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Lion El'Jonson

You are his home, his comfort, the one person he knows better than himself

He looks at you like you're the only person he can truly trust

To him, being with you is like being home in the deep forests of Caliban again- when life was easier

Fulgrim

You're his muse, his most perfect other half

He looks at you like a painter looks at the world- finding beauty in your every breath

Would spend every day making portraits of you, but looking at them is never the same as experiencing the warmth of your smile

Perturabo

You are his favorite design, and his most powerful foe

He looks at you like you're the guardian of a fortress he will never fully break into

Is more than happy to spend the rest of his life breaking down your walls so that he can build you better ones

Jaghatai Khan

You are freedom

He looks at you like he looks at the farthest horizon- always there, but just out of reach

He will claim you fully one day, will ride with you under the open sky without fear of losing you. But until then- he will watch, and wait, and plan your perfect life.

Leman Russ

You are his best friend

He looks at you like a wolf looks at the moon, eyes filled with yearning and excitement

Likes to watch you while you go about mundane tasks, always waiting for you to look at him and ask for help, no matter what it is

Rogal Dorn

You're his treasure

He looks at you like knights look at their princesses, filled with pride and adoration at your every action

Personally built your home on Terra where only he and his most loyal and trusted sons are permitted to visit

Konrad Curze

You're the sun that lights his miserable skies

Looks at you intensely, like he's afraid you'll fade from his side the moment his eyes leave your form

Has never once forgotten a single birthday or anniversary- he cares much more than he pretends to, and gets angry and a little sick whenever he misses one because he's busy crusading

Sanguinius

You are his everything

Looks at you like you're the only person in the room

The first time he tasted your blood was because he bit you while struggling with his thirst, and nearly killed you- hid from you for weeks afterwards, and had to be convinced to see you by several of his sons and two of his brothers

Ferrus Manus

You're his weakness

Looks at you like your softness will give him more strength

The flesh is weak, and so is he the moment you step into the room- all anyone needs to do to convince him of nearly anything is to have you be the one to ask

Angron

You're his savior

Looks at you like the only thing in this world that can truly fix him

He told you once that if he ever laid his hands on you because of the Nails, that you were to rip both his hearts from his chest and end it all right there

Roboute Guilliman

You are the most reliable person he knows

Looks at you like nothing you say could possibly be wrong

Knows your schedule inside and out, and is somehow still surprised by you in some way on a daily basis

Mortarion

You're the cure to his every ailment

Looks at you like every time is the last time

Built you a greenhouse so you could cultivate your favorite flowers- then got yelled at when you caught him trying to crossbreed them with poisonous herbs to make them more effective

Magnus

You're his favorite debate partner

Looks at you as if you're the stars in the sky

Is a top tier yearner, and spends far too much of his time seeking you out psychically so he can just feel your existence even if you're only in the next room

Horus Lupercal

You are his crowning achievement

Looks at you like he'd tear worlds apart so that he can rebuild them just for you

The first time he laid eyes on you, he literally tripped over his own feet in his hurry to meet you. Everyone saw it. You still tease him about it.

Lorgar Aurelian

You are his perfect truth

He looks at you like you're a deity, eyes filled with wonder and worship

Was nearly convinced to leave you by Erebus- You found out, and left on your own to save yourself the hurt. He followed immediately, and groveled at your feet for forgiveness.

Vulkan

You're the fire keeping him going

He looks at you like you're the strongest person he's ever known- and maybe you are

Often forgets how much larger than he is than you, and walks too fast. Becomes genuinely distressed when he turns and you're not next to him anymore.

Corvus Corax

You are the warm dawn illuminating his cold nights

He looks at you like you are the most fascinating thing he's ever seen

Even if you never see him, you know when he's visited because there is always something shiny left behind that wasn't there before

Alpharius Omegon

You're the only one who ever sees through the lies

They look at you like a puzzle they can't solve but that never gets boring

Lion El'Johnson/Dark Angels: a very deep green and brown layered bath bomb, sprinkled with the smallest hint of gold glitter. There's a heavy smell of pine to it, and somehow they managed to put the smell of petrichor and mud into the bath bomb, probably from the actual mud Fulgrim convinced the assembly team to put in because "just because it's Lion themed does not mean the users can't come out of it glowing". Unfortunately, the mix of green and brown coloring makes the water rather unsavory looking, but when in Rome, I guess.

