A lot of stuff....

Lion El’Jonson - I

This is not a duty he expected to have to perform, nor is it one he was interested in - but he isn’t stupid. He’s seen and understood life among the nobles and court, and if this is what father expects of him so be it. 

His expectations of you are very high, if you’re to be shared property between every primarch you had best be fit for the duty, but in turn he treats you well and defends you from all angles of attack, even his brothers if he deems their actions unfit. 

That is to say though, if you get him to properly warm up to you over time then you can expect him to make sure he’s setting aside time to properly indulge you. You go from getting princess and her stoic knight treatment to queen and her ravenous champion treatment. 

He absolutely ends up in a heated rivalry with Leman for marking and scenting you.

Fulgrim - III

He’s got wife experience, but he’s never been one to share… So he’ll just have to be the best of the bunch to earn your favour.

Very big on monopolising your time, lavishing you with expensive gifts and outings amongst the stars. Every week scheduled with you is packed with perfection, he even coaches his sons who are more than confused by the arrangement to  act perfectly towards you.

It becomes a mission to woo you and win your affection as the best husband that the whole legion gets involved in, always praising their father around you, acting beyond courteous how they never would with a baseline prior. 

Asks you questions about your time with the other primarchs, not to spy on them but to garner information on who your favourites are and what they’ve been doing with you so he can assuredly be the best.

He ends up becoming your go to when you need someone to gossip with and have a ‘girls night’, and is the best to go to for pampering and spoiling in luxury.

Perturabo - IV

Fantastic, another useless and demeaning task to attend to.

A wife.

As if his valuable time could not be better spent anywhere else.

He views the whole thing as a nightmare he has to endure, and has no problem letting you know this and gritting his teeth about the whole thing…. right up until you end up showing an actual interest in his work and life. 

This is… tolerable from you. 

Eventually he ends up winding your approval to be sort of the Emperor’s approval since you’ve been assigned by him, and this makes it acceptable to win you over with romantic gestures - or something along that line of mental gymnastics he has to placate himself with in order to justify the fact he’s beginning to like you.

He winds up making you beautiful and intricate things like music boxes and carved mirrors just to watch your face light up and becomes exceptionally moody when it’s not his wife time, and heaven help the poor soul who brings up you’re with Dorn right now.

Jaghatai Khan - V

He’s more used to the idea of one man being tended to by multiple women, but he supposes that cultures vary among the galaxy, and wonders if it was an idea from his father’s heritage he’ll never know.

Pretty open minded going into it, and if you go with his flow you’ll end up having a great time and the freedom to do what you like under his care.

Surprisingly slows down to get to know you properly, and wants to actually understand you as a person first. This leads to some thoughtful dates that tend to be centred around talking together, like stargazing, teaching you to ride a horse etc.

He’s actually the first among his brothers to suggest sharing time together, and organises for a lunch between you, himself and Magnus - which ends up being a great success.

Leman Russ - VI

Things in the pack are often communal, not so much mates but he’s not overly concerned as long as you can keep up with him and whatever activity he has planned.

Definitely one to annoy his brothers the most by making sure you’re thoroughly scented by him - that is to say, went back reeking of dog.

In the same vein as Fulgrim it's treated as a competition rather than shared duty, so prepare for the pelts of giant beasts hunted in your honour and trinkets of conquered worlds. Constantly boasts about how he must be your favourite (whether its true or not) and is very vocal about everything he does with you.

The rivalry with Lion is a sore point and if anyone asks he has definitely not begged Guilliman to schedule it so he has you right before Lion’s turn. Definitely not. 

Rogal Dorn - VII

What did anyone expect him to do with this… wife?

He isn’t sure and his communication requests for clarification went unanswered repeatedly, and there was no direct meeting between himself and his father before his ‘turn’ came, and he figures that the best plan of action is to play it safe.

Ensure you are fed, kept at a comfortable ambient temperature, and that no harm comes to you.

Perhaps, perhaps he will arrange a meeting with you. 

Just to meet you, of course. It would be vastly unbecoming if he could not pick out his wife in a line up, let alone a crowd. 

He’s very awkward and uncertain in the meeting but he finds himself liking your company and endeavours to spend more time with you. It didn’t go as badly as he’d have thought but he would still like a manual or instruction set.

Perhaps he should ask Guilliman if he’s written one for you yet.

Konrad Curze - VIII

The first time you meet he tries his hardest to scare you off - greeting you by jumping down from the ceiling, keeping you in almost complete darkness and then his attempt at the most miserable tarot reading session. 

