his words dying in his throat as he noticed the unwavering expression on your face. For centuries, he had ruled with absolute power, and never before had he seen in you such a glint of determination that challenged his authority.

“Welcome back, Deshret,” you said with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. The tone of your voice was sharp as a well-tempered blade. “I regret to inform you that your return is not welcome.”

Deshret’s gaze shifted from you to the scroll you held so firmly. His expression hardened.

“What is this, woman?” he asked, his voice filled with disdain and a hint of nervousness.

You unrolled the scroll in a calculated motion, letting the echo of the paper resonate in the air.

“This, dear husband, is our marriage contract,” you announced, your eyes boring into his with an intensity that made him take a step back. "According to this clause here,” you pointed with a perfectly still finger, “if either party takes another lover, the offender must leave the palace with nothing but the clothes on their backs.”

A deathly silence fell among those present. The guards around you lowered their gaze, knowing that the situation was about to become even more tense. Deshret, for his part, attempted a laugh, but the sound died in his throat at the seriousness in your eyes.

“Do you think you can throw me out of my own kingdom?” Deshret growled, his voice shaking with disbelief. “You are nothing but a resentful woman, blinded by jealousy.”

But you did not flinch. Stepping forward, you raised the scroll in front of his face, as if you wanted the words written on it to burn him.

“You can leave on your own, Deshret, or I can order my guards to drag you out like the traitor you are,” you said in an icy voice. “The choice is yours.”

XIV.

Deshret’s eyes, normally filled with unrelenting confidence, darkened. He would never have imagined that you, his wife, whom he had underestimated so many times, would be the one to bring him to his knees. For a long moment, he stood there, rooted to the spot, before he turned abruptly and walked away with his head held high, as if he were still the king he once was.

He walked under the silent gaze of his own guards, shame and rage bubbling up inside him. But he had no time for regrets. If you had turned your back on him, then he would seek refuge in the arms of Nabu Malikata, the goddess for whom he had sacrificed everything.

However, upon reaching the shrine of the goddess, he was greeted by servants who barred his way with compassionate but firm looks.

“I am sorry, Deshret,” Nabu Malikata said, appearing behind his followers with a sad expression, “but I cannot receive you here. Your wife has made it clear that any ties with you will make me her enemy. And I cannot afford to lose her favor.”

Deshret’s pride shattered in that instant. Humiliated, he had only one last resort: to turn to the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata.

XV.

The Dendro Archon greeted him with her characteristic calm and grace, but her gaze reflected the disappointment of a mother who sees her son go astray.

“Deshret, what do you hope to achieve by coming here?” Rukkhadevata asked, her green eyes piercing him. “You have betrayed your wife, and now you seek in me the solution that you yourself ruined.”

Deshret fell to his knees before her, an image that would have been unthinkable to anyone who had met him before.

“Please, Greater Lord, intercede for me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Talk to her. Convince her to allow me to return.”

Rukkhadevata sighed and, after a long silence, agreed to carry your message. She presented herself before you in your private chamber, where you received her with a cold and serene expression.

“I beg you, by the bonds you once shared, give him one last chance,” the Archon implored. “He is willing to right his wrongs.”

You listened silently, your fingers drumming on the table. After a moment that seemed like an eternity, you finally spoke.

“If Deshret wishes to return, he must break all ties with Nabu Malikata,” you declared in a firm voice. “If he betrays me again, it will be the last time he sees me. And I promise you, Rukkhadevata, my dearest friend, that if that happens, I will not need a contract to make him pay the price.”

When Rukkhadevata relayed your terms to the king, he agreed, but he knew in that moment that the price of his betrayal had left him with scars that would never fade.

XVI.

Deshret returned to the palace with the weight of your words hanging over him like a sharp sword. When he saw you, his knees shook, and for the first time, submission replaced his arrogance.

“I accept your terms, my queen,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. “I have failed you, but if you allow me, I will do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.”

Your eyes, cold and calculating, examined him for a long moment before you answered,

“Remember, Deshret, this is your last chance. If you stray again, this time you will have no kingdom to return to.”

And so, the king who once defied the heavens found himself at your feet, knowing that true strength came not from divinity, but from the betrayed love he himself had shattered.

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King Deshret x Reader VI

Where you realize that you have returned to where it all began, and you make sure to attack the problem at its root.