Fulgrim/The Emperor's Children: the color of it is a deep purple, with a large amount of lavender and gold glitter sprinkled throughout it. It's fairly dramatic in its fizzing, as in you can actively hear it, but the scent it emits is a wonderful, wonderful blend of roses and lilies, and a hint of honey. There's some activated charcoal for the benefits, and some other added skincare chemicals mixed into the blend.

Perturabo/The Iron Warriors: The fact that this man was convinced to sign off on a marketable skin care/bath product is astounding. And then he got told what Dorn was going with(more on that later), and promptly decided that his bath bomb would be a close second in terms of dramatics when it comes to fizzing compared to Fulgrim, who's not even first place(once again, stay tuned for that answer). He selected yellow and black. Not even gold. Just yellow. A dry version of his bath bomb follows the hazard pattern of his legion, those yellow and black stripes, but when it completely dissolves and mixes into your bath, it's also an unappealing color. He does not care, sadly. He's selected the scents of motor oil, somehow managing to infuse that scent into the bath product alongside a hefty amount of charcoal(it had to turn black somehow). He shot down the suggestion from Fulgrim about putting blackberry scent into it. No, he did not care that Fulgrim helpfully informed him that blackberry is tough as nails, probably because it was worded something like, "it never goes away and some people saw it as a pest."

The Khan/The White Scars: he has a pretty basic bath bomb. A little dramatic, sure. But overall, pretty enjoyable. He also uses activated charcoal, but he's also managed to infuse the scents of several herbs from his home planet, as a subtle, savory undertone to the smell of tiger lily and, I can't explain my logic behind this, sunflowers. The color itself is a mix of a light gray and a small bit of red, with a touch of gold glitter. The end result sees the water turned a slight pink, looking almost like milk with a single drop of red food coloring. Yes. Let's go with food coloring.

Leman Russ/Space Wolves: This man heard that Perturabo didn't want blackberry in his bath bomb, and went, "more for me then." He loves the plant being so resilient, and it reminds him of home in a way, village children wandering around and stuffing their faces full until the juices had stained their faces and clothes, reminds him of grand feasts where serfs produced berry tarts and cookies. There's also a touch of pine scent mixed into it, along with sap and dandelions. The overall smell is vaguely nostalgic, especially if you were prone to running around in the woods as a child. It's not too dramatic, fizzing in what Russ describes as, "a reasonable amount". The color is a darker gray than Jaghatai's, with a red band around the dry version. Russ didn't want glitter, so your bath is going to be pretty dull, but it'll smell nice so there's that.

Rogal Dorn/Imperial Fists: He's accidentally convinced Perturabo to create a bath bomb, simply because he didn't exactly see the point. But, if he has to create a bath addition that fizzes, he opts for those tiny fizz tablets, like the ones baseline children use as a segway to bath bombs. While the rest of the primarchs opt for only having one bath bomb, Dorn opts instead for a packet of five, bright yellow tablets. There's a slight, citrusy smell, and that's purely because Dorn figured that most yellow fizzy tablets had the scent of citrus, and that must mean yellow=citrus when it comes to bath products. Logically, this is the one bath you're coming out of without being coated in glitter, stained a certain color, or smelling strongly of whatever perfumes went into it.

Konrad Curze/Night Lords: You are not leaving this bath without being stained a dark, messy purple. The bath bomb itself is coated in an outer shell of blue, but the core is a dark red. Curze had to be shown what a bath bomb actually looks like when it's at work, because when he first heard of one, he started laughing at the idea of quite literally blowing up your bath in the name of "relaxation". "can't be stressed if you're dead"

"Konrad, no-"

Anyways, he liked the idea that the red could leak through while it's fizzing, and the bath would look as though it's bleeding. He liked this idea a lot. He commissioned that many of the "bombs" be made so he could enjoy a bath(for once). In all reality, he just liked watching it "bleed". Are we that surprised?

He wasn't allowed to propose scenting it with viscera and "guilt"(whatever Guilt smells like) so instead, he proposed incenses that are most commonly used by morticians, think frankincense and myrrh, with a hint of embalming fluid. Nobody's sure how the embalming fluid got added to the mix, but it's there. His bath bomb scent has been given the name "funeral home", "graveyard", and "why did anybody think this was a good idea"(courtesy of Sevatar, who watched Curze hold an actively fizzing bath bomb so that the blood red soap poured down his hand)

Sanguinius/Blood Angels: He's opted for a white bath bomb, with a pretty average sprinkling of gold glitter. The bath, once it's finished, will look quite a good deal like steamy, glittery milk. This one is scented with milk, honey, and clover flowers, with a faint hint of cinnamon to make it into almost smelling like a comfort drink that you never learned the recipe for, but your parents or your grandparents made you when you were tired and cranky. Fulgrim and Horus did try to sweet talk him into adding a bit of red, since it does show up in his legion's color scheme, but Sanguinius wouldn't hear them out. Red, in his opinion, being buried inside the bath bomb, would remind him a little too much about his Thirst, and making people bleed because he hungered. Just the white is fine, thanks much.

