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Valerio (Lamenters OC)
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Papoy!
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MASTER POST/MASTER LIST
Because there will be more.
Space Marine Husbandry AU
Valerio (Lamenters OC)
Lucky to be by your side
Papoy!
RamĂłn (Crimson Fists OC)
to be released
____ (Raptors OC)

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Primarchs with internet access
Lion ElâJonson He gets internet access and immediately uses it like a classified military archive. He only lurks and has no profile picture or username. Somehow he has accounts on forums that have been dead since 2007. He knows everything everyone has ever posted and has screenshots⌠and backups of the screenshots. He is in twelve Discord servers but has never typed. His status is always invisible and when he finally sends one message itâs: âExplainâ.
The Lion doesnât get internet drama, he sees it as intelligence warfare. Someone tweets âhot take: the Dark Angels seem suspiciousâ and three minutes later their router starts making weird noises.
Fulgrim He becomes an influencer in under 48 hours. His Instagram is unbearable and every post is him in perfect lighting. He starts a skincare channel, a fashion review channel, a music theory channel and a video essay channel where every video is secretly about himself. Once he discovers thirst traps he becomes impossible to live with.
He also discovers comment sections. One person writes: âmidâ and Fulgrim spends six sleepless days crafting a response so devastating that it becomes a legally recognized form of psychological warfare.
We need to stop romanticizing Astartes and look at practical aspects of their daily lives.
Do we know how many calories an average Space Marine needs to consume per day? Must be a shit ton, considering their metabolism and body structure.
What supplements do they consume? I'd say they have some super-charged all-in-one sludge they consume daily.
Do they get bloated after all that amount of protein just like us baselines do?
Spiraling down this particular train of thought, I have to say I don't want to imagine how their lavatories look like. Imagine that creature just fighting for his life there, what with all steroids, acids, GMOs and other crap. Lmao.
So many questions, so little answers.
Precisely.
Like, if mosquitoes exist and one bites a marine, will the mosquito become stronger than it's peers after drawing marine blood? Or nah?
And lice too. Do they not have them? Given that sometimes they have to wear their armors and helmets for long durations of time. Imagine a large, powerful lice that is doing pushups on a scalp.
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Lament's End - Part 5
Pairing: Lamenter x FemReader
Warnings: blood
Description: Taliesin and his Little Cat have settled into an uneasy peace, each attempting to understand the other.
I'm realizing this is going to be a long, slow burn, people. I hope you're up for it! đ
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At this rate, it will take us weeks to reach the abandoned outpost.
Taliesin grit his teeth, fighting back the wave of frustration. It shamed him. It wasnât your fault. He should not blame you.
If only she would allow me to carry her.
A sharp hiss of breath from behind. Too far behind. For the fifteenth time that hour, Taliesin paused, listening for the halting, unsteady sound of bandaged feet on moist soil. He did not turn his head.Â
You didnât like when he looked at you.
The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by the rustle of your makeshift canvas clothing, and short, panting breaths. Your scent drifted to his nostrils: sweat, the faint coppery tang of blood, and the ever present sour note of fear.
The perpetual twilight of this eternal forest brightened enough for Taliesin to assume the sun neared its zenith. The air warmed significantly, though still holding a persistent chill. He took a moment to breathe in the unrecycled atmosphere.
âI remember the first time I set foot on living earth, as an Aspirant.â The words came easier now âMy homeworld had been metal and smoke. I remember the feeling of clean air in my lungs.â
He allowed himself a brief chuckle. âI coughed so hard I lapsed into unconsciousness.â
Taliesin waited, listening. When no response came, he smothered the flash of disappointment.Â
Strange. I craved silence when aboard the Flentes Angelum. Surrounded by my brothers, mortals, and the interminable groan of ancient metal.
What would he give to hear just a fraction of that cacophony now?
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Couldn't stop thinking of this ever since i heard it yesterday.
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Papoy!
Ship: Valerio (Lamenters! OC) x Reader
Genre: Wholesome(ish), slice of life
Words: Idk
Note: Had a moment where I just realized, their armor is yellow. Guess who else is yellow? Oh, yes. Rushed here as fast as I could.
(Not proof read, legit jotting it here.)
Valerio wasn't unfamiliar with being called names of all kinds. Whether just for him or aimed for his Chapter as a whole, with their cursed founding often used as the sole basis for such titles.
His Angels of Death. Scions of the Great Angel. The Unlucky. The Cursed.
Yes. Not a single word he hadn't heard before.
He was certain of that. Nothing could be said that could have shaken him, not that it would've been easy to do so either.
But this.
His brilliant blue eyes narrowed at the screen infront of him. The picts that showed up as the results of his search on the ancient Terra's equivalent of noosphere.
Small, yellow. Oddly shaped. Wearing blue jumpers of denim. Some had one eye, some had two. Rarely any had more than two or three strands of hair protruding from their scalp. If it could even be called that.
The big, round goggles over their 'eyes', wasn't helping them much either.
'Minions' â the results read under most of the picts.
He was first shocked, then grimaced in concentration, trying to decipher just what had earned him that name.
It lingered in his mind, nay, gnawed at it with unbridled curiosity. Ever since a little child, no older than five or six years of age, had taken to calling him so. With a tiny finger pointed at him so determinantly, as if come across some great truth.
Perhaps he should've taken time to change out of his armor.
Valerio had been out shopping at the local supermarket with his beloved bonded, just perusing the aisles of fresh produce when it happened.
His bonded had snuck a glance at him before bursting in laugher, wheezing and gently patting his arm to reassure him it was nothing bad.
Meanwhile, the mother, embarrassed at the gesture, was trying to placate the situation. Denying her son his flawed claim and urging him to apologize. But the little boy was undeterred. His eyes bright and gleaming with faith that he made no mistake.
"Papoy! Papoy!" He cheered excitedly, shaking his finger.
