Ennead || Unseen

Matchmaking

Long nails scratch along your back, making you arch as you press your whole body in. The stinging marks tingling pleasantly as you pant, hands delving under the sheets as you lay kisses down her breast.

She moans and you're so heated, you can't help but echo it, her golden locks curling around her soft face before she cups your own, bringing you up to her lips and-

You sip at the wine, hoping it will drown out everything. Images of the past month's nights has been plaguing you. You've come looking for help for it but...

Hathor sits besides you, looking like she's struck gold.

"Oh my little Khonsu is a love god! I'm so happy!" She squeals before grabbing you and squishing her to you. Her chest presses against your own, making both of them have a squish that really really really isn't helping you right now.

"Aunt, it's terrible. I'm having all these weird ass dreams and- and I'm starting to stare at people. Especially people I know." You shudder but she just giggles at your suffering.

"Oh baby, that's perfectly normal for fertility gods! You just gotta get used to it. Who knows, maybe this can explain some of your more... volatile emotions?"

You're confused as you stare at her blankly, quite bird headed-ly in fact.

"But you're already starting to mellow out! Sobek was like you when he was just starting out. He started humping everything in sight for centuries before he got a hold of it.... And he was quite... blessed." She snickers, a slight blush overcoming her face.

You start chugging the wine.

"Oh don't be so silly, I've heard that you five are looking for love anyway~" She purrs as she reaches for her own wine. "Maybe you'll marry and then pound out your frustrations?"

You choke, wine going down the wrong pipe. Thankfully you can breathe just fine but you still cough it harshly out.

"Aunt-"

"Hmm, Nephthys seems like a good match personality wise but I don't think her teeny body can handle you... And then there's Isis, she's a bit too much like Ma'at to be honest." She sighs as you look away, fidgeting with the cushion beneath you. "Well, at least she shows different emotions, unlike sister." She mutters.

She suddenly grinned. "Unless you like men~"

Your face flares up and you grind your teeth, accidentally biting your tongue with your sharp canines.

"I. Don't."

She just shrugs, still smiling.

"Well, seeing your reaction to when I mentioned Isis, I guess not..." she leans into you "you have a cruuuuuush~ I knew it!"

You shield your already masked face, groaning. But she's... not wrong. You've always felt a kind of way towards Isis. You wanted her to look at you, you wanted her to speak comforts to you and to tenderly touch you.

You sigh as you let your hands go, silently accepting it, letting it ruminate. Hathor can't help but smile, fully with teeth.

"Are you thinking of proposing~?"

You simply nod.

———

He never really did this, beauty was never something he considered, let alone his own but... He kept staring himself in the mirror, turning his hips around and looking at himself up and down.

What's been going on with him? Perhaps he's been poisoned? Why is he meticulously analyzing himself? His stomach has been feeling horrible lately but he hasn't eaten anything in years. In fact, he stopped eating solely because of that damn feeling in his stomach.

Yet it still permeates, especially when he thinks of...

Shaking his head, he turns around- only to stop.

"Oh, hey brother. What do you need?"

Osiris merely stared at him as Seth awkwardly scratched his neck.... He didn't see him prancing in front of the mirror like a bird, right?

"Seth, I wanted to talk to you." He starts. "It's about the marriage. I think you should marry Nephthys."

Seth frowned immediately before snorting. "Nephthys? No offense but I don't need you to tell me who to marry, I have... someone in mind."

Osiris raises an eyebrow.

"Who? Isis?"

"No."

"One of our aunts?"

"Ew, no!"

"...Khonsu?"

"N- Look! I don't need to tell you. I'm just gonna- I'm just gonna do it!" He declares before he starts walking away.

"But... what if they reject you?"

Seth stops in his tracks. He turns to look at his brother calmly, fists tightening.

"...he won't."