Ferrus Manus/Iron Hands: This is another "practical" one that has the smell of motor oil, steel, and fire. Think deodorant for men, but in the form of a bath bomb. Ferrus is a little confused, but he has the spirit. In all honesty, he thought the bath bombs had to resemble what they themselves smelled like, but just like his Legion taking his iron hands out of context and going crazy with augments, the general public took the bath bomb out of context and decided that it was "manly enough that only the strongest could use it".

Angron/World Eaters: Lavender. So much lavender. See, despite the nails, he actually understood the assignment of "create a somewhat relaxing smell for your bath bomb". So, he picked a blend of chamomile and lavender, with a small center full of Epsom salt to ease one's sore muscles and joints. Fulgrim's quite proud, honestly. Who knew Angry Ron knew about that kind of stuff? In all honesty, Angron was putting up with the pain for as long as he could, creating the bath add on that he himself yearned for during his time as a gladiator. Lavender and chamomile to calm oneself, and the salts to ease soreness from a long and drawn out fight. The bath bomb itself follows a mostly red color scheme, since he'd left the design up to his brothers, once the migraines got too much to handle. This is another one that has flecks of gold, but those are few and far inbetween compared to the dried lavender and chamomile blossoms that were added. Angron has accidentally created a luxury bath, but it's actually pretty popular in the chronic pain and insomniac communities. No, this isn't me wishing really hard for a chronic pain/insomnia helping bath bomb. Totally not.

Guilliman/Ultramarine: Hoooo!! You'd think this would be the most basic bath bomb ever, and for the most part, you're right. The bomb itself is pretty basic. Not too much glitter, average amount of blue and gold dye, an actually respectable amount of olive oil and bath salts in the center, and an even more respectable amount of moon flower scented oils added. What isn't basic, and I will die on this hill, is the fact that he didn't make it ball shaped. He made it in the shape of his legion's symbol. What? It's supposed to represent him and his legion, isn't it? No, Curze. It's not a toilet seat, how dare you? Stop laughing, this is a serious matter!

Theoretical: The shape will, for once, make his legion stand out so that his brothers stop calling him a fancier equivalent of "basic bitch"

Practical: Russ and Jaghatai have now started a game of horseshoes with the bath bomb. Mission failed, he'll have to try again later.

Mortarion/Death Guard: Get that mold away from him, he doesn't want to. Never mind the fact that he's secretly concocting a scent scheme, and a color scheme, and a-

Oh, fuck it. Fine. Here.

This is another popular one with sufferers of chronic pain, simply for the fact he's filled the center with Devil's Claw extract, ginger extract, and ashwagandha. No, he totally didn't spend time researching herbs best for helping with one's pain. The scent itself is a surprisingly pleasant blend of citrus for energy, and rose because, "that's a usual bath bomb smell, right?" The color scheme itself is a murky, greenish brown, almost like vomit, which is why it's so surprising that it's such a pleasant experience.

Magnus the Red/Thousand Sons: This is a really pleasant bath bomb. The glitter, while completely coating the outside in every color under the sun and then some, is only a thin layer, hiding the, depending on if this is pre heresy or not, red or blue bath bomb under it. Magnus has added a few smells, such as the smell of old paper, dust, and leather. He's scented it like an old library that you have very vague memories of visiting as a child, to go with the smells of morning glory, papyrus and sea water. It also smells a bit like ink, and a very small bit of sandalwood incense. It's flashy, for sure, but it's not the shiniest one.

Horus/Sons of Horus: Great googly moogly. This man...who signed off on this guy making a bathbomb??