Throne. A new language.
Just when he had started to get the hang of English. But this one, he hadn't heard before.
He had looked to his bonded for some assistance â any information, any idea what was being spoken. Anything. But she only smiled at him in that amused and endearing manner.
When they returned home, the first thing he did after helping to arrange the groceries, was rush to the computer systems. The technology was outdated compared to the systems he was more accustomed to, but the machine spirit of this system worked well enough.
And when he found the answer to his curiosity, he was met with a new dilemma â was it a curse or a compliment?
A 'Minion'.
Well, he wasn't offended. Of course not. He could see why the little one made the assumption.
Perhaps it was the yellow?
His eyes snapped down to his armor, roaming over his gauntlets, the chestplate, before returning to the screen.
It was indeed the yellow.
Well, at least he had an idea what he could be for this 'Halloween' his bonded had been speaking of lately.
Pondering my orbs.
Me atm fr.
LUCKY TO BE BY YOUR SIDE
Ship: Valerio (Lamenter OC) x Reader
Genre: Wholesome(?)
Words: 2,507 words.
Note: This is the debut of my first character for the Space Marine Husbandry AU, and a way for me to get back into writing stuff after a long, long time. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any errors beforehand. But yeah, had fun writing it and hope it's just as fun to read. - EbonCha
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Misfortune, a simple word really. Two mere syllables. It meant bad luck or an unfortunate event, something harmful or unpleasant that happens by chance. It could happen to anyone, perhaps a bit more to some than others to the extent that they gain an infamous reputation for being cursed with bad luck. Utter grox-shite luck.
Who would know that better than Valerio, especially after all the tragedies he had witnessed firsthand across numerous battlefields. Lived through. Suffered in. Their chapter was known to embody what it meant to be âcursedâ, first in line in terms of adversity. Every single battle brother was well aware of this, from the oldest veterans to the freshly ordained brothers joining the ranks of the warriors clad in yellow ceramite.
There was a time when Valerio didnât believe in such labels, brushing them aside as baseless rumors, back when he was a young marine recruited from a feudal world, he, sadly, could no longer recall. Of course, it didnât take long for the reputation of their chapter to catch up with him. Proving time and time again just how true they were.
Was he proud of his chapter and all they stood for? By the Emperor, yes! Yes, he was. There wasn't a single day during decades of his service where he regretted being part of something so much bigger than himself, surrounded with the comradery of noble warriors he was proud to call brothers. Despite the countless misfortunes tailing them at every turn, he never complained about the poor cards they were dealt, always facing each adversity and loss with utmost honor.
At least not until he met you.
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Suddenly being thrown across time and space, Valerio had been more than shocked when he ended up on ancient Terra. At least, ancient by their standards. To say he had a hard time coming to terms with this odd reality would have been an understatement, it took him a few days to even adjust to all the changes. But, once he was more âacceptingâ of his predicament, he tried his best to get along well with the others and be helpful where he could be.
Those at the Astartesâ base he stayed at, near the outskirts of the city, were kind enough to shelter him and teach him about this era. Thus, he offered to assist them where he could, both out of gratitude and to pull his own weight around as much as possible.
During one such tasks, he had been helping deliver some medical equipment and instruments to a hospital, none to his understanding since he wasnât much of an apothecary. That was where he first met you, his charge. His bond, as he had learned from others what it was called.
You were there, standing outside a baseline doctorâs office, shuffling through a bundle of papers in your hands. One eyebrow was raised just the slightest bit, arched in concentration as you went through whatever was on those papers. Perhaps it was because you stood in his path, oblivious that you were blocking him, or it was the fluorescent light bearing down on you like an artificial, white halo, but he found his footsteps halting right before you.
Valerio didnât mean to come off as intimidating, but he hadnât been around long enough to actually learn much of the language people in this era spoke. The brother accompanying him on this little errand was also nowhere near in sight, likely still dealing with his end of the task. Needless to say, he wasnât exactly in a rush either.
Only when you noticed the larger shadow falling over you, did you look up from the papers. Up and up, till your eyes met a pair of honeyed brown orbs. Even now, as he fondly recalled the memory, he still doesnât know just what kind of expression he had on his face then. Whatever it was that made you smile at him that day. But that was the first day he encountered the one who would soon become the most cherished, endeared person to him. One whoâd worm her way past all his melancholy and raise a sanctuary, a peace he never thought heâd find.
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â.. and Iâm just a bit worried...â
Your voice reached his ears, slow and soft. You were resting with your back against the headboard, a pillow cushioning the curve of your spine. His head was resting over your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart hidden behind the soft rumble of your voice. He was nearly draped over you like a comfy, weighted blanket. Your description, the first time you had ever cuddled.
The two of you had been discussing random bits of your day, something that had become a routine before bed. It just felt right to hear your voice before falling asleep, even as you blabbered about mundane things he wasnât sure either of you would remember the next day. He simply could end his day without this.
âBut,â your fingers brushed through his honey blonde curls, âitâll be fine. I just know it.â
He hummed in acknowledgement, his voice came out muffled against the fabric of your shirt, earning him a soft giggle. Oh, how he melted every time he heard that fluttery sound.
That evening, your topic of discussion had started with your coffee, then your coworkers, then something you had seen on your way back home, before it turned to your surgery that was due tomorrow.
Valerio didnât fully grasp what it was, too many medical jargons that flew past his head when you had explained to him the reason for your regular hospital visits. But he knew there was something cancerous growing in your lung, and he understood the gravity of the threat it posed. It wasnât like he didnât worry, quite the opposite in fact. It was partly the reason why you both had begun to cuddle in the first place, to soothe his worries and placate his concerns.
He even accompanied you to many of your appointments with the doctor, listening and learning what he could to help take care of you better. Fortunately, it was just at the early stage, something about it being local. It could be handled with surgery, though that was only a minor consolation if any. For his part, Valerio took it upon himself to ensure you were fit for surgery.