(KING DESHRET IS BACK. Many of you will be wondering, hey, where is part V? Well, the answer is simple. I'm not uploading it in chronological order hehe, and that has been noticeable throughout the fanfic. I want you to first read this part without knowing the previous part, to make a little chronological disorder, which is what I like. Then, when I publish part V, you'll know where all this comes from heheje)

XVII.

You opened your eyes with a start, the echo of a stabbing pain still resonating in your chest. Your last memory was of Deshret’s cold betrayal, when his hand—the same one that once tenderly caressed your face—sacrificed you to satisfy Nabu Malikata’s whim. You had felt the warmth of life leave you, the weight of sacrifice crushing your soul, and darkness claiming you… but now, the desert air filled your lungs again.

Your gaze swept the place in disbelief. The palace was familiar to you, the golden walls and majestic columns unmistakable. The audience chamber was decorated for a solemn occasion, and in front of you was the marriage contract you had signed years ago.

Time had gone backwards. You had returned to the day your fate would be sealed, the one in which you gave your heart without suspecting the betrayal to come. But now, a spark of determination ignited within you. This time, you would change your destiny. You would not be a victim or a sacrifice. You would protect not only your life, but also your love, and you would make sure that your husband would never forget what you meant to him.

You took the pen with a firm hand, and to the amazement of the scribes and Deshret himself, you drew a new clause in the contract: an infidelity clause that demanded his complete loyalty to you. If he ever broke that promise, the consequences would be severe.

“Do you doubt me, my queen?” Deshret asked with a smile that hid a glint of curiosity.

“I just want to make sure that our union is protected,” you replied calmly, looking directly into his amber eyes.

The King, intrigued by your attitude, accepted without protest. His hand covered yours as he sealed the contract, and although his gesture was warm, you felt the responsibility to ensure that this time things were different.

XVIII

The next few days were filled with the bustle of wedding preparations, but you had something else in mind. While the servants decorated the palace, you worked on a special gift for Deshret. Under the guidance of Hermanubis, the most loyal of your friends, you commissioned the finest craftsmen to forge a bracelet of pure gold, adorned with elaborate inscriptions that you personally engraved.

These inscriptions were not mere ornaments; they were ancient runes designed to repel Allure, the supernatural power of attraction that some entities could exert over mortals. You knew that if you wanted to protect your love and your marriage, you must prevent any outside interference.

When your wedding day finally arrived, you wore a golden robe adorned with jewels that sparkled like the desert sun. Deshret awaited you at the altar, his imposing bearing matched only by the intensity with which he gazed at you.

“This is my gift to you,” you said, your voice barely concealing the pride and hope you felt. You offered the bracelet with both hands. “Promise me you will never take it off.”

The King took the bracelet and examined it closely. His fingers traced the engraved runes as a warm smile spread across his face. “I promise you, my queen,” he said solemnly before placing it on his wrist.

Your hands met, and in that instant you knew you had taken the first step toward protecting that which you held dear.

XIX

As time went on, your and Deshret’s relationship blossomed. Every anniversary and birthday, you gave him ornaments similar to the bracelet, each decorated with protective runes that reinforced your promise to each other. He accepted them proudly and wore them always, as a symbol of his love for you and the promise he had made to you on your wedding day.

However, your happiness was put to the test when Nabu Malikata arrived at the palace. The Goddess of Flowers was an imposing figure, her hypnotic beauty seeming to fill every corner with an almost tangible power. She attempted to use her Allure to captivate Deshret, certain that no one could resist her power.

But to her amazement, the King remained unmoved. He treated you with the same love and devotion he had always shown, completely ignoring the goddess’s attempts to attract his attention.

Frustrated, Nabu Malikata noticed the bracelet he wore and tried to persuade him to take it off.

“This bracelet represents a promise,” Deshret replied firmly, “and I have no intention of breaking it.”

The goddess, accustomed to always getting what she wanted, frowned. But her frustration only grew with time.

XX

One night, Nabu Malikata took advantage of a celebration to get Deshret drunk, hoping the alcohol would weaken his will. While he was sleeping, she tried to remove the bracelet from his wrist, but she encountered an unexpected obstacle: a blood lock, a spell that could only be deactivated with your blood.

At that moment, the chamber doors swung open, and you entered accompanied by two servants.

“Take him back to our chambers,” you commanded, your voice as calm as it was deadly.

Your eyes met Nabu Malikata’s, and in that instant, a silent exchange took place. Your gaze was filled with knowledge and defiance, a clear message:

"I know exactly who you are and what you intend to do. But I will not allow it."