Until every card draws good fortune and a closening bond.

He draws the deck again - same result.

Then cleanses the cards. Then burns them. And the deck after.

He’d have kept going if you hadn’t started telling him off, but the shock of it just made him stop (and Sevetar throw a fit), and then you just stayed. 

You stayed by his miserable side and when he found he did not detest your company, you suddenly had quite the clingy bat who was always reluctant and cagey to let you leave when his time with you is up.

It does cause a few issues when you start getting a large shadow stalking you and odd ‘gifts’ during your time with other primarchs, but he cheers up when you see him next.

Sanguinius - IX

Sanguinius is definitely the most nervous of everyone.

From his son’s affliction that could most certainly hurt you, to his feelings about his wings setting him apart and position within society, having someone else get close to him in such a manner that isn’t a brother, isn’t a primarch like him is an anxious affair that he has to smother under the smile of an angel.

So he plays the part he’s meant to play, perfect dates, garden walks, gifted finery and perfumes that cost more than some planets but the whole time he is internally a nervous wreck. His heart pounds and jitters, and when his brothers see him like that they think it’s because he’s fallen for you deeply.

Then it happens, you come in close to embrace him and his panic lurches for the briefest moment before he can control it and wings flare in response - smacking you across the face. He recoils in horror and has to lunge to catch you as the sheer force of the blow sends you flying, but to his utter shock and dismay you’re giggling. 

He’s just hit you and you’re laughing?

Apothecaries are called with his fear increasing as you’re bent double in hysterics, looking at him adoringly and holding yourself up on him as his dismay only grows for the clearly severe brain damage he has caused.

“You know, you don’t have to be perfect for me? This is my perfect.”

He’s not convinced, if anything he’s more convinced of serious injury, but once you’re cleared by the apothecaries you finally manage to corner him alone and convince him that the real him is enough for you. 

It’s a long road to relearning each other but it makes you all the closer.

Ferrus Manus - X

He doesn't particularly care about the matter either way, but he just doesn’t get the point. Maybe for some of his more flamboyant brothers you would be a nice shared reward, but there was no need to get everyone involved - he had precisely zero interest in the affair.

Until Fulgrim decides to get involved, because he refuses to let his favourite brother fall to the bottom of the hypothetical list of your favourites. 

So you end up with set up dates between the two of you, not anywhere near as grand as the ones between yourself and Fulgrim, but gorgeous none the less. They’re entirely awkward until one dinner where Ferrus is roughly stabbing at his food as you try to tentatively question him.

“I’d rather be in my workshop than here.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Queue Ferrus rebooting.

What?

In a sort of stunned daze he takes you, and you both end up having an enjoyable time in his workshop while he teaches you the basics and you get to actually be hands on and have fun rather than just simply being doted on. 

Angron - XII

It is his belief that this is the stupidest idea his father has ever had. He might quite possibly be right, which is saying something.

Your first meeting is pretty disastrous, because in comparison to him, you are a pretty, breakable, little thing that he is under explicit orders not to break. It makes him consistently perturbed when you try and get close to him and he finds excuse after excuse to keep you far away from him and even further from his sons.

But you are nothing if not persistent.

Managing to eventually corner him vaguely alone is a monumental challenge to be applauded for, but even harder is the part that comes next - showing him that its worth it to be part of his life. Proving to him that the good is worth the agony of resistance.

If you manage to do so you’ll find yourself loved not delicately, like a glass ready to shatter, but wholeheartedly, where he will hold you crushingly close to his heart because he cannot bare to lose you.

Roboute Guilliman - XIII

In the meeting where they are told he reacts very practically, ever ready to organise and mediate such things, and immediately offers to schedule for everyone taking into account ground based missions, time on Terra, campaigning and much more.

Initially this is as a purely logistical exercise, but after a few relaxing dates where he genuinely enjoys himself with you he ends up rescheduling to have the most time with you and no one ever suspects him of this. 

He also ends up setting the most fantastic time with you, having anticipated your needs based on the brothers before and after him as to whether you need a relaxing spa retreat and time lounging in his arms or if you’d prefer something with intimate romance or wild adventure. With the sheer number of planets under his jurisdiction also he is both capable and willing to indulge your whims when it comes to acquiring things from far and wide to your taste.

Mortarion - XIV

His own loathing makes the idea utterly repulsive - you’re telling him that one month you’ll be cared for by Sanguinius and his perfect angels then the next you’ll be stuck with him?

What a wretched fate you’ve landed yourself to be torn apart between hounds and hellions.