He watched over your diet, making sure you ate healthy. He even began keeping garlic and ginger away from your meals a week before surgery, as much as he could, lest they thin out your blood too much. On days you didnât feel like getting out of your bed, he still managed to motivate you to exercise a bit. Even if it meant simply tagging him along for a morning walk. Totally because you needed the âfresh airâ, and definitely not because of the sad, concerned look heâd develop on his face if you turned down his offer.
You had no complaints, of course. It was hard not to appreciate and adore this gentle giant who seemed to dote on you every step of the way.
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By the time morning came, Valerio was already up and about as early as the sun, taking care of some minor household tasks that needed to be looked after. Cleanliness was vital for good health. Besides, it was the day of your surgery and he didnât want you to put any unnecessary stress on your body. You needed to be relaxed and at ease as much as possible. For his sake, at least, because he was more than enough worried for the both of you combined.
Even when you were checked into the hospital, he felt this tense knot just below his chest, right above his abdomen. It was a strange feeling, but not an unfamiliar one. It was there whenever he thought about you and your condition. As you lay on the medical berth in your assigned room, talking to your parents who had shown up to support you a while ago, he brushed it off as mere concern for your well-being. Baseline humans were, after all, fragile in comparison to Astartes. Both, physically and biologically. And added to that was this illness that clung to your lung.
Valerio wasnât allowed in the operating room, much to his disappointment, and had to wait outside with your parents accompanying him. They werenât poor company by any means, and he didnât dislike them, but had he been given a choice, he would have jumped at the chance to be by your side as you faced the daunting surgery. But his only consolation was the fact that it was generally done to avoid any foreign particles from entering the body during such a vulnerable state where it could easily be exposed to unchecked microscopic threats. Also, to prevent the risk of unnecessary interference or distraction to the surgeons that were operating on the patient.
Did it make him worry less? No.
To any passerby who might have seen him, he probably looked much the same as usual. Decades of training and indoctrination on self-control and composition didnât just vanish overnight. But, underneath all that dolor poise, his usually organized thoughts were in a disarray, and he found himself constantly thinking about the operation that was being performed just a few doors away.
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After tying up the materials used for their makeshift projection screen, Valerio put aside the neatly folded bundle. You had been packing up the few items that youâd brought earlier for your little movie night and stargazing âhangoutâ. He had discovered the spot during one of his fortnightly patrols around the neighbourhood and surrounding area. It was a small clearing, just lying between the outskirts of your neighbourhood and the forest, but surrounded by enough trees to provide a cozy, little spot.
You had brought a handy little projector that was apparently lying around your home from God knows when. One of those things you buy because you might need them, but never do until one, random day where youâre thankful you had it. The movie had been a fun activity, and he knew you had picked a film after much consideration just to make sure heâd enjoy it too. Truly, Valerio hadnât been bored, although, it wasnât the movie that he had been interested in.
It was a good choice, no doubt you had incredible taste, but he just couldnât help his wandering gaze. Your reactions to the scenes playing out on the makeshift screen were entertaining as is. The way your lips cracked into a smile, a muffled laugh, eyes turning into small crescents â all that he had grown exceptionally fond of. Was it a surprise he was so worried over you? Ensuring that you remained safe, happy and healthy.
For all the misfortunes that dogged him, this felt like a balm over the aches. A reward, a sanctuary. All the bad luck the galaxy had to offer couldnât stop him from choosing everything all over again, just to end up there. Again.
Once the movie was over, he joined you as you lay back on your picnic blanket, lying down opposite to you. The gap in the clearing allowed for an unobstructed view of the night sky. There werenât many clouds in the sky that particular night either, allowing a clearer view of the stars.
For a while, only silence surrounded the pair. But it wasnât uncomfortable. Far from it, actually. It felt peaceful, serene⌠Calm. He wasnât trying to make it through enemy shellings, not rushing about to complete a mission, not constantly battling the nagging voice in his head that often urged him to rage.
Nothing. Nothing but quiet.
Eventually, the silence was broken by the sound of your voice, talking about the stars. But Valerio didnât mind, your voice, despite soft, helped to ground him and prove that this was real. That he was actually here, on ancient Terra. Part of him felt guilt for enjoying the peace and the comfort he had here, especially since many of his brothers back in his time were still fighting, still facing the adversaries of mankind.
Oh, he knew that if he were to wake up in his original timeline the next day, aboard the battle barge, he wouldnât hesitate for even a moment to continue with his duties. His purpose. But once his mind wandered, it kept wandering till it found its way to you, like it often tended to. Would you be upset if he were to leave? It was dangerous, where he was from. He absolutely couldnât risk you coming to harm. Would you be upset if he were to?
He turned his head to the side, looking over at you. Your eyes were turned to the stars, reflecting the millions of twinkling lights in the far-off distance with a bright curiosity that hadnât been tainted by the knowledge of what lay among them. Blissfully unaware. If only you knew of the horrors that lay beyond, ones he had to face before he ended up here. The âgentle giantâ next to you.
You heard the rustling next to you and looked to the side just in time for Valerio to lean over and press a kiss to your forehead. These affectionate gestures were still a bit foreign to him, but he had been growing fond of them with each passing day that he spent with you. Especially at how you reacted, your ramblings about the stars and everything beyond had been brought to a screeching halt. It warmed something in his two hearts as he watched you fumble over your words, trying to find your voice again. It was... endearing.
The only thought on his mind as he settled back down, was how he wouldnât let you come to harm. You didnât need to learn of the horrors. Not when heâd be there to fight them off should any ever threaten even a single strand of hair atop your head. Thus, he began to sate your curiosity about the stars with vague stories and tidbits from his own journeys between the stars. Minus the horrors, of course. Besides, he wasnât really allowed to say much about what Astartes actually did.