The Goddess of Flowers stepped back slightly, aware that she had lost this battle.

XXI

That night, as you cared for Deshret, he woke and took your hand with a gesture full of remorse.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. “I should never have allowed anything to even try to come between us.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you told him with a soft smile. “Because I know that this time, you choose me, always.”

From that night on, Nabu Malikata never interfered in your relationship again. Though she remained an ally of the kingdom, she knew that the bond between you and Deshret was unbreakable.

XXII.

Over time, your and Deshret’s love became the foundation of a prosperous kingdom. You ruled together with justice and wisdom, uniting the desert under your leadership.

Years later, as you looked out over the vast sea of ​​sand from the palace terraces, Deshret approached you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"I had a strange dream today, my queen, one that has been roaming around in my head all these hours. Nabu Malikata stood between our marriage, and I fell into her arms. However, repentant, I made us turned back time… so we could live our lives again."

He grabbed your hand and began to kiss it with his lips, the whole back of your hand

"I would die for you. I would stay months, years, lost in the great deserts looking for your love. I would fight for you. I would kill for you. The massive golden walls of this palace cannot compare to your beauty. You are my greatest treasure, my queen” he whispered.

And in that moment, you knew you had beaten fate. This time, eternity was on your side.

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Sethos x Reader

Where you are a scholar investigating the Hermanubis case

(maybe Sethos' personality isn't very canon? I wanted to make it a bit more serious so sorry if I changed his personality :()

The sands of Sumeru were more than vast golden seas. To those who knew how to listen, whispers of a forgotten time drifted on the wind, stories hidden in the ruins. To you, a scholar specializing in the archaeology of lost civilizations, those whispers weren’t a mystery to be solved—they were a call you couldn’t ignore.

You had spent months researching in the desert, collaborating with the eremites and other scholars of the Akademiya, searching for answers about the fragments of Hermanubis. It was on one of those digs that you first heard the name of Sethos, the mysterious guardian rumored to protect forbidden knowledge related to King Deshret.

“If you’re looking for Sethos, forget it,” a eremite mercenary told you one night as you shared a campfire. “He’s a ghost. No one knows if he’s real or a myth. But if you find him, don’t expect to come out alive.”

You couldn’t help but feel a chill, but curiosity was stronger than fear. You decided to follow the clues that led you ever closer to the ruins of Dahri, and it was there that you saw him for the first time.

Sethos appeared like a spectre in the middle of the sandstorm, his figure wrapped in a dark cloak, the mask covering the lower half of his face. His gaze paralyzed you: eyes green as a blowing flower, as relentless as the sands themselves.

“What is someone like you doing in a place like this?” His voice was calm, but his tone carried an edge that made you take a step back.

“I’m not here for you,” you answered, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “I’m looking for answers… about Hermanubis and the shards.”

Sethos didn’t answer right away. He studied you silently, his eyes sliding from your face to the equipment you carried: tools, scrolls, an ancient shard you had unearthed. Finally, he sighed and spoke:

“The answers you seek will bring no good. If you have any common sense, you will return to where you came from.”

Your first interaction with Sethos was more of a clash than an encounter, but something in his words—and in his eyes—told you that he was no simple guardian following orders. There was a weight on him, a burden you couldn’t ignore. Despite his warning, you decided to stay near the ruins.

Sethos didn’t immediately reappear, but you knew he was watching you. Sometimes, when the wind died down, you could sense his presence—a murmur in the shadows, a faint creaking in the rocks.

Finally, it was he who broke the silence one night. As you studied a fragment in the moonlight, his voice echoed behind you:

“I cannot decide if you are brave or reckless.”

You jumped, dropping the scroll. He stood there, his figure illuminated by the dim silver light. There was something different this time; the hardness in his gaze had diminished, replaced by a sort of veiled curiosity.

“Perhaps both,” you replied, slowly standing up. “But if I am here, it is because I cannot ignore what I have found. You understand, right? That is why you are here.”

Sethos did not answer immediately, but he did not leave either. Instead, he came over and sat down in front of you, his posture relaxed but alert. The conversation that followed was unexpected: you were not sure if it was your determination or your sincerity that led him to open up, but he began to speak, revealing fragments of his own history.

“My duty is to protect what remains of that era,” he said, his voice low and measured. “Not because I want to, but because someone must. The ruins of King Deshret hide secrets that could destroy those who do not understand them.”

For the first time, you glimpsed the man behind the guard. There was a melancholy in his tone, an internal struggle you couldn’t ignore.