He steels his resolve to do the utter bare minimum required of him and leave you to his brothers - except every time he meets you he falls for you more and more. The smallness and softness of you compared to him, the way you are actually meant to be his (in part at least), that you are a gift of recognition from his father. 

You are sweet where he is bitter.

It makes him clam up and becomes nervous to think about, because he’s treated you coldly until now, but he tries doing little things for you that he hopes you notice. Things to make your rooms more comfortable, to make your stay nicer, even a bouquet of flowers in your room for your arrival after he spent hours working up the nerve to do so.

Magnus the Red - XV

He’s intrigued by the prospect, and initially spends a lot of time before meeting you researching, which brings him down a rabbit hole of reading into different courtships across the galaxy and wondering which would be the most effective. Then he spends time grilling each of his brothers on which technique they’ll be using to varying degrees of success - but mostly failure.

This leads him to the idea that he should just try as many as he can to observe and record your reaction to them. 

It ends up being really funny and enjoyable watching him try out different things with you and performing various mating rituals. Your favourite is when he did a ‘mating dance’ in a revealing outfit to outline his muscles and tried to get Sanguinius to join in, much to his horror.

Horus Lupercal - XVI

It’s not quite the political marriage he had in mind, but he’s not one to squander or fail to adapt to the circumstance at hand - he’ll show his ‘younger’ brothers how it’s done and make sure your standards are higher than his ego is large.

Grandeur is the name of the game, and it's his time to effortlessly prove why of all your husbands he is named the Warmaster. Meticulously planned displays of wealth, declarations of love and live demonstrations of his sheer strength designed to prove he’s a set about the rest.

The Mournival also gets involved, under strict orders to uphold the highest of standards across the board and make sure every Luna Wolf is obeying also, plus, they make great messenger boys for his never ending supply of gifts, letters and treats while you’re away from him in order to remind you while you’re parted.

Guilliman’s best laid plans are occasionally waylaid as he abuses his power to send his brothers away to different battles and areas of the campaign when he feels threatened and wants to disrupt your plans with them.

Lorgar Aurelian - XVII

He believes you to be utterly divine - quite literally a wife sent for him from God.

You have a temple and several pieces of literature before you’ve ever met and every member of his legion is briefed on how they should behave towards you far in advance. 

By and far the most overwhelming experience when people stop to kneel, pray and praise you every time you even so much as walk down a corridor, but it’s something you learn to take in stride as he treats you like a goddess made flesh.

Every time you meet is an escalation of behavior, where you come back and he’s had a palanquin constructed so that your feet might never need to touch the floor again in his care, or if you prefer, he will drop everything to carry you around - in fact he’d like it much better that way.

He tries to convince his brothers of this divine truth to limited effect, but quite a few take to the idea of carrying you around more often.

Vulkan - XVIII

The Lord of the Drakes is quite possibly the most relaxed about the whole situation, deciding to become a safe space for you to relax and unwind. Figuring his brothers would all be going overboard and the best thing to be for you would be calm and simple.

He teaches you about Nocturne's culture and listens to you in turn, becoming a confidential shoulder to lean on when you need to rant about the stupid things the other primarch would do from time to time, or if you just needed space from the galaxy at large - he was there for you. Based on this he’s also the first to nudge some of his brothers in the right direction when desperately needed.

This isn’t to say he doesn’t win you over in his own, less showy, way too. He’ll give you phenomenally crafted gifts but behind closed doors and he’ll take care of your every need without having to compete because he’s secure in himself beside you.

Corvus Corax - XIX

He spends a long time observing you from the shadows to pass his judgement on you long before you’re ever scheduled to meet, and is quite impartial and impassive towards you to start. There is trust in his father’s judgement, but hesitation in the execution - this reward was not something he asked for or wanted, but rather imposed upon him and his seclusion.

This means it ends up being his sons and serfs you interact with first, and seeing how you treat people when supposedly no one is watching is what ends up endearing you to him. You have status and power, yet you don’t exploit it. It was a rarity in this galaxy and he intended to treasure it, which is why you start receiving treasures in turn. 

And also why you sometimes go missing from your time with other primarchs - causing mass panic every single time. He just needs to steal you away to a little nest sometimes, is that such a crime? Yes, yes it is, if you as Konrad at least.

Alpharius/Omegon - X

What a wonderful idea!

They’ve just been hand gifted the perfect, if incidental, spy into their brother’s personal lives and legions.

