#king deshret x y/n

[himasgod]

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.

XXII.

The skies of Liyue were painted in gold and crimson as the sun slid behind the mountains. Nobles, merchants, yakshas and Archons from all nations gathered atop Mount Tianheng to witness the long-awaited union between Princess Phoenix and the Geo Archon. Everything was set for a marriage that promised to be legendary.

Under a canopy of red and gold silk, decorated with elegant floating lanterns, you stood, dressed in a red robe embroidered with symbols of your lineage. The melodies of the musicians filled the air, and yet, in your heart, you felt an emptiness that not even the splendor of the ceremony could fill. Beside you, Morax watched you calmly, his countenance calm as stone, but his golden eyes shining with a curiosity that you could not ignore.

“You are ready,” Morax whispered to you, his voice low and warm, though with a slight hesitation that only you could sense. “But if your heart hesitates, it is not too late to retreat.”

Before you could respond, a restless murmur spread through the crowd. All eyes turned to the entrance of the altar as an unexpected guest appeared:

King Deshret.

XXIII.

The imposing god walked towards you, defying the astonished gazes of those present. His golden robes were dusty, his eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions. Despite his worn appearance, his bearing still held the nobility of a king. The Archons watched him in silence; Nabu Malikata, present in the crowd, had an expression full of sadness, knowing that he had come to reclaim what he had lost.

“My dearest, my Queen..." his voice echoed through the altar, a murmur full of regret. He knelt before you, something no one, not even you, would have imagined.

“I cannot… I cannot allow this wedding to take place without begging for your forgiveness.”

The gazes of the guests intensified. Morax, at your side, showed no emotion, but his presence was a constant reminder of the weight of your decision. Time seemed to stand still as Deshret, such a proud god, humbled himself before you.

“I lost my mind by choosing my ambitions and Nabu Malikata over you,” he continued, his voice cracking with despair. “I was a fool to let you go. I didn’t realize what I had until I lost it. I beg you… I beg you to give me one last chance to make amends for my mistakes.”

Tears threatened to fill your eyes, but you held firm.

For months, you had tried to forget the man who once meant everything to you, the one you had loved with a fervor that defied the gods and fate. But here he stood, before you, vulnerable and defeated.

XXIV.

Morax, witness to Deshret’s plea, took a step forward, his golden eyes assessing the situation.

“Deshret, your presence here defies the laws you yourself swore to uphold. This ceremony symbolizes the end of what you once had. Do not come to interrupt what is already decided.”

But before Morax could say more, you raised your hand to stop him. “Morax… please,” you murmured, your voice shaking slightly. He fell silent, respecting your wish.

Deshret looked at you, his eyes filled with hope, a hope that broke your heart.

“I know I have failed,” he said. “But I cannot live knowing that I will never see you again. I will give up everything for you, give up my dreams, my kingdom… if only you will give me the chance to love you one more time.”

The crowd watched in silence, as if the entire world had stopped breathing. You could feel the tension in the air, the silent judgement of the Archons and the nobles. But in that instant, all that mattered was the truth that lay in your heart.

XXV

You took a deep breath, and the words that fell from your lips were like a balm to Deshret’s soul.

“For so long, I hated you, Deshret,” you began, your eyes filled with tears.

“I hated you for abandoning me, for letting our flame be extinguished by your dreams of glory. But in this time, I have learned that holding on to that hatred has only chained me to the past.”

You moved closer to him, your shaking hands caressing his cheek covered in sand and sweat. “I forgive you, Deshret… not because you deserve it, but because I need to free myself from the weight your betrayal left on my heart.”

Deshret gasped, his eyes filled with childlike wonder, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. But before he could speak, you looked at him with a firmness you had never shown before.

“However, my forgiveness does not mean that I belong to you again. I have learned to love myself more than any broken promise.”

Morax looked at you, his golden eyes shining with a glint that only you could understand. He had been willing to offer you the stability that Deshret had not give you. But your heart, despite all the pain, remained anchored to the god who now knelt before you.

You took a deep sigh and turned to Morax, who nodded in understanding before speaking.

“If it is your wish to return to him, I will not prevent you,” Morax said, his voice firm but with a tinge of sadness. “I only want you to find the peace you so deserve.”

XXVI.