“So why not just destroy the fragments?” you asked.

“Because I’m not a destroyer,” he replied, his green eyes meeting yours. “I’m a guardian. And because there are things that deserve to be remembered, even if they hurt.”

The following weeks transformed into a game of cautious trust. Sethos, despite his reservations, began to guide you through the ruins, sharing only the information necessary to keep you safe. You, in return, shared your discoveries, hoping he would understand that you weren’t there to loot, but to learn.

One night, as you rested beneath the stars, you decided to ask him a question that had been on your mind all along.

“Why are you helping me?”

Sethos didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked up at the sky, his expression shadowed.

“Because I see in you something I had forgotten about myself,” he said finally. “A blind faith that knowledge can save us. Perhaps, by helping you, I can remember why I once believed the same.”

That was the first time you felt something deep forming between you, a bond that went beyond mission or duty. But you also felt the weight of his inner conflict: Sethos was a man caught between his loyalty to the past and his fear of the future.

And you, unwittingly, had become the bridge between both worlds.

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SUMERU CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

(REMEMBER! I write about all the characters in Genshin Impact, except the kid-models. If the character you want is not here, don't worry! It will be added eventually)

King Deshret x Reader I ,where King Deshret falls in love with Nabu Malikata and forgets you, causing you to leave Sumeru to forget him

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 III , where, with your marriage clause, you manipulate Deshret into having to decide between his humiliation and his home, or Nabu Malikata.

King Deshret x Reader IV part I, where Deshret finds out that you are marrying Morax, and goes to great lengths to get to the location and beg for your forgiveness.

King Deshret x Reader IV part II, where Deshret interrupts your wedding with a sincere apology and at the altar, next to Morax, you must decide what to do.

King Deshret x Reader VI , where you realize that you have returned to where it all began, and you make sure to attack the problem at its root.

Cyno x Reader, where his nightmares with visions of Hermanubis torment him

Scaramouche x Reader, where you find him making a toy that looks like him

Scaramouche x Reader, where you argue after running away from each other for so long

Kinich x Reader and Scaramouche x Reader, (separated, two different one shots) where Kinich comforts you after you have been r4ped, and where Scaarmouche listens to you talk about your family issues

Kaveh x Reader, where, having an anxiety attack, you meet Kaveh.

Kaveh x Reader, where you care about him while he is inmersed on his work

Sethos x Reader, where you are a scholar investigating the Hermanubis case

Layla x Reader, where you become the most bright star in her sky

Nilou x Reader, where Nilou sees you crying at her show, and invites you to dance with her alone

🎃How would they spend Halloween night with their partners? 🎃SUMERU VERSION

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(Also, here is my masterlist about other characters <3)

[himasgod]

I love your deshret x reader story, in every aspect, somehow within the lines i started shipping queen and hermanubis and i can't get it out of my head😭

GOD SO REAL. I ACTUALLY DID THIS ON PURPOSE, BECAUSE I WANTED TO DO A HERMANUBIS x READER LOL Do you want me to do one? Even though I'm a little busy lately, PLEASE, if there's just ONE person who's interested in a Hermanubis x Reader in the King Deshret universe, LET ME KNOW AND I'LL GET TO WORK.

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Good evening, himasgod-sama. So, who do I blame for this Hermanubis x Queen!Reader brainrot? History is written by the victors. King Deshret and Nabu Malikata had been praised by Sumeru historians as wise and noble. Yet, no one, save for the secret records kept by the Temple of Silence, knows of the other side the two Gods; of how easily the Goddess of Flowers had charmed the Desert King from his wife, of King Deshret's cold disdain of his once wife, of Nabu Malikata's constant humiliation of the Queen as she paraded herself on King Deshret's arm. Who else but Hermanubis knew of the immense heartache King Deshret's wife endured in the face of her husband's betrayal, of the tremendous pressure the Queen had been under to holding down the fort in her husband's long absence or of how the Queen had worked herself to death? And yet, Nabu Malikata convinced King Deshret to not only erase the Queen from the history records, to hide her under the desert sand, and to give her a pauper's burial.

HI SAlLORR

GOD I NEEDED TO WRITE ABOUT HERMANUBIS NOW, IT'S AN URGENCY, I'M HUNGRY FOR HERMANUBIS. There were quite a few people who through the king deshret fic asked me to write about hermanubis, so I already have a couple of ideas for several one shots, counting on this one!

So, it should be ready for the second week of January!

Yours, himasgod <3