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The memory was still fresh in his mind, even months later. Not that he would ever forget, but also because he never wanted to. It was one of the many moments with you that he held close to his hearts as cherished memories, each one precious to him akin to a sacred relic in its own right.
Once your operation had been concluded, he joined you at your bedside, watching over your unconscious form. There werenât any vacant Astartes sized chairs or sitting arrangements available for the time being, so he merely stood close by in the event you awoke and needed to be attended to.
Though, as he watched the rise and fall of your chest, it became clear that it would take you a while before you even stirred. The operation had been taxing and you were still under the effects of anesthesia, as your parents had informed him after talking to one of the female hospital staff in a white uniform that had come to check on you earlier. A nurse, he recalled.
It was fine, he could wait. Valerio wasnât one to rush you. The anesthesia would wear off with time and you'd wake up soon enough. All he could do till then, was wait by your side.
Which was where he felt lucky to be. Â Â
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AwwwwâŚ. What a lovely pair! Valerio will definitely make sure to take care of you and cherish all these small moments. Ending up on Terra certainly was a lucky opportunity for him.
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Aahh I love this so much!
@ebonchalice I can not Tell You how deep my heart was in my throat in this fic I kept worrying that somebody was gonna Die.
Please don't kill Valerio or his bonded i want these cuties to have a Good life.
@c-u-c-koo-4-40k Well, uhm. Seeing as he's a Lamenter, we can only hope.
LUCKY TO BE BY YOUR SIDE
Ship: Valerio (Lamenter OC) x Reader
Genre: Wholesome(?)
Words: 2,507 words.
Note: This is the debut of my first character for the Space Marine Husbandry AU, and a way for me to get back into writing stuff after a long, long time. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any errors beforehand. But yeah, had fun writing it and hope it's just as fun to read. - EbonCha
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Misfortune, a simple word really. Two mere syllables. It meant bad luck or an unfortunate event, something harmful or unpleasant that happens by chance. It could happen to anyone, perhaps a bit more to some than others to the extent that they gain an infamous reputation for being cursed with bad luck. Utter grox-shite luck.
Who would know that better than Valerio, especially after all the tragedies he had witnessed firsthand across numerous battlefields. Lived through. Suffered in. Their chapter was known to embody what it meant to be âcursedâ, first in line in terms of adversity. Every single battle brother was well aware of this, from the oldest veterans to the freshly ordained brothers joining the ranks of the warriors clad in yellow ceramite.
There was a time when Valerio didnât believe in such labels, brushing them aside as baseless rumors, back when he was a young marine recruited from a feudal world, he, sadly, could no longer recall. Of course, it didnât take long for the reputation of their chapter to catch up with him. Proving time and time again just how true they were.
Was he proud of his chapter and all they stood for? By the Emperor, yes! Yes, he was. There wasn't a single day during decades of his service where he regretted being part of something so much bigger than himself, surrounded with the comradery of noble warriors he was proud to call brothers. Despite the countless misfortunes tailing them at every turn, he never complained about the poor cards they were dealt, always facing each adversity and loss with utmost honor.
At least not until he met you.
______________________________________________________________
Suddenly being thrown across time and space, Valerio had been more than shocked when he ended up on ancient Terra. At least, ancient by their standards. To say he had a hard time coming to terms with this odd reality would have been an understatement, it took him a few days to even adjust to all the changes. But, once he was more âacceptingâ of his predicament, he tried his best to get along well with the others and be helpful where he could be.
Those at the Astartesâ base he stayed at, near the outskirts of the city, were kind enough to shelter him and teach him about this era. Thus, he offered to assist them where he could, both out of gratitude and to pull his own weight around as much as possible.
During one such tasks, he had been helping deliver some medical equipment and instruments to a hospital, none to his understanding since he wasnât much of an apothecary. That was where he first met you, his charge. His bond, as he had learned from others what it was called.
You were there, standing outside a baseline doctorâs office, shuffling through a bundle of papers in your hands. One eyebrow was raised just the slightest bit, arched in concentration as you went through whatever was on those papers. Perhaps it was because you stood in his path, oblivious that you were blocking him, or it was the fluorescent light bearing down on you like an artificial, white halo, but he found his footsteps halting right before you.
Valerio didnât mean to come off as intimidating, but he hadnât been around long enough to actually learn much of the language people in this era spoke. The brother accompanying him on this little errand was also nowhere near in sight, likely still dealing with his end of the task. Needless to say, he wasnât exactly in a rush either.
Only when you noticed the larger shadow falling over you, did you look up from the papers. Up and up, till your eyes met a pair of honeyed brown orbs. Even now, as he fondly recalled the memory, he still doesnât know just what kind of expression he had on his face then. Whatever it was that made you smile at him that day. But that was the first day he encountered the one who would soon become the most cherished, endeared person to him. One whoâd worm her way past all his melancholy and raise a sanctuary, a peace he never thought heâd find.
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â.. and Iâm just a bit worried...â
Your voice reached his ears, slow and soft. You were resting with your back against the headboard, a pillow cushioning the curve of your spine. His head was resting over your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart hidden behind the soft rumble of your voice. He was nearly draped over you like a comfy, weighted blanket. Your description, the first time you had ever cuddled.
The two of you had been discussing random bits of your day, something that had become a routine before bed. It just felt right to hear your voice before falling asleep, even as you blabbered about mundane things he wasnât sure either of you would remember the next day. He simply could end his day without this.
âBut,â your fingers brushed through his honey blonde curls, âitâll be fine. I just know it.â
He hummed in acknowledgement, his voice came out muffled against the fabric of your shirt, earning him a soft giggle. Oh, how he melted every time he heard that fluttery sound.
That evening, your topic of discussion had started with your coffee, then your coworkers, then something you had seen on your way back home, before it turned to your surgery that was due tomorrow.