You extended your hand to Deshret, helping him to his feet. He looked at you as if you were a miracle, a second breath of life that he never thought he would have again. “I am not going to marry Morax,” you said in a whisper that only Deshret and the Geo Archon could hear.

“But I cannot promise you that our relationship will be the same either. If you truly wish to regain what we had, you will have to prove to me that you have changed.”

Deshret nodded fervently, his eyes filled with determination. “I will do whatever it takes, my Queen, to win back your love. I will not fail you again.”

Morax, his dignity unwavering, stepped aside to allow the two of you to leave the altar. The crowd gasped as you and Deshret walked away together. The murmurs turned to a roar of disbelief, but you ignored them. In your heart, you felt like you had made the right decision, though the road to reconciliation would be long and arduous.

In the end, it wasn’t about returning to the past, but about building something new among the ruins of what once was.

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𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

wanderer x gn! reader ; no use of y/n ; 5+1 things format ; mostly fluff and humour

DISCLAIMER: i have never written an academic thesis before, but oh well.

brief cw for a scene where reader and wanderer beat up a drunk man :) also, it's implied that wanderer once had a past baby crush on niwa :]

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It started with aggravated assault. You know, as most love stories do. In the Wanderer's defence, he didn't instigate it on purpose, for once. Not that Buer would accept the excuse should he tell her such, but it's about the principle of the thing, after all.

It was a regular day in Sumeru, bustling with merchants and travellers alike. Buer had sent him to fetch her Candied Ajilenakh Nuts from the Puspa Cafe. Well, in truth she had just mentioned in passing that she was running low on her favourite snack, but it's practically the same thing, if you asked the Wanderer. He would have ended up making the trip either way. So really, it was a perfectly reasonable excuse if he was acting just a bit more irritable that day, thank you very much.

The room smelled of charcoal and a warm sugary scent, assaulting his nose the moment he stepped foot inside the cafe. He never was a fan of sweets. His footsteps fell soft against the carpet floors, the sound drowned out by the gushing water fountain and the chatter of customers. The message board was chock full of nonsensical scribbles and adverts as per usual, papers fluttering gently, held in place by their push pins. 

As he stands in line to wait for his turn, he vaguely notes down the other patrons; most he did not recognise, but some did frequent the establishment enough for him to know them by name. There was Nayab, the laidback matra with an odd fixation on card game strategies. Iris, the sharp scholar who seemed intent on studying all things King Deshret. Izem, the weathered old man who took his coffee bitter, who was awkward in the prospect of a peaceful life. Of course, he only knew as much about these strangers thanks to the chatty nature of Sumeru locals, and his numerous errand runs involving Buer's sweet tooth.

When he finally reaches the counter, an unfamiliar face greets him instead of the acting manager. Come to think of it, he can't seem to spot Gata either. The new cashier, you, beamed politely at him.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" 

"Candied Ajilenakh Nuts." He drops a hefty pouch of mora on the register.

You carefully tilt open the bag, counting the amount he'd given, and your eyes go wide at the sight. "That much?"

He nods. A spark of recognition flashes in your expression.

"Ah!" you snap your fingers, "Enteka mentioned you might pop up. Candied Ajilenakh Nuts, coming right up!"

Just what has the acting manager been telling her employees? Well, it wasn't his business to know, and you seemed decently competent at your job. So long as he got the stupid nuts.

He was watching you work while he waited, when the doors of the cafe burst open. 

"Eyyya..enteka!" A man stumbles in, face flushed in a sickly hue. His words slurred together into an incomprehensible mess. Great, a fucking drunkard.

He hears you mutter quietly under your breath. "Fucking drunkard." 

Huh. Good to know someone shared the sentiment.

"Entekaaaarghfh.. whereryou.." The man wobbles up to the register. The other customers pinched their nose as he passed by; he reeked of cheap alcohol and dry vomit. 

The Wanderer watched the drunk man wag a finger accusingly in your face. 

"Yergh.. You're not Een..theyka!"

"Unfortunate for you, no. You must be the nuisance from last night." you smile tightly. The Wanderer sees murder in your eyes. The drunk man, however, remained oblivious as ever. 

"Where.. where's she..?" the man swayed back and forth, craning his neck as if looking for the woman.

"That's none of your business." you stare him down. "I'm afraid I must ask you to leave, sir."