Every gift has a listening device, every meeting an ulterior motive, but to you it simply feels as though he’s very attentive and caring to every detail of your life.

Slowly but surely though, they each start falling for you and it becomes the messiest dynamic when each brother thinks the opposite and that they have to hide their feelings from each other for the first time. It actually causes one of them to slip up for the first time and have an emergency crisis meeting to ‘manage expectations’ towards you, which is actually code for planning multiple ways to remove you from their brothers with body doubles, fake deaths and more until they find a way to make you theirs and theirs alone.

Bonus: The Emperor

He demands scheduled time with you, and everyone thinks it’s a tactical move where you report back to him but in reality he was made to be a girl dad and that’s the real reason he gave his sons a wife. Sure there’s gossip, but that’s just because he knows all the best tea - not you, oh the perks of telepathy.

You took another step back, murmurs from his sons that were watching the scene.

"It's too early..." spoked Raldoron. "Maybe we can take smaller jump?"

"No." Said with certantly the Angel. "She can do it. It's in her blood."

He moved just belowe the platform, his arms and wings wide open, looking at you like looking at a star.

"My dear, I swear to you it will be fine!"

"N-no! It's too high!"

"I swear, I'll be here to catch you!"

"I can't! I said I can't! I'll die!"

"You won't! Never under my gaze! Here!"

You looked down, to his gentle smile and his loving arms. You gulped, you didn't know where you found the strength but you took a step forward to the edge, a gulf of air touched your face and some feathers.

You trembled, the human side of you screaming to get back and to gave up! And the side that gaved you wings begged you to gave it a chance, to gave HIM a chance.

You close you eyes,you holded your breath and took another step forward and the platform was gone.

Gasp and curses, boots that moved and a fast and erratic move of wings.

You flapped your wing with all you got, the fast air moved against you and cutted your face, you were fast too fast!

You wanted to stop and beg, instead you kept on fighting the pressure, the strenght of the air, the fall!

And then you felt...slow down, slightly, easily, each clap gaved a jump and a bump in the air.

And then arms, his arms.

Sanguinius holded you with a smile that could had outshined the sun and when yoi opened your eyes he was there for you, in excitement and pride.

"I...I did it?"

"You did! It was a start and you did it!"

You looked around, the blood angels clapping in a shared moment of happiness. The most courageous ones screamed and complimented you, all while you still trembled in his arms.

"I...I DID!" You finally exhaled, hugging your prince back.

You did it. You flied.

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You were completely passed out, exhausted to the point that in the instant you touched the bed you were already fast asleep.

He had to gently stop the serf to wake you up to prepare you for the night, the image of your sleeping form, with your wings covering you up like a soft blanket, it was just too precious to ruin it. He would had allowed it, today it was a spacial day.

He had grown to love how you sleeped, the way your lips moved, how you stirred in your sleeps, the small sigh you made, all was just too adorable. You had troubles in sleeping on your back, he planned to explain to you how to fix the pillows and the covers and how to move your wings so you won't damage the feathers.

You were lucky in a certain way, he had to learn everything by himself. Sleeping, how to clean his wings, how to fly... Everbody mistaken that the idea that he had just started to fly all of a sudden, no one knew about the terrifying fall he had done in the sand. Only you could understand that...

His hand caressed your head, a smile grow on his lips when he remembered the first time you opened them and saw him.

Confused, afraid, shocked...embarassed...everything was moving behind your eyes and he knew that it was absolutely normal. After all, it wasn't an everyday thing to wake up and found yourself in the bed of one of the Primarchs! Especially the one that you had admired and loved.

He giggled remembering how embarassed you looked when he mentioned your book, the tome full of image of him, newspaper clippings, posters and everything that could have been even the slightest mention of him. You looked like a child found stealing, but he was everything but embarassed!

"...You...You don't...mind?"

"No! No no! On the contrary! I'm quite flattered! Yet, you must know everything about me but I know so little about you!"

Your start was akward, attentive, trying everything to not make a bad impression on the man you had always admired and he loved it. And he was fighting with every inchbof his strenght to not fall on his knees and confess his total devotion, about his visions of your future together, about his love for a creature that he had merely knew.

He disbtold the truth, he confessed about his power, that he had searched for you!... He had just omitted the part that would had showed the beast in your eyes.

He was orrified when he had saw how your poor back has been reduced, the amount of scarring tissue that overlapped and your flesh wounds. He wanted to blame someone, but he couldn't blame the love of a family when they do what they can to protect each other. Humans weren't so accepting on mutants, they revered him because he was the son of the Emperor, but you? A nobody could had never been accepted. He didn't blamed them...