Horus never half asses anything, the effort he applies is usually 110%. Unfortunately...that extra ten percent has now put this bath bomb under a legal need to also be classified as a glitter bomb and a borderline war crime. There is so much F U C K I N G glitter, that once you step out of the bath, Twilight is calling asking for its vampire extras back. Now, once you get through the insane, obsessive, and borderline deadly amounts of glitter, the bath bomb itself is a steady half and half situation where one half is gold, and one half is a pleasant red. Horus also, unfortunately, couldn't decide on a scent, and as such dumped what smells like the entire perfume department into this, quite honestly, literal bomb. And I do mean literal, as it somehow fizzes so much your bath almost looks like it's boiling violently. Use at your own risk, or prank your least favorite family member for Sanguinala.

Lorgar/Word Bearers: ah, yet another sensible bath bomb. The scents of holy church oils, incenses, with a pleasing golden tint and lovely Monarchian runes drawn and etched into it. If you feel like taking a dip in the holy oil basin, there you go. Only this time, instead of leaving you greasy and gross, you're left soft and comforted, extremely relaxed by the subtle scents of burning wax and aged paper. Asides from the golden tint, the base color is just white. Lorgar didn't exactly see the point in coloring it deeply, he doesn't feel like this needs to be flash with his bath bomb. He is, however, putting capsules in the center of the bath bombs. What's inside? Prayer pamphlets.

Vulkan/Salamanders: He also understood the assignment, adding in soothing notes of milk, warm wool, and firewood, on top of a bit of lavender and southern magnolia. His bath bomb slightly breaks the mold that his brother's set, in that instead of his legion's colors, or his personal favorites, he left it up to the assembly team. After much voting, it was decided that the bath bomb would look almost like obsidian. Vulkan had said "surprise me," with a grin, and they surprised him with a bath bomb made to look like a byproduct of solidified lava. Vulkan is another one who commissioned the continued production of the bath bombs, and as a gift, gave the assembly team their own Vulkan Bombs.

Corvus Corax: A mix of black bath bomb and silver glitter, this bath bomb once again has notes of activated charcoal, with a raven themed carved crystal in the very center, usually made out of either black tourmaline, or onyx. The scent itself, aside from the charcoal, is a pleasant blend of moon flower, angel's trumpet, and cactus flower. It is important to note that the glitter he approved of isn't too much in its quantity. It's actually a rather miniscule amount, so small you almost miss it. When you step out, you almost look like you've sprayed a small layer of glitter body spray.

Alpharius Omegon/Alpha Legion: What. So, the bomb itself has a mix of every scent and then some, but unlike Horus, who's bath bomb can kill a grown man just by taking a small breath in, it's a pleasant sensation known as "the scent of all time". The bath bomb, as it fizzles and dissolves, goes through every single color under the sun, and then some, until it gets to the core. And that's when you remember just how much they like to be little shits. You thought to outrageous amounts of glitter Horus had would be the worst? No. No, you'll be bathing in glitter, nonstop, for decades. YOUR GREAT GRANDCHILDREN WILL BE GLITTERY

YOUR DOG

YOUR CAT

YOUR BIRD

Perturabo The marine asks and Perturabo looks at him with the pure disgust of a man who has just been asked to install Windows Vista on a cogitator. “No.”

The marine nods and leaves. Three hours later Perturabo has built an automated siege-grade compression device calibrated to simulate paternal approval. It has killed six Iron Warriors but Perturabo insists this is user error.

Jaghatai Khan The marine asks, Jaghatai laughs delighted and pulls him into a crushing one-armed hug. “Good! A warrior who asks plainly for what he wants. Better than brooding in corners like a gargoyle.” (Somewhere the Lion sneezes.)

He claps the marine on the back hard enough to reset his heart and then makes him ride for six hours because 'the soul digests affection better at speed.'

Leman Russ The marine asks and Russ is already hugging him before the sentence is finished. The marine’s ribs make a noise, Russ is laughs, someone brings ale, someone else starts singing, the marine is now legally part of a saga.

“Any son of mine who asks for a hug gets one! And any son too proud to ask gets two!” Russ says. Space Wolves across the hall begin fleeing.

Rogal Dorn The Marine asks, Dorn pauses then says “yes.” The hug is firm, structurally sound, emotionally reinforced with no wasted movement. The marine feels safer than he has ever felt in his life, he also feels like he has been temporarily installed into a fortress wall.

“This was a good use of time.” Dorn says. Then he makes a note in a tactical log: "Hugs: morale-effective. Implement sparingly but sincerely". Dorn didn't know he needed it until later when he stood alone and thought ''That was… good.'