And of course, because demanding drunk bastards are rarely ever cooperative by nature, the man slams a fist rather pathetically and starts to yell. Nonsense about being lied to, about being led on and calling Enteka all manners of names that weren't appropriate for a family friendly cafe. 

The Wanderer briefly considers intervening, but then you were all but leaping over the counter like a rabid dog, punting the man backwards with a heavy thwack. He, and everyone else in the cafe, stands frozen momentarily, bewildered by your sudden 180 from picture perfect employee to.. this.

"What the fuck?!" the man speaks clearer, sobered from the unexpected blow.

"That's for harassing my friend."

"I'll – hic – I'll fucken' report you!" 

"Go for it then, coward." you scoff, and point towards the door. "Go on, leave. Make your report."

The man shuffles his feet, indignant, and you turn your back to return behind the register, but then the asshole goes for a foul ambush, and the Wanderer watches you turning a split second too late, and–

He yanks the man back by his neck, hand closed tight. Anemo energy rushes to his fingertips in warning. The drunkard writhes in his grasp.

"Some of us have important things to be doing." he hisses, and lets the man drop to the floor. "Stop. You're an embarrassment to yourself."

You have your mouth agape, eyes blown wide from the attempted attack, but you snap out of it quick. As the man struggles to stand properly, you're already fisting the collar of his shirt, dragging him to the exit yourself.

The man bellows in a last ditch attempt at retaliation. "Is this how you treat your patrons?!"

"Oh, I don't actually work here!" you reply cheerily, glaring daggers at the manchild. "In no way do my actions reflect on the service quality of Puspa Cafe™!"

What.

"What??" 

"Bye now, you're banned by the way!" you chuck the man out onto the streets. An eremite from the corps of thirty seemed to appear from thin air, striding over to apprehend the man. You call out to the mercenary. "Thanks Rima!"

She nods back. "Nothing escapes my eyes."

You grin and shut the doors, turning to face the people in the room. "Sorry for the disturbance everyone, as you were!"

The customers relaxed, simmering back into their hushed chatter and quiet laughs. Whether they were grateful for your intervention or simply paralysed with bafflement, the Wanderer wasn't quite sure himself. You head back towards the counter, but pause in front of him.

"Thanks. For earlier." You dig the heel of your shoe into the carpet, somewhat sheepish. He catches the glint of a vision hanging delicately against your waist. He wonders briefly why you didn't use it earlier.

He huffs, looking away. "I just wanted the damn snack."

"Oh, right!" you gasp softly, snapping your fingers. "Oh archons I'm so sorry I'll get them right away."

True to your word, he has a large paper bag stuffed full of Candied Ajilenakh Nuts shoved into his hands within seconds. It smelled disgustingly sweet, just how Buer liked it.

"Thought you didn't work here." he comments.

"That's true, I don't!" you smile, and refuse to elaborate further. Not that he needed much explanation, he's guessed most of the story from your altercation with that drunkard. He supposes the acting manager would return to her work soon now.

He leaves, and thinks that would be the last he'd ever see of you. And if Buer commented  on his distant expression when he returned, then he's liable to the right to remain silent.

He's proven wrong that same evening, when he finds you lingering in front of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

"You." he deadpans, because he can't quite think of anything else to say.

"Me." you beam, much more genuinely than the first time you smiled at him. You're carrying a large container in your hands. "Good to know I'm not forgettable after all."

"Hard to be with the stunt you pulled." he shakes his head. "What do you want?"

"Yeesh, Enteka wasn't kidding, you're a real grump. Here." you gesture to the box you were holding. "Figured I owed a proper thank you."

He looks at the thing warily. "You're not trying to poison Lesser Lord Kusanali through me, are you?"

You laugh. "Oh yeah. Totally, I'm attempting to harm an archon and her aide via homemade Havalmadz."

He raises a brow. "Considering it's Lesser Lord Kusanali's favourite dish, it's plausible, you know. That's just more suspicious, idiot."

"Wait, really?" you squawk, looking genuinely flustered. "I assumed.. shit, I thought the Haval addict here was you."

You started to ramble your apologies. As amusing as it was, he wasn't that much of a sadist as people would believe. He sighs and takes the gift from your hands.

"Wait–wait, you actually want that?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Buer would certainly want it. He didn't indulge in eating as much, but you didn't need to know that. "...thanks too, I guess."