The apothecaries believed that they could remove the scars and substitute it implant, trying to gave it a new look to be less damaged. They also believed that, aftervyour description, your wings were practically untouched.

...ah...his sons...

He had his fears. He was worried about how his sons would take your presence between them at his side, of they would accept you or hunt you down fearing for his safety.

He made sure that his trusted sons would meet you firstly: to Raldoron, that looked at you and glimpsed a kind smile, and to his Sanguinary guards, that immediately shared the one objective to defend you as they would defend their father. Azkaellon was...an hard choice, his devotion to him was clearly an obstacle for your union.

He presented you to his legion with the help of the veterans that had planted the seeds and the questions in their younger brother, especially because he needed time. He wanted you to appear like the angel he knew you were,like you were meant to belong with them,with your wings fully grown and ready to soar.

How adorable you were while you were crying those happy tears, surrounded by the salutations of his sons and their desire to meet you. Throne, even Azkaellon had grown to like you, maling sure that none of his brother would take too much of your time.

His hand grazed your soft feather , admiring how radiant you were. White as snow as him, yet they reached a soft peachy tone to the end, the color of the sky if Baal when the sun star to set on the horizon. Even there you were meant to be at his side.

You stirred in your sleep, like feeling his love and adoration radiating through him. Were you dream of him? Of your life together? Of what the future waited for you? Your lips parted, a small sigh, a whisper in your throat and the words came out!

".....un....cl...e..."

....Oh....You were still remembering them?

His hand flinched,he closed it trying to control it but the tremor became more visible.

My lord, we are surprised and flattered by your presence in our humble home. But you are asking too much for us!

He had to sit down, a hand on his forehead, trying to make those moments lock again in the back of his mind.

We would need those money, yes, but...it's what is left of my sister! I cannot part with her!

He coughed, he immediately darted to the amphora filled soth wine. He took a good gulp, ignoring the goblets and staining his vests with some drops of the red liquid.

She's like a daughter to me, to us. We will not just...sell her! I'm sorry, please, be understandable...

He understood that he just wanted to have you, to free you from those painfull sessions, to allowing you to be free! And what have they done in all that time?! Holding you down, cutting, scrapping down, forcing yoi to behave.

...No, no no they had no other choice. Other would had killed you, they did what they could...

They could had just let you go, allowing him to make their life easy! They were proud and far too kind to just sell you, to do what everyone would have done and forget about you.

It was a necessary evil...one that painfully hurted you.

When you asked about your family, where they were, if you could talk to them...

"We couldn't save them...some burglars,riders maybe...when we arrive they were already..."

He lied, he holded you when you cried for his lies, allowing the murder of your family to embrace you and console you.

He celebrated a small ceremony, somwthing that would allow you to say goodbye, one to allow him to beg forgiveness for what he had done.

"It was for the best...yes, it was gor the best...they would let you stay in that room to suffer...yes, they were guilty just as me..."

He whispered to himself, trying to believe his own lies. He turned to you, to your sleeping form , the one creature that was worth enough to condamn him to damnation.

“I just want to show you how much I love you... to show to the hole world that our love can be real..."

He said, feeling the tears starting to cross his perfect cheeks.

"You have no idea of what you did to me..."

Lion El'Jonson For Lion, it is a wound to his pride, and one that he is going to take some time to recover from. However, he still praises you and is very grateful for your ingenuity and for the fact that you risked your - much more fragile than his - life to save his. He may not throw you a big celebration, but his quiet acceptance of the fact that you are much stronger than he thought you were will linger in your daily life for years to come.

Fulgrim Fulgrim is tricky. On one hand, he is elated that you have shown such progress. On the other, he is embarrassed that he has been seen in such a humiliating situation. Honestly, he is off to find some quiet time and may even seclude himself from you after the rescue. But once it is done, he will come up with some way to show his appreciation. And worry not, it will be as perfect as it could possibly be.

Perturabo Perturabo is probably the worst of them. He already perceives the kidnapping and torture attempt as a huge slight against him, and having you save him, no matter how valiant you are, is simply adding insult to injury. He will be grumpy, not even thankful, at least for the first few days. After that, he will reluctantly say that yes, you did an admirable job of saving him.

Jaghatai Khan Khan laughs. He always knew you possessed a fighter's spirit, but now he has a chance to bear witness to it. And what a spectacle it is. You are a fury reborn, crushing those who dared to cage him and taking no prisoners. He will make sure to write about your valor once the danger has passed, after he has rushed you away, of course.