Valerio didnât fully grasp what it was, too many medical jargons that flew past his head when you had explained to him the reason for your regular hospital visits. But he knew there was something cancerous growing in your lung, and he understood the gravity of the threat it posed. It wasnât like he didnât worry, quite the opposite in fact. It was partly the reason why you both had begun to cuddle in the first place, to soothe his worries and placate his concerns.
He even accompanied you to many of your appointments with the doctor, listening and learning what he could to help take care of you better. Fortunately, it was just at the early stage, something about it being local. It could be handled with surgery, though that was only a minor consolation if any. For his part, Valerio took it upon himself to ensure you were fit for surgery.
He watched over your diet, making sure you ate healthy. He even began keeping garlic and ginger away from your meals a week before surgery, as much as he could, lest they thin out your blood too much. On days you didnât feel like getting out of your bed, he still managed to motivate you to exercise a bit. Even if it meant simply tagging him along for a morning walk. Totally because you needed the âfresh airâ, and definitely not because of the sad, concerned look heâd develop on his face if you turned down his offer.
You had no complaints, of course. It was hard not to appreciate and adore this gentle giant who seemed to dote on you every step of the way.
______________________________________________________________
By the time morning came, Valerio was already up and about as early as the sun, taking care of some minor household tasks that needed to be looked after. Cleanliness was vital for good health. Besides, it was the day of your surgery and he didnât want you to put any unnecessary stress on your body. You needed to be relaxed and at ease as much as possible. For his sake, at least, because he was more than enough worried for the both of you combined.
Even when you were checked into the hospital, he felt this tense knot just below his chest, right above his abdomen. It was a strange feeling, but not an unfamiliar one. It was there whenever he thought about you and your condition. As you lay on the medical berth in your assigned room, talking to your parents who had shown up to support you a while ago, he brushed it off as mere concern for your well-being. Baseline humans were, after all, fragile in comparison to Astartes. Both, physically and biologically. And added to that was this illness that clung to your lung.
Valerio wasnât allowed in the operating room, much to his disappointment, and had to wait outside with your parents accompanying him. They werenât poor company by any means, and he didnât dislike them, but had he been given a choice, he would have jumped at the chance to be by your side as you faced the daunting surgery. But his only consolation was the fact that it was generally done to avoid any foreign particles from entering the body during such a vulnerable state where it could easily be exposed to unchecked microscopic threats. Also, to prevent the risk of unnecessary interference or distraction to the surgeons that were operating on the patient.
Did it make him worry less? No.
To any passerby who might have seen him, he probably looked much the same as usual. Decades of training and indoctrination on self-control and composition didnât just vanish overnight. But, underneath all that dolor poise, his usually organized thoughts were in a disarray, and he found himself constantly thinking about the operation that was being performed just a few doors away.
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After tying up the materials used for their makeshift projection screen, Valerio put aside the neatly folded bundle. You had been packing up the few items that youâd brought earlier for your little movie night and stargazing âhangoutâ. He had discovered the spot during one of his fortnightly patrols around the neighbourhood and surrounding area. It was a small clearing, just lying between the outskirts of your neighbourhood and the forest, but surrounded by enough trees to provide a cozy, little spot.
You had brought a handy little projector that was apparently lying around your home from God knows when. One of those things you buy because you might need them, but never do until one, random day where youâre thankful you had it. The movie had been a fun activity, and he knew you had picked a film after much consideration just to make sure heâd enjoy it too. Truly, Valerio hadnât been bored, although, it wasnât the movie that he had been interested in.
It was a good choice, no doubt you had incredible taste, but he just couldnât help his wandering gaze. Your reactions to the scenes playing out on the makeshift screen were entertaining as is. The way your lips cracked into a smile, a muffled laugh, eyes turning into small crescents â all that he had grown exceptionally fond of. Was it a surprise he was so worried over you? Ensuring that you remained safe, happy and healthy.
For all the misfortunes that dogged him, this felt like a balm over the aches. A reward, a sanctuary. All the bad luck the galaxy had to offer couldnât stop him from choosing everything all over again, just to end up there. Again.
Once the movie was over, he joined you as you lay back on your picnic blanket, lying down opposite to you. The gap in the clearing allowed for an unobstructed view of the night sky. There werenât many clouds in the sky that particular night either, allowing a clearer view of the stars.
For a while, only silence surrounded the pair. But it wasnât uncomfortable. Far from it, actually. It felt peaceful, serene⌠Calm. He wasnât trying to make it through enemy shellings, not rushing about to complete a mission, not constantly battling the nagging voice in his head that often urged him to rage.
Nothing. Nothing but quiet.
Eventually, the silence was broken by the sound of your voice, talking about the stars. But Valerio didnât mind, your voice, despite soft, helped to ground him and prove that this was real. That he was actually here, on ancient Terra. Part of him felt guilt for enjoying the peace and the comfort he had here, especially since many of his brothers back in his time were still fighting, still facing the adversaries of mankind.
Oh, he knew that if he were to wake up in his original timeline the next day, aboard the battle barge, he wouldnât hesitate for even a moment to continue with his duties. His purpose. But once his mind wandered, it kept wandering till it found its way to you, like it often tended to. Would you be upset if he were to leave? It was dangerous, where he was from. He absolutely couldnât risk you coming to harm. Would you be upset if he were to?
He turned his head to the side, looking over at you. Your eyes were turned to the stars, reflecting the millions of twinkling lights in the far-off distance with a bright curiosity that hadnât been tainted by the knowledge of what lay among them. Blissfully unaware. If only you knew of the horrors that lay beyond, ones he had to face before he ended up here. The âgentle giantâ next to you.
You heard the rustling next to you and looked to the side just in time for Valerio to lean over and press a kiss to your forehead. These affectionate gestures were still a bit foreign to him, but he had been growing fond of them with each passing day that he spent with you. Especially at how you reacted, your ramblings about the stars and everything beyond had been brought to a screeching halt. It warmed something in his two hearts as he watched you fumble over your words, trying to find your voice again. It was... endearing.