Konrad Curze The Marine asks, everyone in the room stops breathing, Curze slowly turns his head. “A hug?” Curze approaches like a cryptid, he wraps his arms around the marine with terrifying gentleness. It's cold, awkward and lasts too long. The marine realizes Curze has no idea when a hug is supposed to end.

“I saw nine possible futures where you asked this. In six, I killed you. In one, you cried. In one, I cried. In this one, we are both confused.” Curze whispers.

Sanguinius The Marine asks and Sanguinius looks heartbroken that the marine thought he even had to ask. “Oh, my son.” The hug is divine. It fixes posture, trauma, hairline and one unresolved childhood issue the marine didn’t know survived indoctrination.

Nearby Blood Angels start quietly forming a line. “My lord, may I also-” one asks. Sanguinius opens both arms, the entire legion begins crying but in a beautiful way.

Ferrus Manus The Marine asks and Ferrus looks mildly annoyed. He grabs the Marine by the shoulders and pulls him into something that is technically a hug but feels like being inspected by industrial equipment. It is brief, powerful and it may also have dented his ceramite.

“You are not weak for needing reinforcement.” Ferrus says and immediately pretends he said nothing profound.

Angron The marine asks. Bad room, bad timing, bad everything. “What?” Angron snarls. The Marine repeats it because apparently this son has chosen death but politely. For a second Angron looks like he might tear him apart then something in him cracks in the other direction. The hug is brutal, trembling and almost too tight, not affectionate in the usual way, more like Angron is trying to hold together a world that was never allowed to exist.

Guilliman The marine asks and Guilliman says “of course” then he hugs him warmly and normally, like an emotionally functional person. Afterward, Guilliman asks if this is an isolated morale issue or if the chapter requires a broader framework for paternal reassurance.

By evening there is a document titled: Codex Astartes Appendix CXLII: On Appropriate Fraternal and Paternal Physical Reassurance in Times of Strategic Distress

Mortarion The marine asks and Mortarion stares. “No.” The Marine nods sadly and mortarion watches him go. Five minutes later Mortarion appears beside him like a tuberculosis cryptid and says: “Do not misunderstand me, I refused because sentiment makes warriors dependent.”

Then he stands there silently and finally places one huge hand on the Marine’s shoulder. It isn't a hug but the emotional equivalent of finding a blanket in a plague bunker. “Endure.”

Magnus the Red The marine asks, Magnus smiles. “My son, what you seek is not merely contact but recognition of the soul’s ache-” “Father, I meant a hug.” Magnus gives him one then also accidentally shares a psychic vision of cosmic unity, ancient Prospero, the marine’s own buried loneliness and a metaphor involving a burning library.

The marine is healed, enlightened and has a migraine. “Was that sufficient?” Magnus asks. “Yes, lord.” The marine replies weeping.

Horus The marine asks and Horus beams. “Come here.” The hug is perfect: warm, strong, charming, fatherly, the kind of hug that makes a transhuman killing machine think, “I would follow this man anywhere.”

Horus remembers the marine’s name, his squad, his last campaign and exactly what to say. The marine leaves glowing with devotion and somewhere fate starts sweating.

Lorgar The marine asks and Lorgar’s eyes immediately go wet. “My son…” He hugs him like this is a sacrament and the Emperor himself might finally understand basic emotional literacy if enough people embraced sincerely.

The marine gets a hug then a sermon and a handwritten devotional pamphlet titled The Sacred Geometry of the Father’s Arms. The hug was excellent and the followup reading wasn't optional.

Vulkan The marine asks and Vulkan looks offended because he realizes this son has been walking around not already hugged. “My son, come here.” The marine disappears into the hug like a child inside a weighted blanket made of volcanoes and unconditional support.

Vulkan pats his back with the restraint of a god trying not to liquefy a beloved ant. Every Salamander nearby is nodding approvingly.

Corvus Corax The marine asks and Corax appears from a shadow. “You may.” The Marine nearly dies of cardiac surprise. The hug is quiet, careful and brief but not cold, Corax is very aware that some wounds don't like being grabbed. He lets the Marine choose how long it lasts.

“Do not mistake silence for absence.” Corax says afterward then vanishes dramatically because he physically can't end an emotional moment like a normal person.

Alpharius/Omegon The Marine asks his primarch for a hug and his primarch says: “Certainly.” The hug happens or does it? Later the Marine receives six conflicting reports: He hugged Alpharius. He hugged Omegon. He hugged a body double. He was hugged by three operatives in a trench coat. He himself is Alpharius and hugged himself. The hug was a psyop to improve morale metrics.