Leman Russ Leman's pride is hurt, but seeing you charging in, probably leading a band of his sons, just makes him love you more. Truly, you are a soul that completes his own. After the battle - short and bloody - the first thing he does is pepper you with kisses and sing praises. And after that, there will be a feast of feast on Fenris - all in your honor.

Rogal Dorn Dorn's bastion has been breached, and he has been taken hostage. Moreover, he is a torture victim. So when he sees his sons, led by you, breaking through the wall that he knew was structurally unsound, he smiles. Even with his bruised face, he smiles. He taught you well, and now you are about to show his captors exactly why good fortifications are of the utmost importance.

Konrad Curze Konrad is pissed. Not at you, but at the situation and at himself. Once he sees you, he barks at you to release him so he can have his fill of blood and flesh. If you ignore him, he will sulk for days afterward. But he will still bring you something questionable as a present. If you do let him loose, well, you will know exactly who you just freed.

Sanguinius The first part of saving the great angel is reining his sons in because they are ready to charge without a plan or care. The second part is reining them in once again when you breach the inner chamber and see Sanguinius beaten and bruised. Yet you manage both tasks admirably. And now you have your angel lying in bed, ready to be taken care of by you. Did he foresee it?

Ferrus Manus Holding Gorgon down is not an easy feat. Beating him up is even harder. He does not give his assailants a moment of peace, and that gives you an opportunity to strike from behind. Everything is over in an instant, and then he finally breaks free and stops because he sees you. In that moment, he is weaker than he was before. Your flesh was stronger than his steel.

Angron For Angron, being a captive is another layer of cruelty. It brings him back to a situation he thought he had escaped long ago, but now he is back where he was, exactly as helpless as before. Then he sees you charging in to save him. For the moment, everything goes quiet. And next he sees you dealing with everything in the room. The world is full of sounds and lights again, but they shine upon you and you alone.

Roboute Guilliman For once, there were no contingency plans for Roboute, so he was captured. However, despite the lack of a contingency plan, you charged in like a cavalry officer with his sons, quickly dispatching his assailants. Well, apparently everyone in the room needed to learn that underestimating you is a bad idea, including Roboute himself.

Mortarion While Mortarion does not take well to being captured, he knows he can endure. No matter what they throw at him, his foster father has probably done much worse. Yet he is surprised to see the room filling with a gas he knows he can tolerate but others cannot. Once all the assailants are on the floor, the door opens and you step in. He can tell it is you even with the mask. Just look at you, using his methods. Truly, you are his match.

Magnus the Red Holding Magnus captive is more of a psychic than a physical task. So they surround him with Blanks, which causes him great pain, but they did not count on you bringing a big old hammer to this fight. After all, magic is magic, but ten pounds of metal to the face is still ten pounds of metal to the face. After the daring, if somewhat rudimentary, rescue, you will have the great honor of taking care of your Red King and hearing his slightly feverish words of thanks directed toward you and you alone.

Horus Lupercal Horus is beyond embarrassed at seeing you and the Mournival charging in to save him, yet it still fills him with pride. Yes, you are truly worthy of him. He will, however, try never to mention that. At least not in public. In private, that is an entirely different matter.

Lorgar Aurelian Lorgar is humbled and inspired. This is proof that you truly are a saint sent into his life to light the way and always support him. Dear one, once you dispatch those miscreants, he will be sure to fall to his knees and whisper words of vehement prayer toward you, despite this being neither the time nor the place. But even if you manage to avoid the worship in the moment, prepare for it to happen at the altar once the two of you are safely out of here.

Vulkan Vulkan is beyond worried. Even beaten and tortured to the point of near death, he is worried that you are going to be hurt. And that alone gives him the strength to break free and absolutely decimate everyone in the room, all to ensure that you do not get hurt.

Corvus Corax The fact that someone managed to get ahold of Corvus, let alone capture him, is bewildering. But they may have captured the shadow, yet they are not as good at hiding it, because you and his sons were able to find him within a matter of days and are now planning the stealthy rescue operation. The kidnappers will not know what hit them, but Corvus will always know that it was you who saved him.

Alpharius Omegon How someone managed to get ahold of either Alpharius or Omegon is a mystery. But if someone got hold of the two of them, that would be a miracle. What is less of a miracle is that you are arriving as a cavalry force with a dozen lookalikes, each claiming to be the real one. So now the kidnapper is confused, and you have the element of surprise. Do not waste it, because then you will be handsomely rewarded, after the rescue mission, of course.