The only thought on his mind as he settled back down, was how he wouldnât let you come to harm. You didnât need to learn of the horrors. Not when heâd be there to fight them off should any ever threaten even a single strand of hair atop your head. Thus, he began to sate your curiosity about the stars with vague stories and tidbits from his own journeys between the stars. Minus the horrors, of course. Besides, he wasnât really allowed to say much about what Astartes actually did.
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The memory was still fresh in his mind, even months later. Not that he would ever forget, but also because he never wanted to. It was one of the many moments with you that he held close to his hearts as cherished memories, each one precious to him akin to a sacred relic in its own right.
Once your operation had been concluded, he joined you at your bedside, watching over your unconscious form. There werenât any vacant Astartes sized chairs or sitting arrangements available for the time being, so he merely stood close by in the event you awoke and needed to be attended to.
Though, as he watched the rise and fall of your chest, it became clear that it would take you a while before you even stirred. The operation had been taxing and you were still under the effects of anesthesia, as your parents had informed him after talking to one of the female hospital staff in a white uniform that had come to check on you earlier. A nurse, he recalled.
It was fine, he could wait. Valerio wasnât one to rush you. The anesthesia would wear off with time and you'd wake up soon enough. All he could do till then, was wait by your side.
Which was where he felt lucky to be. Â Â
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AwwwwâŚ. What a lovely pair! Valerio will definitely make sure to take care of you and cherish all these small moments. Ending up on Terra certainly was a lucky opportunity for him.
@squishyowl made warhammer legion dividers.
Iâve also used dividers from @saradika-graphics for my stories.
Oooooooh. He's a total sweetheart and a gentle soul. Highkey aiming for him and his bond to be the sweet 'idiots in love' trope.
And thanks a lot for the divider info, really helps a lot as I'm just getting into writing these fics and want to try make them more presentable and fun to go through đŤ

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LUCKY TO BE BY YOUR SIDE
Ship: Valerio (Lamenter OC) x Reader
Genre: Wholesome(?)
Words: 2,507 words.
Note: This is the debut of my first character for the Space Marine Husbandry AU, and a way for me to get back into writing stuff after a long, long time. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any errors beforehand. But yeah, had fun writing it and hope it's just as fun to read. - EbonCha
Misfortune, a simple word really. Two mere syllables. It meant bad luck or an unfortunate event, something harmful or unpleasant that happens by chance. It could happen to anyone, perhaps a bit more to some than others to the extent that they gain an infamous reputation for being cursed with bad luck. Utter grox-shite luck.
Who would know that better than Valerio, especially after all the tragedies he had witnessed firsthand across numerous battlefields. Lived through. Suffered in. Their chapter was known to embody what it meant to be âcursedâ, first in line in terms of adversity. Every single battle brother was well aware of this, from the oldest veterans to the freshly ordained brothers joining the ranks of the warriors clad in yellow ceramite.
There was a time when Valerio didnât believe in such labels, brushing them aside as baseless rumors, back when he was a young marine recruited from a feudal world, he, sadly, could no longer recall. Of course, it didnât take long for the reputation of their chapter to catch up with him. Proving time and time again just how true they were.
Was he proud of his chapter and all they stood for? By the Emperor, yes! Yes, he was. There wasn't a single day during decades of his service where he regretted being part of something so much bigger than himself, surrounded with the comradery of noble warriors he was proud to call brothers. Despite the countless misfortunes tailing them at every turn, he never complained about the poor cards they were dealt, always facing each adversity and loss with utmost honor.
At least not until he met you.
Suddenly being thrown across time and space, Valerio had been more than shocked when he ended up on ancient Terra. At least, ancient by their standards. To say he had a hard time coming to terms with this odd reality would have been an understatement, it took him a few days to even adjust to all the changes. But, once he was more âacceptingâ of his predicament, he tried his best to get along well with the others and be helpful where he could be.
Those at the Astartesâ base he stayed at, near the outskirts of the city, were kind enough to shelter him and teach him about this era. Thus, he offered to assist them where he could, both out of gratitude and to pull his own weight around as much as possible.
During one such tasks, he had been helping deliver some medical equipment and instruments to a hospital, none to his understanding since he wasnât much of an apothecary. That was where he first met you, his charge. His bond, as he had learned from others what it was called.
You were there, standing outside a baseline doctorâs office, shuffling through a bundle of papers in your hands. One eyebrow was raised just the slightest bit, arched in concentration as you went through whatever was on those papers. Perhaps it was because you stood in his path, oblivious that you were blocking him, or it was the fluorescent light bearing down on you like an artificial, white halo, but he found his footsteps halting right before you.
Valerio didnât mean to come off as intimidating, but he hadnât been around long enough to actually learn much of the language people in this era spoke. The brother accompanying him on this little errand was also nowhere near in sight, likely still dealing with his end of the task. Needless to say, he wasnât exactly in a rush either.
Only when you noticed the larger shadow falling over you, did you look up from the papers. Up and up, till your eyes met a pair of honeyed brown orbs. Even now, as he fondly recalled the memory, he still doesnât know just what kind of expression he had on his face then. Whatever it was that made you smile at him that day. But that was the first day he encountered the one who would soon become the most cherished, endeared person to him. One whoâd worm her way past all his melancholy and raise a sanctuary, a peace he never thought heâd find.
â.. and Iâm just a bit worried...â
Your voice reached his ears, slow and soft. You were resting with your back against the headboard, a pillow cushioning the curve of your spine. His head was resting over your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart hidden behind the soft rumble of your voice. He was nearly draped over you like a comfy, weighted blanket. Your description, the first time you had ever cuddled.
The two of you had been discussing random bits of your day, something that had become a routine before bed. It just felt right to hear your voice before falling asleep, even as you blabbered about mundane things he wasnât sure either of you would remember the next day. He simply could end his day without this.