You blink once, twice, and your lips spit into a blinding grin, eyes crinkled in joy. The Wanderer feels his grip falter momentarily at the sight.

"See you around then!"

You leave, and he's left with ringing ears and a flutter in his chest and oh fuck no he was not going to go through this again. He blasts himself in the face with anemo, leaving his hair swept back and his hat skewered wrong. Snap out of it.

He wasn't dumb. He's felt this ridiculous emotion before, back when Niwa would hold their hands together in unfamiliar places, back when Niwa taught him in his gentle voice, back when.. 

Back when Niwa was alive. 

He didn't know what it meant, back then. The feeling. Not that it made any difference, he was over it now, and all he can do is make peace with his loss. The loss of a companion dear to him, one of many.

Such was his curse, to lose the things he loved infinitely, watching them succumb to their mortality over and over through time. Such was his burden as an immortal puppet.

He clutches the Havalmadz in his arms. He's got Buer now, he supposes. A wise and intelligent conversational partner, an archon whom he was proud to assist, frivolous errands aside. He had his papers, his accidental academic career in the Vahumana Darshan. He had his awkward somewhat acquaintanceships with those people from the Interdarshan Championship, crazy event that it was.

Realistically, it was enough to fulfill him. He had no need for unexpected variables. He had plenty of things for himself now, plenty of theses to write.

In fact, he thinks as he retreats into the sanctuary, he'll write a thesis on exactly why he shouldn't involve himself any further with you, comprising the points he'd spontaneously thought of and will continue to think of. An antithesis, if you will (Archons, he should stop hanging around that Mahamatra). He'd like to think he was a man of reason, after everything he's been through.

Buer greets him from the centre of the room, her favourite spot to ponder.

"Hello, Hat Guy. You look like you had fun." She smiles serenely, though her eyes sparkle with delight.

He's stopped trying to get Buer to call him anything else at this point. He ignores the comment, and instead holds out the Havalmadz.

"Someone sent this for you." he says simply, but he knew Buer could read between the lines. He's heard that parents often have an instinct for that–not that he sees her as a parent or anything. She thanks him happily, and doesn't point anything out, to his relief.

He'll surely get over his fascination with you soon.

©wanderstarr..!!

to be cross posted on ao3! later bc its like 1 am rn and im tjred. i'll probably need to edit this later. this got too long to be a oneshot, but it's much shorter than what i have planned for the android scara fic. just a little something to get me out of writer's block, bc i love describing fantasy settings hehe. still working out how to make aesthetic tumblr fic posts,, enjoy!

[vilevanessa]

someone has got to write JEBRAEL x Y/N as Ufairah in those King Deshret ruins ❕❕❕❕❕❕❕❕❕❕❕‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❗️❗️❗️‼️❗️❕

[himasgod]

Why we not marry Morax?!?! Wtf is wrong with us???? Can’t say as a reader i agree with that decision…😭

Good night, annonie!

Haha, actually, it's totally understandable that you don't agree with Queen's decision in Deshret x Reader. Realistically, in a situation like that, probably none of us would have refused to marry Morax, but I did it due to several factors:

As always, for the sake of the script. It's a Deshret x Reader so obviously and even if we don't like it, Deshret has to get his way, otherwise the x reader content would have ended in the first chapter.

Since it's not over yet, I have to intertwine it with the next request of this fanfic in a way that makes sense and is rational, so, I have to link the events of one request with another, and since @sailorstar9, (the one who gives me ideas about this fanfic) explicitly asked for a happy ending, I have to give it to her.

Within the story itself, Queen getting back together with Deshret is also an option that makes sense. If you notice, in the flashbacks she has with Deshret, she is seen as a happy, cheerful, lively person. After everything with NabuMaliakta, hatred began to slowly consume her and her personality became cold and upright, something she never liked.

Also, several things are specified in this last chapter (IV part II) such as that, at first, before Deshret interrupted, Queen naturally did not want to marry Moax (if she hadn't done it before meeting Deshret, she wouldn't do it now either) and, furthermore, Queen did not reject Morax for Deshret, but she decided to forgive him not for him, not because he deserved it, but because she thought about herself, to forget the matter and purify her heart.

And yet, if you want, I can make an alternative ending for you in which she ends up marrying Morax! I'll do whatever appears in the inbox, so if you want an alternate ending, make a request and I'll get to work!

Yours, himasgod.

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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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