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Not shouting this time. Also, most likely not expecting a response. Taliesin quickened his step. The sooner they left this narrow pass behind, the sooner he could find you shelter. 

A muffled shriek. Arms locked tight around his head. 

“Taliesin!”

He stopped and repeated his earlier question. “Are you all right, Little-?”

“Don’t lurch forward like that! I almost fell!”

He twisted his head as far as he was able, catching the barest glimpse of your hip and torso. “Apologies. Perhaps this was not the most inspired idea.”

Your arms remained around his head, but now he felt the extra weight of you resting your cheek atop them. “Let’s just keep going. Please.”

“Little Cat?”

“What?!”

“I will be able to move faster with the use of my eyes.”

“... oh.”

Your hands moved from his face. This time your fingers found purchase in his sodden hair. 

Oh. That is… an interesting sensation.

“You may keep doing that if it provides additional stability.”

“Please just keep walking. Or running. Running would be better.”

You sound miserable.

A surge of concern washed through him. He needed to find you shelter. Preferably somewhere warm and dry. Soon.

“Hold on.”

“I am- woah!”

The grinding noise of his armor servos made Taliesin grit his teeth as he jogged through the flooded pass. Already the plate felt heavier than it should. If it sustained much more damage, he might have to remove select pieces. Never an easy task without the aid of at least one techpriest and a full team of Armory serfs. 

He sent a quick nonverbal request to the armor’s machine spirit.

Please, remain functional until I find a safer location.

Then he heard you cough.

***

Too hot.

You awoke to the feeling of being stifled, your cheek pressed against something hard, your neck bent at an odd angle. You tried to shift away.

I can’t move.

Your eyes few open to be met by a solid wall of darkness. Somewhere nearby water dripped and rushed. A peal of thunder rattled your teeth in your skull. And bands of what felt like solid metal held your limbs immobile. 

Panic.

Let me go, let me go, LET ME-

“Easy, Little Cat.”

The voice drained every drop of terror away. You blinked. Just when your eyes finally began to adjust to the darkness a bright flash of lightning turned everything white. You jumped, the crown of your head bashing against what you could only assume was Taliesin’s armor.

Opening your mouth to cry out resulted in a prolonged coughing fit.

Throne, it feels like my lungs are trying to tear free!

An armored hand spanned the entirety of your back. It rubbed awkward circles, bumping painfully over the ridges of your spine and shoulder blades, until the coughing stopped.

“Breathe. Just breathe.”

He sounds….

Not afraid. Surely not. Concerned? Unsure? You couldn’t place the exact emotion in his deep voice. The arms locked around you tightened uncomfortably.

“T-Taliesin?”

“Yes?”

“Too… tight…!”

“Ah.” The grasp loosened. “Forgive me. Better?”

You were still too hot. And yet, somehow, you couldn’t seem to stop shivering. 

“Where… are we?”

“A cave. I discovered it carved into the wall of the pass, presumably by intelligent hands. Rough steps led up to its entrance.”

As soon as you could make out shades of grey, you swiveled your head. The cavern ceiling looked to be about six feet above the floor. You couldn’t see past Taliesin’s bulk to tell how deep it ran. In the lightning flashes, you saw that the Angel of the Emperor was on his knees and still bent nearly double, pauldrons curved inward. What you could see of his face looked….

You snickered in spite of yourself, barely managing to avoid another coughing fit.

“What is so amusing?”

“You look… comfortable.”

A sigh. “I assure you I am not.”

A pang of guilt cut through your amusement. 

I’m being a burden. 

“You could have kept going.” 

His golden eyes found yours. “Your temperature was rising beyond what is normal for healthy mortals.”

You set your jaw, trying and failing to control your body’s shivers. “I would have been fine!”

“I will not risk your health.”

Something in the way he said it filled you with a whole different kind of warmth. You grabbed hold of the feeling, crushed it, and locked it deep, deep down inside you. 

Do not think it. Do not feel it. Do not acknowledge its existence. 

“Little Cat? Your heart rate is rising.”

“I’m fine.” You refused to look at his golden eyes again. “Just tired.”

“Sleep, then. We will move when the weather becomes less hostile.”

You closed your eyes. And tried very hard to convince yourself you hadn’t heard his last, almost whispered, words.

“Please do not fall ill. I cannot… please.”

***

The storm passed.

You did not wake.

Taliesin tried. He called your name, or at least the name by which he knew you. He gripped your shoulder, carefully, and jostled you. He called louder.