âBut,â your fingers brushed through his honey blonde curls, âitâll be fine. I just know it.â
He hummed in acknowledgement, his voice came out muffled against the fabric of your shirt, earning him a soft giggle. Oh, how he melted every time he heard that fluttery sound.
That evening, your topic of discussion had started with your coffee, then your coworkers, then something you had seen on your way back home, before it turned to your surgery that was due tomorrow.
Valerio didnât fully grasp what it was, too many medical jargons that flew past his head when you had explained to him the reason for your regular hospital visits. But he knew there was something cancerous growing in your lung, and he understood the gravity of the threat it posed. It wasnât like he didnât worry, quite the opposite in fact. It was partly the reason why you both had begun to cuddle in the first place, to soothe his worries and placate his concerns.
He even accompanied you to many of your appointments with the doctor, listening and learning what he could to help take care of you better. Fortunately, it was just at the early stage, something about it being local. It could be handled with surgery, though that was only a minor consolation if any. For his part, Valerio took it upon himself to ensure you were fit for surgery.
He watched over your diet, making sure you ate healthy. He even began keeping garlic and ginger away from your meals a week before surgery, as much as he could, lest they thin out your blood too much. On days you didnât feel like getting out of your bed, he still managed to motivate you to exercise a bit. Even if it meant simply tagging him along for a morning walk. Totally because you needed the âfresh airâ, and definitely not because of the sad, concerned look heâd develop on his face if you turned down his offer.
You had no complaints, of course. It was hard not to appreciate and adore this gentle giant who seemed to dote on you every step of the way.
By the time morning came, Valerio was already up and about as early as the sun, taking care of some minor household tasks that needed to be looked after. Cleanliness was vital for good health. Besides, it was the day of your surgery and he didnât want you to put any unnecessary stress on your body. You needed to be relaxed and at ease as much as possible. For his sake, at least, because he was more than enough worried for the both of you combined.
Even when you were checked into the hospital, he felt this tense knot just below his chest, right above his abdomen. It was a strange feeling, but not an unfamiliar one. It was there whenever he thought about you and your condition. As you lay on the medical berth in your assigned room, talking to your parents who had shown up to support you a while ago, he brushed it off as mere concern for your well-being. Baseline humans were, after all, fragile in comparison to Astartes. Both, physically and biologically. And added to that was this illness that clung to your lung.
Valerio wasnât allowed in the operating room, much to his disappointment, and had to wait outside with your parents accompanying him. They werenât poor company by any means, and he didnât dislike them, but had he been given a choice, he would have jumped at the chance to be by your side as you faced the daunting surgery. But his only consolation was the fact that it was generally done to avoid any foreign particles from entering the body during such a vulnerable state where it could easily be exposed to unchecked microscopic threats. Also, to prevent the risk of unnecessary interference or distraction to the surgeons that were operating on the patient.
Did it make him worry less? No.
To any passerby who might have seen him, he probably looked much the same as usual. Decades of training and indoctrination on self-control and composition didnât just vanish overnight. But, underneath all that dolor poise, his usually organized thoughts were in a disarray, and he found himself constantly thinking about the operation that was being performed just a few doors away.
After tying up the materials used for their makeshift projection screen, Valerio put aside the neatly folded bundle. You had been packing up the few items that youâd brought earlier for your little movie night and stargazing âhangoutâ. He had discovered the spot during one of his fortnightly patrols around the neighbourhood and surrounding area. It was a small clearing, just lying between the outskirts of your neighbourhood and the forest, but surrounded by enough trees to provide a cozy, little spot.
You had brought a handy little projector that was apparently lying around your home from God knows when. One of those things you buy because you might need them, but never do until one, random day where youâre thankful you had it. The movie had been a fun activity, and he knew you had picked a film after much consideration just to make sure heâd enjoy it too. Truly, Valerio hadnât been bored, although, it wasnât the movie that he had been interested in.
It was a good choice, no doubt you had incredible taste, but he just couldnât help his wandering gaze. Your reactions to the scenes playing out on the makeshift screen were entertaining as is. The way your lips cracked into a smile, a muffled laugh, eyes turning into small crescents â all that he had grown exceptionally fond of. Was it a surprise he was so worried over you? Ensuring that you remained safe, happy and healthy.
For all the misfortunes that dogged him, this felt like a balm over the aches. A reward, a sanctuary. All the bad luck the galaxy had to offer couldnât stop him from choosing everything all over again, just to end up there. Again.
Once the movie was over, he joined you as you lay back on your picnic blanket, lying down opposite to you. The gap in the clearing allowed for an unobstructed view of the night sky. There werenât many clouds in the sky that particular night either, allowing a clearer view of the stars.
For a while, only silence surrounded the pair. But it wasnât uncomfortable. Far from it, actually. It felt peaceful, serene⌠Calm. He wasnât trying to make it through enemy shellings, not rushing about to complete a mission, not constantly battling the nagging voice in his head that often urged him to rage.
Nothing. Nothing but quiet.
Eventually, the silence was broken by the sound of your voice, talking about the stars. But Valerio didnât mind, your voice, despite soft, helped to ground him and prove that this was real. That he was actually here, on ancient Terra. Part of him felt guilt for enjoying the peace and the comfort he had here, especially since many of his brothers back in his time were still fighting, still facing the adversaries of mankind.
Oh, he knew that if he were to wake up in his original timeline the next day, aboard the battle barge, he wouldnât hesitate for even a moment to continue with his duties. His purpose. But once his mind wandered, it kept wandering till it found its way to you, like it often tended to. Would you be upset if he were to leave? It was dangerous, where he was from. He absolutely couldnât risk you coming to harm. Would you be upset if he were to?