You shivered. You coughed. You even let out a tiny, mewling noise that made his hearts stutter in his chest for some reason. 

But your eyes did not open.

Taliesin was an Astartes. A Space Marine. He knew no fear.

Or so he had always been told.

He wracked his brain for any and all information he’d learned from his Company Apothecary. The scarred veteran had treated as many mortals as brothers, perhaps more, in his long centuries of service. From him Taliesin learned of the fragility of the mortal body.

You have been cold and wet for far too long.

He’d tried. He’d sought out the cave for you, even when his every warrior’s instinct screamed to push onward. He’d held you against him in an effort to share his body’s naturally higher heat, even though he’d sworn to keep his distance. 

But now you would not wake. 

The canvas he’d scavenged for you from the crash site was proving ineffective. Already its edges had been frayed and torn. And a quick press of his gauntlet against your skin showed how unsatisfactory it was at retaining heat. 

You need proper clothing.

And rest.

And mortal medicine.

None of these things he could provide. 

This failure was inevitable. 

He shook his head against the mounting thoughts of doom… and curses… and ill luck….

“No.”

Not this time.

It took more ungainly contortions to extract himself from the cave. His armor shrieked and sparked against the stone. But he emerged with you cradled in his arms, and a desperate light in his eyes. One leap bypassed the carven stairs entirely. Stone cracked beneath his feet, water spraying, as he landed and immediately began to run.

The abandoned outpost will have what you need.

Logic tried to pierce his hope. The outpost had been abandoned for decades. He could not know in what state he would find it. More than likely the primitive inhabitants of this world had stripped it of every possibly useful item long ago. 

It will have what you need.

The outpost was still days away. Your temperature was too high. If you remained unconscious, dehydration would take you faster than illness. And what if your illness was no natural thing, but some evil born in your time amongst the Traitors?

What medicine could help you then?

“The outpost will have what you need, Little Cat.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “It will. By the Emperor, it MUST.”

I will not watch you die. Not you.

He could see the end of the pass ahead. Light, like the Emperor’s own golden rays, pierced the grey clouds above to illuminate a gentle slope beyond the stark stone walls. Green grass as high as his hips, dotted with large blooms of some kind, rippled in a breeze he could not yet feel. 

Taliesin remembered the cannibal woman’s ominous warnings. How they avoided the land around the outpost. How things that were “wrong” dwelled there.

At this moment, it looked like a paradise. 

Which made the gut punch of EVIL suddenly resonating up the pass behind him all the more jarring.

***

He lay on his belly, like the serpent he so tried to be, at the mouth of the gap between peaks. It looked like a great wound in the stone. His two primary hands grasped the edges of the walls as if to rip the wound even wider. His secondary arms supported his torso, bent at the elbow like that of a lizard.

The forked tongue flicked. The fangs glistened in the wan light.

“I smell you, Pet.”

His opalescent eyes glimmered with rage even as His jaw unhinged into an impossible grin. 

Mud coated his coils, obscuring the Slaaneshi runes he’d had painstakingly carved upon each pearly scale. He could feel it grating as He writhed. The armor He’d perfected over millennia with crushed Aeldari soulstones and metal slowly extracted from the blood of living humans was scuffed. Even dented in places. 

And his hair…! 

Rearing upright He raked his talons through the formerly silky waves. Sticks, dirt, disgustingly organic fragments of flora, even…. 

A repulsive little invertebrate of some kind?!

His shriek of fury sent spiderweb cracks along the sheer stone cliffs. 

Whatever interloper was fouling his beloved Pet, and forcing Him to foul Himself in the pursuit, would not die quickly. 

His talons ripped gashes in the rock as He catapulted Himself forward. Coils expanding and contracting. All four limbs moving in perfected coordination. Liquid dripped from his fangs to sizzle and hiss upon the earth. 

“I am coming, Pet!” His sing-song scream tinged the air an unholy purple. “I am coming to take you home!”

***

In Taliesin’s arms, your eyes shot open. Blank. Unseeing.

Then you screamed.

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so of course it all began with the dearest songbird daydreaming her own wedding day

in case you haven't seen her, this is her circa M30 during her service to none other than Horus

..... aaaand that's still her. Except, of course, now Horus is gone and she is forced to face a world she was not meant to be a part of.

eventually she is found by the new Warmaster who, as per tradition, claims her as his own personal little songbird. He never stops taking his dad's stuff huh?

then an unfortunate visitor comes to the songbird's personal quarter's to offer her an escape of the sensational kind. You can imagine how that goes...