He turned his head to the side, looking over at you. Your eyes were turned to the stars, reflecting the millions of twinkling lights in the far-off distance with a bright curiosity that hadnât been tainted by the knowledge of what lay among them. Blissfully unaware. If only you knew of the horrors that lay beyond, ones he had to face before he ended up here. The âgentle giantâ next to you.
You heard the rustling next to you and looked to the side just in time for Valerio to lean over and press a kiss to your forehead. These affectionate gestures were still a bit foreign to him, but he had been growing fond of them with each passing day that he spent with you. Especially at how you reacted, your ramblings about the stars and everything beyond had been brought to a screeching halt. It warmed something in his two hearts as he watched you fumble over your words, trying to find your voice again. It was... endearing.
The only thought on his mind as he settled back down, was how he wouldnât let you come to harm. You didnât need to learn of the horrors. Not when heâd be there to fight them off should any ever threaten even a single strand of hair atop your head. Thus, he began to sate your curiosity about the stars with vague stories and tidbits from his own journeys between the stars. Minus the horrors, of course. Besides, he wasnât really allowed to say much about what Astartes actually did.
The memory was still fresh in his mind, even months later. Not that he would ever forget, but also because he never wanted to. It was one of the many moments with you that he held close to his hearts as cherished memories, each one precious to him akin to a sacred relic in its own right.
Once your operation had been concluded, he joined you at your bedside, watching over your unconscious form. There werenât any vacant Astartes sized chairs or sitting arrangements available for the time being, so he merely stood close by in the event you awoke and needed to be attended to.
Though, as he watched the rise and fall of your chest, it became clear that it would take you a while before you even stirred. The operation had been taxing and you were still under the effects of anesthesia, as your parents had informed him after talking to one of the female hospital staff in a white uniform that had come to check on you earlier. A nurse, he recalled.
It was fine, he could wait. Valerio wasnât one to rush you. The anesthesia would wear off with time and you'd wake up soon enough. All he could do till then, was wait by your side.
Which was where he felt lucky to be. Â Â
Aight, working on a fic to step feet first into the Space Marine Husbandry side of the fandom.
I happened to run into an issue where I'm not sure what to name this Lamenter OC.
I suck at names, and most of the names I could think of, hardly seemed to do any justice to a son of Sanguinius. You know, with the whole 'lamenting, mourning, melancholy' yet sassy and honorable to speak. One that goes all that 'I may be depressed, but aesthetically and in a classy manner'.
I'm still on the hunt for names. And I hope this turns out well.
Would appreciate any help on how to come up with a name or suggestions for some. Thanks!
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Okai, so, I've come across a lot of Space Marine Husbandry AUs. It's an entertaining and amusing idea to imagine hardened warriors from a Grim Dark future to be isekai'd into an era where people just casually do whatever would most certainly be considered illegal in their own time.
But, imagine, how they'd have reacted to the Area 51 mess. There were memes, conspiracy theorists, merch, protests and rallies.
Imagine, being trained as a child, then undergoing severe body and gene modifications, spending your whole life fighting xenos in order to protect humanity from their threat.
Then you get thrown across time and space, only to land up on Ancient Terra, just to witness this mess. Smh đđđ
(Lowkey has potential for a fic or a oneshot.)
So, I was thinking, just thinking.
.
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What about a (netflix) castlevania/castlevania: nocturne x JJK fanfic.
Since I'm into both fandoms, I was just pondering about all the possibilities and routes a fanfic like this can take. (Since I hopefully tried finding some, but couldn't find any.)
(This is either gonna become a great idea, or it will be absolutely cringe/hate worthy)
I thought of this because I've been reading a lot of JJK and Castlevania fanfics and all, and couldn't help but wonder how some characters would fare into another universe.
Or some 'x reader!' where the reader is based off of one of these characters and isekai'd into another universe.
Not only would it be the classic 'thrown back in time, centuries ago', but also in a completely different environment where the reader will realize that threats to humanity comes in all shapes and sizes, no matter the time or universe.
I still have to think about and flesh out a lot of ideas about the actual plot and how to combine the two to make sure certain characters don't feel too overpowered and tip the scales too much. Honestly one-sided, plot armor isn't as fun to read.
Listen. Idgaf if yâall think AluMaria is âcanonâ in the games. Itâs weird asf wanting them to be together in the show.
Sheâs 16 which is younger than how she was in SOTN
Alucard saw Ritcher and Annette who are 19 year olds as kids. Howâs he gonna see Maria as? A damn newborn,
This isnât relevant but they didnât even have much screen time together. Maria spent most of her time with Juste
Iâm pretty sure sheâll have a villain arc or something like that
Maria doesnât need a love interest. She needs to recover from the trauma of losing her mother. That girl needs a family not a boyfriend(especially when itâs a grown man).
Even if there is a time skip in season 3. Itâs still weird because he stayed behind with Maria and Juste in season 2, so he practically watched her grow up. And Show Alucard doesnât seem like someone who would develop feelings for someone he knew when they were 16. Not even sure Netflix would go down that route.
So please for the love of God. Stop making Alucard look like a creep đđž
Iâd really like them to be friends tho or have a mentor/student relationship since they relate to each other.
Agreed.
Also, like I really hope they give her a villain arc though. It'd be fun to watch cause her character has already shown the cracks in season 2. Hope they explore it further in season 3.
A parallel between Alucard and her would be interesting in this manner.
Like in the OG castlevania series (after the Sumi Taka incident) and how he briefly developed a whole depressive mindset, and grew wary of others.
But in the end, he had his people and didn't stray from his path.
However, unlike him, Maria cracks further and goes into a full blown villain arc or something.
It would be pretty interesting to see since in their situation, they've both kinda been dealt the same type of cards.
But while one managed to overcome it, the other cracks further and goes awry.
I just think that would be neat, you know. But who knows, maybe her mother will have a villain arc instead with how that evil spirit was hovering over her towards the end. (Foreshadowing, maybe?)

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